The middle-aged man said this and left. Chen Changsheng stood on the mountain road, very inexplicable, and naturally a little annoyed. After a while, he remembered that the man had last mentioned that someone had come to him in front of the mausoleum. When I came to the mausoleum, I saw that the stone gate was still closed, and I remembered the picture of Xun Mei walking out of here last night, and when I was a little sentimental, I suddenly heard someone shouting my name.

He followed the sound to the side of the stone door, and saw a small window in the wall, where Priest Xin was waving to him. Surprised, he saluted the window and asked, "Why are you here?"

Priest Xin handed something from the stone window and said, "The Bishop wants me to come and see you." ”

Chen Changsheng took those things and asked, "The luggage is all in the car, and you didn't let us bring it in yesterday." ”

Priest Xin said: "This is the rule of the Heavenly Book Tomb, and it will be sent to you after the inspection, and it should not be later than today." ”

Chen Changsheng wanted to draft the sour and smelly bedding in the room, and tried to ask, "Can you please send us a few more clean bedding?"

Priest Xin was stunned and said, "It's not difficult. ”

"Since the luggage will be returned to us, there is nothing needed. ”

Chen Changsheng rummaged through the things sent by Priest Xin, and found that there was actually a bag of hard-boiled eggs in it, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "You have to solve the three meals in the Heavenly Book Tomb by yourself?"

Priest Xin explained: "All the academies and sects have prepared and will send them in every day, and as for those students from the people, the imperial court will provide daily necessities, but the quality is worse. The Anglican Academy is now in ruins, you and Tang Thirty-six are definitely not prepared, Lord Bishop has already made arrangements, don't worry. ”

Talking through the small stone window, Chen Changsheng felt a little weird, and it felt like a prison visit.

Looking at the look on his face, Priest Xin guessed what he was thinking and said, "The Heavenly Book Tomb is a holy place and a prison. ”

Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned, remembered what happened to Xun Mei, and said: "It makes sense, thank you for your reminder." ”

Priest Xin said: "Where can I say such a reasonable word, these are the words of the former Pope, and the Bishop asked me to convey it to you." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Understood. ”

Priest Xin looked into his eyes through the stone window and said, "Anyway, you have to remember that the Zhou Garden will open in a month, and you must come out before that. ”

Chen Changsheng did not reply to this sentence, but told him about the domineering stele attendant he had met on the mountain road before.

"How is this possible?"

Priest Xin frowned and said, "Those academy sects will make it convenient for their disciples to observe the monuments in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, or they will find ways to make friends and please these monument servants, plus their special status, so they will indeed be a little arrogant, but they are all supported by the state religion, how dare they offend you?"

Chen Changsheng didn't understand the logic in this sentence, and asked puzzledly, "Don't you dare to offend me?"

Seeing his dazed expression, Priest Xin smiled and said, "Now the whole continent knows that you are the person favored by the Pope and the bishop, and if you offend you, you will offend the state religion." ”

......

......

When the stele attendant taught him, he said that no matter how big his background is, he must be in awe in a holy place like the Heavenly Book Tomb. After listening to Priest Xin's words, Chen Changsheng thought of this sentence again, and naturally had a new understanding, and secretly guessed whether it would be because of his national religious background that the stele attendants of these Heavenly Tombs were congenitally disgusted.

Thinking about these things, he walked back to the grass hut. The house was empty, and the teenagers should have gone to the Tianshu Mausoleum to see the monument. The big pot of white porridge that had been cooked before dawn had all been eaten, the pots and pans had been washed and arranged, and the water in the jar had been refilled.

Although there would be new bedding, Chen Changsheng still folded off the three bedding left by Xun Mei, and washed it carefully and carefully several times, until he confirmed that all the sweat and sour smell of thirty-seven years had been washed away, and then he hung it on the rope in the courtyard, and then he walked through the orange orchard and came to the vegetable field in the distance. It is now early spring, it is the time of green and yellow, there are no fresh vegetables in the vegetable field, the green that can be seen is all onions, garlic and leeks, he took a few fingers of shallots, and dug a few pieces of potatoes in the ground, and returned to the yard to start preparing lunch.

Boiling water in a large iron pot, he cut a piece of bacon sent by Priest Xin in half and threw it in, and then began to steam the rice on top. The rice was mixed with potato kernels that had been cut to the size of a fingernail, the shallots were washed and chopped, and placed on the edge of the stove, and the hard-boiled eggs were also taken out and placed next to the steamer at any time.

Salted fish and bacon are delicious, and they are very good, but they are not very healthy, and eating too much is not good for the body, Priest Xin said that the bishop has an arrangement, and the Lishan Sword Sect should also find a way to send things in, I don't know if the fresh meat and vegetables every day can be guaranteed in the future, he sat on the threshold and thought about these things. I was a tourist for a day yesterday, but today I want to be a cook for a day? I don't go to look at the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum, I don't think about it, but I think about these things, and if others see him in a daze on the threshold, I don't know how he will react.

Chen Changsheng sat on the threshold, looking at the courtyard outside the thatched hut, looking at the half-fallen fence, looking at the not-so-beautiful green trees in the orange orchard not far away, it was very quiet, he hadn't changed his posture for a long time, he naturally didn't need to think about eating and drinking for so long, the affairs of men and women had never been related to him, so what was he thinking?

Looking at the toppled fence and the mist in the woods that were gradually dispelled by the sun, his expression was so focused that he didn't even notice that the luggage left outside the Tianshu Mausoleum yesterday had been sent to the courtyard.

A few birdsong made him wake up from his musings, and only then did he notice the mountain of luggage piled up on the side. He stepped forward, found his package, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat back on the threshold, and continued to look at the fallen fences and green forests, but now there was an extra pen in his hand, and the ink in the stone inkstone beside him had melted.

As time passed, the sun rose and the angle at which the light fell on the courtyard changed.

The fence was sparse and crumbling, but there were a few thick stakes in between.

With the change of light, the shadows of the wooden stakes on the ground also changed, and the branches of the green treetops in the orange orchard also changed, the wooden stakes began to become shorter, but the thin bamboo pieces next to them began to widen, and some of the thin branches of the green trees were about to disappear into the brighter and brighter sunlight, and some branches became more and more clear because of the contrast of light and shadow.

Chen Changsheng quietly looked at this scene, looking at these changes, his consciousness returned to the stele in the early morning, when the morning sun was rising, the lines on the surface of the stele were changing with the warm red glow, as if they were going to come to life, the edges of the deep lines were illuminated, so they were thinner, but the shallow lines became wider.

Those inexplicable lines on the stele are the inscriptions, and those inscriptions that have endured countless winds and rains over the years have not changed in any way, but they are not changing all the time? If the information hidden in those inscriptions is certain, why does the interpreter interpret the stele with completely different meanings? Yes, it is because of these changes.

Chen Changsheng dipped the pen in his hand in the inkstone with some ink, opened the book, and began to write and draw on it, he did not record his thoughts with words, but very rigorously according to what he saw in front of him and roughly deduced, began to depict the lines on the Zhaoqing Monument, and the pen was extremely heavy on the paper.

I don't know how long it took, he stopped his pen and redrew the lower right corner of the Zhaoqing Monument on the notebook. Then he took out the rubbings of the Tianshu Tablet that he had taken out at the inn, found the page of the Zhaoqing Tablet, and began to compare it with his new painting, and found that there was a very big difference between the two. Compared with the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing stele, the patterns he drew in his notebook were obviously more vivid, and if his pen was better, it might be described as if they were about to come to life on the paper.

The fog in the woods had cleared, the bamboo on the fence had become drier, and the light in the courtyard was so bright that before I knew it, it was already noon.

Chen Changsheng rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, closed his eyes and rested for a while, got up to prepare lunch, only to find that no one had come back. There was silence around the hut, because the temperature had risen, and even the birds in the woods were too lazy to chirp anymore, and he stood alone in front of the threshold, feeling so lonely.

The rice had already been steamed, and it was set aside, and the fragrance of the potato grains mixed with the fat and aroma of the bacon became a very strange, but very tempting taste, he fished out half of the bacon from the pot, thought about it, and then cut it into a small section with a knife, cut it into thin pieces, poured it into the rice bowl, peeled a hard-boiled egg, and ended his lunch hastily with a bowl of weak tea.

After eating, he took a casual walk along the courtyard, went back to the house and rested with his eyes closed for a while, and then sat back on the threshold, holding a notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and continued to look at the scenery around the courtyard in a daze.

As the sun gradually sank in the west, the color of the light falling on the courtyard gradually became thicker, and the wooden stakes and bamboo pieces in the fence, and the thin branches in different directions on the treetops, also changed. Chen Changsheng, who had been quietly watching for a long time, finally began to put down the pen again, and put all the changes observed throughout the afternoon on the end of the pen, turning them into lines on the paper that were not precise and only represented some kind of obsession.

In the evening, most of the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing Tablet were redrawn on paper by him.

He knew that he was not far from reading these inscriptions.

At this time, the people who had stayed in the thatched huts also returned to the courtyard one after another.

The first to come back was Liang Banhu. Chen Changsheng nodded to him. He didn't seem to see it at all, he went directly into the stove room, drank a large scoop of water, and then walked back to the courtyard, stepping on the fence that was knocked down by Tang Thirty-six yesterday evening, looking at the sun that was about to set in the west, his face seemed sad and happy.

Seven rooms then also returned to the courtyard, the young man's expression was a little confused, although he did not forget to see Chen Changsheng, when he entered the house, he almost hit his head on the door, after a while, he walked out of the house, for some reason, he lowered his head and began to walk around the courtyard, his mouth was full of words, I don't know what to say.

......

......

(The next chapter will come out before eleven o'clock.) ）