Zhao Rong felt that there was a line of sight in the hollow wooden window of the attic, he was frightened into a cold sweat, looked around in a panic, and subconsciously wanted to run away in a panic, and the next second, Zhao Rong bit his teeth fiercely, his lips were pursed, and he forced himself to calm down.

He pulled the branch of the tree, covered his figure with leaves, and looked through the gap in the leaves, staring closely at the dozen or so blue-clothed Taoist priests who came out of the stargazing tower, wanting to find out which direction they came to catch him after they came out of the view.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong was stunned.

I saw that the group of blue-clothed Taoist priests turned to the right, deviated from the straight line leading to the gate of the appearance of Chongxuguan, and walked in the direction of the Yin Zu Hall in the temple, Zhao Rong took a closer look and found that their steps were leisurely, and there were even a few Taoist priests who were turning their heads and laughing, not like they came out to arrest people.

Zhao Rong did not move, his brows furrowed slightly, and after observing for a while, he saw that they walked to the back of the main hall, where there was a red lacquer gate that was still locked when Zhao Rong observed before, and it had been opened at this moment.

From here, all you can see is a neat and wide black stone staircase behind the door.

Behind the door, a new team of blue-clothed Taoist priests suddenly walked out, and the two groups of people met and stopped, and after finishing the joke, they crossed over, and the previous group of blue-clothed Taoist priests entered the door one after another, climbed the stairs, and the red-painted door was quickly closed.

The new group of blue-clothed Taoist priests left the team one after another on the road, and the three of them entered the various halls, and finally only seven people remained, entering the stargazing tower.

Zhao Rong stretched his brows, exhaled lightly, glanced at the attic again, and jumped off the tree with a light movement.

At this time, the bell on the mountain came, and Zhao Rong listened carefully, and it was already a moment.

Zhao Rong turned around and prepared to leave, but after just a few steps, he returned, disposing of the pancakes that had fallen in the dirt and the scattered leaves on the ground that had fallen by him, and no longer lingered.

It turned out that the group just came out to change the guard, and they had just arrived, so they should not have been discovered by the secret sentinel in the attic, but this place is too dangerous to stay, the stargazing pavilion is too high, and the field of vision is wide, so it can be said that the entire appearance is not suitable to hide, and it is necessary to shift positions.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly and decided to take a look, the general terrain and situation of the appearance had just been noted, and if it was not necessary, there was no need to venture to a high place to observe.

For the sake of safety, Zhao Rong still went down the mountain first, waited at the foot of the mountain for a while, saw that there was indeed no movement, went up the mountain again, tidied up his clothes and walked into the appearance of the mountainside, and this time he went directly into the Lingguan Hall after a little turnaround.

Entering the hall, at this time, there is a large group of Taoist priests standing neatly in front of the statue in the center of the main hall, four rows and five columns, are in the morning class, close their eyes and meditate, chant the scriptures, and take the lead is a blue-clothed old Taoist.

In front of the left side of the statue is an old Taoist priest with white hair who is welcoming the guests.

In front of the walls on the left and right sides of the main hall, there was a blue-clothed Taoist priest standing on each side, and behind them there were two black-clothed Taoist boys, standing against the wall, and six people looked at the people in the hall.

Today's holiday, pilgrims and tourists are very numerous, now the early morning flow of people are rushing to the weekday morning, there are wives and children to come to ask for peace, there are high-ranking officials and noble women to come to ask for children, there are men and women who come to ask for marriage, there are also thousands of miles to come to the Taoist temple to pray for sick relatives......

Because the main hall is in the morning class, so it is relatively quiet, some pilgrims who come in are mostly consciously quiet, burning incense and worshiping God on the side, or queuing up to talk with the Taoist priest who welcomes the guests, in addition, there is a horizontal row of tables and stools on the right side near the main entrance of the main hall, at this time there are already good people sitting in the position to copy the scriptures.

Zhao Rong glanced at it, took in all of these, moved in his heart, and walked to the welcoming Taoist to line up, and when he came to the front, he made it clear that his intention was to copy the scriptures and pray for his sick relatives, and then paid a lot of pen and ink money, and was led by a little Taoist boy to the scripture building to get the pen and paper scriptures.

Zhao Rong found a table and chair in the back and sat down, this horizontal row of tables was facing a statue of a god in front of him.

There are many rules for copying scriptures.

Zhao Rong first lit three incense sticks in front of the statue, then bathed in incense and cleaned his hands, held the scriptures and rice paper in both hands and folded them together, and smoked three times counterclockwise above the lit incense, and then three times clockwise, and placed them next to the desk. Then, spread the palms of both hands downward and cleanse your hands three times counterclockwise and then clockwise on the incense.

Finally, holding the sutra pen and paper in hand, bow to the icon three times before taking a seat, chant the holy name three times, and begin to copy the scriptures.

Zhao Rong sat cross-legged, straightened his back, his eyes were lowered, his expression was solemn, he copied the scriptures in the corner of the main hall, and looked at the situation in the main hall with an afterglow that was not easy to find.

The Thunder Purple Gold Furnace was still on the second offering table in front of the statue in the middle of the main hall, and at this time, Zhao Rong's vision was obscured by the group of Taoist priests who were doing morning classes, and he could only determine it through the ethereal green smoke and the strong sense in his mind.

Although it was so close to it now, it was simply difficult to get the Divine Furnace in its hands.

This is not the kind of opportunity that is sent to the mouth of the protagonist of the novel, and it is a treasure that needs to be obtained little by little with effort and effort, and the slightest carelessness will be wasted, and even his life will be in danger.

However, Zhao Rong did not complain at all, but felt more down-to-earth, this kind of down-to-earth thing to obtain step by step is what he is worth pursuing, and those who do not work hard and purely look at luck are like castles in the air, which will only fall into the hearts of men.

At four o'clock, the bell outside the hall rang, and the morning class of many Taoist priests in the center of the main hall ended, and the four Taoist priests, including the blue-clothed old Taoist, left, and all the others left the Lingguan Palace.

Zhao Rong is dedicated to three purposes, copying scriptures, thinking at the same time, and observing at the same time.

The name of this prayer scripture is "Taiyi Saving Suffering and Protecting the Body", there are a lot of scriptures, and the scriptures can not be copied wrong or omitted, otherwise they will be incinerated with fire, but Zhao Rong is proficient in calligraphy, the penmanship is perfect, and the natural memory is excellent.

Therefore, it is said that it is a three-purpose work, but in fact, the copying work in hand does not divide much attention at all, at most when you are tired of writing, you stop writing a little, rub your wrist, and continue.

Zhao Rong looked at the right side of his head slightly, and saw a little Taoist boy in front of him, that is, one of the four little Taoist children in the main hall, who was lowering his head, tapping downward, raising from time to time, and falling down immediately, like a chicken pecking rice.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, exhaled lightly, took the eighteenth copy of the "Taiyi Rescue and Protective Sutra" aside, coded it with the scriptures that had been copied before, put it in the upper right corner, raised his head and picked up a stack of rice paper from the front, took the opportunity to carefully look at the sleepy Taoist boy, and after a glance, his eyelids drooped, and he continued to copy the scriptures.

Isn't this the fat boy who was yesterday morning? At that time, he was carrying the Thunder Neon Purple Gold Furnace in his hand.

Zhao Rong's expression moved slightly, and he quietly looked at several other Taoist children in the lower hall, all of whom were a little familiar, and it was estimated that they were all in the team yesterday morning.

The round-faced Dao Tong next to the fat Dao Tong was the same as the former, he seemed to be a little sleepy, rubbing his eyes frequently, yawning silently, and holding on to his sleepiness.

As for the two little Taoist boys in front of the wall on the left side of the main hall, one tall and one short, they did not have this kind of behavior.

The blue-clothed Taoist priest in front of the two sleepy little Taoist boys inadvertently turned around, found the situation behind him, reprimanded the two in a low voice, and asked them what they were doing last night, but the two did not dare to make a sound, and bowed their heads to be trained.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

There are more and more people in the Lingguan Palace, except for the three blue-clothed Taoist priests, four Taoist boys, four black-clothed Taoist priests and Zhao Rong's row of scripture copyists, everyone else is a pilgrim who walks uncertainly. In an endless stream.

On the surface, Zhao Rong seems to be quietly copying scriptures, but in fact, he has been secretly remembering the appearance and characteristics of the people who are fixed in the hall, the rhythm of their steps and subconscious habitual movements when walking, Zhao Rong is carefully memorizing and speculating, and even knows the rules of their going to the thatched house.

In the morning, Zhao Rong donated some silver, ate in the dining hall at the foot of the mountain, and immediately returned to the Lingguan Hall after the meal to continue copying the scriptures.

At noon, there was less crowd in the Lingguan Palace, but all the Taoist priests did not leave or rest, except for the four little Taoist children who sat on the round bench to take a nap, the other seven Taoist priests were meditating cross-legged on the Tuanpu, facing the statue, and the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace was in their field of vision.

At dusk, the Taoist priests in the morning will arrive again for the evening class, after which the exterior will be closed, and no outsiders will be allowed to linger in the temple.

Zhao Rong got up and sorted out the pen and paper, and he would come again tomorrow, so he put them neatly on the table in the hall, and handed over the thick manuscript of the "Taiyi Rescue and Protective Sutra" that he had copied one hundred and eighty-one times to the little Taoist boy who came to collect the scriptures, and the latter would send them to the palace temple dojo that was convenient for storage or was being stored.

If the handwriting is neat and there are no mistakes or omissions, it can be sent to the Taoist temple to give alms, and the good writing can even be stored in the icon for the public to worship and accumulate good fortune.

A few good people who copied the scriptures together around saw that Zhao Rong copied so many scriptures in a day, most of them were curious, and everyone stepped forward to take a look, and the rice paper was a dense but extremely eye-catching italics.

The little Taoist boy who received the scriptures and the two blue-clothed Taoist priests who were attracted by the excitement looked at them a little and couldn't take their eyes off them, raised their heads, and looked at Zhao Rong in amazement.

There were also a few good people who came to Zhao Rong and begged for a few copies, wanting to take them back to watch and copy.

Zhao Rong smiled and coped with it a few times, then turned around and went out and left down the mountain.

Zhao Rong frowned secretly on the way back, he was afraid of attracting attention, he had already hidden it, but he didn't expect that this regular script with a little European style made them make a fuss, it seems that they have to take away the good writing when they go back, and besides, I can't copy so much next time, it's weird and tired......

A whole day of copying scriptures is very boring, of course, if it sounds good, this is called self-cultivation, piety and single-mindedness, but Zhao Rong did not eat this set, and decided to change some interesting scriptures to copy tomorrow, not specifically copying the prayer scriptures.

On the high moon sky, Zhao Rong returned to the star, returned to his residence, pushed open the door of the house, strode in, and suddenly tripped over "something", stumbled suddenly, in Zhao Rong's words, he almost landed on the ground with a handsome face, and he was handsome.

Bang dang!

"Close the door and don't light the light. She said.

"What are you going to do? Don't come here!" Zhao Rong was anxious, but he didn't dare to light the lamp because he was afraid.