i have a sword fairy

Chapter 56
Zhao Rong felt a line of sight from the hollow wooden window of the attic. He was so scared that he sweated coldly and looked around in a panic. He subconsciously wanted to flee in a panic. The next second, Zhao Rong bit his teeth and pursed his lips tightly. Force yourself to calm down.

He pulled the branch and covered his figure with the leaves. He looked through the leaf gap and stared at the dozen blue-clothed Taoist priests who came out of the star-viewing tower, trying to find out which direction they would come to catch him after they came out. .

Suddenly, Zhao Rong was taken aback.

I saw the blue-clothed Taoist priests turned to the right, deviated from the straight road leading to the gate of the Chongxu Temple, and walked towards the Yin Zu Hall in the temple. Zhao Rong took a closer look and found that they walked leisurely, and even Some Taoist priests were turning their heads and laughing, as if they were coming out to arrest people.

Zhao Rong didn't move, his brows were slightly wrinkled. After observing for a while, he saw that they had walked to the back of the main hall. There was a red lacquered door that was still locked when Zhao Rong was observing, and now it has been opened.

From this perspective, the line of sight can only see a neat and wide black stone stairs behind the door.

A new team of blue-clothed Taoist priests suddenly walked out from behind the door. The two groups stopped when they met, bowed their heads, and crossed. The previous blue-clothed Taoist priests entered the door one after another and climbed the steps. The red-painted door was quickly closed.

The new group of blue-clothed Taoist priests left the team one after another on the road. The three of them entered the halls. In the end, there were only seven people left and entered the star-gazing building.

Zhao Rong raised his brows, let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the attic again, and jumped off the tree with a light movement.

At this time, the sound of the bell on the mountain came, Zhao Rong listened carefully, and it was already a quarter of an hour.

Zhao Rong turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he returned. He cleaned up the pancakes that had fallen into the soil and the scattered leaves that he had touched on the ground, and did not stay any longer.

It turned out that the group of people just came out to change the defense. I have just arrived, and I should not have been discovered by the dark whistle in the attic, but it is too dangerous to stay here. The star-gazing pavilion is too high and has a wide field of vision. It should not be hidden, and the position must be shifted.

Zhao Rong pondered slightly and decided to enter the observation. The general topography and situation of the appearance have just been recorded. If it is not necessary, there is no need to go to a high place to take a risk to observe.

For the sake of safety, Zhao Rong went down the mountain first and waited for a while at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that there was really no movement, he went up the mountain again, sorted out his clothes and stepped into the mountainside appearance.

Entering the hall, a large group of Taoist priests were standing neatly in front of the statue in the center of the hall, in four rows and five columns.

In front of the statue, there is an old Taoist priest with all white hair and beard who is welcoming the guests.

In front of the walls on the left and right sides of the hall, stood a blue-clothed Taoist priest, and behind them were two black-clothed little Taoist boys, standing against the wall, and the six of them inspected the people in the hall.

Today, there are a lot of pilgrims and tourists. Now the crowd in the early morning catches up with the weekday morning. Some people come with their wives and children to ask for peace, some high-ranking officials and noblewomen come to ask for children, and some men and women come to ask for marriage. , There are also Taoist temples who come to Taoist temples from thousands of miles to pray for their sick relatives...

Because the main hall is in the morning class, it is relatively quiet. Most of the pilgrims who come in consciously quiet down, burn incense and worship God, or line up to talk with the welcoming Taoist priest. In addition, there is a row of tables on the right side of the main entrance of the main hall. At this time, there was already a good person sitting in the seat and copying the scriptures.

Zhao Rong glanced at it all, got a panoramic view of all these, and moved in his heart, he walked to the Taoist Yingke to line up, and when he was in front of him, he knew that his purpose was to copy the scriptures and pray for the sick relatives, and then paid a large sum of money. The pen and ink money, was led by a small Taoist boy to the Jinglou to get the pen and paper scriptures.

Zhao Rong found an inner table and chairs and sat down. This row of tables was facing a statue in front of him.

There are many rules for copying scriptures.

Zhao Rong first lit three sticks of fresh incense in front of the statue, then bathed in the incense and cleaned his hands. He folded the scriptures and rice paper in both hands, and smoked it counterclockwise three times on top of the lit incense, then clockwise three times, and placed it beside the table.Then, spread the palms of both hands down naturally, and clean the hands in three circles counterclockwise and then clockwise on the incense.

Finally, holding scriptures and pen and paper, prostrate three times to the holy image before taking a seat, chanting three holy horns with the head bowed, and starting to copy the scriptures.

Zhao Rong sat cross-legged, with his back straight, his eyes lowered, and his expression solemn.

Tingni Zijin Furnace was still on the second offering table in front of the statue in the center of the hall. At this time, Zhao Rong's vision was blocked by the Taoist priests who were doing the morning class. He could only see through the misty blue smoke and the strong feeling in his mind. to determine it.

Although it is so close now, it is difficult to get the divine furnace in these few steps.

This is not the kind of opportunity that is delivered to the mouth of the protagonist of the novel, but it is a treasure that requires a little bit of hard work and effort to obtain.

However, Zhao Rong didn't complain at all, instead he felt more at ease. This kind of down-to-earth thing that must be achieved step by step is what he deserves to pursue, and those who get nothing for nothing and rely solely on luck are like castles in the sky, only to fall. The boy is angry.

At four o'clock, the bell sounded outside the hall, and the morning class of many Taoist priests in the center of the hall ended. Four Taoist priests, including the blue-clothed old Taoist, stayed behind, and all the others left the Lingguan Hall.

Zhao Rong was focused on three things, copying scriptures, thinking, and observing from the corner of his eye.

The blessing scripture I am copying is called "Taiyi Rescue Sutra", there are many scriptures, and copying scriptures must not be wrong or omitted, otherwise it will be burned by fire, but Zhao Rong is proficient in calligraphy and brushwork. It is perfect, and the natural memory is excellent. After three times of copying, you can dictate from the scriptures. The speed is extremely fast and you can do it in one go.

Therefore, it is said that one mind is used for three purposes. In fact, the copying work at hand does not take much effort. At most, when you are tired of writing, stop writing for a while, rub your wrist, and then continue.

Zhao Rong turned his head slightly to the side, and glanced at a little Taoist boy in front of the right, that is, one of the four small Taoist boys in the main hall, with his head lowered, tapped down, raised from time to time, and then fell immediately, like a chicken peck Average rice.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, let out a sigh of relief, and took the copied No.18 "Taiyi Rescue Suffering and Protecting the Body" aside, coded it with the scriptures he had copied before, placed it in the upper right corner, and looked up. Fang Shun picked up a stack of rice paper and took the opportunity to take a closer look at the sleepy Taoist boy. After one glance, his eyelids drooped and he continued copying scriptures.

Isn't this the fat boy from yesterday morning?At that time, he was carrying the Tingni purple gold furnace in his hand.

Zhao Rong's expression changed slightly, and he quietly looked at the other Taoist boys in the lower hall. They were all familiar, and it was estimated that they were in the team yesterday morning.

The round-faced Daotong next to Fat Daotong, like the former, seemed a little drowsy, rubbed his eyes frequently, yawned silently, and forced his sleepiness.

As for the two little Daoists, one tall and one short, in front of the wall on the left side of the hall, there is no such thing.

The blue-clothed Taoist priest in front of the two sleepy little Taoists inadvertently turned around and found the situation behind them. He reprimanded the two in a low voice and asked them what they were doing last night.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

There were more and more people in the Lingguan Hall. Except for the three blue-clothed Taoist priests, four Taoist boys, four black-clothed Taoist priests, and Zhao Rong's row of pilgrims, everyone else was a wandering pilgrim.An endless stream.

On the surface, Zhao Rong seems to be copying scriptures in a quiet way, but in fact, he has been secretly memorizing the appearance and characteristics of the people who stayed behind in the hall, the pace of their walking and the habitual movements of their subconscious minds. Zhao Rong is carefully memorizing, speculating, and even when they go. The rules of the hut are well understood.

The morning time passed in a blink of an eye, Zhao Rong donated some money and ate at the Shanxia Zhaitang. After the meal, he immediately returned to the Lingguan Hall to continue copying the scriptures.

At noon, there were fewer people in the Lingguan Hall, but the Taoist priests did not leave or rest. Except for the four little Taoist boys who sat on round stools to sleep in the morning, the other seven Taoist priests were all sitting cross-legged on the mat, facing the statue, Ting Ni. The Zijin Furnace was in their field of vision.

In the evening, the group of Taoist priests came again in the morning to hold evening classes. After that, the exterior will be closed, and visitors are not allowed to stay in the interior.

Zhao Rong got up and sorted out the pens and papers. He would come again tomorrow, so he put them neatly on the table in the hall, and then handed over the thick manuscript of "Taiyi Rescue Suffering and Protecting the Body" that he had copied 180 times. The little Taoist boy who came to collect the scriptures, who will send them to the temple dojo where they are convenient for storage or are being stored.

If the handwriting is neat and there are no errors or omissions, it can be sent to Taoist temples to give to the public, and if the writing is good, it can even be hidden in a holy image for the public to worship and accumulate blessings.

Seeing that Zhao Rong had copied so many scriptures in one day, the few good men who were copying the scriptures around were curious. Everyone stepped forward to take a look. On the rice paper was a dense but very eye-catching regular script. Seeing danger in the middle, seeing ease in the regulations, everyone suddenly burst into a commotion.

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

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

Zhao Rong smiled and dealt with it a few times, then turned around to go out and left the mountain.

Zhao Rong frowned secretly on the way back. He was afraid of attracting attention, and he was already hiding. He didn't expect that the regular script that he couldn't help but bring a little European style would make them make a fuss. Yes, I can't copy so much next time, it's tiring...

Copying scriptures for a whole day is very boring. Of course, if you put it nicely, it is called self-cultivation, piety and single-mindedness, but Zhao Rong does not eat this set, and decides to copy some interesting scriptures tomorrow, not specifically copying Pray for the scriptures.

The moon was high in the sky, Zhao Rong returned with a star, returned to his residence, pushed open the door, and strode in, suddenly tripped over "something" and staggered suddenly. In Zhao Rong's words, he was almost handsome. On the ground, handsome is not guaranteed.

Bang!

"Close the door and don't light the light," she said.

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

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