Outsiders also have golden fingers

Chapter 55

The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, Ye Wanyun catches the wind and cold, and Qingling, whose summer vacation is not yet over, volunteers to go to the temple to add sesame oil to the long-burning lamps enshrined.

After entering Beijing, Ye Wanyun regretted that she could not worship at the graves of her relatives, so she avoided the temples frequented by rich and noble families, and lit the ever-burning lanterns for the deceased elders at the Jishan Temple in the south of the city.

I usually donate sesame oil money and the master will do it for me, and I will go there in person every New Year's day, and it is more sincere for the younger generation to perform filial piety in person.

Wuyou and A Ji will not leave Sun's house at the same time, one will always stay behind to protect the whole family.

No matter how stable the life in front of us is, the whole family still has a sense of crisis.

Lu Qingniang was like a catastrophe that would strike at any time but they didn't know when it would strike, and they always had dark clouds over their heads.

When Qingling goes out, she usually follows without worry, not only to ensure safety, but also to make decisions in the name of her elders.

Two days before the Ghost Festival, which happened to be a holiday, Uncle Futian drove, Wuyou took Qingling and Shiyun out of the city to Jishan Temple.

Shi Yun is not only dexterous, but also careful and thoughtful. He learns things quickly and is even more loyal to Qing Ling.

As long as it is Qingling's confession, she never questions it, executes it without compromise, and never talks too much, she is a very considerate and useful maid.

Originally Xiao Zhe also wanted to follow, Qingling said solemnly: "We are all gone and no one will take care of mother."

He can't climb the mountain, and several people have to take turns to carry it for a while. It's really tiring, so let's wait until he grows up.

So he took the initiative to say that he would stay at home to take care of his mother, and Qingling promised to bring him delicious food when he came back.

Jishan Temple is in the mountains in the south of the city. It is not close to the city, and the road is not easy to walk. It is precisely because of this that the rich and powerful do not like to go there.

They prefer to go to Daci'en Temple, a royal temple, and Yangquan Temple in the north of the city.

As the festival approached, there were more people. Qing Ling and his party rushed to the temple, added sesame oil, and ate a vegetarian meal. It was only late noon.

On the mountain at the end of summer, the flowing water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees are gradually becoming colorful, the temperature is neither cold nor dry, and the spirit is light and playful.

It's not easy to go out for a trip. You can't just add sesame oil and leave. Anyway, it's still early, and it's just right to go back after an hour of shopping.

Wuyou was also moved when he saw the beautiful scenery in the mountains, so he took Qingling and Shiyun up the mountain together.

The carriage couldn't come, so Uncle Futian waited at the foot of the mountain.

After the little novice ate the candy (this is Qingling’s experience after coming to the temple, with the candy, take the little novice within minutes, and they can’t ask anything they know), and enthusiastically told them:

"If you are tired from walking, just go straight up the path on the left side of the viewing pavilion, get in through a crevice covered with vines, bypass a cliff, and there is a Taoist temple, you can go in and rest your feet for some water drink.

Now that the vegetation is lush, that road is not often used by people, and it is almost covered, but you can still find it if you look carefully. "

Qingling nodded and thanked, no wonder they came to Jishan Temple many times but didn't know that there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, so it was hidden so secret.

A group of people walked to the viewing pavilion, and there was indeed a path on the left that was almost covered by grass, and they couldn't find it unless they looked carefully.

After all, Qingling couldn't resist her curiosity, so she went to the Taoist temple on the pretext of being thirsty.

Wuyou is a casual person and knows her virtues well, so she took the initiative to open a way ahead and lead them in.

According to what the little novice said, after walking around for a quarter of an hour, I really saw a Taoist temple, and the plaque on the door said Jieyun Temple.

The Taoist temple is built on the mountain and shaded by trees. Although there are no gorgeous buildings and magnificent momentum, it is quiet and simple, and it is a good place for self-cultivation.

Qingling knocked on the mountain gate to explain his intention, added 20 taels of sesame oil money, and received hospitality.

The Taoist temple is neither big nor small, and it seems that there are not many people, there are few Taoist priests, and there are almost no pilgrims, and I don't know what to support.

The temple draws clear streams and flowing water, the gurgling water is full of fragrance of flowers, and many flowers, trees and fruit trees are planted, it is indeed a good place.

They drank tea, ate some dried fruit, walked around the Taoist temple, saw several Taoist priests of different ages, satisfied their curiosity, and left.

The Taoist leader who led the guests said that in another month, the mountains will be colorful, and all kinds of fruits will be ripe one after another, so he politely invites them to come again when they are free.

The Taoist priest sent them away, and a young Taoist priest stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, Duansi Taoist priest has an invitation."

So the Taoist priest apologized and left, and asked the little Taoist priest to take them out.

A strange feeling came to Qingling's heart, Duan thought, why are these two words so familiar?

With the gift of photographic memory, she quickly remembered that her grandfather's name was Du Zhengli, and she thought about it, he was born into the world and has not returned for many years. Could it be that these two people are related?
The mother didn't blame Du Zhiqian's betrayal on her parents-in-law who treated her like her own daughter, and worried that she would forget her roots when she was young, so she asked her to read the genealogy many times.

Du Zhengli has been away for many years without any news, and many years of wars and plagues have killed many people. The people of the clan speculate whether he died in an accident outside.

Ye Wanyun was worried that if he really passed away, he would become a lonely ghost because he could not enjoy the incense of his descendants, so she enshrined an ever-burning lantern in Jishan Temple to pray for blessings.

Later, I personally painted the portraits of the old couple and enshrined them in the small Buddhist hall at home together with the tablets of her biological parents. They made incense in the morning and evening, and worshiped them at four o'clock, and they were also used as ancestral halls.

Apart from their mother and son, only Grandma Lin and Grandpa Lin could enter the Buddhist hall. Qing Ling was very familiar with her grandparents who had never met before.

Empress Taizu popularized sketching and it became a part of painting. Ye Wanyun used to be interested in gold and stone, so she was good at sketching, and the portraits she drew were also very realistic.

It would be great if I could meet Duan Sidao, she would definitely recognize him at a glance.

The little Taoist probably doesn't see outsiders often, but after receiving the light candy, he is even more lively and enthusiastic. He introduced himself as Yi Nian.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Yi Nian tripped over a small stone and almost fell, and the post in his hand fell to the ground. Shi Yun hurriedly supported him, Qing Ling picked up the post on the ground and handed it to him.

Yi Nian breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it wasn't dirty. This is a book sticker written by Taoist Duan Si. He doesn't easily write for others."

Qingling's heart moved, and she quickly pretended to be interested and said, "Oh, can I take a look then?"

Handing the word to her, Qingling opened it and looked at it carefully, and was very surprised, isn't this the word written by her grandfather Du Zhengli?She didn't know how many times she had been rubbed since she was a child.

Compared with the previous handwriting, his handwriting is more vigorous, and more free and easy.

My mother said that he is talented and upright. Not only is he very good at writing articles, but he is also proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

His handwriting is even more outstanding, and there are already signs of establishing a sect, but it is a pity that he is discouraged because of no future and embarks on the road of cultivating Taoism.

Before leaving, my mother only disposed of all Du Zhiqian's things, and all the in-laws' things that could be stored for a long time were packed and sealed.

Du Zhengli's manuscripts of calligraphy, painting and calligraphy were also sorted out, and those that should be burned were burned, and most of them were sealed in his study. What if his old man came back someday?

I brought a few manuscripts that I particularly liked to the capital with me, thinking about making posters for my children in the future.

That's why Qingling recognized it at a glance, and adding the word Duansi, he was basically convinced that he was his grandfather.

Many years ago, since his son got married and his old wife passed away, he took only one entourage and handed over the family property to go out to practice Buddhism. It has been fourteen or fifteen years, and there has been no news.

(End of this chapter)