An oil lamp on the table illuminates the Taoist guest room. The room is still very large, and all the bedding has just been taken out of the cabinet, stained with the fragrance of wood that has been emitted for many years.

Everything seems to be still the same.

The Taoist sat in the middle of the room, took out a thick oil paper package from the bottom of Sanhua Empress' brocade bag, and opened the oil paper layer by layer under the light of the oil lamp, making a clattering sound. In this quiet place, one could hear the words from far away.

In the night when the children were doing their homework and chanting sutras, the sound was very noticeable.

Until a stack of papers inside is revealed.

The paper has turned yellow, but the ink is still as good as new. As soon as I open it, a scent of ink hits my face.

This is the flavor of Ningxiang collected by Taoists.

Collected on these pieces of paper.

"Wow..."

The Taoist searched carefully and finally found one.

Then he took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"In early February of the second year of Mingde, I traveled to Anqing County, Xuzhou County, and happened to encounter a grand event in the world, the Liujiang Conference..."

Mingde lasted eleven years in total.

It is now early March in the fourth year of Da'an.

Thirteen years have passed.

What is written on the paper is my travel diary from that year, my experiences and thoughts thirteen years ago, and also my myself thirteen years ago.

The Taoist is now holding the paper and reading it carefully.

In fact, the wonderful thing is that when I read it again after so many years, although it was all about my own personal experience when I wrote it, not every word or sentence is familiar - most of them are familiar, and when I read it, I feel like I have memories and memories.

The feeling of savoring, once you stop, look up and think back to the beginning, it's like dreaming back at night. But there are also things that feel unfamiliar. Either you have forgotten everything, or you are surprised that you, who was unfamiliar with you at the beginning, can write like this.

, these words of emotion do not seem to have been written by myself. When I read them again at this time, I feel like I am face to face with myself back then and getting to know myself again.

Taoists look at it seriously and are often entranced.

Cats, such curious animals, couldn't help but jump up on the table, come in front of him, tilt their heads and stare at the paper.

The Taoist paid no attention to her.

"Miss Sanhua now understands that this is the meaning of writing travel notes. Write down your current affairs on paper so that your future self can savor and remember how you got here." The Taoist finished reading one page and then changed the page.

After reading a page, he whispered.

But Mao'er just stared at the paper seriously, his eyes flickering and his expression serious: "When did Empress Sanhua help you protect the law?"

"On Horseshoe Mountain, in Yanxian Pavilion."

"Forgot~"

"Then you're not smart."

"!"

The cat suddenly looked back and stared at him.

"At that time, Sanhua Empress didn't know how to read. Otherwise, she would have been like me, reading her own travel notes and appreciating her original self."

"You didn't teach me how to read and write earlier."

"Those words of Empress Sanhua are wrong. Not long after I left the city and before I got here, I said that I would teach Empress Sanhua how to read, but Empress Sanhua herself was unwilling."

"right……"

"If you are not diligent and studious, you blame me."

"!"

Mao'er's expression became concentrated again, and she shook her head again, staring at him. After thinking for a while, she said: "That's the former Sanhua Empress!"

It seems to have nothing to do with her now.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

After the cat finished answering, he quickly turned his head and looked out the window: "It's raining outside!"

"yes……"

There was indeed a sound of rain outside.

Rain in Anqing is not uncommon.

The spring rain hits the green tiles and makes a crisp sound, which is really clear and crisp, like someone is playing music.

The Taoist put down the paper and listened quietly to the rain.

It's raining again.

It's the past on paper, and it's the same in the rain.

…

"Taoist Master, please lend me a handful to support the flowers."

"Go get it now."

An earth-yellow oil-paper umbrella, a Taoist priest wearing an old Taoist robe, and a calico cat walked out of the Taoist temple and walked into the misty Anqing Mountains.

Anqing has a strange landform. It is full of hills, like bamboo shoots and forests, with strange shapes. Most of them are too steep to climb up, and most of them have no point in climbing up, because they are too small, and even one of them is used for farming.

There is no small amount of soil, but it is the favorite place for smoke to stay on rainy days.

The Taoist went to Horseshoe Mountain and Yanxiantai again.

The rain today seems to be heavier than that of last year. It rains heavily on the oil-paper umbrella, making a dull sound. It is not noisy at all and only makes people feel calm.

The Taoist raised his umbrella and looked up——

There is still a swallow flying in the misty mountains, sometimes left and sometimes right, up and down, light and vigorous, which is a bit of freedom and aura in this rainy and foggy landscape painting.

"..."

The Taoist walked into Yanxiantai.

Yanxiantai is a large open space located at the foot of the mountain and the riverside. It is paved with bluestone slabs. The bluestone slabs have been washed clean by the rain. However, today it is empty, not to mention that it was once crowded with people.

The Jianghu people are not even a passerby.

There was only the Taoist holding an umbrella and the cat.

The Taoist turned his head and looked towards Horseshoe Mountain.

There is also a circle of mist and rain floating on the mountain.

"call……"

The misty rain suddenly dispersed, revealing a pavilion.

At some point, there was a path on the mountain, which connected down to the edge of Yanxiantai and up to the pavilions halfway up the mountain.

"Let's go."

The Taoist stepped forward.

Go straight up the path to the pavilion, then close your umbrella, stand upside down next to the pavilion pillar, and then sit in the pavilion.

Looking down, I saw drizzle, smoke on the water and ground, and the light was blocked from the rain clouds, so the mountains and water turned into a gray-black like ink, but the shades were different.

The willow branches on the riverside are as thin as silk, with thousands of them. They are blown in one direction by the wind and rain, causing countless ripples on the river. The whole world is blurred in the clouds, smoke and rain, and it is really like a painting.

Song You suddenly seemed to see Jianghu people on Yanxiantai, one by one, becoming small black dots in the mist and rain. Someone was fighting in Taichung, sweeping across with a gun, and the rainwater on the ground turned into a wall, slashed with a sword

The rain turned into beads, and the body movements flashed and moved, like fighting or dancing.

The Taoist fell into concentration for a moment and then fell into a trance.

When I first came here when I saw this scene, it was a rare experience in Yin Yang Mountain for meditative practice. Now that I have visited the same place again, I did not expect to have new feelings.

Even the calico cat sitting in front, sitting on the edge of the pavilion where raindrops were about to fall, looked up at this scene, looking at the swallow flying randomly in the sky, with a flash of light in his amber eyes, and the memory of that year was also

I came up, and when I looked back at this man, I seemed to have really heard him calling me to protect him, but the voice had come from many years ago.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The swallows in the sky were tired of flying and fell back to the pavilions in the mountains. They turned around and combed their wet feathers. Although they still kept a distance from the cat subconsciously, they were no longer as afraid as before.

The calico cat stared at him with twinkling eyes and felt strange.

"Snapped……"

A drop of rain fell in front of the Taoist, and the flowers bloomed. The water droplets splashed on the Taoist, bringing the coolness of late spring.

"..."

The Taoist trembled and looked up.

Yanxian has now been named a righteous god, so he no longer lives in Anqing. Moreover, he is very popular among the people, and his incense is becoming more and more popular. There are statues of him in temples everywhere. I don’t know how long it has been since he is so busy.
To be continued...