"This sheep hair brush is good, Xuanzhou brush is worth a little money; this book "Qi Xie Ji" contains many small characters left by predecessors' analysis, which is great; this sixty-four hexagram peach wood card naturally needs no need to say, it's the best; this Han Dynasty landscape painting is also rare..."

The wing room was already messy, with furniture and decorations all in a mess, not as elegant as before. Xie Lingyun reached out to pick the landscape painting on the wall and rolled it up, then put it in a basket on the ground next to him, and then continued to search for valuable things around him.

The big basket is almost full of money, without gold, silver and jewelry, it is all the favorites of young people. Perhaps in the eyes of pawnshop Chaofeng, the most precious thing would be the copper coins sword used to ward off evil spirits and maintain houses.

Xie Lingyun immediately found another inkstone. He turned around and was about to put it in the basket, but the treasures were full of treasures. He couldn't help but sigh, his young face was full of unsatisfactory expressions. As if he could understand those things, he sighed: "You don't have to be sad. It's not you who let me down, but I should be ashamed. Don't be resentful. Don't be resentful. I also want to live up to the Tathagata and let you down, but this time the situation is really urgent..."

After putting the inkstone in, he bowed to the treasures in the basket and said, "I hope you can meet a better confidant and see you again if you are destined to be!"

To the northwest of Jinling City, there is a famous green mountain "Yecheng Mountain". According to legend, during the Spring and Autumn Period, King Helu of Wu once established a Guanye here, and ordered the sword-making master Gan Jiang and Mo Ye to cast swords, leaving behind many legends that have been passed down through the ages. Later, a Xuanguan called Chaotian Palace was built on the mountain, which belongs to the Southern School of the Taoist Danding Sect. It has been pulled up from the mountain gate hundreds of years ago, and has been passed down through several dynasties and generations.

Xie Lingyun is the third disciple of the true teaching of Nanyangzi, the current temple master. He came to the Taoist temple when he was a baby. He was raised by his master and uncle and others. The master is like a father, and his brothers and sisters are like brothers. Chaotian Palace is his home. At present, the Taoist temple is in trouble and needs to raise money to deal with it. Everyone is selling their own money and pawning valuable items. Of course, he must do his best.

"This painting?" He looked at a painting of ink painting on the wall beside the wooden bed, with the red letter signed as Xie Lingyun. He shook his head and sneered: "Although I think you are worth a thousand gold, no one knows how to appreciate it."

The scroll is not painted with landscape characters, but very strange scenery, just like many large erected woods dotted with fireflies, which is really puzzling, but this is normal because it comes from a dream.

Xie Lingyun had a strange dream since he was a child, dreaming of another world and another life. Those memories gradually awakened with his age, and those vague concepts of things became clearer. In the dream, he lived to his twenties. With a traffic accident, this very long dream came to an abrupt end and no longer existed. It was less than a month ago.

If you are from that world, you will understand it by looking at this painting. This is a night view of the skyscrapers all over the city from the top of the mountain.

Is it Zhuang Zhou who dreams of the butterfly or Zhuang Zhou who dreams of the butterfly? He doesn't know that he is Xie Lingyun now. This is the world of the Great Li Dynasty and the Jinling of China in the Middle Land.

Only Master Nanyangzi in the world knows that he often has this strange dream. The master smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Isn't it just for this dream?" Because according to the past, those who have had the Nanke Dream and Huangliang Dream will have great enlightenment and achieve enlightenment, such as the experience of "Lu Zu" Lu Dongbin.

When Lu Zu went to Beijing to take the exam, he met a Taoist, Mr. Yunfang, in a taoist, in a taoist, and had a great time. At night, the Taoist personally cooked for him. Lu Zu fell asleep a little sleepy. He dreamed that he passed the top scorer in the "Huayao Kingdom" exam, and was appointed as prime minister all the way, and his children were full of children and grandchildren. He really enjoyed all his glory and wealth. However, he suddenly committed the serious crime of raiding the house, separated his wife and children, and he became a lonely old man who was poor and poor.

At this time, he woke up from his dream, and Mr. Yunfang's rice was not cooked yet. After a while in the forty years in his dream, Mr. Yunfang looked at him and said, "The yellow rice is still not ripe, and I dream of Chinese food."

After this, Lu Zu realized the truth, so he stopped taking the imperial examination and followed the Taoist to practice Taoism. Later, he became a god and became one of the ancestors of the Danding Sect. This was Huang Liang Meng.

That strange dream naturally gave Xie Lingyun early wisdom and some indescribable knowledge vision, but he realized that he was still a teenager, so even the treasures in front of him were hard to leave... Oh yes, Xie Lingyun patted his head and muttered in his heart: "I was only in my twenties when I woke up from the dream. I hadn't tried Hongxiu Tianxiang, and I hadn't tried many things. I just helped an old woman cross the road. As a result, I became a good man. I can't blame me for not understanding it."

I remembered Lu Zu and another poem, but later a down-and-out scholar was moved after listening to the story of Huang Liangmeng and wrote a distorted poem: "For the past forty years, the Duke and the Marquis have been romantic even if they are dreams. I am now in a down-and-out road to Handan, and I want to borrow a pillow from my husband."

"I feel empathy, I want to borrow a pillow from my husband! That pillow should be very valuable, right?"

Xie Lingyun looked at the head of the bed, reached out and put the bamboo-patterned porcelain pillow that he had pillowed for many years into the basket. At worst, he used the ground as a mat and mud as a pillow. Moreover, he had experimented before, and he could have dreams wherever he slept. The master borrowed the pillow and used it for a few nights. Nothing happened. It had no magical powers, it was just an ordinary porcelain pillow.

At this moment, he saw a stack of home letters originally pressed under the porcelain pillow in the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but pick them up and flip them a few times. Although he had read each letter many times, he was still gradually fascinated by it.

The titles he was called "Jingyi" in the letter were "Jingyi", which was his great name Xie Gongyi, and Lingyun was his word. In fact, he was not a native of Jinling, but from a family in the capital. Because of some secrets, his family was afraid that they would not be able to raise him, so they sent them to Jiangnan to ask Chaotian Palace to help raise him, so he also had a nickname "Ake".

But others only know that Xie Ke is a child from another place, and his life experience is a secret.

In fact, even he couldn't figure out what his family was afraid of. When asked about this, the master was confused: "My friendship with your grandfather and gentleman is as calm as water. Do you ask so many vulgar questions? Besides, when he saw you cute back then, how could he bear to refuse? As for what happened, a teacher is as unclear as you, but a teacher knows that growing up safely is the greatest expectation of your family and a teacher."

In the past fifteen years, only my grandfather came to his family once when he was four or five years old, and then he had letters once or twice a year. He didn't even know his parents' appearance. People in the world only knew Gongren, Gongjing, and Gongren, and thought that the fourth son of the Xie family died at the time of birth.

"Let's go with the flow." Xie Lingyun put all the letters back. Not to mention that the Xie family, who was far away in the capital, would not help with this matter, he himself was unwilling to accept their favors. Looking around, there were happy memories from childhood to adulthood everywhere. He nodded: "I have been at home all the time, and now I am."

Thinking of this, those unwilling feelings for the baby were faded, and the most important thing was to heaven.

Xie Lingyun went through the room again, throwing all the paper, pens, ink, and other coins into the basket. Until he could no longer find a decent thing, he dragged the big basket and walked out of the door of the room.

A few people walked in the courtyard outside and saw him dragging a basket of heavy figures. One of the horn-headed children in blue Taoist robe cheered and jumped over and ran: "Senior brother, senior brother, you really have a box of gold hidden!"
Chapter completed!