The middle-aged man left after saying this. Chen Changsheng stood on the mountain road, inexplicably, and naturally a little annoyed. After the formation, he remembered that the man finally mentioned that someone came to find him in front of the turret. When he arrived in front of the turret, he saw that the stone gate was still closed, and he remembered the scene of Xun Mei walking out from here last night. When he was a little sad, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He followed the sound to the side of the stone door, and saw a small window on the wall, and Priest Xin was waving to him. He was a little surprised, saluted at the small window, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Priest Xin handed over something from the stone window and said, "The Bishop wants me to come and see you."

Chen Changsheng took the things and asked, "The luggage is all in the car, and we didn't let us bring it in yesterday."

Master Xin said, "This is the rule of the Heavenly Book Tomb. It will be sent to you after the inspection is completed. It should not be late for today."

Chen Changsheng thought of the sour and smelly bedding in the draft house, and tried to ask: "Can you please send us more bedding on Yu Jing?"

Priest Xin was stunned and said, "This is not difficult."

“Since the luggage will be returned to us, there is nothing needed.”

Chen Changsheng looked through the things that Master Xin sent him, and found that there was a bag of cooked eggs inside. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "You have to solve all the three meals in the Tianshu Mausoleum?"

Master Xin explained: "All colleges and sects have preparations and will be sent in every day. As for those folk students, the court will supply daily necessities, but the quality is worse. The National Education College is now in a mess, and you and Tang Sanshiliu are definitely not prepared. The Bishop has made arrangements, so don't worry."

When talking through the small stone window, Chen Changsheng felt a little weird, and felt like he was visiting a prison.

Looking at the expression on his face, Priest Xin guessed what he was thinking and said, "The Heavenly Book Tomb is a holy land and a prison."

Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned, remembering Xun Mei’s experience, and said, “It makes sense. Thank you for your reminder.”

Priest Xin said, "If such a reasonable thing is not something I can say. This is the words of the previous Pope. The Bishop asked me to tell you."

Chen Changsheng said, "I understand."

Priest Xin looked into his eyes through the stone window and said, "Anyway, you have to remember that Zhouyuan will open in a month, and you must come out before that."

Chen Changsheng did not answer this sentence, but instead talked about the arrogance of the stele servant who had met on the mountain road.

"How is this possible?"

Priest Xin frowned and said, "Those academies and sects will do things for their convenience in viewing steles in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, or will find ways to make friends with these stele servants. In addition, their special identities are indeed a bit noble and proud, but they are all supported by the state religion, so how dare they offend you?"

Chen Changsheng did not understand the logic in this sentence and asked in confusion: "Don't you dare to offend me?"

Seeing his confused expression, Priest Xin smiled and said, "Now the whole continent knows that you are the person you like the Pope and the Bishop. If you offend you, you will offend the National Church."

The lesson of the stele servant丨He said when he was saying that no matter how big his background was, he would be in awe in a holy place like Tianshuling. After listening to Master Xin's words, Chen Changsheng naturally had a new understanding when he thought of this sentence, and secretly guessed whether it was because of his national religion background that these stele servants in Tianshuling were born disgusted.

Thinking of these things, he walked back to the thatched hut. The house was empty, and the young men should have gone to Tianshuling to watch the stele. The big pot of white porridge cooked before dawn was eaten up, the pots and pans had been washed and arranged, and even the water in the jar was filled with replenishment. Although he didn't see who made it, for some reason, he was sure that Gou Hanyi's arrangement.

Although there were new beddings, Chen Changsheng still folded the three beddings left by Xun Mei and washed them carefully several times. It was not until he confirmed that all the sour smells of sweat for thirty-seven years had been washed, and then he hung them on the rope in the courtyard. Then he walked through the orange orchard and came to the vegetable field in the distance. It was early spring, and it was the time when the green was not connected. There were no fresh vegetables in the vegetable field. The greens that could be seen were all onions, garlic and leeks. He took a few fingers of green onions, dug a few pieces of potatoes in the field, and returned to the yard to prepare lunch.

Boil the water in a large iron pot, cut the bacon sent by Priest Xin in half and threw it in, and then started steaming the rice. Mix the rice into the potato grains cut into the size of a fingernail, wash the scallions, put them on the edge of the stove, and take out the cooked eggs and put them at any time. After doing all this, he nodded with satisfaction and went to wash his hands.

Salted fish and bacon are delicious and very delicious, but they are not very healthy. Eating too much is not good for health. Master Xin said that the Bishop has arrangements and Lishan Sword Sect should also find a way to deliver things in. I wonder if the fresh meat and vegetables every day can be guaranteed in the future. He sat on the threshold and thought about these things. He was a tourist for a day yesterday. Do you want to be a chef for a day today? In the Tianshu Mausoleum, you don’t go to watch the stele or think hard, but you think about these things. If others see him dazed on the threshold, I don’t know what kind of reaction will be.

Chen Changsheng sat on the threshold, looking at the courtyard outside the thatched cottage, looking at half of the fences that were poured out, and looking at the not-so-looking green trees in the orange orchard not far away, very quiet and had not changed their posture for a long time. Naturally, there is no need to think about food for so long. The matter between men and women has never had anything to do with him, so what is he thinking about

Looking at the falling fence and the mist in the woods that were gradually dispelled by the sunlight, his expression was so focused that he did not notice that the luggage he left outside the Tianshu Mausoleum was sent to the courtyard yesterday.

A few gurgling birds made him wake up from his thoughts, and then he noticed the pile of luggage like a hill on the side. He walked forward, found his package, took out his pen, ink, paper and ink, sat back on the threshold, and continued to look at the falling fences and green forests. However, there was a pen in his hand now, and the ink in the stone inkstone beside him had melted

As time goes by, the sun gradually rises, and the angle of light falling on the courtyard changes accordingly.

The fence is sparse and shaky, but there are still a few thicker wooden stakes in it.

As the light changes, the shadows of the wooden stakes on the ground also change. The branches at the tops of the green trees in the orange orchard also change. The wooden stakes begin to shorten, but the thin bamboo pieces next to them begin to widen. Some of the thin branches on the green branches are about to disappear in the brighter and brighter sunlight, while some branches appear clearer and clearer because of the contrast of light and shadow.

Chen Changsheng looked at the scene quietly, watching these changes, and his consciousness returned to the stele in the early morning. At that time, the sun was rising, and the lines on the surface of the stele changed with the warm red glow, as if they were about to come back to life. The edges of the deep lines were illuminated, so they became thinner, but the shallow lines became wider.

The complex and inexplicable lines on the stone tablet are inscriptions. The inscriptions that have endured countless winds and rains over the years have not changed at all, but aren’t they changing all the time? If the information hidden in those inscriptions is certain, why would the interpreter come up with a completely different meaning? Yes, everything is because of these changes.

Chen Changsheng dipped the pen in his hand into the inkstone, opened the book, and began to write and draw on it. He did not use words to record what he thought and gained, but just carefully followed what he saw and roughly deduced, and began to depict the lines on the Zhaoqing Monument. The end of the pen walked on the paper with a heavy weight.

I don't know how long he had passed, but he stopped writing and drew it again on the notebook in the lower right corner of the Zhaoqing Monument. Then he took out the rubbings of the Heavenly Book Monument that he had taken out at the inn, found the page of the Zhaoqing Monument, and began to compare it with his new paintings. He found that there was a very big difference between the two. Compared with the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing Monument, the patterns he painted on the notebook were obviously more vivid. If his brushwork was better, it could be described in this way - those patterns seemed to be vivid on paper and come alive.

The fog in the woods dissipated, the bamboo strips on the fence became even more, and the light in the courtyard was extremely bright. It turned out that it was already noon before I knew it.

Chen Changsheng rubbed his eyes that were sore, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and got up to prepare lunch. Only then did he realize that no one came back. The thatched hut was quiet. Because the temperature was rising, even the birds in the woods were too lazy to sing. He stood alone in front of the threshold and felt very lonely.

The rice had been steamed for a long time and was put on the side. The fragrance of the potatoes mixed with the grease of the bacon became a very strange but very attractive taste. He took out half of the bacon from the pot, thought about it, cut it into small pieces with a knife, poured it into a rice bowl, peeled another cooked egg, and ended his lunch with a bowl of light tea.

After dinner, he took a casual walk along the courtyard, went back to the room and rested with his eyes closed for a while, then sat back on the threshold, holding a notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and continued to look at the scenery around the courtyard in a daze. The light changed all the time, and he had to observe it all the time.

As the sun gradually settled, the color of the light falling in the courtyard gradually became denser. The wooden stakes and bamboo strips in the fence, and thin branches in different directions on the treetops also changed. Chen Changsheng, who had been quietly watching for a long time, finally started writing again, and sent all the changes observed in the whole afternoon to the end of the pen, turning them into paper that were not accurate, and only represented some kind of obsessive lines.

In the evening, most of the inscriptions on the Zhaoqing Monument were repainted on paper by him.

He knew that he was not far from reading these inscriptions.

At this time, the people who were staying in the thatched huts also returned to the courtyard one after another.

The first person to come back was Liangbanhu. Chen Changsheng nodded to him. But he seemed to have not seen it at all. He went straight into the kitchen, drank a large scoop of clear water, and then walked back to the courtyard, stepped on the fence that was pushed down by Tang Sanshiliu last evening, and looked at the sun that was about to set in the west, with a sad and happy expression.

Qijian then returned to the courtyard. The boy looked a little confused. Although he had never forgotten to salute Chen Changsheng, when he entered the house, he almost bumped into the door. After a while, he walked out of the house. For some reason, he lowered his head and began to walk around the courtyard, muttering words, not knowing what he was saying.

(The next chapter comes out before eleven o'clock.)
Chapter completed!