Taoist Qinghui sat quietly on the stone without looking back. He just said calmly, "Go ahead. Don't delay things."
Shao Zhou didn't know why, but he was always a little worried. He said hesitantly, "The boy will come back in two days and give you a new Taoist robe."
"good."
"Also, sir, don't just eat old rice. It's bad for your spleen and stomach over time."
"It's not rotten, what's wrong with eating it?"
"I brought some newly ground gold powder today. Sir, please don't copy too much, it will hurt your eyes."
"Now I only write one a day. I'll write more when the gold powder is used up."
"Then remember to take medicine at night. Coughing for a long time will hurt your body. My brother said that a doctor came from Tokyo. He was a master of internal medicine in Yue's army. He will bring him to you tomorrow to have a look."
He stood there and kept talking, as if he had endless things to tell him. He finally made Taoist Qinghui impatient and threw his sleeves. "Why are you talking so much today? Stop bothering me and go do your own thing!"
Shao Zhou smiled and bowed: "Yes, I'll go right away."
He hurried along with the servants, and stopped halfway down the mountain. Looking back, he saw the man still sitting in the pavilion. His figure was dignified and indestructible, as if he had merged with the green mountains and rivers that he had protected in his past and present lives, and the endless mist and rain.
Two days later, Shao Zhou went to Lu Zu Temple again. The copper lock on the door knocker was hanging loosely, and the wooden door was half-closed.
He walked in quietly. The ground was covered with fallen flowers. The courtyard was silent except for the sounds of birds singing and cuckoos chirping. In the distance, the wind whistled through the pine forest, adding to the sense of loneliness.
The quiet room where that person often stayed was now empty, with only paper rolls covering the walls, and a blank piece of paper nailed to the desk with a copper hairpin. Shao Zhou walked over and saw that the words on it were the handwriting of the Taoist Qinghui, whom he was familiar with. It seemed that the person was born in a powerful family, and he must have received guidance from a famous teacher when he was young. In addition, he was very talented and practiced hard, so he could have such beautiful handwriting with graceful strokes. The Xie Gong paper was light in his hand, and it was written with half of the world-famous "Qingyu Case" by the Zhao Song government:
Moth, snow willow, and golden threads.
The smile and fragrance fade away.
I searched for him everywhere.
Suddenly looking back, that person is there,
Where the lights are dim.
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