C8 Back home ebony black box

I am the first cultivator to have a part-time cultivation. I will continue to go to school and return to cultivate at night.

Everyday, what he comprehended was nothing more than a lot of profound theories. From the initial Immortal Path of Fang Xing to the Duo Cultivation of Life and Death, they all revolved around the main body of the human body in pursuit of longevity. Any approach deriving from this premise will require a long and arduous effort, and these are all within the scope of Taoism through efforts to improve the quality of the interior.

At the same time, he also practices many incantations, incantations and related methods. These techniques were mainly used outside of the human body, so they were called Dao Techniques, also known as Dharma Techniques. After the Tang Dynasty, many studies of science and mathematics were gradually perfected, and many metaphysics categories such as Fate, Phasology, Fengshui, Liulong, Qimen and Ziwei appeared one after another.

What troubled me the most was the sutra, which was compulsory for Taoists. There were many types of classics in the Daoist scriptures, and there were also two main types of cultivators and external cultivators in the sutras of the Taoists in Laoshan. Internal cultivators had internal five scriptures: "Yin Charms", "Dao Scriptures", "Peace and Tranquility Scriptures", "Dragon and Tiger Scripture", "Huang Ting Scripture", "Internal four books", "Reference Contract", "Comprehension of the True Canon", "The Three Sovereigns of Jade", "The Secret Mantra of Qinghua", and so on. External cultivators have five scriptures: The Doyen Sutra, The King's Scripture, The Three Official Classics, The Big Dipper Scripture, The King's Scripture, The Other four books: The Book of Life God, The Ki Lian Ke, The Prayer Instrument, The Thousand Gold Square, and so on. In addition to the aforementioned internal and external classics, there are also "The Thirteen Classics of Taizu", "The Western Ascension Classic", "The Southern Flower Classic", "The Classic of the Beginning of Literature", "The Complete Collection of the Tao Book", "The Twelve Classics of the Dao", "The Complete Collection of the Sanfeng", "The Complete Collection of the Lu Zu", "The Classic of the Body", "The Classic of the Day", "The Suzhou", and so on. There were also other Alchemy Scripture books, all of which were reference studies for future generations of the faculty.

Every morning at three o'clock in the evening, the Daoists would recite the wondrous scriptures, the sacred scriptures, the sacred scriptures of the heavens, the scriptures of the dead, the sutras of the dead, the Sutra of the dead, the Suffering Sutra, the Sutra of the dead, the Sutra of the Peace, the Sutra of the Jade Emperor, the Sutra of the Life, the Suffering Sutra of the wrongdoings, the Sutra of the Sin, etc. They would wish the peace of the nation and the peace of the people of Qi.

The worst part of the rule was that anyone who chanted a scripture had to calm down, take a bath, and dress up their clothes. They had to do it every day, and they had to be competent.

Master Qing Xuan said to me: "The three purposes of the sutras are: first, to honor the gods, to chant every day, to worship and sing every year; secondly, to" meet the wind ", to set up a altar to perform sacrificial activities in accordance with the customs and teachings of the people; and thirdly, to recite the sacred scriptures, to express one's true nature, to carry forward the teachings of the Daoist, to maintain the essence of the scriptures, to maintain the nature of the Tao; to tear up at the moment, to check the time, and to firmly cultivate one's sincerity as one's stepping into the Dao."

I didn't understand it at all, but after a few times I learned the scriptures by heart. In my mind, these things were very familiar, and I didn't know that this was something my grandfather used to tell me when I was still a baby, when he was trying to make me happy by coaxing me to sleep.

Day after day, day after day, he chanted sutras, feeling that his brain wasn't enough to handle everything.

Just like that, a year passed.

Grandfather's anniversary was a few days later. Qing Xuan Dao Long came to the training hall and said to me, "Li Yu, you have already lived here for a year and have yet to return home to take a look …"

My eyes were filled with sorrow. Ever since my grandfather had been killed by the white snake, there had been no one else at home. This year, I was taken in by the Qing Xuan Dao Long to the Supreme Purity Palace, never to return to the home that caused me so much sorrow.

Qing Xuan Dao Long looked at my face which was filled with worry, sighed lightly, and continued in a sorrowful tone, "Four days from now will be the first anniversary of your grandfather's death. You must go down the mountain and pay your respects."

I looked at Qing Xuan Dao Long's face. His face was filled with determination, but I didn't even have the chance to refute his words. I slightly nodded my head as he lightly smiled and nodded before turning around and walking out of the training hall.

Just as he was about to leave, Qing Xuan Dao Long pushed open the door and came in with some paper money and yellow paper. There were a few runes placed on top of them and he passed these things to me and said gently: "You also don't have money, although this is not much, but it is still a kind heart."

My two hands received the items, and after gratefully accepting them, I bowed deeply towards the Qing Xuan Dao Long. Afterwards, I walked out of the training hall to bid farewell to the other senior brothers, and returned down the mountain to my familiar and sorrowful home.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he felt a sense of desolation. There was no one in the courtyard, and the neighbors had all moved away because of the incident with the white snake. All that was left were a few empty rooms.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone steps beside the well were covered with moss. Only the great elm tree was still flourishing, bearing the cries of those who knew it.

Walking into my house in the north room, canaliculus's land is covered in a layer of thick dust, the spider webs at the corner of the wall are also layered, the giant yellow-green spider is currently nibbling the moths that are entwined with the spider webs, on the stove a few steamed buns that are long and black covered in hair are currently being nibbled by a few roaches that are reddish-brown in color.

I covered my mouth and nose with my hand, coughed a few times, then walked to the stove. After placing the yellow paper and other items on the ground, I took out a broom dustpan and gently swept up the dust on the ground, then used a mop to wipe the ground a few times, finally revealing the original color of the cement ground.

After cleaning up the house, I quietly sat on the bedside and looked at the destroyed door. Memories of that tragic night when I was pulled back to that unforgettable place in my life, the scene of my grandfather's tragic death at home came back to me. I could vaguely see my grandfather lying on the ground with a dark face and two lines of blood and tears at the corners of his eyes.

I stroke the dragon and snake stripes on my right arm and viciously pinched it with my hand. The teeth in my mouth chattered loudly, as if I wanted to strangle it to death on my arm. However, after a while, other than the pain from his arm, there was no other effect.

As a seven year old brat, I completely do not understand these things. Qing Xuan Dao Long only told me before I left that he wanted to burn incense and paper, then he kowtowed and kowtowed to me, and nothing more.

I started to collect my grandfather's things. I wanted to burn these things to my grandfather as well, so that he wouldn't feel strange in the underworld.

He took out some clothes from the closet, folded them neatly, and put them aside. There was also Grandpa's black wooden cabinet, the top drawer containing a thick stack of charm papers, and a small box of cinnabar. The bottom cabinet contained a few odds and ends, a small semiconductor (radio, as we all call it), two tea crocks, a red cloth bag, and a small, rectangular, black-brown wooden box.

I took them all out, put the rusted thermos bottle on the floor, and put them on.

In this pile, only the rectangular black box was locked, and the red bag was slightly heavy. I opened the red bag, and inside was a comb, two jade bracelets, a woman's clothes, and a very exquisite White Jade Buddha pendant. I held the White Jade Buddha pendant in my hand, and a wave of coldness spread out from the center of my palm, lingering for a long time.

I looked at some items, they should be a woman's dowry or something like that, they should belong to my grandma. I didn't expect that even after her grandfather died for so long, he still kept her things.

However, at that time, I did not have that many thoughts, nor did I know what love really was. I only felt that my grandfather would definitely keep these things and treat them as treasures.

My eyes fell on the dark brown wooden box. The iron lock was dark brown and covered with a thick layer of rust. It seemed extremely old. I wondered what treasure was in this wooden box that could be sealed away.

My grandfather is dead and I can't get any answers. What am I supposed to do with this box now?

Without much thought, he went to canaliculus, found a rusted axe from near the wok and returned back to his room. He raised the axe, and with a clang, the iron lock fell to the ground. If I had known that the box was made of ebony, I really wouldn't have damaged it with an ax.

I opened the box, only to see several pieces of thin, yellowish paper. Written on them were words that I could not understand at all. Even today, I still could not understand them.

It is fortunate that I did not burn these pieces of paper along with my grandfather's clothes when I was young. Otherwise, my thousand years of secret would have been forever buried and no one would know about it.

I thought: Grandpa kept these papers in this wooden box so well that they must have been extremely important to him during those turbulent times, so I put them away and stuffed them in my luggage along with all the things my grandmother had left behind.