The master left the stage, and Sun Taichong laughed and said that today's spring was just right, so it was better to cook tea and have a tea. Most of the people here naturally agreed and got up and went to the tea room. However, Du Shiyi, who had already received a cup of tea when he sat down, gritted his teeth and tasted it. He was first fumbling by the pungent ginger smell of onion and ginger in the tea, and then the taste of indescribable salt or spicy made his throat dry and uncomfortable. So, he was too lazy to join in the unbearable fun. Seeing that Liu Ximing, who had just targeted him, was talking to Song Fuzhen, the master of Songyang, he simply stood up and quietly left the house.

However, as soon as he left the house, he realized that he had unknowingly held the small and exquisite white porcelain teacup in his hand and brought it out. At this moment, he was standing outside with a transparent light, and shining in the sunshine. Seeing the teacup as white as snow, as thin as clouds, without any variegated colors or other patterns, the shape was simple and simple. Thinking of the pottery bowls and cups he used in the thatched hut, he remembered that there seemed to be a set of porcelain in Fanchuan's home. Now he didn't know if it was still at home or because of the need for medical treatment, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. After turning around and entering the house, he saw that Liu Ximing was still talking to Song Fuzhen on the other side, and he waved to a maid.

"I just played with it for a while, and I actually took all the porcelain cups out of the door. You should take it away."

The maid held the thing in both hands and took it back. When she watched Du Shiyi go out, she suddenly heard the call from the master from behind and quickly turned around respectfully. When she reported the reason why Du Shiyi had just returned, she saw that the master waved her hand at her, she quickly stepped back lightly.

As soon as the maid went down, Liu Ximing sneered: "Although Du is a great surname in Guanzhong, the outstanding figures over the years are not as good as before. Even the saints have lamented that Duke Lai has no descendants. In contrast, although Fanchuan Wei Qu is the one in the public room of the prince consort, there are still some people. Fanchuan Du's literary meetings came to me several times. Du Shijiu was praised as having few unparalleled in the sky and earth, as if all the stars were holding the moon, but it was really ordinary! It's a pity that the elders of his group worked hard to create momentum, hoping that the emperor would summon a prodigy to promote the clan again, but his efforts were wasted! Just looking at him with a white porcelain teacup, it was obvious that the person was really unbearable!"

"Enough!" Song Fuzhen interrupted him, and then said lightly, "Du's literary club, since he has talents, it is understandable to praise him. Do you have to join in the fun and blame others for supporting the moon? Today, he attacked in public but was rebelled against the generals. Do you think your face is very glorious?"

"Uncle, I also thought Du Shijiu Jianglang was ashamed to speak out, but I didn't expect him to..."

"So you insisted on poking someone's scars? After poking it, you wanted to remedy it, so you used Mr. Sima as a guise? You were smart but were mistaken for your cleverness! Zi Guang, Liu, is also a famous family in Guanzhong. His family is rich and far superior to Du Shijiu, who is gradually becoming weak. Even if you want to fight, you can use open and upright means. Today's move can only make people laugh! I have made it happen that Mr. Sima invited you to the day he went to Songshan, not to make you look ugly. Besides, Du Shijiu's poem "Pity the Farmer" obviously treats Mr. Sima's spleen and stomach. If you don't take your temper well, it will be difficult for you to go to Jingzhao Mansion next year!"

Faced with this harsh and harsh criticism, Liu Ximing lowered his head and responded with a hint of disapproval flashed across his face. Du Shiyi's four lines of poetry just meant to be pity for the farmers. If you really say that the wording is just ordinary, it is just a sensationalism, and whether he has done it is still doubtful! If there is really something in his belly, how could he avoid Sun Taichong's tea room invitation?

Du Shiyi didn't know that the uncle and nephew were talking in the Feixing Pavilion. He had followed the Taoist boy all the way in, but he was quite interested in the buildings in Songyang Temple. At this moment, he simply walked back. The weather was still good today, and there were many pilgrims in the view, but outsiders stopped the place where the Taoist priests lived in this way. He came out to the Sanqing Palace, surrounded by incense, and watched the good men and women burn incense and pray outside the hall. He hesitated for a moment, and finally crossed the threshold and entered.

Although Du Shisanniang was tight-lipped, he still learned from Zhuying that he was struggling. Even though Tian Mo was diligent and willing to work hard, he basically didn't have to go to the market to buy dry vegetables and firewood, but the first one was just saved, and he would not have the blessing in the end. Moreover, it is important to know how embarrassed and difficult Du Shisanniang took him away from Jingzhao Mansion. If he went back now, even if he recovered from the serious illness, how could he face the reputation that had plummeted? The famous child prodigy in the past is high, but now he has lost his halo. There are no few who are as gloating as Liu Ximing and even malicious as scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, who said that he would say that in front of others, but he could not really be a farmer. To take Du Shisanniang to live well in this era, some things are indispensable.

Instead of kneeling on the cushion like those kind men and women, he stood there and raised his hand and prayed silently. After a while, he bowed deeply. When he straightened his waist, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind.

"Mr. Du Xiaolangjun is here, so he can find something easy to find."

Turning around and seeing it was Sima Heiyun, Du Shiyi could not help but smile and say hello. When he did not leave the Sanqing Palace and avoided the pilgrims and walked towards a secluded path, he heard Sima Heiyun say, "I suddenly saw thousands of guests coming today, and my master didn't expect it. I wanted to ask you to entrust copying books, but it was obvious that many people just now were not easy to mention. The master is now living in the back. Fortunately, you have never gone to the tea room, otherwise I might have to come to the door again next time."

"Okay, please lead the way with Brother Sima!"

Yangxing Pavilion is one of the small, unique, quiet and deep monasteries in Songyang Temple. Du Shiyi followed Sima Heiyun into the house and met two or three followers along the way. When he got into the house, he saw that Mr. Sima was sitting cross-legged there, as if he had already fallen into a state of forgetting things and forgetting each other. There was only a Taoist boy standing next to him. Seeing Sima Heiyun winked at him and tiptoed back out. He thought for a while and sat down in the seat. He thought that the other party was going to test his sittingness and patience, but in just a short while, Mr. Sima, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

"I wonder whose post Du Xiaolangjun has been posting since he was a child?"

"The first Ouyang Gong came to Wang Youjun's calligraphy." This was the case in his past and present lives, and Du Shiyi naturally answered without hesitation.

"So, is Du Xiaolangjun good at eight-point books?" Mr. Sima nodded when he saw Du Shiyi, and then said, "Maybe he write a few words for me to see?"

Seeing that the Taoist boy immediately went to hold the four treasures of the study. Although he had practiced the writing posture again in the past few days, Du Shiyi took a deep breath after actually taking the roll of paper and dipped the pen ink, and then he started writing on the paper. After the two lines of words were completed overnight, he returned it to the Taoist boy. After a while, Mr. Sima took the roll of paper from the Taoist boy. After a while, he was quite satisfied with the power of the brush, and then recited it out loud: "It's noon to hoe the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard... It turned out that the poem was better, and the poem was better! It was really not easy to know how to pity the farmers at a young age. When your teacher was alive, he also said that the plan for the world lies in the farmers."

Hearing Mr. Sima mentioned his master, this time, Du Shiyi thought about it and finally asked bluntly: "Mr. Sima, I am young and shallow and ignorant. Although I had to help my elder brother Sima twice before, he kept his mouth shut and never revealed his origin. Today, I came to copy books, but I didn't expect to encounter such a big scene. If I don't know the origin of my husband, I'm afraid I will really be fooled in front of others."

"Oh, so you don't know who I am yet?" Seeing Du Shiyi shook his head, Mr. Sima finally couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay! I am not a court official who advised agriculture, sericulture, and water conservancy, and I am not a literati with famous poetry and essays all over the world. But a Taoist priest who cultivates one's own character should not be known to everyone. When guests from all over the place came in a crowd! Du Xiaolang, you can tell the most real truth!"

Du Shiyi didn't hear any irony from this laughter. Instead, he felt that the old man seemed to be really happy and couldn't help but wonder. The next moment, he saw the other party smiling and said, "Heiyun didn't tell you because he followed me for the longest time and knew my temper. Since you asked him directly today, I naturally have nothing to say. I am Sima Chengzhen, and the Dharma name is Daoyin."

This time, Du Shiyi finally had a faint impression. However, it was not the person in Du Shiyi's memory that was devoted to reading the books of sages and working hard to make poems, but naturally he had no intention of putting any effort into monks and Taoists. Instead, he had seen this name in the rubbings of the steles treasured by his father in his previous life. And there were many anecdotes connected to this name.

"But the Sima Sect Master of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan?"

Sima Chengzhen looked at Du Shiyi's eyebrows and thoughtfulness, and then suddenly realized his sudden realization. He felt that the young man's reaction was really interesting. In addition, the various things Sima Heiyun said about the young man before made him quite satisfied. Therefore, he nodded slightly and said, "I like purity and do not love many people. Today, it seems that the scene of the guests coming one after another will probably become more and more intense. I was invited back to Songshan by Zi Fangzhi this time because the Songyang Temple contains many of the works written by the master's master in the past and the ninth generation of the Shangqing School. These books were given to Songyang Temple by the master, and some of them were not copied. Since you told Heiyun that he could copy them, I would have a helper."

Du Shiyi didn't want to accidentally hit him. Sima Chengzhen's original intention to go to Songshan this time was this time. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "If sir, I am afraid that those who are willing to copy can line up to the foot of Junjifeng Mountain."

"This is a bad thing. I haven't mentioned it yet, but today isn't there any more guests? What a pity, the bookmakers who specialize in copying want to throw away the boss's business!" Sima Chengzhen raised his eyebrows with a smile, and said slowly, "It's just that they all volunteered to serve me, the old Taoist, but Du Xiaolangjun was to pay off the value of the Kunlun slave, so he naturally had some differences. I heard that you know how to use medical skills and acupuncture. Since this is the case, the "Collection of Materia Medica" written by Master Tao personally will be handed over to you to copy? Although the court has re-educated "Materia Medica", it would be a pity that the things left by the Master will be lost in the future."

It turned out to be Tao Hongjing's original "Bencao Jing Ji Ji"!

The rest of the Dunhuang Grottoes written by Tao Hongjing, which only recorded the prefaces, was written by Tao Hongjing. After being taken out of China by the Japanese, even his whereabouts were different. He only read the secrets of his father's collection and did not show them to others. He said that it was a rubbing given by his former teacher. Another broken copy was also in Germany. He had wandered around most of the earth but had never had the chance to see it. Now he can copy the original scriptures written by Tao Hongjing, how could he not agree!

"I really want to ask for it."

Seeing Du Shiyi standing up, overjoyed and bowing to the ground, Sima Chengzhen couldn't help laughing: "Since that's the case, are you staying in Songyang Temple to copy, or continue to go back to your thatched hut?"

Although Songyang Temple will inevitably gather many noble people in recent days, and staying here may encounter many opportunities, Du Shiyi said without hesitation: "If the sir allows me, I would like to ask Brother Sima to send this book to my thatched house. After I copy it every day, I will ask him to send it back to the copy. The thatched house is pure and more conducive to meditation and copying."
Chapter completed!