Chapter 2 Chapter 1 I Closed the South Tower to Read Taoist Books

Small garden, secluded bamboo, tea fragrance, the sound of reading aloud. "Hengshan is blue and dark, look down at Canopus in Antarctica. Blowing back to blow the snow from the five peaks, often flying flowers fall into the Dongting." The young man is sitting upright, the old man is standing with his hands behind his back, and beside him is a young girl with plain hands adding fragrance. A slender young man watched from a distance outside the garden, pricked up his ears to listen again, and then sighed softly. "If you are accompanied by a beautiful woman, you should go clubbing and dance! What are you reading about Lao Shizi's poems..." Yan Zheng muttered unwillingly, brushing his long hair on his forehead habitually, and then looked around again.With his way of thinking, he really couldn't understand why Luo Zhongxia could sit in the room so patiently, accompanied by a beauty like Shijiu, why did he bring in such a bad old man like Ju Shigeng?

In fact, since meeting Huai Su and matching his poems, Luo Zhongxia seems to have completely calmed down, and his previous unrestrained and unscrupulous temper was suppressed by Huai Su's Zen mind.This made Yan Zheng, who had always regarded Luo Zhongxia as his confidant, feel quite sad, feeling that a good young man had degenerated and became insipid. Nineteen once asked Luo Zhongxia what he planned to do next, and Luo Zhongxia said that he would go back to the beginning.The beginning of Qinglian's pen spirit is Li Bai, and the beginning of Li Bai is naturally Li Bai's poems. After returning to Huaxia University from Yongzhou, Luo Zhongxia went straight to see Ju Shigeng, expressing his hope that he could learn some knowledge of Chinese culture in a down-to-earth manner.Ju Shigeng didn't know about the Bizhong, but when he saw the stubborn student's prodigal son turning back with a sincere heart, he readily agreed.In the past month, Luo Zhongxia stayed at home, studying hard.Nineteen asked Lao Li for leave and stayed by his side.

Yan Zheng understood that Luo Zhongxia must have a deep understanding of Li Bai's poems in order to exert the power of Qinglian pen, and to understand Li Bai's poems, he must understand Chinese culture and deeply appreciate the beauty of traditional Chinese literature. It cannot be achieved overnight, but must be cultivated slowly.In contrast, Yan Zheng's thrush is much less troublesome, as long as he respects women, everything is OK--in this regard, his gentleman spirit can be regarded as world-class. But he still felt it was a pity, stubbornly thinking that Luo Zhongxia who had changed his temper was no longer Luo Zhongxia.If he had heard Nietzsche, he might imitate the tone of that great philosopher and comment: "Luo Zhongxia is dead."

Yan Zheng took another look at Luo Zhongxia, who was engrossed in his studies, and turned away resentfully. If he stayed for a few more minutes in this strong study atmosphere, he might go crazy.Yan Zheng has always been insensitive to these things, and his favorite poems are only two lines, one is "Liu Xiang didn't study", and the other is "Stop and sit in love with Fenglin", which is already the limit. The place where Luo Zhongxia studied was the Songtao Garden of Huaxia University.This is the residence of Ju Shigeng when he came to the university to give lectures. Luo Zhongxia was attacked by a pen boy for the first time, doubted Xiaorong for the first time, and Zheng He first realized the existence of the world of pen mounds, all happened here. , it can be said that Songtao Garden and Bizuka are full of intricate connections.

Yan Zheng walked out along the gravel path in Songtao Garden, passed through the low half-moon arch, and when he looked up, he saw a couplet from Su Shi in front of Songtao Garden: "Yu reads everything, and everything is It's impressive." "Amitabha, the donor seems to have something on his mind." The sound of the Buddha's horn sounded, and Monk Peter walked over, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a gentle smile on his face that has never changed for thousands of years. "Hey, Peter." Yan Zheng waved his arms and greeted listlessly. Monk Peter clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Yan, there is a piece of good news."

"Ah? What good news? Then you came to see me?" Ranran's full name is Wei Rongran, she is a blind girl, since her brother Wei Rongyu ran away with Wei Shiran, she was sent back to Wei Zhuang by Er Zhuzi.Yan Zheng talked about her when he had nothing to do, but he couldn't tell what mood he was in. Monk Peter shook his head with a smile, and said, "I finally found the ghost pen about Li Changji." "So fast?" Yan Zheng's expression froze, and his smile subsided. "The finishing touch pen really lives up to its reputation, and the instructions are very accurate. It's a pity that I was preconceived, thinking that those who are compatible with ghost pens are gloomy guys. I didn't expect its host this time to be a delicate female employee. It was a waste of time. Kung Fu." Monk Peter's tone was a little bit of exclamation.

When Yan Zheng heard the word "delicate female employee", his eyes lit up "swish", and he directly cut to the topic: "Is she pretty?" "Benefactor, in the eyes of Buddhists, all women are pink skeletons." "Hey, skeletons are also very beautiful and ugly. I said Peter, we are also confidants, we can't hide our secrets! What kind of person is she?" "Her surname is Ye, and she works as a translator in a bank. She is timid and very timid. I don't know why the ghost pen chose her. It's ironic. Ever since she was haunted by the ghost pen, she always thought it was haunted, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse. I have Promise to help her do a ritual ceremony for free, and then we can handle it according to the circumstances. You know, for superstitious people, you must use superstitious methods to gain trust."

"Buddhist disciples are really scary." Yan Zheng rolled his eyes, and then smiled happily, "Master Peter, how can you take care of doing things by yourself, you must need a lay disciple to help you? The fortune teller said that I was born to be a master fate." "Amitabha, poor monks don't believe it." Monk Peter calmly recited the Buddha's name. "You bastard donkey who has no confidence in human nature." Yan Zheng said angrily. During this month, Luo Zhongxia devoted himself to cultivation, while Yan Zheng and Monk Peter were not idle.They traveled all over the country to search for wild pens with the help of dotting pens.

The so-called wild pens are not the protagonists of "Doraemon", but refer to the pen spirits who have not been included in the pen mound and wander freely in this world-the most famous of which is naturally Li Bai's Qinglian pen spirit.In addition to these naturally free wild pens, some pen spirits were originally entrusted to the officials of the pen tomb. If the official of the pen tomb died in some accident, the spirit of the pen would escape, escape from the shackles, and become a wild pen.In fact, collecting these wild brushes scattered in the world has always been one of the missions of the Wei family and the Zhuge family.

These wild pens vaguely have their own consciousness, but they have no destination and no fixed form, floating like ghosts.Sometimes by chance, when they meet a human being that suits them, they will swim over and live on them.Those hosts are often unconscious, and are terrified by the mutations that have occurred to them.99% of the various mysterious phenomena of the human body that are often mentioned in the tabloids sold in front of the train station are fake, and the remaining 1% are caused by wild pens... In the battle of Lvtian Temple, Chu Yimin who owned Li He's ghost pen was killed by a mysterious force, and the ghost pen escaped from his body and disappeared without a trace.For a month, Yan Zheng and Monk Peter have been looking for it.

Originally, Lao Li said that they could borrow resources from Zhuge's family, but Luo Zhongxia still had some grudges against Lao Li, and felt that it was better not to get too involved with them.What's more, Monk Peter and Teacher Zeng Guifen belonged to the Wei family, so this generous kindness was politely declined.Luo Zhongxia has a dotting pen in his body that can point out doubts and directions, and can vaguely point out the hiding places of those wild pens. Monk Peter and Yan Zheng searched for them according to the hints of the dotting pen. Low. It was still early for Luo Zhongxia to finish class, so Yan Zheng and Monk Peter first came to the bush path outside Songtao Garden, chatting while walking.Yan Zheng has been pestering Monk Peter, asking about the appearance of the Ghost Pen host.Monk Peter's mouth was very strict, and he refused to speak to death.Yan Zheng had no choice but to change the subject, patted his knees and said, "If Ghost Pen can also join our revolutionary team, then the combat power will be greatly increased!" Monk Peter laughed and said, "Not necessarily. Although there is only one pen spirit, the personality of the host is all kinds of strange. Sometimes the host's personality can't exert the power of the pen spirit at all. Besides, the running-in between the host and the pen spirit will take a long time. Time and haste are useless. I think the female staff member is too timid, and I'm afraid the ghost pen won't work in her hands." Yan Zheng disagreed: "Look at Luo Zhongxia, that guy is unlearned and incompetent, isn't he very good at fighting?" Monk Peter said: "Benefactor Luo is an exception among exceptions. What's more, even he must have a foundation in Chinese studies to exert the power of the Qinglian pen. Otherwise, why should he learn Chinese studies from Teacher Ju? Our enemy is too powerful , whose identity is unknown, we still have to be careful." Both of them were silent for a while.The thrilling battle that night in Lutian Nunnery is still vivid in my mind.Since that time, they have realized that besides the Zhuge family and the Wei family, there is a third mysterious force outside Bizhong.Chu Yimin, Zhuge Chun, Ou Zilong, and Cheng Zhou were all dominated by that mysterious man.The strength of that force far exceeded their imagination. Even Luo Zhongxia, who was a poet and pen, could not prevent the mysterious man from killing Chu Yimin and taking away Zhuge Chun and Cheng Zhou calmly, which shows his strength. powerful. The reason why they are so eager to search for wild pens is also out of this strong sense of crisis.Everyone has a premonition that a huge conspiracy is slowly shrouding, and all people related to Bizuka will be involved in this dispute. The sound of reading in the garden gradually subsided, and the wind blew through the woods, making a rustling sound.The carefree noise from the campus in the distance came along with the wind, which relieved the spirits of the two of them. "Now Wei Shi is hard to tell who is the enemy, Rong Yu doesn't know where to end, and Wei Zhuang wants to stay out of it now, our Wei family is really a mess..." Monk Peter looked at the gray-white teaching building in the distance, and suddenly sighed with emotion. "Hey..." Yan Zheng handed Monk Peter a cigarette, "I said Peter, why don't you get a pen to play with? With your ability, it's easy to become a pen official." Monk Peter leaned back, exhaled a few wisps of smoke from his mouth, and said in a calm tone, "The spirit of the pen and the official, it is only meaningful if the two are in harmony with each other. I have entered the Buddhist door, and the six senses should be pure. I once made an oath: I will not be a writer in this life. I don’t want these things that touch the law.” When Yan Zheng heard his words, his nose twitched in disdain, and he said bluntly: "You say no, but your expression is very honest. Don't pretend to be philosophy here. I opened an Internet cafe and read countless people. Don't take Sakyamuni. Neil prevaricates, you actually have something to hide, don’t you?” Monk Peter was caught by what he said all of a sudden, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he squeezed the prayer beads with both hands.Yan Zheng laughed loudly, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Hahaha, I'm right. Don't worry, I won't inquire about other people's privacy. It's just you, master, be honest with yourself .” Monk Peter was speechless, so he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." Yan Zheng shrugged: "It's nice to be a monk. When you have no words, just say these four words." Monk Peter adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, not wanting to continue on this topic, so he turned away and asked, "What about you, what did Fang Bin gain?" When Yan Zheng heard him ask, he shook his head proudly and said, "It really took me a lot of work, but Heaven pays off, and I still found some clues. A friend of mine is in the Public Security Bureau, and I have Please help me to investigate, and there will be a response today." Before he could finish his sentence, the phone in his pocket suddenly played cheerful music.Yan Zheng took it out and took a look: "Hey! Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, I'll answer it." He answered the phone, muttered for a while, then quickly raised his head: "Fang Bin's address has been found out, but my friend Said that the house seemed to be involved in some lease disputes. The landlord said that the tenant had not paid the rent and could not be contacted, and the door had been locked. The police station sent a special trip to the landlord two days ago to pick the lock and open the door. .” "Oops." Monk Peter was startled. "Wouldn't everything in it be thrown away? It's not too late, let's go and have a look. This Fang Bin has a lot to do with it, so it can't be preempted." "Should I still call Luo Zhongxia?" "He's in class. Besides..." Monk Peter lowered his voice, "It's not good to let Nineteen know about this kind of thing." "Right." The two of them glanced at the Songtao Garden again, then turned and left in a hurry. ※※※ The family building here was built in the 1980s, and it has the typical characteristics of the family building of that era: boxy, the main body is dark red, and the windowsills and balconies of each house are full of garlic, insoles, old cardboard boxes, etc. of sundries.Rows of locust trees and willows are planted between each building, and now they are very lush. The shade of the trees blocks the sun's exposure, and the walking is quite cool, which makes the pedestrians who have just been poisoned by the scorching sun feel refreshed. . Fang Bin used to live in this family area. Peter and Yan Zheng easily found Unit 5 of Building 89 according to the address provided by their friends in the police.The lighting in the corridor is not very good, it is very narrow, and most of the space is taken up by bicycles, pickle jars and other things. It took a lot of effort for the two of them to go up to the fourth floor. Facing the stairs is Fang Bin's rented house.His house didn't have a safe iron door, only a wooden door with mottled green paint; the upside-down "Fu" character on the door was torn in half, but the couplets on both sides were clearly visible, with the words "宝" written in thick ink script on it. The name couplet of Guangsi Temple: "For outsiders, the law is not the law, and then they know that the law is not the law; the affairs of the world are still unfinished, so why not let it go." It can be seen that this couplet is not bought anywhere on the street, but No matter who wrote it with his own hands, both the style of writing and the content are quite Zen. The two looked at each other, and the same words came out of each other's hearts: "This is the place where Fang Bin used to live!" To them, Fang Bin was an unusual and mysterious existence. He was the host of the finishing touch pen of the previous generation, and was later killed by Zhuge Chun and Ou Zilong in Fayuan Temple, and the finishing touch pen was inherited by Luo Zhongxia.At first they thought that Fang Bin was just an ordinary unfortunate official. They didn't know until they got in touch with Zhuge's family. Unearth the secrets of the pen mound.He maintained close ties with the Zhuge family, and his rich knowledge and insights were praised by the heads of the Zhuge family, Li and Fei.The new generation of Zhuge's family all respected Fang Bin as Teacher Fang, and received a lot of teaching from him—a girl like Shijiu even held a heart of admiration and reverence for him.But even Zhuge's family only contacted Fang Bin through the Internet, and no other information about him was available, and no one even knew his appearance.Originally, Shijiu managed to persuade Fang Bin to come to Shanghai so that he could see his true face, but in the end he received Luo Zhongxia by mistake, which caused a series of misunderstandings afterwards. But now, the two witnesses to Fang Bin's murder - Monk Peter and Yan Zheng were standing in front of the room where the deceased was alive, naturally there were some uncontrollable waves in his heart. Monk Peter knocked on the door respectfully, soon there were footsteps coming from the door, and a woman's voice came: "Who is it?" "Excuse me, is Mr. Fang Bin here?" The door opened with a creak, and a middle-aged woman in a cleaning robe and mask appeared at the door, holding a broom in her hand, covered in dust and cobwebs.She looked at Monk Peter and Yan Zheng, took off her mask, and asked impatiently, "Who are you Fang Bin?" Yan Zheng hurriedly replied, "We are his friends, is Mr. Fang in?" The middle-aged woman snorted coldly: "He? He has been missing for several months! The rent is not paid, and the phone can't be reached. How can you do things like this? Our family still lives on the rent, he Now that I’m gone, I won’t be able to collect the money, and I dare not rent out!” A series of complaints rolled out of her mouth. Yan Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, at least I have to give you a call. Now there are too few sensible landlords like you, and I have waited for so long. If it was my previous landlord, I'm afraid I didn't pay you the day before." money, kicked the door open the next day.” After hearing Yan Zheng's compliment, the middle-aged woman felt a sense of confidant, her attitude eased a lot, and she continued to babble: "That's just me being an honest person, I've been waiting until now. No, yesterday I couldn't wait anymore, so I called The police from the lock-picking company and the police station opened the door. I will tidy it up so that it can be given to other tenants.” Monk Peter asked, "Do you still keep the things in his room?" "sold." "Sold, sold?" Yan Zheng and Monk Peter asked together in surprise. "Yes, what about my rent? I still have to live." "What are there?" "Bah, there's nothing of value! There are only a few hundred books, a computer, a few chairs, and not even a few clothes. There is also a lot of manuscript paper, which was collected by the waste collector." The young woman babbled and let them enter the house.They went in and took a look, and couldn't help crying secretly. The whole room was empty, and there was nothing left, only a pile of garbage on the floor. Since Fang Bin is a researcher of the Bizhong, he must have left a lot of information. These materials are very precious to the people in the Bizhong, and I don't know how many secrets are hidden in it.And now, all these materials were sold by the original landlord as waste paper... "You, can you still find the scrap seller?" Yan Zheng asked unwillingly. The middle-aged woman gave him a suspicious look: "How can I find it... He owes you money, right? Let me start by saying that the money he sold for the few things was used to cover the rent." Yan Zhengpei laughed and said, "We are not arguing with you for the money, and we are not creditors, we just want to find something." The middle-aged woman suddenly thought of something, leaned over and dug out the trash: "Oh, by the way, when I was cleaning the room just now, I found a key, which is not from this room. This is what you are looking for?" Yan Zheng and Monk Peter looked at each other and took the key.This key is different from ordinary keys. The key body is short and silver-gray, and the head is hollow with a round handle. There is also a small line of words engraved on the grip: D-318. "This seems to be the key to the locker at the station." Monk Peter recognized the purpose of the key, and winked at Yan Zheng, who quickly took the key: "Thank you, then we're leaving, I hope you find a reliable tenant as soon as possible." The middle-aged woman urged impatiently: "Don't be poor, just leave if you have nothing to do, don't delay my cleaning." The two thanked each other, turned and left in a hurry.The middle-aged woman closed the door carefully, then turned around suddenly, and tore off the mask, wig and face mask, revealing a charming and beautiful face.She walked to the balcony and watched Monk Peter and Yan Zheng get into the taxi through the window, with a slight smile on her lips. "So, it's a success, right?" Qin Yi said to himself.