Shizhengyi of Tibetan Scriptures to the 45th


    Jing Mo stood up and faced Jing Yuanyang for a meal.


    To be honest, Jing Yuanyang''s food was much more delicious than Jing Yuanhsing''s. Even the millet porridge that was cooked in the morning was so sweet. Jing Mo ate two bowls of pickled vegetables.


    As he ate, he observed Jing Yuanyang.


    Jing Yuanyang was still calm as usual, his face still showing an amiable expression. Nothing out of the ordinary.


    Jing Mo thought: "You old fox, I want to see when you show your face." It was just that while he was alone in this Jing Family''s Mansion, he had to face two enemies, one old and one young. Jing Mo still felt a little weak in his heart.


    Jing Yuanyang looked up at Jing Mo, who quickly lowered his head and continued to drink his porridge.


    Jing Yuanyang smiled merrily and said, "Wu Gou, is this millet porridge good to eat?"


    Jing Mo quickly nodded his head: "It tastes great, Great Grandfather. "Look, I''ve already drunk two bowls."


    Jing Yuanyang continued to speak with a beaming smile: "If it''s good, then drink a little more."


    Jing Mo finished his porridge and said, "Big Grandpa, I''m going to go wash the dishes."


    Jing Yuanyang waved his hand and said, "There''s no need. Go and read some books, and take advantage of this holiday to read a few more books."


    Jing Mo acknowledged her, then turned and left, continuing to read in the house. While watching, they pondered on how to deal with Jing Yuanyang and his.


    He thought that if Stone was still by his side, it would save him a lot of trouble.


    Without the stone, he had to find a helper. But in this huge Jingjia Village, only Luo Shu was the only one of the same age as him, so Luo Shu couldn''t really see any ability to help him.


    No matter how he thought about it, there was nothing he could do. He was a little depressed in his heart. He opened one of the ancient books and read it. When he opened it at the end, there were actually two rows of little kicks written on it. "A’chou, A’chou, Sijun, do you understand?"


    Jing Mo stared blankly, and thought: "Who is this A’chou? And who is the person who misses the A’chou? "


    Could it be that all these books were written by someone who missed the A’chou?


    Jing Mo opened the next book and flipped through it quickly. Suddenly, in the middle of the book, a yellowish bookmark dropped. The bookmark had a picture of a woman in plain clothes on it.


    The woman had clear and beautiful eyes and beautiful facial features. Her clothes were actually from the Song Dynasty.


    On the side of the female statue, there were two lines of poem: "This love can be changed into reminiscence, but at that time, I was already perplexed …"


    From the looks of it, it was a love poem. Although Jing Mo had read some of the Tang poetry, he had never read these two lines before. He only vaguely felt that these two lines were definitely a love poem written by a man because he missed the girl in the painting.


    What is love? To Jing Mo, this was something that he was still clueless about. After all, the only person of the same age was Luo Shu, who was relatively more familiar with him.


    He was only familiar with Luo Shu, he couldn''t really be considered to like him.


    Jing Mo looked carefully and realized that these two lines of love poems were written by the same person, with the handwriting of the A’chou s.


    Jing Mo was even more curious about this person, and couldn''t help but quickly flip through the rest of the books. When he flipped through the books, he mainly focused on the title page and the last cover, and he actually found more than ten copies of that person''s words.


    That person wrote a total of nine A’chou s, three imperial verses, and fifteen love poems.


    The last book had these words written on it: "Life does not meet. It is as if you are a participant in it. How can you return to your previous life today? Who will share the light with you …" A’chou, A’chou, this one will also … Will we meet in the Yellow Springs? "


    The next few sentences were separated by a few lines and were written by a woman: Zhang Lang, the A’chou came. Under the Yellow Springs, the looked at the countless treasures, and after the A’chou finished recording the Fragment of the Classic of Mountains and Rivers s in her heart, she went to the underworld to look for the Sovereign. Life is different from the Lovers'' Union. After death, the soul will be a companion.


    Other than that, there were no other words.


    Jing Mo slowly closed the book, his heart was like raging waves.


    It turned out that the person who wrote down A’chou was surnamed Zhang.


    The person surnamed Zhang must have been the one who wrote the ancient books. Half of the ancient books were written by another person called A’chou, no wonder when he read it, he felt that half of the words in the books were written by a man and a woman.


    The two of them must have been lovers while they were alive, and for some reason, they separated and could not meet. Afterwards, the person surnamed Zhang came here, came to the Lee Zhu Du to write these books, and after writing half of them, he died.


    Before he died, this Zhang man was still thinking about whether he should meet the person called A’chou in the underworld.


    He did not know when he came here, but when he saw the words written by the Zhang man, his heart was moved. He still wrote down the rest of the so called Fragment of the Classic of Mountains and Rivers, and went to the underworld to meet with the Zhang man …


    No wonder a line of words suddenly appeared under the annotation of one of the books that Jing Mo had seen before: Zhang Lang, A’chou is here.


    Those six words were so abrupt that Jing Mo thought that someone was writing a joke on the book''s annotation. But now, it seemed that the woman called A’chou, had gone to the Yellow Springs to meet the person surnamed Zhang after, who was in the Underworld, after writing that book.


    Jing Mo was extremely shocked. He never thought that in the ancient books he had read, there would actually be such a soul-stirring story. There was actually a couple that followed him through life and death …


    However, all he saw were fragments of this couple. He knew too little about this A’chou and Zhang Lang''s story …


    Why was that beautiful woman called A’chou? What was the name of that so-called Minister Zhang?


    All of this was a mystery to him —


    Jing Mo sat in the study room blankly for a very long time until Jing Yuanyang called him out to eat.


    Jing Yuanyang saw that his expression was a little strange, and asked: "What''s wrong? No disease? "


    Jing Mo hesitated, then shook his head: "Nothing."


    Jing Yuanyang sized Jing Mo up and asked: "Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable?"


    Jing Mo raised his head. Seeing the glint in Jing Yuanyang''s eyes, his heart sank, and he knew that Jing Yuanyang must be suspicious. He hurriedly covered it up: "It''s nothing, Grandfather, you must have went out with Luo Shu some night and caught a bit of a cold."


    Jing Yuanyang looked at Jing Mo and fell silent. Jing Mo was a little flustered by Jing Yuanyang''s gaze.


    Jing Yuanyang slowly opened his mouth and said, "Is that so? I was about to ask you, what did Luo Shu look for you for one night? " Finished, Jing Yuanyang looked carefully at Jing Mo, wanting to see through the minute changes in his expression, to see if Jing Mo was lying or not.


    The two of them were filled with worry, let''s see who will be the first to lose their cool …