I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 170: Ninety Years in the Storage Room

"I see."

After listening to Zhou Mu's complaint, the middle-aged Taoist smiled:
"This is indeed a good thing for you."

"The most important thing is that you can learn some etiquette and temper your reckless character, just as the Supreme Lord said, so that you won't bring shame to the Three Pure Ones."

After a pause,
The middle-aged Taoist smiled:

"In this way, thirty years in the treasury room will be enough for you to cultivate your mind and develop a dignified appearance. Mercy, mercy!"

"However, when you are resting your mind and collecting your spirit, you must not disrupt the course of history, lest you cannot bear the consequences."

"Like this."

The middle-aged Taoist pondered for a moment and continued:

"For thirty years, you must not leave the treasury room, and you must not perform any meritorious deeds. If a guest comes to the treasury room, you must remain silent."

"If you violate it, then the years will start all over again. Even if you stay there for the 30th year before leaving the storage room, you will still have to wait another 30 years under the cycle of time. Do you understand?"

Done.

He didn't wait for Zhou Mu to ask or to make any more excuses before he had an idea.

As for Zhou Mu, he felt the sky was spinning and the earth was turning. The scenery before his eyes kept changing. When he looked again, he was in another ancient building.

The building is a hundred feet high, with 108 floors. It is hollow in the middle, with layers of wooden stairs spiraling upward around the four walls, and volumes of ancient books are placed on the walls.

At first glance, it seems boundless.

Shouzangshi was the place where books from all over the world were collected in the Zhou Dynasty.

"master."

A gentle voice sounded, and when I looked sideways, I saw a young man in sackcloth, who looked to be about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, speaking respectfully:
"Master, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?"

Zhou Mu glanced at him, then looked at himself again - he was a gentle and elegant old man.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the building.

'call out! ’

With a flash of light before my eyes, I was back in the center of the ancient building.

"Master, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?" the young man in sackcloth asked, but time had gone back.

This was the method used by Yuanshi to prevent himself from interfering with the course of history, so as to avoid bearing the heavy consequences.

Zhou Mu was dejected and troubled. Did he really have to study and read scriptures here for thirty years?

I am only twenty-five years old!
He glanced at the young man in hemp clothes, thinking about what Senior Yuanshi said, that he was not allowed to talk with outsiders, so he asked:
"What is your name?"

"In reply to the master, I am."

'call out! ’

The world is spinning and time is flowing backwards.

"Sir, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?" the young man in sackcloth asked respectfully.

Zhou Mu remained silent, standing there for a long time, looking up to the sky and sighing, and without paying any attention to the young man in hemp clothes, he walked straight to the wall.
Looking at the densely packed bamboo scrolls, Zhou Mu's scalp went numb.

He picked up the first bamboo book, which had the words "Zhou Li" on it.

Taking a look, I found it was densely packed with etiquette and rituals.

Your mother.

If it was a cultivation classic, Zhou Mu could still read it with great interest, but this boring theory of etiquette? ?
After taking a deep breath, Zhou Mu patiently read it word by word.

The ancient building has 108 floors, and there are probably 300 volumes of books on each floor. 108 floors means more than 30,000 volumes.

The bamboo slips seem to have few characters, but they are obviously inscribed with magic. In the small bamboo slips, there are countless characters, densely packed.
Zhou Mu spent a whole day reading just this one scroll of bamboo, and finally finished it word for word.

One volume, one day.

There are at least thirty thousand volumes here.

It will take 30,000 daytimes!
Thirty years, even if I see faster and faster.
Even thirty years may not be enough to see everything.

Zhou Mu felt depressed, so he simply threw the bamboo slips away and sat on the ground to practice.

As soon as he started to use his Qi, 'Swoosh!'

Time flows backwards.

"Master, this is your first day in office."

Zhou Mu said nothing, but opened his mouth and used magic to swallow the knife.

An illusory flying knife was spit out, and with a slight turn, the entire storage room collapsed!
The world is spinning and time is flowing backwards.

This time, he behaved himself again and ignored the young man in hemp clothes who asked him questions respectfully. He opened a scroll of bamboo slips and began to read it quietly.

One day, two days, three days.

At first, Zhou Mu was still restless because most of the records in these books were useless, either related to etiquette or extremely empty.
Or some stories about the vassal states, and history books from the Zhou Dynasty.
It's of no use to me.

But gradually.

One month, two months, three months
The first year and four months.

Zhou Mu's impatience subsided, and he finished reading the first layer of bamboo slips.

In the second year and one month, the bamboo slips on the second floor were all read. During this time, many people came to visit the storage room, some were officials, some were civilians, and some were famous and virtuous people.

Zhou Mu ignored him completely and didn't utter a word.

As for the young man in sackcloth, he wanted to ask some questions at first, but later he became silent.

Every day she would prepare meals for Zhou Mu, pour tea for him, and sweep the storage room.

The third year, the fourth year, the fifth year.
Zhou Mu completely got rid of that impetuous feeling, and his heart really calmed down. He gradually began to immerse himself in these volumes of books.

He also has an elegant temperament that comes from being well-read.

In the tenth year, Zhou Mu had reached the twenty-fourth floor. He flipped through some books he saw, some of which touched on spiritual practice - but they were all very superficial.

They are just some martial arts books on the realm of strength.

This year, the young man in hemp clothes has become a middle-aged man.

In the twentieth year, the middle-aged man in linen clothes and Zhou Mu were the same as they had been for the past twenty years.

Zhou Mu's reading speed became faster and faster. He had already read to the 60th floor. He had read a wide range of books.

From some schools of thought in the current times to divination and astrology, he has dabbled in them all.

Year twenty-nine.

The old man in hemp clothes had wrinkles all over his face. As usual, he brought food to Lord Shouzangshi. He said calmly:
"Master, there is a virtuous visitor outside the door. I did not invite him in because I thought you were not talkative."

Zhou Mu, who looked bookish, ate his meal in silence and ignored him.

The old man in hemp clothes naturally walked out of the storage room and persuaded the visiting guests to leave. Half a year passed.

"Master, that virtuous man is here again."

Zhou Mu still ignored him, and the old man in sackcloth clothes continued to persuade the visitor to leave.

The last day of the twenty-ninth year.

"Master, that virtuous man has come to visit for the third time and is waiting outside the door. I see that he is unwilling to give up until he sees you. Why don't you let him in and then know when to leave?"

Zhou Mu said nothing. The old man in hemp clothes waited for a moment and then went out.

moment.

The door of the storage room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man came in and saluted the elderly Zhou Mu:
"Kongqiu, nice to meet Mr. Li."

"???"

Zhou Mu was stunned. The calm state of mind he had cultivated over the past thirty years was slightly shaken. He glanced at the middle-aged man.

When you look at it, you can see the dazzling rays of light in a trance!
Confucius.

He is clearly not a saint at the moment, but there is such a glow on his body. If one uses the method of looking at qi, one can see a majestic creature that reaches the sky and the earth!
That is
Confucius, Kong Zhongni, is the Daluo.

"Cough cough." Zhou Mu started coughing violently.

The world is spinning.

Back in time.

"Your mother!"

The world is spinning and time is going backwards.

"Sir, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?" the young man in sackcloth asked respectfully.

As for Zhou Mu, he stood there for a long time, his lips trembling.

He took a deep breath and started reading the book from the 74th floor he had seen before.

In the tenth year, he finished reading the remaining books. In total, he spent forty years reading all the books in the Zhou Dynasty.

There was a hint of vicissitudes in Zhou Mu's appearance.

For the next twenty years, he stopped reading and lived a dull life day after day, without contemplation, meditation, breathing, or practice.

The last day of the twenty-ninth year.

"Sir, that virtuous man has come to visit for the third time."

Just like last time, Confucius came into the treasury room to visit, but Zhou Mu didn't even look at him.

The last day passes.

The world is spinning and time is going backwards.

"Master, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?"

Zhou Mu stood there in a daze, not saying a word.

He naturally understood that he had to read all the books in the storage room without missing a single one, only in order to conform to the original history.

This is the case every time I go back in time.

"That bitch!" Li Shouzangshi cursed in a gentle manner.

The world is spinning.

First year, second year, third year.
By the twenty-ninth year, Zhou Mu had reread all the books.

On the last day of the twenty-ninth year, Confucius came to visit, and as in the past, the old man in sackcloth clothes waited respectfully by his side.

"Mr. Li."

Confucius was in charge of the ceremony, but Zhou Mu ignored him and made up his mind not to say a word.

After ninety years of guarding the treasury,

He already had the air of a man who had read the world, and also a sense of vicissitudes of life, and he really looked like an old man - he was already an old man.

"Mr. Li."

Confucius smiled slightly:

"This is the third time we have met."

"who are you?"

He asked calmly:
"Are you the new Laozi?"

Zhou Mu glanced sideways, stared at him, smiled, and said nothing.

Calm.

Confucius took his leave, and the last day passed slowly.

This time, time did not go back, and this period of time did not restart.

After reading all the books in Zhou's collection and cultivating his mind for ninety years, he gained a bit of dignity and a temperament of great virtue.

"Master, are you leaving?"

The three periods of time, the old man in hemp clothes who had accompanied Zhou Mu for ninety years, seemed to have sensed something and asked sadly:

"Are you leaving?"

Zhou Mu said nothing. He just placed the seal symbolizing the history of guarding the collection on the table, patted the old man in hemp clothes on the shoulder, and walked to the door.

Stand still for a long time.

The weathered, bookish old man slowly pushed open the door that had been there for ninety years.

The current keeper of the Tibetan history resigned from his post.

For ninety years, he did not care about worldly affairs, did not watch the interactions, and did not speak a word.

The door slowly opened, and outside was the ancient Luoyang City. He could see that the Sage Confucius was still waiting there, and he bowed to him.

The next moment.

There was a bright light in front of him, and Zhou Mu could not see anything. He could only hear the faint sound of waves.

When the light faded and the sound of the waves subsided, you were already in the Tushita Palace.

In front of him is Laozi, and beside him is the porcelain doll Nezha.

"In this way, can we learn etiquette and increase our dignity?"

Tai Shang asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)