Chapter Twenty-Four: The Old Books in the Ancient House

  But Liu Bei couldn't laugh at him anymore, the terrain of this Smoke Wave Lake was so complex. It was like a natural maze, even Liu Bei himself got dizzy from turning around, but this seemingly foolish guy remembered every detail of the terrain clearly.

  "How can there be a house here?" Liu was somewhat surprised. This kind of place, it's really true that you can't see any village in front and no shops behind, and it's on an islet in the lake, how can there be a house?

  "I don't know either, anyway since my grandfather's grandfather, that house has been there. Look... isn't that it?!"

  Following the direction of Xiao Hei's finger, I looked over and indeed saw a dilapidated house in this reed-filled sandy islet.

  "Little fairy... Oh, young master, you go rest first. I'll catch two fish and we can roast them for dinner!"

  Liu Buji nodded and walked towards the hut. However, he found that although the hut was old and dilapidated, it was surprisingly clean. On these sandbars, all kinds of wild ducks and egrets came and went, leaving droppings everywhere.

  However, the doors and windows were already broken and had no effect on wind and rain. Even on the roof of this old house filled with years of atmosphere, wild grass grew in the gaps between the ground tiles, but as long as it was slightly cleaned up, people could live there.

  It can be seen that the scale of this old house is not large, but when it was built at that time, it must have been very careful. I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed. However, the overall framework of the house is still there, and the damage is not serious!

  The master of this house has long been unknown where he went!

  At this time, the sky was thin and dusk, the reeds were connected to the sky, a dilapidated house was hidden among them, with an unspeakable desolation and sadness.

  Liu Bu-yi suddenly let out a sigh, and thought of Yang Shen's poem: "White-haired fishermen on the riverbank, accustomed to seeing autumn moon and spring breeze. A jug of turbid wine, joyful reunion..."

  But at this moment, a gentle breeze blew by, and with a "pop" sound, a hanging plaque that had been invisible for a long time fell to Liu Bu's feet.

  The dirt and dust accumulated over the years cracked open, revealing a few faded characters "Lei Tang Ci".

  It turned out that this was actually an ancestral temple? Liu couldn't understand, but he felt even stranger in his heart. What kind of family's ancestral temple would be built in such a place?

  In his original world, there was a saying that went like this: "Enter the temple to worship Buddha, see the god and burn incense." Liu Bu Yi subconsciously bowed slightly and picked up the signboard, just about to put it back in the house.

  Suddenly he let out a cry of surprise and saw that behind the signboard a book had fallen down.

  It's hard to know that this temple has been in the desert for hundreds of years. The books placed behind the plaque, I think they've also been there for a long time, blown by the wind and washed by the rain, they should have been ruined long ago.

  However, apart from the thick layer of black mud on the cover, when opened, although the pages inside were yellowed, the text was still clearly legible.

  "...turned into a stone, once sat on Yang Gong's body. It seems like a collection of poems, how can it be placed here?" Liu was somewhat puzzled.

  Although he is also a scholarly family, a Confucian scholar. However, in this world, the style of poetry and lyrics is not popular, and there has been no history of selecting officials through poetry like in the Sui and Tang dynasties. Compared to his world, the achievements in poetry in this world are far inferior.

  Scholars in this world value the study of classics more, but when it comes to poetry, they don't have much to show for it.

  But at this moment, Liu Bu Yi's heart moved, the Sheng Xiang Tian Gong appeared, and a ray of light suddenly shot into his hand holding the book. Then, Liu Bu Yi was empty-handed, and the book had disappeared without a trace.

  The next moment, Liu Buji found himself in the Shenxiao Palace, and suddenly had an extra 100,000 contribution points.

  Last time, the Tianxu Palace took away a sub-lamp of the Qingyang Divine Lamp and gave Liu Bu Yi 50,000 contribution points in one go, which was a huge sum. Although the Tianxu Palace later replicated one and bought it back from Liu Bu Yi for 45,000, Liu Bu Yi still hasn't used it up until now.

  But now this accidentally picked up poetry collection was actually taken away by the Tian Gong Temple, and in exchange for 100,000 contribution points.

  Isn't this saying that in the eyes of Shenxiu Tiangong, this poetry collection is at least twice as precious as Zideng?

  What's the point of this book?

  Just as Liu was astonished, the originally sturdy-looking house creaked with a groaning sound from the beams.

  Liu unconsciously retreated a few steps back, and then heard a loud rumbling sound. The roof of the house collapsed, and the entire temple followed suit.

  "What happened? What's going on?"

  Heard the sound of Xiao Hei carrying a fish, hastily running over with his mouth agape. How could he have imagined that in just a short while, this entire old house would collapse?

  "Thank goodness, fortunately we haven't moved in yet. Otherwise, if the house collapsed at midnight while we were sleeping, that would be terrible!"

  Liu was also speechless and just smiled. If it were him, he might have complained about how the house had been messed up and where they would sleep tonight.

  But such an unsophisticated person thinks of things that are different from himself.

  "I'll go catch a couple more fish, and tonight we can settle down for the night in a sheltered spot. Let's build up the bonfire a bit, and the night will pass quickly," said Xiao Hei.

  Liu did not hesitate and took over the fish, laughing: "You go catch fish, I'll take care of this one!"

  Xiao Hei looked at Liu Buji with a suspicious gaze, as if doubting whether he could clean up the mess. Liu Buji just shrugged: "No big deal, I'll gather some firewood and start a bonfire!"

  It's all well and good to say that, but Liu Bei didn't have the mood for such things now. He casually found a few wooden sticks in the collapsing temple, and lit them on fire.

  His consciousness was also immersed in the Tianxin Sea of Consciousness, wanting to see how that book had been treated by the Shenxiao Palace. What kind of book was it after all?

  He had just thought of this, and his consciousness was pulled by the Tian Gong Temple, and he had already entered a large hall. There was only one lamp in this large hall, which looked like a sub-lamp of the authentic Qingyang God Lamp.

  Then Liu Bu saw a statue in another corner of the great hall. The statue looked lifelike, wearing a green robe, with five long whiskers, and an elegant and refined aura emanating from it.

  But Liu looked at it with a very strange feeling, as if he had seen this statue somewhere before.

  But then I thought about it and suddenly realized that it wasn't the statue itself that I had seen before, but rather its aura was somehow very familiar to me. It's just like the feeling that book gave me.

  Could it be...

  Just as he was thinking about it, a bright light suddenly shot out of the statue's eyes and shone onto Liu Buji's body.