"Shandong Qufu is here. Please take your greetings and watch out for the children around you to get off the bus in an orderly manner..."

I came to my senses and I was already on the train to Shandong.

Two days ago, we bid farewell to Qu Zhen and ended our trip in Tibet.

Before leaving, we went to the Buddhist temple of the Gelug Sect to worship, which was an explanation for our journey through life and death.

Before leaving, the mysterious man sent me another message.

It is about a place name and a person name.

We asked the local area, and after many twists and turns, we finally found that place.

But according to local people, the person mentioned in the information has been dead for a long time, saying that it was a widow in their local area.

Many years ago, her only son was chosen as a reincarnated spirit child, and later his son was kidnapped.

The woman stayed here, waiting for her son and husband to come back, and waited for ten years, and finally died of depression.

I know that this person is Shang Qingyun's biological mother.

Under the leadership of the locals, we came to his mother's grave.

This has been a deserted tomb, no one has taken care of for a long time, and there are overgrown weeds.

A few of us helped clean up the weeds and garbage on the grave.

With the assistance of locals, a monument was erected for the tomb.

In front of the grave, Shang Qingyun presented three incense sticks and tributes to his mother, and kowtowed three times to be filial.

The boy was always expressionless from beginning to end.

But the moment he stared at the tombstone, I found that he seemed to be just a ten-year-old boy.

After doing all this, we had an explanation for our trip to Tibet, and then set off for Qufu.

It was already dawn the next day when we arrived in Qufu, and we had many trains in between.

After just experiencing a fierce battle and many twists and turns, we are now in a state of slaughter.

Compared to playing puzzle games, I want to find a place to have a good sleep and rest.

After getting off the bus, Liu Sa took us to Konglin north of Qufu.

When I was young, my grandmother taught me to read Confucian classics, especially the Four Books and Five Classics, such as "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "Mencius", etc.

My grandmother is a very traditional person. She used to be a teacher. Later, because of a special period, she went to the countryside to become an educated youth. Her ancestors were a branch of the seventy-two wise men of Confucius.

Because of avoiding disasters and wars, I changed my surname to Qin.

My grandmother has always been following the traditional etiquette and legal education of ancient feudal Confucianism.

But I obviously don't eat this one.

When I was in elementary school, I remember that I had visited Shandong with my grandmother once, but that was a long time ago.

However, I often heard my grandmother talk about the Confucius Sect in Qufu. I heard Senior Liu Sa give a basic introduction along the way, and I remembered it a little bit.

Konglin, also known as the Most Holy Forest.

Since it is called Kong Lin, it is naturally inseparable from the Supreme Sage Confucius.

To put it bluntly, this is the family cemetery of Confucius.

We looked around and there was no one around.

Liu Sa asked Erpang to ask for three cigarettes, and then lit them: "Everyone has three cigarettes in his hand, and make them with me."

Following Liu Sa's arrangement, we lit three cigarettes each, which was like burning incense.

Before lighting the cigarette, we first organized the clothes on the ** to keep them solemn and tidy.

Although we are in a state of turmoil, we must have basic etiquette.

Then we draw pictures of cats and tigers.

Looking straight, holding three cigarettes in your right hand, and overlapping your palms.

After a while, we bowed to Kong Lin three times, and finally lit a cigarette to burn incense.

Then kneel down and bow three times and nine times.

This set of sacrificial sacrifices of Confucius, where Confucianism attaches importance to etiquette and law, and etiquette is complicated.

Because the monk Leke and monk Qingyun were born in Buddhism, they avoided these cumbersome etiquettes.

After we finished all these things, Liu Sa asked us to close our eyes and wait.

I dare not ask too much.

I had to close my eyes and feel the surroundings.

I felt the wind flowing around me.

Everything is quiet and makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

I really want to stay here for a long time.

I forgot how long it had passed, and I heard the sound of footsteps vaguely.

Then someone said not far away: "Young Master Liu Sa can even teach etiquette."

This sounds elegant and easy-going.

I opened my eyes.

In the direction we were facing just now, a person walked out of the originally empty dense forest.

This man dresses in a simple manner, not as modern people.

She has long hair and a zither.

He was wearing a blue Wensheng Gongzi, who looked like a scholar in a TV series, with thin cheeks and elegant appearance, but his eyes were bright.

The moment I saw him, I thought he came out of which crew.

"These people looked at each other," said the man.

"If you don't have a child, you won't have a child. This person, Chen Siyu and Zhang Zhongde's son. There is a side branch of the Zhang family.

There are also monks from Putuo Temple and Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain. You are all acquaintances."

"I'm here to greet you." The other party said politely.

Liu Sa recommends to us: "Let me introduce this, this is Meng Xiangyu, the second-in-commander of the Confucius family today."

We returned the gift awkwardly.

To be honest, I'm really not used to this way of respecting each other.

"What's the point of doing?"

"Not expensive. We just come to find a place." Liu Sa asked me for my phone, "Do you have any impression of this place?"

Meng Xiangyu just glanced at his phone and returned it: "No need to watch it, this audio was recorded in the inner courtyard of Kongmen.

At that time, Brother Zhang had stayed at me for a few days, and Confucius knew everything about you now."

Liu Sa said with relief: "I'll say it earlier. I'll feel relieved. It's really easy."

As he said that, he was about to walk in.

Meng Xiangyu raised his hand to stop him.

"What does it mean?" Liu Sa frowned.

"Although Kongmen knows everything, he has not said he will help you."

"Are you kidding me?" Liu Sa was anxious, "Don't you Confucius pay the most attention to etiquette? Now that Tongyuan's grandsons are going to steal national treasures, do you think so?"

"Xiao Meng. Let them come in."

Just as we were confronting each other, a sound came from the depths of the dense forest.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

Hearing this voice, Meng Xiangyu nodded. He took out a rope from his sleeve and handed each piece of rope into our hands.

Then we took out six cloths and let us blindfold: "Don't look, and don't loosen the rope, or you will be lost in the Constellation."

Now we also have something to ask for and have to do it.

So I blindfolded my eyes and grabbed the rope.

Then, I felt someone ahead leading us in a certain direction.

But the cloth strip is so sealed that it looks like it’s blind after being covered, and there is no way to see anything.

I don't know how long I left.

I heard the door creaking.

Then I heard a thud of the door closed.
To be continued...