He looked around the ruined garden. There were old walls, autumn trees, dried lotuses on the lake, and old petals beneath the berry trees that weren’t blown away by the wind.
Although he never saw this sight before, he felt that he had seen it a long time ago.
He never traveled ten thousand miles, so he didn’t see too many sights.
But he read ten thousand scrolls and traveled ten thousand miles in the books. He saw many sights there.
After memorizing the view around the lake in his heart, he sat down around the lake and closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. Then he started thinking back to the books he read before.
There were the Scrolls of the Way, there were scattered articles, there were fables, and there were traveling diaries.
Those were the books he read in the old temple of Xi Ning Village and in the library of the Tradition Academy.
He sat next to the lake and his eyes were closed, but countless books were flipping in front of his eyes.
The cold wind seemed to know these words and kept on flipping the books and stopping at the pages he wanted to see.