Tong Zhihuan looked at the figure of the gentleman in the temple. He opened his mouth and whispered to Tao'er beside him: "Sir, you are really unique."
Tao'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? The name chosen by Mr. is the best."
Tong Zhihuan nodded and said, "I'm not saying that your husband's name is not nice. Miss Tao'er, it's quite nice."
"fool."
"Why are you talking about me again, girl?"
Tong Zhihuan sighed in his heart. He didn't understand why Tao'er always liked to call him a fool.
…
Chen Changsheng entered the view, raised his hand and made a move, and the sword held by the statue of Zhenwu fell into his hand.
He turned the sword over in his hand, and the sword trembled slightly, as if expressing joy, probably because his husband had returned.
"Is Chen's hair so useful? Even you are awake..."
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and flicked two inches of the sword.
The sword trembled slightly and made a clanking sound.
"Now that there is a spirit in the sword, you can be considered a real fairy sword."
Tingyu Jian uttered the name of the sword again, seeming to be a little excited because of his husband's praise.
Chen Changsheng put away his sword. There was a slight joy on his face, but this joy did not last long. After a moment, it turned into the usual joyless and worry-free look.
He turned around and went to the back mountain of the Taoist temple. After passing through the main hall, he came to the pavilion and then walked up the mountain along a path for about forty steps.
There was another small hill below the original solitary grave.
There were three peaches and three pillars of burned incense placed in front of the stele. It was probably Tong Zhihuan who had been worshiping these days.
Chen Changsheng took off the gourd from his waist, opened the lid and started pouring wine.
The crystal clear autumn moon wine sprinkles in front of the tombstone and penetrates into the soil.
Chen Changsheng knew in his heart that such a memorial ceremony had no effect, but he was still willing to do such a thing. In fact, it was just to comfort his heart.
From beginning to end, he was human.
"You, you..."
Chen Changshang sighed and said: "Before, you told Chen that it was a blessing to drink Chen's wine, but now it's so good that people left after only a few drinks. What should Chen say to you? "
"There's no limit to stupidity."
Chen Changsheng said, he always said this to Xuanhuang, but every time Xuanhuang always smiled stupidly. This old Taoist priest had practiced Taoism all his life, but he never lived for himself for a day.
Tong Zhihuan and Taoer came behind Mr.
The wine in the wine gourd was half gone before Chen Changsheng stopped.
Chen Changsheng asked: "What did he say before he passed away?"
Tong Zhihuan paused for a moment and then said, "The Taoist priest only said two sentences in total. One was to warn me, and the other..."
"What is it?" Chen Changsheng turned around and asked.
Tong Zhihuan said: "The Taoist priest said he wanted to eat peaches."
Chen Changsheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this. In an instant, his face showed a happy smile.
"Did he eat it?"
"Here you go, Miss Tao'er gave it to you."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng showed a faint smile on his face and said, "That's good."
From this point of view, he has lived for himself.
This is a sentence that Xuan Huang has found difficult to say in his life.
Throughout his life, he never asked anyone for anything.
He liked to eat the peaches given by his master, but his senior brother always snatched them away. He didn't want to, but he didn't say a word.
He had been poor for half his life, but he had never sought glory or wealth. In his opinion, chaff and grains were delicacies, and he was satisfied with this.
The husband was in front of him, and he never asked for immortality.
But even so, he still couldn't be alone, because he was a 'human' from beginning to end.
It is really difficult for him to say the word 'want'.
But fortunately, I finally said it.
On his deathbed, this old Taoist priest who was not too smart reconciled with himself.
Tong Zhihuan had never known Xuanhuang's life, so he asked, "Taoist Master, he must want to eat peaches."
Chen Changsheng nodded and smiled: "Probably so."
Maybe……
Chen Changsheng turned his head and stood in the mountain stream looking at Qiuyue Fang in the distance.
He probably no longer missed this world and left early.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but ask himself, is this considered enlightenment?
But then he felt relieved.
'Why doesn't it count? '
To cultivate the Tao, what you cultivate is the body and the mind. When the body retreats and the mind unites, it is not attaining the Tao.
…
After noon, the sky became gloomy.
The drizzle falls on the mountain stream, and the hazy scene seems to be filled with mist.
Chen Changsheng was sitting in the main hall, listening to Tong Zhihuan talk about what he had seen and learned in recent years.
"I met a patient while passing by a place called Longpingfang. At first, it was just a common eye disease, but after two days, his eyes began to become red and swollen, with bloodshot eyes, and his eyes bulged out. After a few days of observation, only... …”
"There is another case, which was encountered in a place called Zhengmianfang. The person was suffering from..."
Tong Zhihuan talked about each item one by one, while also flipping through his medical records along the way.
"gentlemen?"
Tong Zhihuan paused and saw that his husband was holding his head, as if he was asleep.
This made Tong Zhihuan stunned.
Miss Tao'er on the side quickly stopped him, shushed and whispered, "Sir, he must be asleep."
Tong Zhihuan turned around, nodded and stopped talking.
He just thought it was because his husband was tired from the journey.
Miss Taoer went to the back room and found a blanket for her husband to cover her legs.
It is raining lightly outside, and the refreshing air enters the view, exuding some vitality.
Miss Tao'er and Tong Zhihuan went to the side to talk in order not to disturb the husband.
Miss Taoer whispered: "This is the first time I have seen my husband fall asleep."
"ah?"
Tong Zhihuan paused and asked, "Sir, don't you usually sleep?"
Miss Tao'er nodded and said: "In the past, when my husband was on the mountain, he would read in the library at night and never fall asleep. This is the first time."
Tong Zhihuan couldn't help but think after hearing this.
It must be very difficult for the husband to sleep.
He must be tired.
But will Mr. get tired too?
Tong Zhihuan paused in his heart and murmured: "It turns out that even the immortals in the sky are disturbed by trivial matters..."
Miss Taozi nodded and said: "That's not the case. My husband said before that the word "fairy" is accompanied by the word "personal". No matter how powerful the immortal is, he is still a human being. Since he is a human being, he will always be tired."
Tong Zhihuan said: "I don't really understand. I only know that such a gentleman has always made people feel close to him."
Miss Taozi also agreed with this sentence and nodded: "That's true."
The rain became heavier and heavier, until the mountains outside could not be seen in full.
But even with such heavy rain, it still couldn't pass through the eaves, and the strong wind couldn't blow into the temple.
Tong Zhihuan thought.
Probably because my husband is here, even the wind and rain in the sky have to be avoided.
Tong Zhihuan was not surprised, because he felt that this should be Mr.
