Riding the dragon and returning, I saw green mountains and green waters.
The bells and drums are ringing.
The beauty of the human world can be seen in not just a few years, but in hundreds of years.
Returning to his hometown, Mo Yuan also had different feelings. Looking at the green mountains and green waters and the mountains and peaks, it seemed that he had returned to the days when he was still wandering in the mountains and fields.
Everything was so peaceful.
"Sir, where are we going? Is it Huiliu Cloud Temple?"
Chen Changsheng asked: "If you want to go back and take a look, then go back to Qiuyuefang first."
"Um."
The closer he got to Qiuyuefang, the faster Mo Yuan moved.
Speaking of which, Chen Changsheng hasn't been back for a long time.
The two of them landed at the foot of Liuyun Mountain and saw the incense in the Taoist temple rising straight into the sky.
Mo Yuan looked up and saw that the stone steps going up the mountain were neat and clean, but after so many years, there were inevitably some signs of decay.
There are now many spots on the bluestone.
Mo Yuan asked: "Has sir come back in recent years?"
“I came back to see it many years ago.”
"I remember that Zhang Xiaoliu used to come to sweep the steps. Many years ago, he also gave me lanterns and couplets..."
Chen Changsheng fell silent and did not reply for a long time.
Mo Yuan also understood his husband's silence.
"Is he no longer alive..."
"Um."
Mo Yuan sighed, feeling a little sad for no reason.
It was one of the few people and things he could remember clearly.
He looked up and asked, "Who is that person on the mountain?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "He is also the same person from the past. You have seen him before."
"I have seen?"
Mo Yuan thought about it for a moment, but he remembered a few faces.
"Let's go."
The two of them walked towards the mountain.
Stepping on the stone steps again, each step seemed a little heavier.
Mo Yuan's eyes were looking at the top of the mountain. He had been looking at the Taoist temple.
In his opinion, he only has two homes, one is in Bibo Lake, and the other is right here.
When I arrived at the gate of the mountain, I heard the sound of chanting sutras in the temple.
What is being recited is the Taoist Sutra, and its voice is calm, and the person who is reciting the sutra seems to have a calm mind.
But the sound of three or two footsteps at the door stopped the chanting.
The person sitting in the view, Taoist Fuyun, paused for a moment.
He looked towards the door, and then heard a slow knock on the door.
He got up from the futon and walked to the door.
Slowly open the door of the Taoist temple.
But he saw two figures in front of the door.
One is wearing a green shirt and the other is wearing black.
Taoist Fuyun was stunned for a moment.
Then he heard Mo Yuan say: "So it's you."
Chen Changsheng looked at him, and after a moment of silence he said, "How are you doing?"
Taoist Fuyun's calm mind began to tremble at this moment.
He suddenly smiled and nodded.
………
The Taoist temple is pure.
Keep everything simple.
Taoist Fuyun opened up land in the back mountain and planted a lot of things. A few years ago, he bought some peach tree saplings and planted them there, and now they are bearing fruit.
He didn't have to worry about eating. He could pick out the food that he couldn't finish and sell it in the shop for some money. He just had a mouth to eat, and it wasn't as strenuous as his master had been.
Taoist Fuyun made tea, which was wild tea picked from the mountains and roasted by himself.
Several people sat around the stone table under the peach tree.
"It's still this table..."
Mo Yuan couldn't help but say something and said: "Back then, this table was broken again and again, and it was broken again and again. I never thought it would be the same table again and again."
Taoist Fuyun said: "Everything, whether it is different or unchanged, is good."
Mo Yuan couldn't help but said: "That's what the Taoist Master said."
For him, those days were unforgettable, and the unchanged table reminded him that everything was good in the past.
Chen Changsheng looked at Taoist Fuyun, and he had to say that the person in front of him had indeed seen a lot of things, but maybe he couldn't say so.
It is possible that the man named Phytolacca saw clearly and thoroughly from the beginning, so he came back.
Whether it is Emperor Xixiao or the master of Liuyun Temple, it is what he should do.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Are you the only one in the Taoist temple these years?"
Fuyun Taoist said: "There are still many pilgrims."
Liuyun Temple has never been short of incense.
No matter how long Liuyun Temple has been abandoned, people in Qiuyuefang still remember that there was once a Taoist temple here. Once upon a time, there was a Taoist who was hundreds of years old, a kind Taoist priest, and a Taoist priest. A young miraculous doctor performs a righteous act.
Mo Yuan said: "This way you won't be alone."
Taoist Fuyun smiled and said, "What Master Mo said is right."
Hearing this title, Mo Yuan couldn't help but said: "You really look like a Taoist priest now. You are very different from when we first met you."
Taoist Fuyun said: "Perhaps it is because I have read too many Taoist scriptures that my heart has lost its vitality. Furthermore, I am indeed getting older, so naturally it will be different."
Mo Yuan nodded and asked, "The Taoist Master confiscated a disciple?"
Taoist Fuyun thought for a while and said, "As a Taoist who became a monk halfway, I shouldn't mislead my disciples."
He had been an emperor, and some of his thoughts were different after all.
No matter how sober he was, he would still leave some traces of his past, and he knew this, so he never accepted a disciple.
Mo Yuan said: "I think Taoist Taoism is natural, so how can he mislead his disciples?"
Taoist Fuyun smiled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. Some people go up the mountain and some people go down the mountain. Just follow the fate."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Do you plan to stay on this mountain for the rest of your life?"
"That's what I thought."
Taoist Fuyun felt that this mountain was better than anywhere else.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I was young and ignorant at that time, but now I understand how the world has changed people's lives. Even so, after going through this, this poor man's life can be considered complete. Where he came from, he will return to Wherever dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust.”
"The way of Taoism is one way." Chen Changsheng said: "You have to understand more than your master."
"Master, he..."
Taoist Fuyun thought for a while and couldn't help but recall his master's life.
Taoist Fuyun said: "Master is stubborn. He has been on the mountain for decades in his life. How can I, a disciple who has come down from the mountain, be better than Master?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's not a matter of going up and down the mountain, it's just a different concept. Your master is too pure, as if he only sketched a few strokes on a piece of white paper. He has been like this all his life, but you are different , your piece of paper is full of pictures, both of them have their own merits, and both directions lead to the great road."
Taoist Fuyun said: "I am ashamed of myself."
Mo Yuan asked: "Is the Taoist unwilling to give in?"
What he asked was naturally about Xi Xiao's defeat at the hands of Da Xiang.
Taoist Fuyun said: "Of course there is, but now we have seen through it. The rise and fall of honor and disgrace are all destiny. Luck in Daxiang may seem unfair, but in fact it coincides with the fate of heaven."
He looked at Mo Yuan and said: "Actually, both Xi Xiao and Da Xiang will be prosperous in a short period of time, but the difference is that Xiang people have a strong character and will last a long time. In this regard, Xi Xiao is not as good as Da Xiang." , A poor Taoist is not as good as Xiang Taizu."
