"Where did you come from, little beggar? Get out of here."
A strong, muscular man with a round waist was waving a rolling pin as thick as a bowl, driving away a short and thin little girl.
The driven little girl hugged the bun in her hand tightly, with tears in her eyes, and her voice was young and hoarse, and she whispered: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I will pay it back to you when I have money."
"You bitch, this bun will be rewarded to you, you bastard, but if the next time comes, don't blame me for being cruel and selling you to a brothel!"
Seeing the big white buns that were darkened by dirty hands, the strong man snorted coldly, inserted the rolling pin into his waist, and put his hands on his hips, feeling disgusted.
The little girl held back her tears and self-esteem, took three steps and two steps at a time, and fled from the surrounding crowd who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
In order to prevent the bun in her hand from losing its temperature, she carefully protected the bun in her arms and ran panting.
She almost fell down several times because she was too hungry.
Even though she was hit on the cheek by a low shrub branch, the little girl endured the pain and did not stop.
Finally, the little girl ran to a ruined temple.
The unknown gods have lost their gold paint and are exposed as yellow clay sculptures. They are no longer sacred.
On the other side, there was an old man lying on a pile of firewood, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking more like a dead person than a broken stone statue.
He tore the buns that had lost most of their warmth into small pieces and fed them to the dying old man bit by bit.
The old man was extremely thin and dying. His hair was like withered grass and his lips were white.
"Thank you for your hard work, little girl."
After drinking the water from the little girl's broken bowl, the old man regained some strength and looked at the girl with wet tears on her face with a smile.
"Grandpa, it's not hard for me, please get well soon."
The little girl shook her head, her hair covered with sweat.
The hair was a little uneven because it was often beaten by others. It was wet and stuck to the scalp, and several scars could even be seen.
The old man sat up with the help of the little girl and looked carefully at the little savior in front of him.
He has a sallow face, thin muscles, and big eyes, but he is always lack of energy.
If it weren't for the complexion, her facial features could be called delicate and soft.
Wearing a yellow weed rope around his neck, there is a bronze ring hanging on it.
The ring was rough in workmanship and looked like it was made casually by a child while playing house.
Probably because she was afraid that the straw rope would not be tightly wrapped, the girl made a few extra turns.
The rusty rings and old ropes of dead grass have no aesthetic appeal.
The coarse linen clothes were covered with patches, but they were obviously a little too small and could only reach the little girl's knees.
On her feet were a pair of straw sandals. I don't know who made them, but they were surprisingly big.
Probably because for the convenience of running, the instep of the foot was always tight. During the running process, it rubbed against the straw sandals, causing scarlet scars.
"well--"
The old man sighed softly.
"Grandpa, don't sigh. My brother said that if you are lucky, you will get better!"
Seeing that the old man's health had improved but was still listless, the little girl quickly encouraged him.
Listening to the little girl's comfort, the old man felt a little sad.
He was unwilling to ask questions that he already knew the answer to. He just raised his hand gently, pulled the little girl to him, and asked softly: "Little girl, to tell you the truth, I am a cultivator. You—— Do you know what practice means?"
The little girl's expression was slightly stagnant. After thinking for a moment, she said, "When I saw grandpa falling from the sky, I knew you must not be a mortal!"
The old man who was praised pursed his lips as if smiling.
"Little girl, do you want to practice?"
This time the little girl didn't hesitate and nodded repeatedly.
"Hahaha, okay, I'm so lucky! I never thought that I, Lin Xiao, could leave a legacy before I die!"
The old man laughed, and another sunflower blossom appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Little girl, stretch out your hand and let me feel your bones."
The rejuvenated old man spoke softly, but after his skinny hands touched the little girl's thin arms, he stopped laughing.
The old man looked desperate, his turbid eyes stared closely at the little girl's arm, and shed two lines of clear tears. He choked up and said: "It's unfair that the sky should treat my savior like this. She is still so young -"
"Grandpa, are my qualifications very bad?" The little girl was smart and guessed the changes in the old man.
The old man's heart ached even more.
He had always been obsessed with spiritual practice and had never thought about the love between children. He could not believe that he would be softened by the little girl in front of him now.
"Little girl, appearance and qualifications are not the most important thing. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will be able to eat and drink well, wear nice clothes, and live on a soft bed in the future."
The old man no longer touched the little girl's bones, but still used his fingers to gently move the little girl's messy hair and comb her hair.
On his fingertips, strands of green light and shadow were flowing, slowly healing the little girl's injured scalp.
Warm.
The little girl's eyes immediately turned red.
The last time she was so loved and cared for was a long time ago.
"It's just that it may be very difficult in the future. Are you afraid, little girl?"
"I'm not afraid!"
Really loud.
The six or seven-year-old little girl is like a newly unearthed young bamboo, strong and straight, full of vitality.
"Hahahahaha, OK! OK! OK!"
The old man laughed again, and then, like a flashback, he stood up directly without the help of the little girl.
"Please remember that I am Lin Xiao, a cultivator affiliated with the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, above the Shu Road, and in the Qingya Blessed Land. It's just that I have mediocre qualifications and am poor at reading the Holy Scriptures. After working hard for most of my life, I still haven't been able to break through the sea of suffering. , the fountain of life is hard to see.”
Seeing the doubtful look in the little girl's eyes, the old man held her in his arms and said kindly: "The human body has many secret realms of cultivation. At the beginning of the cultivator, he opened up the endless sea of suffering, and then extracted the spring of life in the sea of suffering for protection. The Wheel of Life, after that, shapes the Divine Bridge, leading to the other shore through the Divine Bridge across the Sea of Bitterness.”
The old man put the little girl on the ground, pressed his dull left hand under her navel, and pulled out half a fist-sized amount of water from her body.
It seems real yet fictitious, beyond ordinary people’s imagination.
In the eyes of the little girl, although it was not big, it was still a dark and silent sea.
"This is the sea of suffering, symbolizing the endless hardships and obstacles in life."
The old man enlarged the map of the Sea of Suffering so that the little girl could see it clearly, while explaining its connotations.
In the sea of suffering, there was a clear spring flowing, but before it could escape, it was swallowed up by the deathly black sea of suffering.
"This is the spring of life, which comes out of the sea of suffering and personal endeavor. But I still have a lot to do and cannot let the spring of life flow..."
Under the clear spring, there is a stone millstone full of cracks.
"This is the Wheel of Life. The little Life Spring Divine Liquid I tempered cannot repair the scars of time."
Although the little girl still couldn't quite understand, she felt the disappointment in the old man's tone, so she sat obediently and stayed by his side silently.
"The Sea of Bitterness, the Spring of Life, the Divine Bridge, and the Other Shore are collectively called the Secret Realm of the Wheel and Sea. It's just that I'm too weak, so I can only show you the general appearance of the Sea of Bitterness and the Spring of Life. As for the subsequent Divine Bridge and the other shore, and even the secret realm of the Wheel and Sea You can only explore other secret realms of cultivation in the future. Are you afraid?" The old man narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.
"Don't be afraid!"
The little girl's voice is still clear and crisp, like the sound of the breeze blowing through the remaining lotuses in the dry courtyard.
"good!"
The old man's name was Lin Xiao. He must have been a generous man when he was young. Feeling the little girl's firm intention, he was very happy and said loudly: "It is rumored that in addition to the Yuhua Emperor Sutra, there are other sutras with amazing origins in the Yuhua Dynasty. . Although our Qingya Blessed Land is just a drop in the ocean compared to the Yuhua Shen Dynasty, our initial skills are not weak, that is the "Tao Jing"! Known as the strongest scripture in the Lun Hai Scroll, even the "Yu Hua Emperor Jing" is not weak. It can’t be compared to this!”
The little girl's blood boiled with excitement, her hands tightly grasping the copper ring around her neck, her eyes full of longing.
The old man knelt down, picked up the little girl, and whispered the Dharma in her ear.
The little girl has an excellent memory. The old man only said it three times, and she memorized the scripture of only more than 200 words.
"Although it is only a fragment of the scroll, it is enough for your practice!"
The old man was pleased with the little girl's intelligence. His fingers glowed, and he wiped the stains from the little girl's face and said, "Little girl, what is your name?"
"I don't have a name, but my brother calls me Nannan." The little girl rubbed her head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Then I'm shameless enough to give you my name. From now on, you can call me Nan Xiao!"
The little girl who seemed to understand was about to nod, but was immediately stopped by the old man.
"This name is not very pleasant. Girls should be more careful when choosing names. How about - Nan Xiao? Nan in the sunny sky in the south, free and free Xiao! No matter what difficulties and obstacles we encounter in the future, as long as the sun is still high in the sky, Photo, you will always be free and unrestrained, and your trip in life will not be in vain!”
Seeing that the little girl was a little stunned, the old man felt even more affectionate.
Finally, the old man scraped the little girl's nose and asked cautiously: "How about - you use this name first, and when you meet your brother in the future, you can change it to another name?"
The little girl nodded heavily at first, then smiled and shook her head to express no need.
Nanxiao.
She likes this name very much.
I believe her brother, who loves her the most, will also like this name.
Outside the ruined temple, the red sun is hanging high, and the grass in the mountains and forests is luxuriant.
The old man looked lovingly at the little girl named Nan Xiao.
Her brows and eyes are clear, not letting the morning sun rise even a bit.
The posture is strong and vigorous, compared with the green bamboo in mid-spring.
The scenery is beautiful but profound.
Will anyone really live forever?
Do immortals exist?
Although the old man in the Mingquan realm is not strong enough to ask the sky if there is an immortal, he still yearns for it even though he cannot reach it.
In a daze, Lin Xiao, an old man who was approaching his end of life, actually figured out another explanation for eternal life.
Throughout the ages, why do so many people look forward to their sons and daughters becoming phoenixes?
All mortals die, but there are always those who are young.
There is no conflict between the expectations of the elders of previous generations and the choices of the next generation of young people.
The elders guide the younger generation. Although it may not be applicable, it is also a rule of thumb.
Young people realize their dreams and broaden their horizons for the elderly, killing two birds with one stone.
In the torrent of passing years, the brilliance of humanity passed down from generation to generation has allowed their youth to continue for generations, thus achieving a certain sense of immortality.
perhaps--
When the world of mortals asks immortals, they are asking about the inheritance here.
It's just that these principles are too high. Lin Xiao, who has reached the end of his life before stepping out of the secret realm of the Wheel and Sea, does not have enough experience and cultivation to further internalize them.
After a lifetime of hard training and flying in the air for a short period of time, he was already content.
Lin Xiao, who was about to grow old, had high expectations for the future of the skinny and frail little girl in front of him.
The fire has been planted, waiting for the east wind to blow.
Perhaps, in the near future, this little girl who was born in poverty and has extremely poor qualifications will become a peak that future generations will never be able to bypass.
