Fu Ningdie hugged the quilt tightly and slept in the hut. Listening to the disturbing sound of rain coming from the tiles above her head, she suddenly recalled the scene when her father took her to watch the snow when she was a child.
At that time, when she was little, she got out of the sedan, and she suddenly felt that there was a bright light in front of her eyes. Even the dark black roof tiles and the dark green street bricks were inexplicably dyed with a bright color.
Then, there seemed to be a dense stream of water vapor solidifying and rising in the air, just like the curtain opened at the opening of the opera garden. The gongs and drums sounded in unison, and only a bright and white snow was seen, which filled her. Eyes!
The air outside the sedan was obviously bone-chilling, chilling into the heart and lungs, but the warmth on his body could temporarily protect Zhou Quan. The little Ningdie felt a surge of heroic spirit, regardless of whether the satin sleeves could withstand the cold. , The short legs seemed to be having fun, and they were about to throw themselves into the snow.
However, underneath the seemingly flat snow, there was actually soft and sharply sunken land. After she stepped on it, her body suddenly lost her balance, and she fell into the snowdrift, and her figure disappeared - but At this time, her silver bell jingling laughter suddenly rang out in the snow.
This laughter was so joyful that it startled the sparrows that were looking for food all over the ground and the jackdaws that were perched on the wall.
The birds were circling in the sky one by one, forming mysterious patterns, as if they were the obscure hexagrams in the "Book of Changes" on my father's desk. The little Ningdie reluctantly turned over in the snow, looked up at the leaden sky, and then followed the escape route of the sparrows, and saw that there were no leaves on the branches beside the road. The piles of dead leaves are actually crows perched on the branches, and they are crows in a long voice due to the disturbance!
No matter how long it has been, the precocious Fu Ningdie can always recall the vivid scene in her heart, and let the wanton laughter fill her ears, the clear and extremely desolate clouds, the bitter cold snow scene, But she could always feel the strength coming from her bones, which always accompanied her in her new life, facing this cold world without any fear.
The past days were as bright as fireworks, and in the next moment they fell into darkness and disappeared completely. Even if I stretched out my hand to grasp it tightly, I could only touch the brocade ash with a slight residual warmth on the ground.
But Fu Ningdie was holding the quilt and thinking wildly, but she suddenly felt a similar memory surge, and without any explanation, another picture unfolded in front of her.
The picture is very long, very wide, and on it is the Dawang Peak between the clear water and red peaks, Fuzhou City with overlapping lanes, Quanzhou Port with faint fishing lights, and the current war-torn Guangzhou Prefecture.
Scene after scene appeared in front of her eyes, and she keenly discovered that in these pictures with different scenery, there were always a few small black spots like fleas jumping around, jumping from here to there, from within the picture to the front...
Finally, Ningdie finally saw it clearly. The person in front of her with a double bun was herself. She was grabbing the sleeves of the person in front of her, pointing at the candied haws on the vendor, and loudly boasting that she had eaten better food before. The saliva flowed down unsatisfactorily.
The one who was grabbed by the sleeve was Hong Wending. He was wearing a farmer's coarse cloth, but he had a hatchet stuck in his waist. He was walking calmly through the streets, with a smile inexplicably visible on his cold face, as if the joy that was lighter than the clear soup he drank in the morning was already an extravagant luxury for him. .
And Xiao Shitou was standing between them, listening to Fu Ningdie's bragging and drooling. Then he walked straight to the stall owner, picked up the candied haws and gnawed on it, regardless of whether they had any extra money or belongings on them. The next moment he bit into it, his mouth was full of sugar residue, and then he happily tried to pass it to the two of them.
Behind them, there was a Taoist priest who was dressed a little too casually. He had an exaggerated hurried expression on his face, and then he smiled sarcastically at the stall owner, as if he was planning how to get rid of the debt.
There seemed to always be a loose expression on his face. Sometimes he was so philistine that he was almost cunning, and sometimes he was so free and easy that he was almost hypocritical, but Ningdie could always see an indescribable expression on his face. He is doting on them, as if they, in his eyes, are the only serious things worth paying attention to in this boring and absurd world.
Ningdie's body trembled on the bed, and sleep washed over her like a tide. Countless waves came and went, but her little head was still thinking hard, as if a drowning person was trying to hold on to the plank of a ship.
The picture in front of her began to blur before she could see it, but Ningdie's consciousness became sharper and sharper - she suddenly understood the connection between the two!
Around her family, little Ningdie can laugh and make noises without restraint, ignoring the frost and snow jackdaws, because she knows that not far behind her, there will be a mother holding a heater and a very nervous father, who will bravely pull her out. The snow, in her arms, stood between her and the malicious crow.
After meeting the master, although she walked in the turbulent rivers and lakes, she didn't have a trace of fear or hesitation. Anyway, as long as this lazy master is here, she is not afraid of causing trouble. Even the master himself will make all kinds of troubles on his own, and then lead them to play in the world of mortals.
The world may be dangerous, but as long as Master is here, you won’t be afraid.
No matter what kind of villains, murderers, monsters or ghosts came in front of her, she could laugh and play with them. She just had to stand there obediently and see the unprecedented energy that Master carefully released for them. Beautiful fireworks!
The deep dream finally enveloped Ningdie, just like a spider web entangling a butterfly among flowers, but she suddenly saw the master in front of her eyes, looking at herself with a smile, and there were a few vague shadows beside her, gradually It turned into the appearance of Xiao Shitou and Hong Wending.
The smoke was faint and the trees were vast. They seemed to be taking shelter from the rain in a stone pavilion in the wilderness, and Ningdie seemed to have just happened to fall asleep, and then they made a long scene in the endless misty rain on Moshang. A very long, very messy dream.
Jiang Wen touched her head and laughed.
"Still able to sleep like this? Are you sleepy again?"
Fu Ningdie stood up sleepily, feeling that the mountains and rivers outside the rain could not be seen clearly, but the master's face was extremely clear, and he could even count the few stubbles on his chin.
"Where are we, Master..."
Jiang Wen touched her head again.
"It's not clear yet. This road is not easy to walk now. I'm afraid you might get lost, so I'll stay with you in the pavilion first."
Fu Ningdie looked at it hesitantly, wanting to help Jiang Wen figure out where it was, but when she looked up and down, she felt that her little head was getting even more chaotic.
"Stop looking. My dear disciples, I have a question for you."
Jiang Wen smiled slightly, and seemed to be too gentle today. His voice was as gentle as the drizzle on the empty mountain, making people intoxicated, "Don't you regret meeting me in the future?"
Hong Wending took the lead and replied firmly: "Without Master, I would still be a prisoner on the run."
Fu Ningdie also shook her head like a rattle and answered hurriedly without thinking.
"Yes, what are you talking about, Master? If I hadn't met you, I might have been beheaded. There would be no chance for me to regret it. Although I often go hungry, cold, rainy, and windy with you, my life is like that of a beggar. Like bandits..."
Fu Ningdie spoke so fast that she almost vomited what was in her heart. She quickly glanced at the other two people slyly and added, "But as long as we can be together every day, I'm happy!"
Jiang Wen seemed to see through her little thoughts and tapped her forehead with his finger.
"My stupid disciple, you have already said that we are the Wuyi sect, not the dirty clothes sect. Have you not enjoyed any blessings after being with me for so long?"
Xiao Shitou nodded and added.
"Well, with the master, I can take hot baths, eat big steamed buns, and fight with people every day. My family will only teach me to read and calculate accounts, which is boring."
Jiang Wen frowned and looked at the little stone that was causing trouble. He couldn't tell for a moment whether his brain was bright or stupid, so he could only shake his head helplessly.
"But as a teacher, when I think about it, I have never told you about myself, and I just made my own plans for recruiting disciples. Sometimes I feel that I am hypocritical, and I can't tell whether it is for utilitarianism or for self-interest. Really kindhearted.”
Jiang Wen still smiled slightly. Fu Ningdie only felt that today's master was very strange. He seemed to be very far away and strange, just like when she was a child, she chased the actress on the stage to hug her, but when she saw the actress quit her role, Cai turned into a man with an oval face, but froze there, not knowing what to do.
"Then I won't regret it either!"
Ningdie made an angry face and turned her head away from Jiang Wen, hoping to use this method to anger and recall her familiar master.
After Jiang Wen heard this, he grabbed her into his arms unceremoniously and kneaded Ningdie's plump cheeks with both hands.
"I don't care if you don't regret it in the future, why don't I regret it? You are all so good at eating. Every time you go to a restaurant, the shop owner thinks there is a tour group. Our Wuyi sect has fallen into this situation. What should you, a little girl, do? crime?"
As he spoke, Jiang Wen released Fu Ningdie from his arms again and continued speaking as if he was giving up on himself.
"Then I can't control it. Many things are really uncertain. Some things may be too early for you, but if I don't tell you early, it may be too late to find out later."
"We have nothing to do. Today I will tell you about my travels in the world before becoming a teacher..."
Afterwards, Jiang Wen rambled on to his disciples, telling some trivial things about his wanderings in the world, as small as the bowl of plain noodles he ate on the roadside one day, and the copper plate he found in his pocket one day. They all appeared to be novel. They were very excited; however, when it came to the part that interested them, including experiencing a life-and-death feud and foiling a martial arts conspiracy, they were as calm as viewers in front of the TV.
He said that over the years, he had walked on countless road intersections and had wine and conviviality with countless people in the rivers and lakes. But when the dust cleared after dawn, he suddenly felt that it was boring, so he left without thinking. The body pulls itself away from the floating world, and even does not want to leave a name.
These feelings on the pillow when the cock crows and the night air returns seem to have been haunting him for many years. But if he thinks about it carefully, it is probably just because the truth that prosperity and splendor are fleeting is a shackle that the ignorant world cannot get rid of even though it deceives itself and others.
He was confused and wandering until he suddenly read the story of Sakyamuni in a Buddhist scripture, "The pagoda does not stay under the mulberry tree for three nights", and he trembled all over.
The allusion goes that Gautama Buddha told the monks not to stay under the same mulberry tree for three nights in a row, otherwise they would become in love with him for a long time and become worried about him. Only then did he realize that everything he thought, touched and felt came from his heart. He has always been thinking about the plants and trees in his hometown, which is probably nothing more than a yearning for liberation from the Western world. And his current experience is also true. Only when irreconcilable conflicts appear between them will a big conflict suddenly arise. The enlightened Buddha had the same thought.
At that moment, he could not imagine how much loneliness the Buddha, who could tell these precepts to the five monks with a smile, had experienced and endured in his heart.
Mencius said: When you are young, you admire your parents; when you are lustful, you admire Shaoai. Therefore, the seven emotions hurt people more than the six sexual desires. People have seven emotions and six desires. The pain of old people lies in love. When love reaches its depth, it will naturally lead to loneliness.
When Jiang Wen took a look at Yang Guo's homemade Ecstasy Palm, he could turn around and use the palm technique more skillfully than the founder, and he could even sneer, that's it?
Such loneliness suddenly seemed to be a profile of great compassion and kindness. This also made Jiang Wen suddenly realize how deeply the Buddha loved all sentient beings.
But when the concern really appeared in front of Jiang Wen, he hesitated again...
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While the thoughts of the three disciples were still lingering, Jiang Wen suddenly stood up, shaking off the rain and mist with a flick of his green robe, and the long sword in his arms made a silent sound, as if echoing the rumbling drums outside.
"...Okay, now that the story is over, I'll leave first."
Fu Ningdie looked at Jiang Wen's actions in bewilderment, looking around at this endless stretch of land. The four directions were called the universe, and the past and the present were the universe. They were here, as small as if they could be separated at any time in the universe. A few specks of dust.
She quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked, "Master, where are you going? Can't you take us with you?"
Jiang Wen shook his head.
"No, the opponent is really powerful, and I'm not completely sure that I can beat him."
Fu Ningdie said even more panicked: "Then don't fight. We can go back to Dawang Peak in Wuyi Mountain. It is a deep mountain and old forest, and no one will disturb us."
Jiang Wen shook his head again.
"It still doesn't work. If I don't take action, I'm afraid no one in the world can deal with the devil."
Fu Ningdie started acting recklessly: "So what if the world is in chaos? There are so many people in the world, must we be blamed for everything?"
Jiang Wen touched his nose awkwardly.
"That's why I ask you, do you regret meeting me in the end? Once you get involved in these difficult things, you can't get rid of them, and these relationships are somehow destined. I tried my best this time, but I don't know Can I find a way for you to survive..."
Jiang Wen looked at the three disciples and said slowly.
"The best is forgetting love, the worst is love. The one you love most is my generation. Since you all say you don't regret meeting your teacher, it's even harder for me to let go."
"In the future of the Wuyi sect, I will divide the path into two parts - the bright one is [Wu], who will chase deer endlessly in the martial arts forest; the dark one is [Yi], who must wield a rhinoceros to shine at night in Xuanyi. As for the two roads Which one is more dangerous or better, which one is better or worse, depends on the choices and destiny of the three of you..."
The rumbling sound of drums and drums in the sky became more and more fierce, almost turning into purple thunder that pierced the sky. The impending storm was extremely threatening, and it seemed that it was about to hit the sky and the earth.
Jiang Wen finally looked at Ningdie and the others intently. With a long whistle, he soared up. His body had slowly turned into clear smoke and drifted away, like the last drop of dew on the grass blades in the wilderness. The shadows were like a dream, condensed. Die wanted to grab something, but when he stretched out his hand, he only felt the tears on his face and the solid touch from the cold quilt.
Only in the humid air, there seemed to be a trace of dream energy that would not dissipate before she could hear the last voice from her master.
"Don't cry..."
"If I can come back, after having a good meal, I will tell you the story in detail..."
