The mother-in-law looked at Sheng Qing with admiration for the last time, and she turned into little fluorescent lights from bottom to top.
When she was a little girl, she was playing under a locust tree and fell.
After falling, I got up. I didn't cry when I got up. I wiped my hands and my broken knees. I looked up and saw another person in front of me, wearing a bamboo hat and a Confucian robe.
She stared at the man in shock, slowly pouted, and started to cry for some reason.
That person was Shengqing, and they met for the first time.
It's just that the little girl back then has only a remnant of her soul left, but where is Shengqing?
Just like before.
"Why did you cry when you saw me then?" he asked.
The mother-in-law smiled, opening and closing her mouth, but no sound could be heard, and all the way to her neck, chin, and face turned into dots of starlight floating in the wind.
After all, people gather and disperse according to the wind, and they are not controlled by anyone at all.
Wang Xilou took Feng Wuli's small hand with his big hand and walked away. Shengqing followed behind without saying a word.
He wanted to go out and see. It was much better to be a practitioner in the personal world than to be blinded by oneself.
Feng Wuli looked back and saw that the three crows were still standing on the old locust tree, but the old woman was no longer there.
"Wang Xilou, is mother-in-law a ghost?"
He was a little sad. Until today, he had actually thought that his mother-in-law was a human being and could see those things just like him.
"Call Master."
"Wang Xilou, is Master a ghost?" He was obviously distracted.
Wang Xilou has lived for hundreds of years and will not lose his power all at once. He just rubbed his head: "Are you afraid?"
"kind of……"
He was a little ashamed, after all, his mother-in-law was so kind to him, but he was just afraid.
"Ha, I'm just chatting with you, I'm not harming you."
Feng Wuli felt even more ashamed.
Shengqing on the side said:
"Fairies, spirits, ghosts, monsters, demons, gods, and immortals are just names given by people to things they don't understand. How can human beings independently and detachedly define things that we don't know and don't fully understand? To put it in general terms, Whether ordinary or extraordinary, they all belong to the spirit, and all animals and plants, including humans, are living beings, while monsters are just other living beings, nothing more.”
The two masters and apprentices turned to look at him. Feng Wuli scratched his head and looked at Wang Xilou again:
"Wang Xilou, do we want to walk out of the mountain? It's still far from the town, but you can take a bus to the town."
"No, Master came on a motorcycle and parked it outside your village."
Wang Xilou dug into his pocket, took out a key, and twirled the keychain on his finger: "Also, I have to call Master."
The two masters and apprentices ignored him.
Shengqing followed expressionlessly.
Until he saw a motorcycle, he became very interested in this strangely powered iron lump. He suggested that he drive the motorcycle for the two of them, but unfortunately the suggestion was rejected by Wang Xilou.
The regret on the face of this old monster who had lived for who knows how many years was beyond words.
The three of them got on Wang Xilou's motorcycle and went down the mountain.
If there are people on the mountain road, they can see this scene.
A female student from the Republic of China, a young woman dressed in a blue shirt and black skirt, drove a Honda ladies motorcycle. Behind her sat a seven or eight-year-old boy holding her waist. Behind the boy sat an expressionless man in ancient Confucian robes.
There was a faint scent of laundry detergent on the woman's body, and Feng Wuli found it inexplicably pleasant. However, the wind on the mountain road was so strong that even if he put his face against Wang Xilou's back, he could hardly open his eyes.
Feng Wuli, who struggled to open his eyes, saw something glowing on the side of the mountain. At first he thought it was an illusion, but then he saw it clearly and realized it was not.
"Those are floating dust." Wang Xilou shouted.
There are many light spots on the mountain roadside, as big as a palm. In Feng Wuli's eyes, the mountains are dotted with stars.
"Is he a villain?"
"In modern terms, you can say they are elves." Because the wind was blowing against her, Wang Xilou had to shout to let Feng Wuli hear her words clearly, like a conversation between two deaf people.
Indeed, in each spot of light, there seemed to be a small person the size of a palm.
Feng Wuli opened his mouth wide, and ended up taking a mouthful of Feng.
A faint smile appeared on Shengqing's face and he said to the elves in the mountains:
"I'm going out for a trip, no need to send it off."
He also took a bite of the wind.
There seemed to be whispers coming from the mountains, and Feng Wuli listened attentively. The voices of the elves sounded like children of several years old, probably saying: "Have a nice trip, sir."
some type of.
"The body of floating dust is a grain of dust. They are the original spirits and the weakest monsters, but no one will hurt them." Shengqing has a character that is good at teaching others, but that's right, after all, he wears the Confucian robe of a teacher.
"Is it because they don't harm others?"
"That's one reason, and another reason is that Fuchen will also grow. They are the original spirits, so they are also ancient existences. Some of the first Fuchens have grown into mountains and islands, and all living beings owe the first seven It’s a great blessing from Fuchen.”
"The first seven Fuchen? Where are they now?"
"They're dead."
"died?"
"This has to do with the fact that you are about to enter your human cultivation path."
Wang Xilou shouted again: "It's almost done. Are you your apprentice or mine? If you like to teach, you can accept one by yourself."
Shengqing glanced at her, ignored her, and opened his mouth to continue speaking.
"You're done, aren't you?"
"No, what are you trying to do?"
"..."
"Hey? You old snake demon!"
In the end, Shengqing used his condition of shutting up in exchange for the right to drive a motorcycle.
He sat upright, Feng Wuli hugged his waist, Wang Xilou put his chin on Feng Wuli's head, and he felt like a piece of ice was put on his head. It turned out that Shengqing was much more stable when driving a motorcycle than his master.
When they arrived in the town, Wang Xilou met Sinopec.
Let them both get off the bus.
She was going to fill up the gas tank.
"95 refill, thank you."
"Are you going out to play with your husband and kids?" Sinopec's eldest sister greeted with a smile.
The look on Wang Xilou's face was wonderful.
The eldest sister of Sinopec chatted with her a few more words, muttering that this family is really handsome, like celebrities, and they dress well, and they look much more natural than in those TV series.
After entering the new millennium, people's acceptance of various cultures has greatly increased. The costumes of this family of three range from modern to Republican and then to ancient costumes. It is a bit strange, but it is not enough to attract attention.
Shengqing was the most surprised all the way out, but he was very tolerant and would not make a fuss about anything he encountered.
Then he went to the Tonglian Business Hall above the town. Wang Xilou handled some things for him and asked him to wait inside. He said that someone would explain to him and he would take Feng Wuli away.
Before leaving, Shengqing suddenly called Wang Xilou to stop.
"You are in a very bad state right now. Do you need help?"
Wang Xilou waved his hand: "It's okay."
The three of them said goodbye.
"Brother, do you want a drink?" asked a person in work clothes next to him.
She is an ordinary person, but she is the person in charge of things in the business office. She only knows that Shengqing is 'those people', but she does not know that he is an old monster.
If she knew this guy was an old monster, she would probably take a photo with him.
"Thank you." He nodded, took the black tea made from inferior tea leaves, took a sip and then stopped drinking.
"you're welcome."
Shengqing was sitting alone in the busy city.
With a long life, he could bear to wait the best. He sat upright, holding a teacup in both hands, his robe seemed to have been ironed without any wrinkles. He looked at the pedestrians and the endless flow of streets, noisy and tranquil, but very good.
This era looks good.
He closed his eyes, and the picture in front of him was closed. What appeared was the desolation of this place a hundred years ago. The people were all skinny, their eyes were empty, and the colors of the world seemed to be monotonous.
When he opened his eyes again, all the noise seemed to be forced into a line and poured into his ears.
A little girl of several years old who was passing by suddenly fell down in front of him. She stood up with a pout, patted her clothes, and didn't cry. When she raised her head and met his eyes, she couldn't hold back her emotions and burst into tears. stand up.
Stand and sit, cry and laugh.
"Why are you crying?" he asked with a gentle smile.
