Sunset, woods, green grass.
Wooden house, wicker chair, clear water stream.
The two elderly people were sitting on the wicker chairs that had just been made, swaying slightly, feeling the residual warmth brought by the sunset to the world, and feeling the endless youth of this stream.
The red mud by the stream is very good. The old master baked a tea set and placed it on the log coffee table. It looked very unique and beautiful.
It's just a pity that there is no tea.
"It would be a good thing if you could slow down like this when you are young."
"If you slow down like this when you are young, you may be so tired that you can't straighten your back when you are old."
The two old men each said a sentence, expressing a different charm.
"Do you have any regrets in this life?"
The old lady asked the old headmaster.
The old headmaster smiled and said: "Regrets...there are countless of them. When most people get older, they are always hypocritical when talking about regrets. They either say that they have no regrets in this life, or they just pick out one or two. Pretending to be important even if it doesn’t matter..."
He looked at the old lady and said, "I have a lot of regrets. There is nothing I can't recall without regrets."
The old lady nodded.
The old lady asked: "What's the most regrettable thing?"
The old master said: "What a pity...we don't have any children. If we had children, with our abilities we should be able to teach them extremely well, even better than Little Ye Zi."
The old lady glanced at him, then smiled and nodded again.
"It's good to have kids."
The old lady squinted her eyes and looked at the sunset. The sunshine at this time was so gentle that it would not hurt anyone's eyes.
"But we don't have any, so why don't you pick up other interesting things and talk about them?"
The old lady leaned on the wicker chair. She seemed very satisfied with the old master's craftsmanship. The wicker chair was so perfectly made that when she lay on it, there was not a single bit of discomfort.
Lying on this wicker chair is more comfortable than lying on the bed in Yu Xin Guan's bedroom that the disciples carefully clean every day.
"When I was young, I went to the world to observe my heart. When I first saw you, I became suspicious of you. However, I was young and frivolous at that time, so I always pretended..."
The old master said: "If I had promised you to stay in Yu Xin Guan and not go back to Shangyang Palace to be my successor, think about it, you should have many children now."
The old lady pouted at him.
"You were trained by the previous generation of masters who spent so much effort. How could he allow you to stay in Yuxin Guan? If you really stayed, he would definitely pass Yuxin Guan in one go."
The old head coach smiled: "He is really capable."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but recall his master. He thought that there were too many shadows of his master in him.
"Master once said that if you are very capable, then pretend to be only five points, but when you encounter trouble, show six points of courage and sincerity, and everyone will praise you."
"If you let people know early on that you are very capable, and you will use six points when encountering problems... everyone in the world will scold you. Even if you give six points, you will be more powerful than others."
The old headmaster said: "From this point of view, Master is really not a qualified headmaster, so the person he taught me is not a qualified headmaster either."
The old lady sighed with emotion: "Your master's greatest pride in his life must be that he trained you."
The old headmaster shook his head and said, "No...my master told me personally what he is most proud of in his life."
The old head teacher looked at the old lady and smiled and said: "Master said that what he is most proud of is that Shangyang Palace is not finished in his hands. Maybe it is in my hands. As for the disciples, one of them has already burped. Of course the master who has been here for many years will not take the blame."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's...sincere."
The old master shook the wicker chair slightly and said: "Master said that Shangyang Palace will be finished sooner or later. Either Shangyang Palace will be finished after Dayu is finished, or Shangyang Palace will be finished after Dayu emerges as the Ming Lord."
The old lady understood the reason.
If Dayu is overthrown, then the status of Shangyang Palace may really be unsafe, because being overthrown is not being inherited. This overthrow
It's about complete overthrow, not about the replacement of powerful people from aristocratic families as emperors.
The old lady asked: "Is there anything else interesting?"
The old master said: "Also...I have never dared to see the Great Tianshan Mountain in my life."
The old lady fell silent when she heard this.
The old head coach took a few slow breaths, and it seemed that this regret had a really big impact on him.
"I know a guy, a weird guy..."
The old head coach said in a calm tone: "He is a genius, a genius that even I have to be inferior to."
"That year, Master told me that he was already old and it was time to let me go out to travel around the world and let people outside know who the new headmaster of Shangyang Palace was."
"After four days of walking out of Geling, I met this weird man on the road. He was squatting on the ground killing ants..."
The old lady was a little confused: "Why do you kill ants?"
The old master said: "I was also curious, so I asked him why he was carrying a boiling kettle and pouring water into an ant nest."
"The weirdo is a young man about my age. He has a rare crew cut. Although his skin is slightly darker, he is still a rare handsome man."
"He told me that he had a premonition that a heavy rain would collapse the ant nest in a few months, and then the water would gradually penetrate the river bank from here, so he first scalded the ants to death and then tamped it down. "
The old lady frowned: "Why not just compact it?"
The old head coach said: "I also asked him, and he said that if he tamped it directly, even if there was one ant alive, he would feel uneasy."
The old lady felt nervous.
The old master continued: "This weirdo boiled three pots of water in a row. When the first pot was poured in, he squatted next to it and waited. About a moment later, living ants began to move the corpses of dead ants from the ant nest. come out."
"At this time, he slowly poured in the second pot of boiling water. The water was like a thread, without trembling or shaking. He poured it in steadily. It took half an hour to fill a pot of water."
"After filling the second pot of boiling water, he waited for another moment or so. Since there were still ants carrying the bodies out, but the number was much smaller, he started filling the third pot of water."
The old headmaster paused for a moment, and then his tone became a little heavier when he spoke again.
"I asked him, are you saving the embankment, or do you just want to kill animals?"
The old headmaster looked at the old lady and continued: "He answered me that he was saving people, killing lives, and refining his heart."
"I asked him, what's the point of refining one's heart like this? He replied that the meaning of refining one's heart is that if one day you have to kill something else to save someone, you won't hesitate."
"I asked him again why he thought so? He replied that it was because he had just had a long chat with an old monk from Xisheng Temple. Under the influence of the old monk, his mind was filled with the idea that all living beings are equal."
The old headmaster sighed: "He said...as long as he is still a human being, he cannot accept the equality of all living beings. Human beings are human beings, and they should be ranked above all things. If he is an ant, of course he must feel that The ant should be ranked above all living beings, but he is just a human being."
The old lady fell into deep thought when she heard this.
The old master said: "Later, I invited him to go with me. He happened to be going somewhere, and the two of us had a distance of 700 miles to go together, so we chatted for 700 miles."
"He said that in the first half of his life, he was not as good as me, in terms of status, reputation, and progress in practice. But if he is lucky enough to survive and go through great tribulations in the second half of his life, then he will surpass me, and far beyond. I."
The old lady said: "Sounds like a magician."
The old headmaster smiled: "I thought so too at the time. I asked him how long the first half of his life would be, and when would the second half of his life be. After all, the lifespan of a monk is longer than that of ordinary people."
"He said that the first half of your life can be counted as eighty years, and the second half of your life can also be counted as eighty years. You have a life span of 160 years. Unless there are changes, you will definitely die at 160 years."
"He said that the first half of his life was also eighty years, but even he couldn't calculate how many years there were in the second half of his life. So I asked him, if longevity doesn't count in the second half of his life, why does eighty years count as the first half of his life?"
"He replied
He replied that in eighty years, he would experience many, many things and watch the people he cared about die one after another. That was the calamity of the people he cared about and also his calamity. "
The old lady fell silent again.
"Shangyang Palace has always been the best at deductions. I asked him about his birthday and many other things. I made deductions for him..."
The old headmaster looked at the old lady and said, "It's basically the same as what he said. I asked him if he had ever learned Shangyang Divine Art. He said that Shangyang Palace's magic was nothing but a group of pretentious guys, so I asked He, where is the magic that he learned, he said... Wanxiang Gate."
The old lady's squinted eyes suddenly opened.
The old master said: "Seven hundred miles later, he said goodbye to me, saying that it would probably be half a lifetime before we meet again."
The old lady asked: "Really?"
The old head coach shook his head: "No, it's a little later than he expected."
The old lady asked: "Because he taught a good disciple?"
The old master said: "Not only is he a good disciple, Liu Jigong is definitely not the best among his disciples in all aspects, but Liu Jigong has changed many things."
The old lady exhaled slowly.
"What now?"
she asked.
The old headmaster looked to the northwest.
"Before Xiaoye left, he looked to the northwest, which was probably in the direction of the Great Tianshan Mountain. If my guess is correct, he should have gone."
The old lady asked: "He's not dead?"
The old master said: "He has 10,000 ways to live, but the world does not have 10,000 ways to kill him... That day when you and I were talking about whether Little Leaf could become a saint, what came to my mind was he."
"Little Ye Zi will never become a saint, but he...must be the second saint after Saint Jiujie."
Speaking of this, the old headmaster also let out a heavy breath.
"When I turned 100, my travels to other countries greatly increased, and I wanted to go to the Great Tianshan Mountains. However, many things happened later, including my own lack of faith."
"At that time, our second meeting finally arrived. He invited me to drink in Geling City. The two of us chatted for two days and two nights. Compared with traveling for seven hundred miles, the two days and two nights of chatting were much more tiring. Many, many.”
The old head coach paused for a moment and then continued: "He said... he could foresee further than when he met me. I asked him how far he could foresee, and he said that it was not just the people who could foresee that would end in the future. Shangyang Palace."
The old lady sighed softly: "What he said should be that if Xiao Zizi succeeds, then the entire cultivation world will be destroyed in the future... There will be no more monks in the world."
The old master said: "At that time, he said to me... you have to hide well and don't compete with him to do something big. Hidden until the day when the world changes, I may need to look up at the sky."
The old lady's expression changed again.
The old headmaster looked up at the sky.
The stone ball is still hanging high in the sky. I don't know how long it will hang there. Ji Shang, who has forcibly sealed his remaining life essence, may also be anxiously looking for a way to break it.
Ji Shang may not have thought until the end that Lin Ye never thought of killing him, because if he killed him, Lin Ye might die.
Lin Ye doesn't want to be a saint, he never has.
He is greedy for money and lustful, and does not want to sacrifice. No matter how advanced his practice is, such a person cannot become a saint.
"Will there be an accident?"
the old lady asked the old headmaster.
The old headmaster was still looking up at the sky.
"I don't know... maybe, otherwise, why would he ask me to look up at the sky? At that time, I thought he was telling me to be careful about Zhentian. After all, at that time, I always felt that Zhentian existed to suppress the monks. .”
"Now I understand that I still have my own mission..."
Having said this, he looked at the old lady and softened his tone: "If...I may...need you to help me tell some lies. Although lying to children is indeed immoral, people He is always so hateful, and sometimes he lies to the people he cares about."
After a long silence, the old lady nodded and replied to him.
"good."
