On the tomb mountain.
Not long after Chen Huaifeng left, a slightly staggering figure walked out of the heavy fog.
Stopped under the wordless tablet.
Of course a tablet without words will not work.
So the figure raised his hand to his mouth, took a bite, and then half-knelt in front of the monument.
I wrote three words.
White wind and rain.
After writing those three words, the figure sat and turned around, with his back to the tomb mountain and his face to the world, picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.
It's Beitai.
Beitai, the eldest son of Nanyi City.
Regarding the story behind this stele, not only Chen Huaifeng had heard about it, but Beitai as well.
This is something that has been hidden for many years.
A small secret intertwined between Jian Zong and Dao Sect.
The reason why a secret is a secret is that people will only remember it when it is needed.
This is what Chen Huaifeng did, and so did Beitai.
So when those three words were written down.
The wine in Beitai had just reached my throat, and the fog disappeared from the world in front of me.
It's a long street.
It's raining heavily.
There are also gray buildings on the streets.
In the heavy rain, everything was gray, and only the stone slabs of the long street could be seen - also gray and dull.
Beitai sat at the door of the wine shop, looking at the scenery in front of him. He put down the wine bottle, swallowed the sip of wine in his throat, coughed, picked up an umbrella from the side that someone had left behind, and walked in holding the umbrella. In the heavy rain.
There was no one on the long street in the heavy rain, but there were many voices talking among the sound of rain, but those voices seemed far away - as if someone was dreaming about the past many years ago, but after all, everything was gone. , can't remember anything clearly.
So the voices of those years faded away in a hurry.
Beitai walked limpingly in the rain, thinking that if he couldn't remember anything, why would he stay on this street?
What is special about this long street?
Beitai thought of the sip of wine he had swallowed earlier.
Before he entered this long street, he drank wine at a riverside wine shop, but the sip of wine he swallowed was not.
The drink was very rough and strong, like swallowing a mouthful of hot sand.
This kind of wine is rarely available in places like Nanyi City.
When Beitai drank that sip of wine, a desert appeared in his mind for no reason.
That's how that sip of wine made him feel.
So this is in the north?
There is a desert in the north.
There once was a Taoist temple in the desert called Hangu Temple.
So what were you looking at here?
The rain was pouring down, and the world was a blur. Only the long street in front of me still stretched forward in the mist.
Beitai held the umbrella cautiously, not daring to let the rain splash on him.
He didn't know why he had such thoughts.
What role did you play in this memory?
He looked down at the rainwater on the stone slab, but unfortunately nothing was reflected.
Beitai stopped in the rain.
Resisting the memory that seemed to last for many years, he stretched out his hand outside the umbrella.
So I witnessed with my own eyes that the hand that stretched out the umbrella was cut by streaks of rain and fell cleanly to the ground.
There is no pain in Beitai.
There was no blood in the wound, and the broken palm was as smooth as a mirror, as if it were that way.
The wind and rain hang down the curtains.
Beitai remembered these four words inexplicably.
But don't know what this means.
So he held the umbrella and continued walking towards the other end of the long street.
It was obviously a short distance from the wine shop to the other end of the long street that was flooded by wind and rain, but Beitai felt as if he had walked for a long time.
It wasn't until I felt weak that I saw the figure of the simple Taoist looking up at the north in the rain on the corner of the street.
"What do you want?" The Taoist's calm voice came through the rain.
"Please do me a favor."
...
"Li Shanhe learned about mountains and rivers, so he is called Li Shanhe. What did the uncle learn that led him to be called divination operator?"
Liu Sanyue stepped on a gust of wind at his feet, stood in the heavy fog, looked at the small boat moored in the swamp, bowed respectfully, and asked.
Bu Suanzi stood at the head of the boat, calmly looking at the young man from Qingtian Dao in front of him, and said: "What I learned is the hexagram Qiankun."
"So that's it."
Liu Sanyue looked towards the direction of the boat, where a line of ripples was slowly spreading.
He had just arrived here after crossing the heavy fog, and saw this small boat drifting slowly in the fog. Bu Suanzi stood at the bow of the boat, with a pale look on his face, as if he had experienced something. There was a little Taoist boy sleeping quietly in the cabin.
"It seems that my uncle has done some fortune-telling recently." Liu Sanyue turned around and looked at the divination operator and said.
The fortune teller said calmly: "I have done a lot of fortune-telling recently."
"for example?"
"For example, you are going to die, Liu Sanyue." Bu Suanzi looked at the Minister of War from Huaidu quietly.
Liu Sanyue fell silent, looked down at Zeshui, and said softly: "I think that things like fate should not be told to others - whether it is true or false always makes people feel unhappy."
Bu Suanzi looked back at the fog and said nothing. The boat sailed into the fog.
Naturally, destiny should not be told to the world.
But this sentence was not meant for Liu Sanyue.
Destiny is unobservable.
But it can be calculated.
Just now on the top of the green mountain, Bu Suanzi asked something, and the answer he got was very unpleasant.
So he said this.
To refute that person's remarks.
Naturally, Liu Sanyue didn't know the secret, so after a brief absence, his eyes became firm again. He quietly looked at Bu Suanzi's leaving figure and asked, "When did Master come to Daze?"
Bu Suanzi's voice came through the fog.
"When there is heavy fog."
Liu Sanyue fell silent.
Of course fortune tellers don't lie.
So whether it is this sentence or the previous sentence.
Nature is the reality as he sees it.
So who has ever been to this great swamp?
When will I die?
Liu Sanyue thought silently, stepping on the water of Daze and continuing towards the depths of Daze.
.......
Some stories, when they started to be told, you hadn't come yet, so you had to stay under the stage and become a casual spectator.
Exclaiming about the twists and turns of the drama, praising the truth, and then the curtain comes down, then wipe the stage and tell his story.
This is the case in Beitai.
When the old Taoist man was watching the rain, the sky, and the world on the street corner, he asked him - what do you want?
When Beitai said I want you to do me a favor.
He then left the stage.
It has become a brick wall, a raised eaves, and a touch of rain.
I can no longer participate in that storm.
Only then did he see his face clearly.
It was a young man, also wearing a monk's robe. His palms were still there, but there were many bright red lines, as if he had once stretched his hands into the rain.
The young Taoist's expression was calm. There seemed to be a lot of anger and incomprehension in that calmness, but it was suppressed and he stood behind the old Taoist respectfully.
The old Taoist asked: "What are you busy with?"
"Please die."
The young Taoist is very particular.
When he said please, he raised his palms in a salute, although his palms were trembling slightly.
And it's not you, but you, which represents his respect.
The word "go to death" is very clear, which also means that his purpose is very clear.
But his whole body was shaking - not just his palms.
The umbrella also trembled in the hand, and the rain fell on the umbrella surface, causing fine mist to appear.
Thunder in the world.
Suddenly, the electric light cut through the night and illuminated the face of the young Taoist. There was anger, confusion, sadness and pain on his face.
No more repressed.
When he said this, he was no longer depressed.
The young Taoist burst into tears and repeated, tremblingly, "Please die."
Master.
The old Taoist turned around, his bun neat and tidy, his eyes calm, and he looked at his most proud disciple quietly.
"Are you the only one who thinks so?"
"So do they."
The young Taoist let go of the umbrella in his hand, and the rain fell down, but did not fall on him.
Thousands of golden lights gushed out from the Taoist's body, turning into countless scrawled Taoist texts, spreading around in the windy and rainy world.
So the long street turned into a hexagram path.
Then the long street in the world began to circulate and turned into hexagram paths.
Beitai turned into a drop of rain suspended under the sky, and I was shocked to see this world turned into a compass.
The young Taoist and the old Taoist stood on the Qian Zi Gua Road, and the heavy rain in the world washed away everything.
The old Taoist man quietly looked at this technique that instantly changed the world. He was very pleased but also very disappointed.
On the human compass, thousands of hexagrams evolve, and the distance between the old Taoist and the young Taoist is slowly widened.
The two of them each stand on a hexagram path, and the words of the hexagram are flowing, and the wind and rain are endless.
It's just that some wind and rain are the wind and rain curtain of an experienced Taoist.
Some storms are the wind and rain hexagrams of young Taoists.
The young Taoist stood with a sad expression on the compass of heaven and earth, and on the hexagram path of wind and rain.
Qian is the sky, so the Taoist goes towards the sky. The old Taoist quietly stands on the path of Kun Gua, and then falls into the human world.
The hexagrams flowed and the sky shook together, so the sky thunder came.
Thousands of thunder and lightning beneath the young Taoist turned into thunder snakes and pierced through the wind and rain.
Thunder and fire in the sky, wind and water in the mountains.
Everything in the world is a great avenue.
So everyone can kill.
The old Taoist looked with relief at the disciple whom he taught himself.
Of course he learned well.
All well learned.
When those thunders and earthly fires fell from the sky, the old Taoist raised his hands to his chest, and the wind and rain Taoist texts flew out from the sea of spirits, occupying the hexagrams from the young Taoist one by one.
When an old Taoist raises his hand, it is wind and rain, and when he lets go, it is also wind and rain.
But he didn't use his most subtle move, the wind and rain curtain.
Instead, he also used this Qiankun Gua Dao.
Then the heaven and the earth changed.
The universe changes shape.
The old Taoist stood on the sky, watching the thunder and earth fire turn back towards his disciples, and said softly: "You have learned very well, but there is one hexagram you have not learned yet, and that is to change your hexagram."
The young Taoist stood at the bottom of the heaven and earth compass, looked up at his master, but shook his head, ignoring the thunderous volcanoes coming from the wind and rain Taoist text.
He said slowly: "I learned."
So the wind and rain Dao Wen, among the hexagrams of heaven and earth.
There is a sword coming.
