The afternoon sun shone lazily on the listening platform, so Chen He became lazy and didn't want to go out to sell tofu. He hugged a book and lay on the edge of the platform reading.
Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang who came to the world in the morning, sat aside, smiling and watching the world drink.
Chen He read for a while, then turned to look at him: "Why don't you go out and take a look?"
Cao Weiying shook her head, chuckled and said, "I'll take a look here first."
"What are you looking at?" Chen He was a little curious.
Nan Dao moved his fingers, attracting their attention.
Chen He didn't ask Cao Weiying what he was reading anymore. He put down his book and walked to Nan Dao. The peach blossom in his heart seemed to be withering and was slowly hanging down.
His fingers must have moved just now?
Chen He looked at Cao Weiying with some uncertainty. Although he didn't ask, Cao Weiying naturally knew what he wanted to ask. He nodded and said, "You read that right."
Chen He became happy and said, "Then will he wake up soon?"
Cao Weiying nodded and shook his head.
"What does this mean?" Chen He scratched his head as he looked at Cao Weiying's contradictory actions.
"He has woken up in Old Dog Town, but not yet in the human world."
"Why?" Chen He was a little confused.
Cao Weiying looked at Renjian with a smile and said, "Because he has to learn how to use a sword before he can come out."
"Why do you need to learn to use a sword first?"
"I'm afraid that he will learn to sell tofu like you."
"..."
Chen He was speechless for a while.
I thought there was something wrong with selling tofu. Tofu is the most delicious thing in the world.
The two of them stared at Tingfengtai for a long time.
Cao Weiying stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, looked at the world, and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to sell tofu today?"
Chen He stood up, lay back on the chair, and said lazily: "The tofu has been bought by the students in the courtyard. Do today's things today, and talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow."
Cao Weiying looked at the world with a smile and said, "That's true."
Chen He picked up the book and was about to read it when he saw Cao Weiying turn around, pick up Nan Dao and walk downstairs.
"what are you going to do?"
"Get some sunshine, how do you drive that four-wheeler down there?"
"That's it, that's it."
"..."
Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang, took Nandao for a ride in a four-wheeled car in the spring afternoon.
...
Bu Suanzi took Xiaodao Tong Wang Xiaohua back to Nanyi City.
After the fog dissipated, Nanyi City was crowded with people, and people didn't seem to notice the thick fog that still lingered over Daze.
Many things naturally have nothing to do with the world.
They are just innocent parties involved in some big events.
Since ancient times.
That's not the case.
Bu Suanzi led Wang Xiaohua and walked calmly in the crowd.
"Where are we?"
"Nanyi City."
Wang Xiaohua nodded, thinking of her parents, but also what Bu Suanzi had said to her before.
"Then I can't see my father and the others?"
Bu Suanzi was silent for a while and said, "Yes."
Wang Xiaohua didn't say anything, she just raised her hand to wipe something under her eyelids.
Bu Suanzi led Wang Xiaohua along the long street and stopped outside a remote alley.
There are some stalls in the alley, where some small vendors sell various small things.
Wang Xiaohua felt that she seemed to hear some familiar voices, but it seemed that because she had not seen them for so long, those voices became somewhat unrecognizable.
She took a step forward and then stepped back.
He turned around and wanted to walk out of the alley.
Bu Suanzi grabbed her.
"Listen again. From now on, it will be a lifetime."
Wang Xiaohua stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time, then broke away from Bu Suanzi's hand and ran towards the distance in the darkness. Then he stopped when he hit a corner, lowered his head and kept crying.
The fortune teller stood quietly not far away.
"Why bother?" An old voice sounded behind Bu Suanzi.
Bu Suanzi turned around, bowed to the person behind him, and said softly: "What about you, Master?"
Bai Fengyu, an old Taoist with white hair, was sitting in the corner, with a worn-out small bench under him and a bench beside him, which he found somewhere.
"Me, too."
Bai Fengyu looked at the little girl in the corner quietly and said sadly: "Witches, ghosts and gods are all ruthless things."
Bu Suanzi was silent for a long time and said softly: "What about becoming an immortal?"
Bai Fengyu smiled miserably and said, "It's just a lunatic's masturbation."
"I thought you wouldn't admit you were crazy."
"The people on the twelfth floor want to kill people when they hear others say they are crazy. It's not because they are not crazy, but because these words say what they are least willing to admit."
"I thought you were going to start all over again."
Bai Fengyu looked at the world quietly and said softly: "Do you think Cong Ren's sword back then was as simple as serious injury?"
The fortune teller said nothing.
Bai Fengyu kept coughing, and his body had lived to the end of his life. The kind of aging that even Bai Fengyu, who once stood at a very high level of spiritual cultivation, could hardly suppress anymore.
"He cut off my heart." Bai Fengyu said every word with hatred, "He cut off my heart. What should I cut off?"
"I can't cut off my inner self, how can I forget myself?"
"I can't forget myself, how can I step on the gate of heaven?"
There was a lot of sadness in Bai Fengyu's words, and more of a pity after desolation and madness.
So Bu Suanzi looked at him sadly.
Not far away, Wang Xiaohua was wailing.
Although Bu Suanzi looks like he is only in his fifties, he is already over seventy this year.
Bai Fengyu is ninety-nine this year.
In the eyes of others, the two people on this street corner looked like old people comforting themselves for the rest of their lives.
"So Master, why did you take this path back then?"
Bai Fengyu raised his old eyes and looked at Bu Suanzi: "You don't understand."
"Why don't you understand?"
"People like us will not be satisfied if we just build a great road." Bai Fengyu raised his head and looked at the sky, "If you don't go to the sky to see it, what's the point?"
Bu Suanzi fell silent.
Yes, people like Bai Fengyu will naturally not be satisfied.
In today's world, people always talk about people like Zhang Xiaoyu, Li Shi, and Qiu Xi'er.
But in these hundred years.
There is always only one person who is the most outstanding in the world.
The former temple master of Qingtian Dao was Bai Fengyu.
A storm that stirs up trouble in the world.
It's a pity that the last name is not good.
So the trip was in vain.
Therefore, countless sorrows and regrets are left in the old age on the corner of the world.
"I beg to differ."
Bu Suanzi bowed to the old Taoist Bai Fengyu, walked over, took the hand of Wang Xiaohua, who had stopped sobbing, and headed north of Nanyi City.
Bai Fengyu said nothing more and sat quietly on the small bench, looking at the world on the street corner and basking in the sun.
Naturally, he didn't come here for fortune-telling.
But waiting for someone else.
A person who has returned to the world.
So Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang, stopped at the corner of the street in a four-wheeled vehicle.
The scenery in the world is very good, so Cao Weiying smiled slightly, sat on the four-wheeled vehicle, straightened Nan Dao on the other four-wheeled vehicle next to him, and then looked at the silent old Taoist on the corner who wanted to say something.
"So you are already so old." Cao Weiying said, got out of the car and sat down on the bench next to the old Taoist.
The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at himself in the puddle on the street. His hair was white and he looked haggard.
Very old indeed.
But when Cao Weiying said those words, he was not that old yet.
Many times, years pass without warning.
Until someone marvels - ah, it turns out you are so old.
As a result, he aged rapidly, his teeth fell out, his skin became saggy, and his energy and energy disappeared in that sentence.
The old Taoist raised his head and looked at Cao Weiying.
I wonder why you, old man, are not old yet?
I was also a young man back then, and you were also a young man. How come several generations have passed and you still look like this?
You haven't turned into a demon, so what has kept you alive for so many years?
Why should I get old and die?
When the old Taoist thought about it, he started to cry aggrievedly, lowered his head, and wiped away his tears.
Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang, sat aside and raised his hand to pat the old Taoist's shoulder.
"Think openly, if you can't do it in a hundred years of life, then give up and die with regrets. Being in the Styx is a very painful thing."
"But how can I be willing to do so? Senior Qing..." the old Taoist Bai Fengyu cried aggrievedly like a child, "I became famous when I was young and had a glimpse of the road. How many people like me are there in the world? I shouldn't be like this..."
Cao Weiying looked at the tearful old Taoist, sighed, and said, "So what if I step through the gate of heaven? What if I see the blue sky? The road is like the blue sky, so you are the only one who can't reach it?"
"But as long as I live my life..."
Cao Weiying interrupted the words of the old Taoist Bai Fengyu.
"Thinking too high and looking too far is actually meaningless." Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao sleeping peacefully in the wheelchair, and remembered the words he and Nan Dao had said about climbing over the mountain by the lake. "Being a Taoist and an Immortal is just a human being."
The old Taoist raised his head and stared blankly at Cao Weiying, only to see that the young man's eyes were full of regret.
"Why?"
Cao Weiying turned back to look at the old Taoist, smiled softly, and said: "Even if you climb to the other side of the boat and enter reincarnation as a sentient being again - climbing over the mountain is just a mountain, that's all."
Bai Fengyu smiled sadly and said, "I don't believe it."
Cao Weiying stood up and looked at the world. Pedestrians in the distance were rushing around and she didn't even have time to look at the sky.
But they are happy.
Maybe there are also unhappy ones.
For example, a young man harbored a Taoist skill in the crowd and headed out of the city.
"Only people live on paper."
Bai Fengyu still shook his head: "I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Cao Weiying chuckled softly, without getting angry with the veteran Taoist.
Bai Fengyu was silent for a long time, and then looked at Nan Dao, who was sleeping peacefully in a wheelchair.
"Is he the person you like?"
Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "There is someone else."
Bai Fengyu looked at Cao Weiying in silence, not knowing whether he was referring to someone else, or whether he was referring to Zhi Dao.
After a long silence, Bai Fengyu said softly: "I still don't believe it, senior, but I have no chance to do it again."
"Yes."
"I don't want to hold on to regrets, and I don't want to let go of my obsession."
Bai Fengyu raised his hand, the Taoist text flowed, and the Fengyu Taoist skills he had practiced throughout his life were condensed in the palm of his hand.
It's a storm.
He raised his hand and split it in two. Half flew to Nanyi City and the other half remained in his hand. Bai Fengyu raised his hand and pointed to Nandao, and the half of the wind and rain flew towards Nandao and disappeared into his body.
Cao Weiying just watched calmly.
"What's the point of that?"
"If this young man can see the light of day one day." Bai Fengyu raised his head and looked at the sky, "then I have seen him before."
After Bai Fengyu finished speaking, he stood up, coughed, and walked away into the crowd.
"Although I don't like the answer you gave me, senior, it's time for me to go see the human world."
Cao Weiying said nothing, just watched Bai Fengyu leave quietly.
If the world knew it, they would be very happy.
There is one less lunatic on the twelfth floor.
