Huaidu.
Jiang Shanxue returned to Qingtian Dao. For some reason, she went to the health retreat again, only to find that Chen Huaifeng had not returned yet.
The Taoist wearing a white and green Taoist robe looked at the closed bamboo house for a long time on the path where the white camellia blossoms bloomed. Perhaps he guessed something, and then slowly left here.
The arrival of Chen Huaifeng brought many different flavors to this Taoist sect with a history of thousands of years.
As Jiang Shanxue walked along, he could smell some wolfberry tea from time to time.
Of course it’s not just wolfberry tea.
The Taoists in the temple will also try to use many things in the mountains to make tea.
So sometimes you will smell something that is very refreshing, and sometimes you will smell something that is frowning.
When Jiang Shanxue was walking on the road, she would inevitably laugh out loud when she looked at her uncle, who would sometimes sit melancholy under a tree and look at a bunch of messy things poured out of a teapot.
"What are you laughing at, nephew?"
The uncle, who was in his fifties or sixties, looked at the young Taoist with raised eyebrows.
Jiang Shanxue deliberately suppressed her smile, bowed and said, "I remembered something happy, uncle."
Uncle Master looked at this Taoist who couldn't hide the smile on his lips and wanted to give him a try.
It's just a pity that Uncle Master doesn't have a great path, but Jiang Shanxue does.
So the uncle had no choice but to get sulky, turned his back to the young man, took a stick, and fiddled with the tea residue on the ground.
"What is it that changes flavor when cooked together?"
Jiang Shanxue stood there quietly, looking at the uncle who did not beat himself but turned around, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.
"Uncle, I'm leaving first."
The young Taoist still bowed.
The uncle who was studying his tea leaves under the tree nodded.
After Jiang Shanxue walked for a while, he heard the uncle's voice coming from behind again.
"By the way, nephew Shanxue."
Jiang Shanxue turned around and saw that the uncle seemed to suddenly remember something. She looked at him and said, "The patron wants you to go find him when you come back."
Jiang Shanxue smiled slightly and bowed.
"Thank you, uncle, for reminding me. I also have something I want to see the master of."
The uncle nodded and continued to study.
Jiang Shanxue walked all the way through those green spring Taoist temples and walked towards the back of the mountain.
When I walked to the path leading to the Yaoju in Houshan Mountain, I saw the old Taoist who came out of the old story of Qingtian Dao with a broken body waiting there.
Jiang Shanxue naturally smelled the smell of tea from this old Taoist. For some reason, he couldn't hold back and laughed when he saluted.
The old Taoist looked at Jiang Shanxue, who was saluting with his palms raised but smiling abnormally, and reached out his hand to give him an angry slap on the head.
"why are you laughing?"
Jiang Shanxue stood up straight, touched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "Uncle Master is also making tea?"
The old Taoist asked with some confusion: "Is it funny?"
Jiang Shanxue smiled and said: "Of course making tea is not funny. What is funny is that someone from the Sword Sect teaches you how to make tea, while a Taoist person is as clumsy as a child."
The old Taoist said calmly: "Since you don't know how, there must be a learning process."
Jiang Shanxue stopped laughing and looked down slightly at some dark brown leaves left over from the previous winter under the fallen leaves in the spring breeze.
"The story between persistence and breakthrough is probably always difficult."
Then the old Taoist opened his one eye and laughed softly.
"This is the story of you and Chen Huaifeng."
Jiang Shanxue nodded, listening to the name Chen Huaifeng, and said softly: "Senior Brother Chen hasn't come back for so long, it must be because of the disciple of Shanhe Guan."
The old Taoist didn't comment, just stood there quietly.
"This is something that has nothing to do with Qingtian Dao."
Jiang Shanxue nodded.
"But Chen Huaifeng is a member of Qingtian Dao after all."
The old Taoist did not continue talking at this point, but gave way to the mountain forest path.
"The temple master is waiting for you."
"The disciple will go first."
Jiang Shanxue bowed again and then walked along the path.
...
The spring lake in March is like a mirror, and the green mountains are poured into the spring water, which is cut off by the wooden bridge that crosses the lake. The leisurely music of the piano echoes in the mountains near dusk.
When Jiang Shanxue walked down the path, he stopped there, looking a little surprised.
The spring breeze in March and the quiet lake are naturally not surprising.
What is surprising is that there is a woman in plain white Taoist clothes sitting in front of the lake, leaning her head and playing the piano.
Even if it is Jiang Shanxue, this is the first time he sees Bai Yuyao's appearance.
For a moment, he looked at that gentle-looking woman in trance.
It wasn't until the sound of the piano stopped that Jiang Shanxue came back to his senses, walked forward, stopped in front of the wooden bridge across the lake, and bowed respectfully.
"Jiang Shanxue, I have met the temple master."
Bai Yuyao raised his head and looked at the young Taoist from a distance across the lake. The two men were wearing similar robes.
If there is no such thing as looking at fate.
It was the first time Jiang Shanxue saw Bai Yuyao, and it was naturally the first time Bai Yuyao saw Jiang Shanxue.
So Bai Yuyao sat in front of the big piano by the lake. He looked at this young Taoist who was walking on the old Qingtian Road for a long time, and then smiled slightly.
"Come here."
Jiang Shanxue walked along the path on the lake until he stopped at the lakeside, bowed, and then stood on one side with his head lowered.
The spring breeze of the world was blowing slowly, but the woman in plain white clothes was coughing a little.
The young Taoist standing aside listened to the very gentle coughing sound, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Why did the temple master come out today?"
Bai Yuyao coughed twice, then picked up a bowl of soup that had lost its heat from the end of the piano, took a sip, wiped the corners of his lips, and then said with a soft smile: "Sitting in the bamboo house all day long, even if With the windows open, it’s difficult to see the beauty of the world.”
The woman said, looking up at Chunfeng Mountain Lake.
"So sometimes, it's natural to come out and sit, but people in the mountains don't know it."
Jiang Shanxue nodded thoughtfully.
Bai Yuyao put the bowl of soup aside, then turned to look at the young Taoist beside him.
"You took a trip outside the customs."
Jiang Shanxue was not surprised, just nodded and said: "The disciple came to Shanyao Residence because he wanted to talk to the temple master about this matter. It seems that the temple master should already know those things."
Bai Yuyao smiled, shook his head and said, "How would I know?"
Jiang Shanxue was stunned for a moment.
This great cultivator of the Twelve Layers of the Human World said with a slight smile: "It's just that you smell like the wind and sand outside."
Jiang Shanxue actually didn't even see that desert.
Thirty miles outside the pass, there is no difference between it and the human world, not to mention that he just went to the small Taoist temple with plum blossoms by the stream.
"Destiny is never very mysterious."
Bai Yuyao looked at the Chunfeng Lake quietly.
"For example, when you appear at the bridge by the lake, I know that your next destiny is to walk across the bridge."
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while and said softly: "What if the disciple didn't come over at that time?"
Bai Yuyao chuckled and said: "If you are Shenhe and Congren, then I am naturally not sure that you will come over. If you are Shenhe, you may let me walk over calmly. If you are Congren, You might lean there lazily and say if you have anything to do, just say so. But you are Jiang Shanxue, so when I say you come over, you will come."
"They are people three feet away from me, and you are not."
Jiang Shanxue stood there with surprise in her eyes, then bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple, please be taught."
"So what did you see outside the gate?"
Bai Yuyao's voice was very gentle, and he stroked the piano in front of him again.
Jiang Shanxue gradually calmed down amidst the soft and soothing sound of the piano. He lowered his head to the lakeside and said softly: "I saw Li Shi's Xiyun Temple in the Shanhe Temple, and my 300,000-year-old Qingjia. Go, brother."
Bai Yuyao didn't speak, just played the piano quietly.
The Taoist who had brought many people back from outside the customs was frightened and bewildered and slowly recited all the stories mentioned at that time.
Bai Yuyao quietly listened to Jiang Shanxue's story.
I also finished playing the song called Xijiang Moon.
"Don't say that everything will be empty when you turn around. When you don't turn around, it's just a dream."
Bai Yuyao said this softly.
Jiang Shanxue looked at the woman in front of the piano, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Is this what my brother never said at that time?"
Bai Yuyao lowered his head and picked up a certain leaf that had fallen on the strings from the spring mountain, and said warmly: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not, but this is a piece of music that someone in Shanheguan likes very much."
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while and said softly: "Li Shanhe?"
Bai Yuyao smiled and said, "That's your uncle."
Whether it's Li Shanhe, Tao Shengme, or Le Chaotian, after all, that Taoist who looks very young was once a disciple of Qingtian Tao.
Jiang Shanxue remained silent.
Bai Yuyao pushed away the piano in front of her, stood up, stood by the spring breeze mountain lake in plain clothes, and looked up at the green mountains and clouds.
"So if you don't listen to something like that, you won't have doubts, don't look at it, there won't be struggle, don't think about it, there won't be pain. Words can't kill, but they can confuse people's hearts and break their will. Destroys the spirit.”
Jiang Shanxue stood aside in a daze. After a while, he said softly: "How can you know the world if you don't see it?"
"A child cannot lift a stone."
Bai Yuyao turned his head and looked at Jiang Shanxue quietly beside him.
"Even if you teach him how to exert force and stabilize his foot, he still won't be able to lift a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms."
"So if Qingtian Dao wants to live forever, you can't directly seek immortality. That is an unknown field. Making tea to maintain health is of course not very useful, but you have to do it step by step to know what is right."
Bai Yuyao coughed again as he spoke, and his face looked a little pale. Jiang Shanxue picked up the bowl of soup beside the piano and handed it over.
The master of Qingtian Dao Suyi Temple took the medicine bowl and took two sips. His complexion seemed to be getting better. He held the medicine bowl in both hands and walked slowly along the lake in the mountain.
"The world can only be still when it is in motion. You don't need to see or think about what happens when you look at mountains and rivers."
"If a great accomplishment is lacking, its use will not be harmful. If a great gain is rushing, its use will be endless. If great is straight, it will be bent, if great skill is clumsy, if great debate is dull, impatience will overcome cold, and tranquility will overcome heat..."
Bai Yuyao stopped there and said warmly.
"Quietness brings justice to the world."
Jiang Shanxue suddenly woke up like a flash of snow in a furnace. He bowed by the lake and said in a deep voice, "Disciple, please be taught."
Bai Yuyao chuckled softly and continued walking forward.
"So do you have any other questions?"
Jiang Shanxue stood up straight, followed, and said softly: "Why does the master want to see the disciple?"
Bai Yuyao said slowly: "What do you think of Chen Huaifeng?"
Jiang Shanxue fell silent, and then said softly: "Senior Brother Chen..."
Before he finished speaking, the young Qingtian Dao disciple suddenly raised his head and looked at the spring sky of the world.
There was something extremely unsettling in the dusk that fell upon the entire world at that moment.
Bai Yuyao seemed not to notice it and just walked quietly along Spring Lake.
"How is he?"
Jiang Shanxue lowered his head, looked at Bai Yuyao in silence for a long time, and then continued: "Senior Brother Chen is certainly good."
Bai Yuyao smiled, stopped, and gently rubbed the porcelain bowl in his hand.
"Since it's good, then go to Donghai to find him."
Jiang Shanxue frowned and looked at Bai Yuyao's back standing in the spring breeze by the lake.
"What does the viewer mean?"
Bai Yuyao's voice was still soft and peaceful.
It was as if none of the human visions had caught his eye.
"If he died in the East China Sea, it would be difficult for you to convince the public."
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while and said softly: "What does this matter have to do with the disciples?"
Bai Yuyao smiled softly and said: "After I die, the master of the temple will be either you or him. If he dies in the East China Sea, do you think others will think it matters? You also know that you will not be recognized in the temple. Much. That uncle didn't knock you on the head, so naturally he wasn't close enough. Whether the rumors started or not, he was never in the story."
Jiang Shanxue stood by the lake for a long time, and then said softly: "I obey my words, but I am confused."
Bai Yuyao didn't speak, just stood there quietly.
The young man wearing the old Qingtian Taoist robe said softly: "Why did Senior Brother Chen die in the East China Sea?"
Bai Yuyao finally raised his head and said softly: "Because he was involved in some stories that he shouldn't be involved in."
In the sky at dusk, the sword intent and the hexagrams of the universe rising from the East China Sea are clearly visible even in the far north.
Just like the original Taiyi Spring Festival.
Jiang Shanxue vaguely guessed something and said softly: "Your Majesty is in the East China Sea?"
Bai Yuyao said calmly: "Yes. Not only His Majesty, but also Xie Chaoyu, Cong Ren, and Li Shanhe."
Jiang Shanxue looked a little surprised. He raised his head and looked at the Taoist texts flowing in the distant twilight for a long time.
There are three swords and three concepts in the world. In some stories that the world does not know, there are actually four of them in the East China Sea.
"What happened there?"
Bai Yuyao lowered his head and continued walking along the lake in the mountain.
"It's just stories that don't make sense."
Jiang Shanxue lowered his head and looked at Bai Yuyao, who had walked far away quietly.
The woman in plain clothes who said such a sentence was obviously not consistent with what she had said before.
A Qingtian Taoist temple master who came out of the story of Bai Fengyu naturally cannot be someone who doesn’t listen, see, or think.
Bai Yuyao walked a long way quietly, then stopped at the lakeside. After drinking the bowl of medicine, he looked at the young man very gently.
"The alternation between life and death is inevitable, as is the alternation between the old and the new. Don't be impatient with some things, and take your time. The future of this world will be the story of your generation."
Jiang Shanxue, who was standing by the lake, suddenly felt something very heavy falling on his shoulders, and nodded solemnly.
"Disciple understands."
Bai Yuyao smiled slightly.
"Go ahead."
Jiang Shanxue bowed respectfully, then turned around and walked along the lakeside, crossed the small bridge on the lake, and headed in the direction he came from.
But when he was about to leave, the disciple of Qingtian Dao turned around again, looked at Bai Yuyao and asked softly: "So what is the master's plan for the future of Qingtian Dao?"
Bai Yuyao chuckled softly and said: "It's okay for snow in the mountains and rivers, it's okay for Chen Huaifeng, it's okay for rain in Meixi, and it's okay for Liu Sanyue. The fate of the world cannot be determined. People who are still alive in the world, why should they care about early death?" What are the opinions of those who have already gone to the River Styx?”
Jiang Shanxue said nothing more, and left here quietly wearing clothes that looked like some distant mountains with snow in the dusk.
Bai Yuyao still stood there quietly.
When the young Taoist figure disappeared on those green mountain roads, a figure came out of the bamboo hut.
It was a woman wearing a plain robe and holding a pot of hot tea.
Bai He once ran a tea shop on Xiwai Street in Nanyi City.
The two looked at each other quietly.
After a long time, the woman who had fled the border with Beitai said softly: "If you can decide everything by yourself and don't have to listen to the words of your predecessors, then why did you think of sending me to the South in the first place? Where is Yicheng?”
Although this woman once said with a smile that she would not be resentful when she was walking by the Liuhe River with a certain Qingyi Taoist in Nanyi City in March.
But some things cannot leave no trace in the heart.
Or maybe, there are things in words that can never replace the heart.
Maybe everything is very good, such as Beitai, such as Liu Sanyue.
Or maybe everything is very, very bad.
For example, there are some stories about young people who have just begun to fall in love but are separated.
Bai Yuyao did not answer Bai He's question, but looked at the woman who looked very similar to herself holding a teapot in the dusk by the lake with some sigh, and said with a smile: "Your tea is brewed very well."
Baihe's tea has been roasted very well a long time ago.
A person who can fry tea is naturally also a person who can make tea.
Bai He said softly: "Yes, and I am much braver than before."
The woman standing next to the piano raised the teapot a little higher, as if she wanted to knock it down.
But no.
Just a leaf blown from the mountains fell to the lakeside, rolled up into a tea bowl and landed on the piano.
Then a line of tea fell from the tilted teapot, pouring the steaming tea into the teacup without missing a drop.
Bai Yuyao smiled slightly and said, "I thought you would smash it."
Bai He said softly: "If the old me came back, I might smash it with some intractable resentment. Just smashing the teapot, what kind of bravery is it? Face everything sincerely."
Bai Yuyao sighed and said: "Yes. It's just that Qingtian Dao won't help you, so you can go too."
Bai He didn't say anything else, squatted down slightly, put the pot of tea on the piano table, stood up again, folded his hands and looked at the woman by the lake quietly for a long time, then turned and left.
