Wang Xiaohua felt as if she had not slept for a long time.
Of course, it may also be the reason why the sounds coming from everywhere are always the same when traveling on the sea in a small boat.
In fact, when the little Taoist boy woke up, his legs and feet were numb, his eyes were blind, and the sound of wind was blowing in his ears along with the sound of waves.
This feeling made the little Taoist boy feel that perhaps a thousand years had passed.
The only thing that made the little Taoist feel at ease was that the hand in his palm was still holding it.
So the suspicion of whether it was short-lived or long-lasting gradually disappeared in the warmth from that clenched palm.
So maybe in the darkness, with my thoughts drifting far away, I will return to the world again.
It should be afternoon.
Because there is something very obvious about the warmth from the sunlight shining on my body.
Wang Xiaohua lay there quietly against the edge of the boat for a long time, then slowly sat up, sat upright on the boat, tilted her head towards the stern of the boat, Bu Suanzi still didn't speak, so the little Taoist boy turned around and asked Looking at the senior brother sitting on the bow of the boat.
"How long until we get there?"
Wang Xiaohua imagined what the senior brother looked like and what he would answer, such as tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or a long time.
But in fact, the Taoist just smiled softly.
"soon."
So the little Taoist boy waited on the boat with peace of mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but the little Taoist boy tipped his ears in the direction of the boat.
There seems to be a lot of sound of water flowing in the wind there.
Like countless drops, it is dripping down bit by bit.
But why is there such a sound in the sea?
The Taoist holding the little Taoist boy's hand probably smiled there, and then stood up, and the little Taoist boy then stood up as well.
"Did you hear it?"
The Taoist's voice came to the little Taoist boy's ears.
The little Taoist boy nodded sincerely.
The boat seemed to have stopped.
Then some hands stopped at the little Taoist boy's ears. They were the hands of the fortune teller who had led him around the world for a long time.
The eyeband made of Taoist robes was removed.
The sea and sky are soft at dusk.
But the little Taoist boy, who had not seen light for a long time, subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes under the stimulation of those lights.
It wasn't until she gradually got used to the light leaking from her fingers that Wang Xiaohua slowly removed her hand, and then stood in the boat in a daze.
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower.
When the little Taoist boy put down his left hand that was covering his eyes, for some reason, a poem like this that he heard somewhere subconsciously appeared in his mind.
In the distance, above the dim yellow sky covered by an arc, there is a pale white moon slowly rising into the sky, surrounded by clouds and smoke, giving it a blurry and dreamy color.
What made the little Taoist boy stunned was not the bright moon in the sky.
But the bright moon in the water.
In front of this small boat, which was tens of thousands of miles away in the East China Sea, was an extremely huge and clear mirror reflecting the colors of dusk, just like the bright moon in the sea shining on the sky.
The little Daotong stared blankly at the mirror that was mostly submerged in the sea like a real huge white moon.
"what is that?"
Ye Zhuliu, the young Taoist who met for the first time but even the little Taoist boy forgot to see what he looked like, took out a palm mirror from his arms and held it in front of him. The cracked image in the mirror gradually became clearer. Countless chaotic light spots turned into a clear and soft twilight, as if it were transparent.
There seem to be three rounds of moonlight in the world.
"That's one door missing."
Ye Zhuliu said softly.
"It's where we try to hold our destiny."
The little Taoist boy stood there in amazement.
She did not see the fairy mountains in the sea that she had always imagined when she was a child.
But what is the difference between this thing in front of me and the fairy mountain?
Under the white moon mirror in the twilight, there were many things like floating islands, with many unknown white flowers blooming on them, just like the flowing clouds surrounding the moonlight.
The boat stopped at such a place.
Ye Zhuliu held the little Taoist boy's hand, left the boat and set foot on the white flower islands.
Bu Suanzi walked aside with his hands folded, as if he were going home.
Wang Xiaohua kept her mouth open and her eyes wide open, looking at the huge moon wheel in the distance.
"Isn't this really the moon in the sky?"
Wang Xiaohua turned to look at Ye Zhuliu and asked.
Ye Zhuliu turned to look at the little Taoist boy and smiled slightly.
"Of course not. The moon in the sky is very far away, but this one is very close, right on the sea."
The three of them slowly passed through the white flower trees on the stretching floating islands.
It wasn't until he got closer that the little Taoist boy discovered that the white moon seemed to be half-immersed in the sea, and there seemed to be some faint figures walking, sometimes moving away, sometimes staying.
"Are those senior brothers?"
The little Taoist asked, pointing over there.
"Yes, there are also uncles."
When Qingtian Dao collapsed, many people went to Shanhe Temple, and many came without a door.
So naturally there will be many uncles.
"what are they doing?"
Wang Xiaohua asked very puzzledly.
"They're missing a link."
Ye Zhuliu's words made the little Taoist boy scratch his head in confusion.
What does it mean to be missing a door?
The three of them were getting closer and closer to such a white moon. Wang Xiaohua felt like she was passing through some mysterious white flower secret realm, and the end of that secret realm was the white moon leading to the sky.
Looking to both sides, the outline of the white moon has occupied the entire sea surface. The sea water must be in a very far place before the twilight is rippling and flowing around the moon in the sea.
Until he actually stopped in front of such a white moon, the little Taoist boy found that he had to raise his whole head to be able to faintly see the outline of the clear glow and clouds.
It's like those beautiful and strange dreams that I used to have when I fell asleep looking at the moonlight in the small yard at the foot of the mountain, and then dreamed that I walked in front of the bright moon in the sky.
Wang Xiaohua was deeply immersed in it and could not get rid of such a shocking emotion for a long time.
She had traveled all the way to the world, but she had actually seen nothing. All the images in her memory still stopped at the small mountain village at the foot of the green mountains outside Nanyi City.
How could a young man know the bright moon? He is not ashamed to call it a jade plate.
"what do you think?"
When Wang Xiaohua looked up at the scene in a daze, she suddenly heard the fortune teller, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly asked such a question.
Wang Xiaohua was a little confused, but soon she realized that the question was not asked to herself.
In front of him, a man wearing a simple and majestic black robe appeared at some point, with his back to the invisible faces of the three people. He was just like himself, looking up at the moonlight.
The gods and ghosts of ancient Chu, the great commander in charge of life and death.
But for some reason, neither Bu Suanzi nor Ye Zhuliu looked there, they just looked into their own eyes.
The little Taoist boy seemed to realize something. He lowered his head and found a puddle with white flowers floating at his feet.
Then she saw what was in her eyes.
The white moon still occupied the entire pupil, and before such a round of white moon, the black-robed god and ghost was standing quietly with the white moon on his back.
It's like a frozen picture.
This made the little Taoist boy subconsciously take a step back, and the scene in his eyes seemed to disappear.
But soon Bu Suanzi took the little Taoist boy's hand again.
Xiao Daotong felt a little more at ease.
However, at this moment, Wang Xiaohua also discovered one thing, that is, Bu Suanzi's hand did not seem to be as warm as Ye Zhuliu's. On the contrary, it had some coolness.
Is this something that only exists now?
Wang Xiaohua thought for a long time before remembering that it wasn't true.
But it was getting colder along the way from the East China Sea. It wasn't until she shook another pair of warmer hands that she realized that the old Taoist's hands were no longer as warm as before.
The old Taoist seemed to know what the little Taoist boy was thinking, and just said softly: "People will be like this when they get old. This is what should be done."
So the little Taoist child looked at the old Taoist's face. It was only at this moment that she noticed that the middle-aged Taoist who appeared at the edge of Daze had white hair on his temples.
Xie Chaoyu is certainly not middle-aged.
Even if he is a Taoist cultivator who stands extremely high in the world, he is still only a human being in the world for a hundred years.
The story of Bai Fengyu happened fifty-one years ago.
The Taoist priest in his twenties who held an umbrella through the wind and rain back then, naturally cannot be any younger.
But Wang Xiaohua just silently thought about the woman who once held her hand before she left this world.
Both are a little bit cold.
The little Taoist boy stood there silently for a long time, and then looked down at the puddle beside his feet again.
The hollow is filled with white flowers, sparsely reflecting the twilight of the day and the half-dome clouds.
It's just that that ghostly figure has disappeared again.
Da Si Ming... Divine Magic Si Ming...
Wang Xiaohua was thinking silently there.
In the white moon in front of me, the sound of dripping was even denser, like quicksand, or perhaps like the sound of wind in some sea foam.
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and looked at the white moon mirror in the sea again.
The white moon is slowly dyeing some deep colors, just like the increasingly dense orange in the sky.
The evening wind gradually became colder.
Ye Zhuliu and Bu Suanzi, as if they had never asked such a question before and seen such a figure, took the little Taoist boy towards Bai Yue again.
Flying mirror under the moon.
Floating steps like flowing clouds extend from the end of the white flower islands, heading towards the bottom of the white moon mirror.
Wang Xiaohua followed the two of them as they walked together, and the figures in the moon wheel became clearer and clearer.
This time Wang Xiaohua finally saw something clearly. On the moon mirror in the sea, there were actually countless small square doors.
The Taoists who were walking on the moon stopped from time to time and opened a certain door, where they were slashing and slashing. Countless pieces of powder fell down like moonlight and sprinkled on the sea.
Xiao Daotong thought of Ye Zhuliu's rough hands.
So when I grasped the word destiny, it seemed to become concrete.
The little Taoist boy was lying on the guardrail at the edge of the floating steps, looking over there quietly, thinking over and over again, and finally asked: "Are those missing a door?"
The little Taoist asked, pointing to the small door opened above a certain moon mirror.
"Yes."
Ye Zhuliu explained patiently.
"What about the closed one?"
Ye Zhuliu was amazed at the understanding of this little Taoist boy. He touched the top of her head and laughed softly: "That door is called the Dayan Gate. If it is full, it is called the Dayan Gate."
Although Xiao Daotong was very keenly aware of the weirdness of those doors, he was still a little confused when it came to such things.
"One yin and one yang are called Tao." Ye Zhuliu said softly: "This is a Taoist saying that encompasses many rules in the human world. The so-called existence and non-existence are interdependent, and everything in the world is nothing but existence and non-existence. Taoist sages make up for it in the human world. The collection has recorded in detail something called a missing particle, which is the most subdivided existence in the world. Any thing that falls to the most essential level can only exist in two states. Know the world well When and in what state will all missing particles exist..."
The young Taoist lowered his head and looked at the ignorant Taoist boy, and said slowly: "You have grasped your destiny."
Xiao Daotong suddenly remembered what Ye Zhuliu said to him on the boat when he came here.
How to hold the wind?
Of course the world cannot hold the wind.
However, I held a piece of Taoist robe and saw a wine flag.
The wind is held in the hands of the world.
The little Taoist boy said softly: "So although the number of Dayan is fifty, there are only two states of Queyi and Dayan in the human world. The lack of one door is the embodiment of the state of the missing particle. ?”
Wang Xiaohua's journey with Bu Suanzi for a year was certainly not in vain.
There are always things that this old Taoist will slowly teach this little Taoist boy.
This is monasticism, not practice.
"Yes."
Ye Zhuliu smiled and touched the little Taoist's head, frowned again, then untied the knot on her head and tied it again.
The little boy touched his head in confusion.
"Although Master is very powerful, he is not very good at braiding. Don't you feel a headache and tightness?"
Ye Zhuliu said helplessly.
Xiao Daotong said blankly: "I thought it was because I have been thinking about these very profound and mysterious questions."
The fortune teller was silent.
Why didn't you say you had a headache?
Ye Zhuliu took Wang Xiaohua's hand and continued to walk forward.
The three of them came to such a moon mirror. The end of the floating steps was under the moon mirror, and there was a small door there.
Ye Zhuliu looked at the small door and chuckled softly: "This is where the missing mountain gate is."
If such a moon mirror were an island in a fairy mountain.
In fact, perhaps it was once an overseas island standing deep in the East China Sea.
Wang Xiaohua walked in with the two of them, and then looked at everything in front of her, and suddenly understood why she seemed to hear the sound of dripping.
Inside the White Moon Mirror, there are countless cliffs that carry the pure light of the world, and on those cliffs, there are really countless small and exquisite drippings.
At a glance, it looks like billions of hanging fruits.
"What's this?"
Wang Xiaohua looked blankly at the cascading drips. The difference from the drips in the world was that there were two drips below each drip.
"This is a water mirror."
Ye Zhuliu said softly, looking up to a higher place.
"When the first drop of water falls from the top drip, even if there are thousands of possibilities, the bottom drop is already destined to land before it even drips. This is the most concrete meaning. the fate of transformation.”
Wang Xiaohua stood there thoughtfully.
There was a Taoist priest who came in a hurry with countless Taoist scrolls in his hands, but he probably didn't notice the three people standing on the edge of the cliff, so he hurried over.
And on the edge of those dripping cliffs, there are also many Taoists walking or stopping there, as if they are recording many things.
"There is something mixed, born in advance of heaven and earth, lonely and lonely, independent and not changing, moving around without dying, it can be the mother of heaven and earth. I don't know its name, the word is called Tao, and the name of strong is called great. The big name is passing. , passing away is said to be far away. Far away is said to be reversed. Therefore, the Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the king is also great. There are four great things in the domain, and the king occupies one of them. Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."
"This is Chapter 25 of Five Thousand Words of Blue Ox."
"Taoism is materialistic and dialectical." Ye Zhuliu looked at the little Taoist boy looking around and said seriously: "We have been trying to understand many things, just like the Taoist saints back then. Just because we are still Its name is unknown, so it is called Tao."
The little Taoist boy, who was surrounded by gods and ghosts, nodded sincerely.
It's just that she always felt that such a senior brother sometimes didn't speak for herself.
Ye Zhuliu didn't say anything else, he just let go of Xiao Daotong's hand.
The little Taoist boy looked at Ye Zhuliu in confusion, and then at Bu Suanzi. The latter just looked at everything in the moon mirror for a long time, and then said calmly: "Go."
Wang Xiaohua was stunned and said, "Where are you going?"
Ye Zhuliu said softly: "You can go wherever you want. If you are tired, you can sleep. There are small buildings on the cliffs and floating islands outside. You can also go around and get to know some senior brothers. Nothing is necessary. There is nothing that must or cannot be done.”
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, senior brother."
So the little girl who came from the small mountain village in the human world walked curiously along the cliffs extending in all directions, carrying the little knot that had been tied up again and no longer had a headache.
Ye Zhuliu looked at the Taoist beside him.
"You are injured a bit seriously, Master."
Bu Suanzi was very calm.
"After all, they are Kamigawa and Congren. If they are not seriously injured, there is no need to stop them."
This is a very simple truth.
Don't pay attention to non-important matters.
Ye Zhuliu didn't say anything else. He turned around and looked at the little Taoist boy's back for a long time, and said softly: "Da Siming... What can such a ghost bring to Que Yimen?"
Bu Suanzi just stood there calmly, shaking his head slowly.
"I have no idea."
This person who is said to be closest to destiny, apart from what the world thinks is nonsense, always sincerely says I don't know.
It seemed like he was just going along with everything.
