Chen He followed Nan Dequ down the mountain, stood in the wind and snow, took out a second potato from his arms, gnawed on it, and asked vaguely: "Why did you just cut down the pagoda?"
Nan Dequ was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Because I don't really believe it."
Chen He leaned on the Tianyan car and turned back to look at the mountainside temple thoughtfully. The wind and snow seemed to be getting stronger again, and the figures coming and going up the mountain from afar were gradually blurred, so even the temple could not be seen clearly. Some are invisible.
It's no wonder that Nandequ has many doubts.
Even Chen He sometimes doesn't quite believe it.
After all, the attitude displayed by such a monk is too plain.
After watching for a long time, Chen He turned his head back in the gradually misty wind and snow, looked at Nan Dequ and said: "Then how are you sure about those things - those sword intentions may be, but in that urn, they may not be Pretending to be the so-called abbot."
Nande Qu looked at Feng Xue with his sword behind his back, and said slowly: "Of course this is something that cannot be determined for sure. You have never seen the so-called abbot, and I have never seen the so-called abbot. What is in there, we can only I learned it from the monk’s mouth, so naturally I can only confirm the source of the sword’s intention.”
Everyone in the world has always had his or her own priorities.
"As long as it is confirmed that the senior brother has appeared here."
Nan Dequ withdrew his gaze, looked at the wind and snow in the world, and whispered: "Of course, you have to have some confidence in your heart."
Even if the Taoist said that the senior brother was in Luming, the monk in white clothes also said that the senior brother was in Luming when he entered Luming.
But after all, there are some things that you still need to see some conclusive traces before you can have a firm understanding of them.
Chen He thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
"What's your senior brother's name?"
Chen He lowered his head and gnawed on potatoes and asked casually.
"Zhuang Baiyi."
Chen He thought for a while, and it seemed that he had never heard of it, so he naturally did not continue to ask. Instead, he mentioned the ear in Nan Dequ's arms.
"Your ears were given to you by a great monk in white, Lu Ming."
Nan Dequ turned to look at Chen He strangely and said, "Have you seen him too? I thought he was waiting for me."
Chen He laughed and said: "He is not waiting for you, nor is he waiting for me, he is waiting for a destined person, and I don't know what to do when he is waiting for a destined person. Anyway, when I saw him at that time, the monk kept complaining that his ears hurt. "
Nan Dequ silently touched the ears in his arms.
If you are exposed to the wind and snow all the time, it will really hurt.
Even winter in Nanyi City makes your ears hurt, let alone a place like Luming.
"But I guess his ears don't hurt now."
Chen He chewed the potatoes and said with a smile.
Nan Dequ was silent.
The two of them stayed at the foot of the Buddhist temple for a while. Nan Dequ was probably still thinking about something, and after a long time he walked towards the west.
After walking halfway, he turned back and looked at Chen He who was pushing the Tianyan cart behind him with two oil lamps, and said, "Do you have any food in the cart?"
Chen He shook his head, but said seriously: "There are people from all over this Buddhist temple coming to pray, which means there must be more than just that town nearby. There should be other towns ahead. Then we can get some food with the same food."
Food is the most important thing for the people.
Chen He naturally knew what Nan Dequ was asking him for.
Nan Dequ nodded, and the two of them left with the oil lamp swinging in the wind and snow.
Such a windy, snowy and confusing place is naturally an unknown journey for some people who are new to it.
"Since the monk didn't go to town today, what happened to the footprints?"
"It was probably the master's ears that made it happen."
"All right."
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Sometimes when people in the world face something, they naturally have a lot of confusion.
If a practitioner has never had any life experience, he will probably be full of doubts when he sees that beans can be turned into tofu.
Nan De Qu is a practitioner.
Chen He is naturally a worldly person.
...
East China Sea.
A Taoist stood on the curved steps leading to the White Moon Mirror, with his back to the White Flower Island.
Some things are naturally difficult to guess.
For example, why Cong Ren died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu in the East China Sea.
Some things are naturally difficult to face.
For example, the woman wearing white clothes and carrying a sword of white snow landed in the white flower forest and was slowly walking through the white flower paths.
Even if the divination operator really knows the world.
Give him another ten thousand years, and he doesn't know how he should face the two-hundred-year-old female swordsman from the Human Sword Sect.
Therefore, although the Taoist stood on the curved steps with his back to everything, from the backs of those whose Taoist robes were blown by the sea breeze, we can see how melancholy such a Taoist is.
Xie Chunxue had no such entanglement. She just walked quietly through the forest of white flowers falling in the morning breeze, stopped at the edge of the floating island, looked at Bu Suanzi's back, and said calmly: "Chao Yu."
Bu Suanzi was silent for a long time, turned around, and looked at the not so obvious smile on the lips of the woman who was much younger than him.
The old Taoist sighed and said very respectfully: "Zhao Yu has met Tai Nai."
In fact, such a story is very similar to the story of that year.
At that bamboo forest lakeside, the young Taoist from Qingtian Dao passed through the bamboo forest and stopped at the lakeside. He looked at the woman wearing a bamboo hat and fishing quietly not far away, and said softly and respectfully - —Zhaoyu has met Tai Nai.
But at that time, the Taoist did not feel any uneasiness, hesitation or melancholy.
On the contrary, I am very curious.
Looking curiously at Xie Chunxue, the famous Yangchun Sword in the world, he might even feel a lot of pride.
Such a swordsman is his great-grandmother.
But eventually the years pass.
Xie Chaoyu, a human being, had gray hair on his temples because he left the Qiankun hexagram in the East China Sea to intercept the sword's intention, but his great-grandmother still looked so young.
The lifespan of the demon race is naturally long.
The same goes for people who turn into monsters.
This is something gained in exchange for the talent that belongs to the world.
Xie Chaoyu stood there melancholy.
Even though Xie Chaoyu is already one of the three worldly beings.
Anyone can call Xie Chunxue junior, but Xie Zhaoyu cannot.
This is something hidden in the bloodline inheritance.
Of course, a great-grandmother will always be a great-grandmother.
Xie Chunxue looked at Xie Chaoyu, who had a lot of old feelings in front of him, and laughed softly. He walked towards the curved steps leading to the White Moon Mirror and looked at the old Taoist standing there quite upright.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years, and you and I have become strangers."
Xie Chaoyu had some things that were inconvenient to mention, and Xie Chunxue naturally wouldn't mention them either, just talking about things that were in the same vein.
Although the two did not get along for a long time, after all, although the former Xie Chaoyu was a bit reserved, it was naturally difficult to conceal the closeness that came from blood.
Xie Chaoyu was silent for a long time, then turned around, stood by the guardrail of the curved steps, leaned on the railing to watch the sea, and sighed: "The candles are swaying in the morning rain, but you are still in your prime. It's a bit emotional, but I can't believe it for a moment."
Xie Chunxue also leaned against the guardrail, with the snow-white sword behind him whistling softly in the wind.
It seems that he is also lamenting the passage of time.
So some tangled stories were lost to time.
The two stood quietly on the curved steps and watched for a long time.
Xie Chunxue finally put away those smiles and looked solemn.
"This time I went to Qingtian Road and saw Bai Yuyao and Shenhe."
Xie Chaoyu turned his head and looked at the extremely young woman beside him, but said nothing.
"There is naturally nothing to say about the story of the Sword Sect in the World. People in the world know it well and it is difficult to be kind." Xie Chunxue said calmly, and then solemnly took out the small box Bai Yuyao gave her from his arms. .
"But Bai Yuyao gave me something."
Xie Chaoyu squinted his eyes and looked at the rather delicate box with the word "囍" on it for a long time.
Xie Chunxue calmly pulled off the word "囍" and held it in his hand.
Xie Chaoyu sighed and turned his head. At the edge of the white flower forest in the distance, there seemed to be a Taoist peering vaguely. When Xie Chaoyu turned his eyes, he hurriedly turned his head back.
Xie Chunxue listened to Xie Chaoyu's sigh and said slowly: "It seems you know what's inside."
The Taoist with a white bun squinted his eyes and slightly raised his head to look at the vast sea, and said softly: "The remaining pages of "The Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" were lost in Huaidu."
The divination operator can naturally see many things.
It’s just that they often don’t want to mention it.
That page was lost so long ago that not even the original Qingtian Dao knew about it. After all, the "Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" fell into the hands of Qingtian Dao after Huaidu.
Xie Chunxue looked at Xie Chaoyu quietly, and also turned his head, looking at the East China Sea. The morning light on earth was beginning to appear, and the orange light was still floating in the sea everywhere, just like at dusk, but it was more Cooler.
"It seems like you have a headache about the return of this page."
Xie Chaoyu said softly: "What did Bai Yuyao tell you back then?"
Xie Chunxue was silent for a while and said in a heavy voice: "The way for people to become immortals lies in this."
Xie Chaoyu said calmly: "Yes, the way for people to become immortals lies in it, but Huai still hasn't done anything yet. Instead, he entrusted this fragment of page to you and sent it to Queyimen. You should also It can be seen that such a thing is naturally not a trivial matter."
The Taoist turned around and looked at the distant human world to the west of the missing door.
Such a White Moon Mirror is naturally far away from the human world. Even the coast cannot be seen. All that can be seen in all directions, except for some tiny islands in the sea, is the wall of the sky.
"What your Majesty has never dared to do rashly, you have to give it to Que Yimen."
Xie Chaoyu sighed endlessly.
Xie Chunxue lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand for a long time, and then the white snow sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, falling and hovering in front of him in the morning light.
"If it's really difficult to handle, just set it on fire."
Xie Chaoyu turned around and looked at the woman in white for a long time.
The latter's expression didn't look like he was joking, on the contrary, he was extremely dignified and serious.
"Are you willing?"
Xie Chaoyu looked at her and asked.
Xie Chunxue said calmly: "I am a sword cultivator."
Since he is not a Taoist, he is a little less pious towards Li Queyi's things.
Xie Chaoyu sighed and took the box from Xie Chunxue's hand.
"I can not let it go."
Xie Chunxue raised her hand and grasped the sword, put it back into the sheath behind her, looked at the Taoist and said, "Since you have been reluctant to let go of it from the beginning to the end, why bother with this?"
The Taoist was silent, then turned and walked towards the White Moon Mirror.
Xie Chunxue also turned around and walked towards the forest of white flowers.
Only halfway through, I heard the Taoist saying quietly on the winding steps: "Have you not been struggling for a long time?"
The face of the woman in white who was carrying the Snow White Sword was a little blushing, and then she said without looking back: "Children should stop interfering in adults' matters."
Xie Chunxue naturally knew what the Taoist said was entangled.
The young Taoist who had been hiding in the white flower forest also knew it.
So when Xie Chunxue walked through the white flower forest and walked to a hut with the sea on the edge of the floating island, he saw Ye Zhuliu sitting there with a solemn expression. Countless rhymes were flowing around him, turning into thousands of hexagrams. Xiang also has a mirror in front of him, with chaotic light spots flowing in the mirror.
"What are you doing?"
Xie Chunxue asked with some confusion.
Ye Zhuliu said melancholy: "I'm thinking that if I go back today, there is a chance that I will be beaten by my master."
After all, there is no sadness in a sentence.
Even an ignorant little kid can hear it.
Xie Chunxue didn't speak for a long time, so Ye Zhuliu raised his head curiously, and saw the woman in white looking at him with a half-smile.
"Aren't you very brave?"
"..."
Ye Zhuliu calculated for a long time, but still couldn't figure out anything. After all, Xie Chaoyu has three views in the world. If he was calculated like this, he would be sorry for the name Bu Suanzi.
The young Taoist turned around and looked around, but the woman in white was no longer at the wooden house, and the fishing rod that was originally placed on the shelf not far away was gone.
Probably went fishing behind the house again.
Ye Zhuliu put away the mirror, stood up, and walked along the white flower path to the back of the house. Sure enough, he saw the woman sitting on a pony by the island, holding a fishing rod in one hand and holding her chin in the other. She was very quiet there. fishing.
The young Taoist didn't walk over, he just leaned against a white flower tree behind the house and looked at it with a smile.
After a long time, the Taoist turned around and walked towards the house again.
This time it was not about counting, Ye Zhuliu walked straight through the path towards the White Moon Mirror.
It can't be calculated anyway, and it will be beaten anyway.
So it's better to ask directly and see when the fortune teller will recover from his injury and wander around the world again.
After all, this old Taoist is missing a door.
Ye Zhuliu was very panicked.
...
Xie Chaoyu did not recuperate at the bottom of the White Moon Mirror, but went to the top of the White Moon.
The little Taoist boy was sitting there.
When Wang Xiaohua heard the footsteps, she thought it was the senior brother named Ye Zhuliu, who should have been at peace but always felt a little guilty for no reason, coming again.
After all, during these days, he was probably worried that the little Taoist boy would not be used to being in one of the missing disciplines, so this senior brother would come to see the little Taoist boy from time to time.
But when she turned around and saw a Taoist with gray hair walking on the road above the moon, the little Taoist was also stunned for a moment. After all, she had not seen her master come out for some days. .
After being stunned for a while, Wang Xiaohua stood up and looked at Bu Suanzi with some surprise.
"Master, why are you here?"
Bu Suanzi lifted up his Taoist robe, sat down next to Wang Xiaohua, and said softly: "Come sit here and enjoy the breeze."
Wang Xiaohua scratched her head. Although she felt a little weird, she still sat down together.
An old man and a young man sat quietly on the top of the white moon as the sun gradually rose.
After a long time, the old Taoist beside him suddenly turned his head and looked at the little Taoist boy seriously.
"If there is such a box, if you open it, it may make the world a better place, or it may bring countless bad things."
The old Taoist turned his head and continued: "Will you open it and see what's inside?"
The little Taoist boy looked at the figure of the old Taoist who had become a little thinner at some point. He tilted his head and thought quietly for a long time.
"A box like that, is it me?"
The little Taoist boy said softly.
Bu Suanzi was stunned for a moment, of course people don't know everything.
For example, this Taoist did not expect that the little Taoist boy would associate those things with himself.
The Taoist raised his hand and touched the little Taoist boy's head.
"Not really."
Bu Suanzi took out the box from his arms.
"There was a missing door and now there really is a box like this."
The little Taoist boy looked at the box with some confusion, thinking that this box just looked more refined. Could there be some evil spirit hidden inside?
Or is it another ghost spirit?
The little Taoist boy seemed to smell a very light fragrance.
So I put my nose to it and smelled it.
"It seems to have some fragrance."
The Taoist said softly: "Because there is a tea cake inside."
"All right."
What could tea cakes mean?
The little Taoist boy was very puzzled.
But looking at the old Taoist's expression, it was probably indeed an extremely serious matter.
So the little Taoist boy sat there with his face in his hands, facing the sea breeze, thinking seriously.
It's just something like this. It's obvious that no matter who thinks about it, it's difficult to come up with results.
As the Taoist boy thought about it, his thoughts began to wander, and he looked blankly at the Taoist beside him.
Why do people like them always seem to have so many worries?
"The higher you stand, the less freedom you have."
The old Taoist seemed to have guessed what the little Taoist boy who had been looking at him was thinking.
Sighing softly.
"Fighting with fear is like facing an abyss or walking on thin ice."
This is what Cong Ren once said to Chen Huaifeng on the tomb hill of Nanyi City.
It's probably because of spiritual practice.
Cultivation is never arbitrary.
It is a responsibility to the world.
Therefore, even though Kamigawa knew a lot from the Taoist Saint's notes, he still did nothing.
Instead, he gave the broken page, which had been interpreted in more detail by the Tiangong Division, to Que Yimen.
But Bu Suanzi was horrified. As a Taoist with fluttering robes in the world, he was known as a Taoist who was three feet away from his destiny, but he came to ask such a little Taoist boy blankly.
