Qingtian said.
Bai Yuyao stood quietly in front of the white temples. Qin Chulai and Mei Xiyu stood silently behind the barefoot woman in plain clothes, looking at the white temples in the mountains with complicated expressions.
"So, in fact, my uncle was not confused at first. He misremembered the eighteen white temples instead of nineteen."
Bai Yuyao spoke in a gentle tone, and her voice was like the little white flowers swaying with the morning dew on the roadside in June morning.
"Back then, Qingtian Dao did have nineteen white temples."
Qin Chulai was silent for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "There are eighteen small white temples and one big white temple."
That one refers to the entire Qingtian Road.
This Taoist with a faint sword mark on his eyebrows suddenly became curious. When Bai Yuyao asked his uncle to burn Qingtian Dao Bai Guan, did he ever think about lighting a fire in the entire Qingtian Dao?
After thinking about it, Qin Chulai seemed to have some clarity again - he seemed to understand why the uncle, the teacher, suddenly brought a descendant of the previous Qingtian Taoist temple back to the mountain after he burned those white temples.
Isn't this a fire?
It's just that this is a gentle, peaceful fire that tries to burn out the story of Qingtian Dao in the years with the excesses of the next generation.
The Taoists seemed speechless.
Qingtian Dao is indeed the largest white temple in the world.
In the final analysis, they, the masters and uncles, are the continuation of Bai Fengyu's story.
Mei Xiyu just stood there in silence. After a long time, he said softly: "So whether Bai Guan is nineteen or eighteen has nothing to do with the stories of today's human world?"
Bai Yuyao smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "How can it not matter? A single seed of yellow rice, blown to Huai'an, can bring about the scene of ghost faces and flowers blooming that made the world extremely panic. Things in the world, It’s never an absolute separation.”
The woman in a plain Taoist robe turned around and looked quietly at the Taoist temples behind the forest that looked like green bamboos in the sky.
"I think Xie Cangsheng must have been in Bai Guanzhong and met some people."
When Qin Chulai finally found twenty years of cloud and rain records in such a stargazing yamen, he finally remembered such a Taoist from back then.
Thank you Cangsheng.
Such a Taoist who can be said to be from Qingtian Dao, a Taoist who should have become famous among Qingtian Dao, suddenly left Qingtian Dao one day twenty years ago.
Qin Chulai vaguely remembered that he had lamented about this back then.
But he thought that might be a good thing.
Xuanxuyuan is certainly a good place, and it is a great ambition to lead the world with culture.
If you really have this long-cherished wish, of course it's not a bad idea.
It's just that things in the world are always in a hurry.
You may not even know what will happen tomorrow, so how can you see so far ahead?
Mei Xiyu stood aside silently, looking at Bai Yuyao with a complicated expression.
Naturally, this Taoist who was thirty years old would not know the story of twenty years ago. It's just such a piece of news that undoubtedly makes it difficult for Taoists to believe it.
It turns out that the story of the human world is really the wind rising in the sky?
After being silent for a long time, Mei Xiyu said softly: "How should I go back and explain to His Majesty?"
Bai Yuyao was very calm and indifferent about this matter. He glanced at Mei Xiyu with a smile and said, "Just admit it truthfully. Moreover, since clues have been revealed about some things, it is impossible for Huaidu to fail to investigate them with his ability. to these things.”
Mei Xiyu bowed and said softly: "As the temple master said."
Bai Yuyao nodded and said, "Go."
Mei Xiyu turned around and left.
Qin Chulai and Bai Yuyao still stood in front of those Baiguan for a long time.
After a long time, the Taoist who liked to run around and had a sword mark on his eyebrow said sadly: "Is the Qingtian Taoist really going to burn down the last Baiguan?"
The last white temple on Qingtian Road is Qingtian Road itself.
The so-called burning, of course, is not really burning, but just as a teacher uncle wishes, Jiang Shanxue becomes the next temple master of Qingtian Dao.
Bai Yuyao turned around and glanced at Qin Chulai, and said softly: "Why do you want to burn it?"
Qin Chulai sighed and said: "After Xie Cangsheng's incident is known to the world, Qingtian Dao will inevitably return to the world's sight again. People will always think of the storms of the past hundred years again. Can Qingtian Dao really be stable? Sitting in the green mountains?"
This was probably the reason why Qin Chulai left Huaidu in a hurry.
In such a story, he saw the momentum that might make Qingtian Road overturn again.
Bai Yuyao said calmly: "Qingtian Dao has a clear conscience, so naturally there is no need to do such things."
Qin Chulai was silent for a long time, then looked at Bai Yuyao with great sincerity and said, "What if I have a guilty conscience, Master?"
Bai Yuyao looked at the Taoist silently for a long time, then turned around and headed towards Shanyao Residence.
"If you have a guilty conscience, then show your sincerity and show it to the world."
Qin Chulai stood there quietly, looking back at the Baiguan community.
There, there used to be this Taoist master.
...
In the courtyard in the forest from Qingshan to the big lake in the back mountain.
Qin Chulai knocked on the very silent courtyard door.
The Taoist Qin Zailai, who looked exactly like Qin Chulai, opened the door with a calm expression.
The two seemed to be looking into a mirror that was stained with dirt - that's why there was such a sword mark between Qin Chulai's eyebrows.
Qin Chulai and Qin Zailai were naturally not brothers.
Those disciples who entered the temple later were often quite curious about the relationship between these two Taoists.
If not a brother, not a relative or a friend, then what is it?
Qin Chulai looked at the Taoist in front of him quietly for a long time, and then said with a soft smile: "One of us will die."
Qin Zailai narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist who said such a thing very relaxedly for a long time.
How can a matter of life and death be spoken of in such an understatement?
This is something that even Taoist saints and saints lament.
After a long time, this Taoist, who always looked old-fashioned and indifferent, said lightly: "Go to hell."
He didn't ask what happened.
Or perhaps, when Qin Chulai suddenly knocked on the door of his courtyard, the Taoist had already understood something.
Qingtian Dao is probably going to fall into the whirlpool of the world again.
So he calmly said, "Go and die."
This is probably reasonable.
Qin Chulai could also understand. The Taoist with sword marks on his eyebrows smiled slightly and said: "It is indeed me who should die. After all, you have a disciple named Mei Xiyu, but I don't."
Those who have no worries are best suited to die.
Qin Zailai nodded, then turned and walked into the courtyard.
Qin Chulai calmly closed the courtyard door for him, then turned around and walked back along the path.
The wind in June is blowing quietly on such a green mountain, the grass and trees on the roadside are swaying, and in the distance there is a large clear lake with ripples of light.
Qin Chulai walked quietly along the way, reaching out to brush the grass blades beside the road. Perhaps some grass blades caught the Taoist's robe, showing that he was very nostalgic.
But the vegetation is merciless.
Only Taoists are nostalgic.
If the Taoist had not stretched out his hand, how could those branches and leaves of the human world be entangled in his sleeves?
Qin Chulai walked to the mountain road leading to Shanyao Residence, sat down on the white stone steps, and looked at the world quietly.
The world is turbulent.
The Taoist's mind has not moved.
Sit there calmly.
.......
Before Mei Xiyu left, he planned to say goodbye to Qin Zailai, so he came towards this back mountain.
Then he saw Qin Chulai sitting quietly in the wind on the mountain road.
"Uncle Master, why are you sitting here?"
Mei Xiyu stood behind Qin Chulai and bowed respectfully and asked.
It's just that I haven't waited for such a Taoist answer for a long time.
Mei Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked to Qin Chulai.
At this point, the young Taoist discovered that the Taoist uncle in Guanzhong, with the sword mark between his eyebrows, had passed away peacefully.
Mei Xiyu stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
Perhaps it is really difficult for the Taoist to understand why the uncle who was sighing and sighing in front of Bai Guan just now has left this world in the blink of an eye.
People from Gudaomen like to drown themselves in the washbasin.
But Qin Chulai drowned himself in the wind of the world.
...
Of course what Bai Yuyao said at the beginning was true.
Among the master uncles of Qingtian Dao, there are still many people from the twelfth floor.
.....
Xu Chunhua was helping filter wine in her father's tavern at the end of the town.
Shopkeeper Xu has been nagging melancholy since Xu Chunhua came back.
"I told you not to go to Huaidu, but you insisted on going, but in the end you didn't catch anything and even lost a lot of weight."
Xu Chunhua put down the filter, looked at her father with raised eyebrows and said, "Why have I lost weight? If I lose weight, I will lose weight. Why do you say it so ugly?"
Shopkeeper Xu sneered and said, "Because you are a wild boar and can't eat fine chaff. What's the point of losing fat?"
Xu Chunhua was probably a little unconvinced, and she secretly drank some while filtering the wine. With red cheeks and hands on her hips, she argued with her father.
"Why am I a wild boar?"
Shopkeeper Xu knew that his daughter must have been drinking secretly, so he just hummed and said: "Chen He is such a good young man..."
A trace of complex emotions flashed through Xu Chunhua's eyes as if they were filled with wine, and then dispersed faster.
The small-town girl didn't say plaintive words like that because someone didn't want her.
He just retorted confidently: "Then why can't I be fine chaff and he be wild boar?"
Shopkeeper Xu waved his hands helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, you are fine chaff, you are fine chaff."
Xu Chunhua stopped filtering the wine, picked up a wine jar from the side, poured two spoonfuls of wine into it, and then ran outside with the jar in her arms.
"where you go?"
Shopkeeper Xu poked his head out of the tavern.
Xu Chunhua said without looking back: "You take care of me."
"..."
A small town girl is probably a little different in a small town than in such a vast capital city.
The town is small, and every plant and tree is familiar.
Naturally it will be much freer.
...
When Mei Xiyu returned to the small house by the stream outside the town, Xu Chunhua was holding a wine jar and sipping wine. Girls who grow up in pubs probably always have a good capacity for drinking.
The jar of wine was almost at the bottom, but Xu Chunhua's face was just a little blushing. She didn't talk nonsense, she just sat quietly on the stone by the stream, looking at the flat ground outside the house very seriously.
Mei Xiyu walked over, sat down next to Xu Chunhua, and then reached out to take the jar in Xu Chunhua's hand.
The small-town girl grabbed the edge of the altar and refused to let go.
"I'll take another sip."
Mei Xiyu sighed and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't let you drink it, but I also want to take a sip."
Xu Chunhua looked at this Taoist who always liked Qingxiu in surprise.
"What happened in the temple?"
Mei Xiyu took the wine jar from Xu Chunhua's hand, then brought it to her lips, took a sip, then lowered her head and fell silent. After a long time, she raised her head, looked at the green mountains, and whispered softly. Said: "One of my uncles has died."
Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu in shock.
"who?"
Mei Xiyu thought for a while and said, "It's the Taoist in the town who likes to call him Chu Laizhenren."
At this time, Xu Chunhua thought of a Taoist who often went down the mountain to walk around the world.
Many Taoists in the temple don't like to walk around in the human world, but Qin Chulai may be an exception.
Such a Taoist seems to enjoy running around.
After a long time, Xu Chunhua asked with some confusion: "Zhenlai Zhenlai...how did he die?"
Mei Xiyu sighed.
"I don't know either. When I saw him, he had already emerged on the mountain road outside Shanyaoju."
Of course there are thousands of ways to explain death.
Returned to heaven, went to the River Styx, went to Zhuangsheng Island, walked out of time, passed away, disbanded, and became immortal.
But essentially they are all the same.
That means no longer in the world.
Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu silently, as if the story was always the same. When they sat quietly by the stream, there would always be some stories happening in Qingtian Road.
Mei Xiyu took a sip of wine and continued: "But the temple seemed to be very calm. I went to tell the master, and the master just said calmly. I went to tell the temple owner, and the temple owner just sat by the lake. Unheard of.”
Xu Chunhua didn't say anything. After all, there was something that Mei Xiyu didn't know, so it was certainly impossible for her to know.
The Taoist probably thought about it over and over, but he still couldn't figure out some things. After all, some key information was missing, so it was naturally difficult to figure out some things.
Mei Xiyu returned the wine jar to Xu Chunhua, then looked at Xu Chunhua and said, "What were you looking at just now?"
Xu Chunhua hugged the small wine jar, tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "I'm planning flower beds and vegetable beds."
After drinking some wine, this girl who probably became excited and was no longer as quiet as she was in Huaidu said, stood up, picked up a branch on the side, and scratched there very seriously. said.
"The flower stand will be placed here when the time comes. Plant some flowers on the stand, then plant some flowers in the ground, and then surround it with a fence."
"This is a vegetable plot where you can grow some seasonal dishes like cabbage and radishes."
Xu Chunhua held the branch and scratched traces on the ground, then turned back and looked at Mei Xiyu with a smile and said.
"When you come back, dig a pond by the stream and bring in the water. We can also raise some fish. In the summer, we can watch them blow bubbles with their black backs exposed, and in the winter, we can use them to stew soup."
"Enclose a piece of land behind the house and plant some fruit trees such as plums and plums. Then we will get wine from my father to make fruit wine. You can drink it yourself or sell it for money..."
Xu Chunhua planned it very seriously, while Mei Xiyu listened quietly and said with a smile: "Of course."
The small town girl looked back at the Taoist priest who was sitting there with a slight smile, but felt a little guilty. She threw away the branch in her hand, walked back, squatted next to Mei Xiyu, and said softly: "I Isn’t it bad to assume that you gave up those things of Qingtian Dao without asking for your opinion?”
Of course, Xu Chunhua knew that the Taoists in front of her were at the top level of the entire cultivation world.
Not everyone is Zhang Xiaoyu.
In the story of a hundred years, Qingtian Dao has reappeared as Liu Sanyue.
Mei Xiyu chuckled softly and said: "These are not very conflicting things. And as you know, I don't like to read those noisy and lively stories."
Taoists like the white plum rain in the stream, which is quiet and elegant.
Xu Chunhua sighed and said softly: "But you still have to go back to Huaidu, and then you will definitely be involved in the things like Nan Dao and the Lord Attendant, and you will be exhausted mentally and physically."
Mei Xiyu thought for a while, and then said seriously: "Thinking about how to grow a field of cabbage will be mentally and physically exhausting. In fact, things in the world are the same, it just depends on whether you like it or not."
Of course Mei Xiyu didn't like it. It's just that as a disciple of Qingtian Dao, in such a human story, he naturally needs to bear some responsibilities.
Xu Chunhua just insisted: "This is different. The vegetable fields are not well planted and are deserted. It's just that there will be no seasonal vegetables to eat, and those stories will kill people."
Such a story about the Siwu Demon Mansion really impressed this small town girl.
When she was in the town in the past, she never thought that such a scene would really happen in the world, where countless lives disappeared in a story.
Mei Xiyu said nothing more.
After all, what Xu Chunhua said was indeed true.
Xu Chunhua put down the wine jar and sat down again by the creek rock. The stream was gurgling, and from time to time grass blades fell in it and swirled and drifted away.
Maybe life is like this too.
After a long time, Xu Chunhua smiled softly, looked up at the sky outside the forest, and said slowly: "I suddenly remembered what Chen He said back then."
Mei Xiyu raised an eyebrow and looked at this small town girl.
"What words?"
"Destiny will bring everything to its rightful place."
Xu Chunhua said seriously, then turned to look at Mei Xiyu.
"Go ahead."
"I'll just wait for you."
