Of course, the world cannot be the same.
Even the young boys who were together in Luofeng Canyon had different fates.
While Lu Xiaoer was trudging along the path of certain stories in the south, Lu Xiaosan was eating roast duck hot pot in the East China Sea.
The pine cones were chirping there, pulling at the fragrant and soft roast duck skin cooked in the hot pot.
Le Chaotian was by the window, holding a pair of chopsticks and sticking his head out of the window, wondering what he was looking at.
Lu Xiaosan was not afraid of the heat, so he took out a roast duck leg from the pot, took it in his hand and ate it, and then looked at Le Chaotian strangely.
"Uncle, what are you looking at?"
Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time, then retracted his head and sat upright - this look really didn't look like this Taoist's style.
But this action probably made Lu Xiaosan more confused. He spread his fingers to wipe the corners of his mouth, ran to Le Chaotian's side, and looked out the window.
It's a pity that in such a small town, there is probably nothing to see except some pedestrians on the road and smoke from cooking stoves.
Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, then retracted his head with some confusion and looked at Le Chaotian who was still sitting there strangely.
Just when he was about to ask something, Le Chaotian suddenly pulled the dipping bowl over, tilted his head and thought for a while, then tentatively tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks.
Song Guo was still working hard, not paying attention to what the two of them were doing.
Lu Xiaosan was chewing on the roast duck leg while listening to what Le Chaotian was knocking.
After a long time, he said suspiciously: "This doesn't seem to be Huaian's song?"
As the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. No matter how little Lu Xiaosan paid attention to learning music, he followed such a Taoist who played music all day long, and he still learned a lot through his ears and eyes.
When Le Chaotian heard this sentence, there was a smile on his lips, nodded and said, "Yes."
Lu Xiaosan seemed to have some interest and crossed the bench where Le Chaotian was sitting. Song Guo glanced here at this time. Seeing this scene, he thought that the young boy would sit on it, but Lu Xiaosan After crossing the bench, he jumped up and squatted directly on it, like an uncivilized monkey.
"Boom!"
When Song Guo heard this, he burst out laughing.
Because of the jump, the gourd behind him hit the back of his head. The little boy looked at the pine cone with a bang.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Guo lowered his head and continued to pull the plump roast duck skin in the hot pot. He suppressed a smile and said, "I think of happy things."
"..."
Lu Xiaosan rubbed his head, and did not care about Song Guo, a fool with a very low smile. He squatted on a bench and looked at Le Chaotian, who was tapping the bowl with chopsticks and trying to make music.
After a long time, the tones flowing out of Zi Le Chaotian's hands gradually became smoother - the Taoist probably finally found some feeling that was not Huaian's music.
Lu Xiaosan actually admired such an uncle.
It seems that in his hands, there is nothing that cannot be made into music.
The little boy looked in amazement at the Taoist who was thoughtfully knocking on the seasoning bowl filled with chopped green onion, minced garlic and spicy oil.
Of course, singing by striking a building can also be singing by striking a chopstick.
Probably the only thing that confused Lu Xiaosan was that he had never heard such a style of music before, and it seemed to have some ancient connotations.
Perhaps he guessed what the young boy at the side who had even forgotten to eat the roast duck leg was wondering about. Le Chaotian tapped the bowl and chopsticks while looking out the window, which was a south-facing window.
"This is a famous piece of ancient Chu..."
Le Chaotian looked long and hard at the twilight sky.
"Goddess Endowment."
Lu Xiaosan had a look of extreme amazement on his face. Even though he was chewing on the roast duck skin and tugging at the pine cones, he suddenly looked up.
"Let me hear it."
Lu Xiaosan squatted there with some anticipation.
Le Chaotian smiled slightly, turned back, and sat there with an upright posture.
So in the twilight clouds, in the distant wind, this Taoist from the Thirteenth Layer of Daohai struck chopsticks and sang loudly.
"The beauty of the goddess is filled with the beauty of yin and yang."
"It's so beautiful to be covered with flowers and algae, just like the wings of emerald."
"Its appearance is unparalleled and its beauty is boundless."
"Mao Qiang's jacket is not formal enough, and Xi Shi covers her face, which is colorless in comparison."
“It’s beautiful when you’re close, but it’s promising when you’re far away.”
"There are many wonderful bone techniques, which should be the image of the king."
.....
"So I waved my ornaments, sang the jade luan, straightened my clothes, and trimmed my face... I was alone in my private thoughts, who can say anything? I shed my tears in melancholy, and I pray for it till dawn."
The scholar stood quietly in the middle of the swamp, beside the flowers, grass and rocks somewhere under a high mountain platform, reading the concluding lines of such an ancient poem with great sadness.
That volume of book has long been put aside, and the writing on it is gradually drying up. The scholar who has been holding such a volume since returning from the swamp may have already finished writing such a story. .
So I put down my pen and ink and stood there quietly looking at such a high platform of clouds and mist.
There is light pouring from the sky, divine power flowing, and the wind blowing from the swamp, making everything feel comfortable.
The scholar named Ziyuan read for a long time, then silently picked up the volume and slowly walked onto the ivy suspension bridge in the fog that a certain Qingtian Taoist once walked.
After walking for a long time, such a scholar finally crossed such a hanging bridge and appeared on the high platform of clouds and mist.
That huge, lush and ancient tree still stands on the high platform. With the flow of those divine powers, countless flowers and plants are blooming in it, swaying under the sky, as inviolable as the glow of rain and dew.
But such a scholar still walked up to the high platform, holding the book behind his back, leaned down, and picked a flower that was born from divine power on the high platform.
Its stem is green, with wide and hanging leaves, and its calyx leaves are white, wrapped in a light green and almost white pearl.
The people in the mountains are fragrant, and they drink from stone springs and are shaded by pines and cypresses.
This is a line from the "Rites to the Gods and Mountain Ghosts" rewritten by Lingjun of ancient Chu for the gods and ghosts.
Zi Yuan looked at the Du Ruo in his hand for a long time, and the wind gradually blew in the world. The Du Ruo stood in the wind, and after leaving the last touch of fragrance, it gradually withered.
The scholar didn't sigh at all, he just calmly put the withered plant into the volume of books, and then walked step by step through the flowers and plants blooming in the mist peaks of the Yunshan Mountains, and stopped under the ancient tree. .
There was a lot of nostalgia in Ziyuan's eyes, and he looked up at the ancient tree, as if there was still a woman wearing a black dress and stepping on the ancient branches with bare feet.
Mountain ghost, mountain ghost.
The scholar sighed softly and placed the volume on a root that curved outside the soil under the tree.
On the scroll, there are three ancient Chu characters with extremely heavy writing.
it's for.
"Ode to the Goddess".
The scholar put down his book, turned around and headed towards the bottom of the high platform.
But when he was about to leave, the scholar standing by the suspension bridge on the main peak of Wushan Mountain still looked back.
The scholar knew it very well.
After this glance, the ancient story of humans and gods and ghosts is finally coming to an end.
...
"Why haven't I heard a story like this before?"
Lu Xiaosan was holding the gourd in his arms. He was so full that he had to walk slowly on the streets of the town to eat.
Pinecone was holding his own belly like a pinecone, probably also full.
The only one who was not full was Le Chaotian, who had been beating chopsticks and singing.
The Taoist looked at Lu Xiaosan with a slight smile and said, "If you have lived for a thousand years and haven't heard of it, that is indeed your problem, but you are only twelve years old, and you have heard of human stories again. How many?"
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully while holding the gourd, but he didn't know what he thought of again. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly looked at Le Chaotian eagerly.
"Uncle Master."
"Um?"
Le Chaotian looked at the young boy with some doubts, and when he saw the excited light in his eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
What kind of monster is this kid trying to do?
However, Lu Xiaosan really didn’t have any thoughts of being a monster this time. He stopped seriously, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "How about we become storytellers. First, we will wander around the world and listen to all the stories. Then I went and said, Uncle Master, you will be playing the music next to you. Pinecone...um...Pinecone, you will be there to collect the money."
"?"
Pinecone was furious.
"Why can I only collect money? Why aren't you collecting money?"
Lu Xiaosan thought for a moment and said, "I can also accept money. When someone rewards you with three copper coins, I will deduct two copper coins."
"!"
Pinecone responded quickly.
"Then I'll collect the money."
After the little squirrel was awakened by the young boy, he also realized that this was a very lucrative job.
Lu Xiaosan sneered in his heart. Just kidding, can I, Lu Xiaosan, let you secretly deduct the money?
He plans to find someone to print some audiobook coupons, the value of which is equal to the denomination of money. When they want to reward, they will use the audiobook coupons to reward.
Pinecone, pinecone, if I find that the difference between the audiobook coupons I get back and the ones I sell is too big, just wait for death, hahahahaha!
But the little boy's face remained calm, he looked at Pinecone and said sincerely: "I can rest assured that you are doing the work!"
Pinecone patted his chest.
"Absolutely."
So the two of them looked at Le Chaotian together.
The Taoist just smiled and said: "Of course, but that will take many years. Otherwise, you haven't heard any stories yet, how can you tell them to others?"
Of course, a young boy will have many daydreams in his life, but how many of them can come true? Maybe after some time, I will forget it.
Lu Xiaosan nodded indifferently and began to make calculations in his mind.
When the time comes, I will bring Junior Sister Chu Yao over. Doesn’t she like babbling and singing? She would sing whenever Le Chaotian played a tune, and she would also drag Lu Xiaoxiao over, making this evil evil demon go and bring tea and water to others, and make her spank me every day.
There are also senior brothers and uncles, these two are too pretentious, they might as well just leave the door and become door gods.
Lu Xiaosan thought proudly. He walked more briskly and started singing randomly.
"Happy little fairy, happy little boy."
I want to fly, I want to fly.
Lu Xiaosan was skipping down the street holding a gourd in his arms.
After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered a question and looked back at Le Chaotian, who was walking slowly behind.
"Uncle Master, why did you suddenly play that ancient Chu tune just now?"
Le Chaotian stopped, stood in the twilight, looked back quietly towards the south for a long time, and then said softly: "Because the story of gods and ghosts may be coming to an end."
Lu Xiaosan asked half-informedly: "Isn't the story of gods and ghosts over long ago?"
Le Chaotian said softly: "One of the last notes of those hymns to the gods has fallen into the present world. When it also falls silent, it will really end."
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully.
The three of them continued walking in the town.
"where are we going?"
"I don't know, let's see as we walk."
"Uncle, please don't coax me."
Le Chaotian said softly: "I really don't know about this."
Seeing Le Chaotian's sincerity, Lu Xiaosan did not continue to ask questions and walked away with the gourd in his arms.
He just didn't know why, but he always felt like he had forgotten something again.
.......
The Taoist priest of Shanhe Temple stood quietly in a plain somewhere in the north.
It's not far from Huaidu.
If a Taoist wants to go to Huaidu, it will only take a moment.
The story of such a young man from the East China Sea is still confusing in his destiny. Even a Taoist who claims to be two feet nine away from his destiny still cannot really see through it.
The trajectory of Tiangongsi has far exceeded the logic of the Two Thousand Years Avenue.
The so-called fate, sometimes speaking, is not a matter of experience.
For example, if it rains heavily for several months, the field ridges will inevitably collapse.
Therefore, everyone can naturally see some destiny. It just depends on whether it is three feet, two feet nine, or four hundred and ninety thousand miles.
Li Shi stood there with a calm expression, looking quietly to the south.
If he had not met such a young man in Nanyi City and invited him to play a few games of cards, it would have been difficult for Li Shi to calculate the fate of such an ancient Chu goddess over the years.
Of course, what Cong Ren said about keeping your head high and three feet high is not unreasonable.
A trickle cannot change the momentum of a big river, and a drizzle cannot destroy the foundation of a high cliff.
Li Shi stood there quietly all the time, and the story of the South was about to finally begin to settle.
There may never be much writing about the story of the man in heaven, but it is the most important part of all stories.
The Taoist couldn't help but think of what Chen Yunxi said to him.
Don't feel guilty.
The Taoist sighed softly and lowered his head.
How can people in the world not feel guilty?
How can a person not feel guilty?
Even Chen Yunxi, who spoke such words calmly, silently knelt beside such a young man in Qingshang by the Pingchuan stream somewhere outside Qingtian Road.
So when such a Taoist left some large troops walking in the world in a hurry with many survey drawings, and came towards this plain.
The Taoist was speaking very seriously.
"We don't talk about right and wrong, senior."
Bu Suanzi stood there and coughed softly - some of the injuries caused by the sword intent of Cong Ren and Shen He were still irreversible.
After a long time, the Taoist, who was much older than before, finally stopped, looked at the young Taoist and said, "You should call me uncle."
Li Shi said softly: "But the term "senior" can be more broadly used to describe more people."
Like the white wind and rain, like the blades of grass, like the grass turning into fireflies.
"So that's it."
Bu Suanzi said softly.
This old Taoist who was supposed to be recuperating in the East China Sea, but because of a human story told by a certain Taoist named Xie Cangsheng, had to go to Huaidu to prove his innocence to Shenhe did not look at Li Shi anymore, but only looked at the human world.
Everything is peaceful in the plains of the world, the grass blades are swaying gently in the wind, and a trickle of water rushes away in the distance.
It's just that whether it's Fortune Teller or Li Shi, they can naturally see the wind and rain under the tranquility.
"When did you meet him?"
Bu Suanzi asked slowly.
Li Shi naturally knew who he was referring to. He thought about it seriously and said, "Ten years ago."
Bu Suanzi didn't say much, he just squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and then said softly: "It should indeed be like this."
The old Taoist simply said this sentence and continued without saying anything.
Li Shi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I thought uncle would continue to ask something."
Bu Suanzi stood in the grassland of Pingchuan, coughing, and said calmly: "What should I ask?"
Such a sentence made Li Shi speechless for a moment.
What should the fortune teller ask?
Ask Li Shi how he intends to prove in the story of fate that two feet nine is closer to fate than three feet?
Or should we ask them what thoughts they have in doing these things?
Bu Suanzi didn't ask anything, just stood quietly in the wind.
The wind that came through the mountains and rivers blew the robes of the two Taoists, and even the hair in their buns was a little messy.
After a long time, Li Shicai looked at the temple master who was missing one of his skills with confusion, and said slowly: "So what are you doing here, uncle?"
The fortune teller said calmly: "Because your and my destiny will start from here."
Li Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at the aging Taoist standing in the wind for a long time.
But before the young Taoist said anything, he suddenly turned his head and looked toward the southwest of the world.
There seemed to be a faint sound of bells coming from the human wind in that direction.
It is very long and gentle, but in such a story with such an artistic conception, it is inevitable that this Taoist will be astonished as if he heard about Hong Zhong Da Lu.
This Taoist from Shanhe Temple squinted his eyes and looked in that direction for a long time, which was far away, close to the direction of Shanhe Temple on the other side of Lu Ming.
After a long time, Li Shi turned back, looked at the old Taoist and asked softly: "Where does the bell come from?"
Bu Suanzi stood there quietly, raising his legs and heading towards Huaidu. After a long time, the young Taoist standing in the wind of Pingchuan finally heard a very calm word.
"Comes from destiny."
