"What do you want to do?" Chu Mo looked complicated.
"I didn't want to do anything!"
Xuan Ye said softly: "I've been away for so long, and I want to go back and have a look!"
"You are seeking death!"
"I don't want to live anymore!"
Chu Mo sighed softly: "Don't forget that you left the Maoshan Sect as a guilty person. Your master is still your master, but the Maoshan Sect is not your destination!"
Xuan Ye smiled bitterly: "With my humble cultivation like an ant, what threat can I pose to the Maoshan Sect?"
Chu Mo corrected: "That is the threat posed by Maoshan Sect to you! What does all this have to do with you?"
“What happens happens!”
Xuan Ye is still stubborn: "I am a member of Maoshan in life, and I am the soul of Maoshan in death. Everything the Maoshan Sect has given me, I will ultimately repay the Maoshan Sect..."
"You are hopeless!"
Chu Mo hated that iron could not become steel: "If you insist on it, I won't follow you."
Xuan Ye nodded: "Forget it! This shop will be my final destination, can you help me?"
Chu Mo was stunned for a long time and did not respond.
Xuan Ye sighed softly and turned to leave.
As he was leaving, Chu Mo spoke with a somewhat bleak tone: "Wait a minute!"
Xuan Ye turned around, with a trace of expectation and a trace of inquiry in his eyes.
Chu Mo fumbled for something from his chest and threw it over: "Is it worth it for a woman?"
"You won't understand!"
Xuan Ye took the thing and thanked him with a solemn salute: "I don't say thank you for the great kindness, and the mountains will remain green and the water will flow forever. Farewell!"
…
The relationship between Chu Mo and Xuanye is irreversible. That day Xuan Ye was drunk and confided his concerns to Chu Mo.
"She's getting engaged!"
"The daughter of the great elder of Gezao Sect, Zong Yunyun?"
"Um!"
"with who?"
"Young Master of Shushan!"
Xuan Ye smiled with tears in his eyes: "I should bless her, right?"
Chu Mo shook his head: "No, a real man should take her back!"
Xuan Ye held back tears: "Chu Mo, you don't understand! You will never understand! I acted willfully back then, and it was Master who shouldered everything for me. Even if he was expelled, for me It's just a big punishment but a small warning..."
"Do you think you can return to Maoshan Sect in this life?"
Chu Mo woke up the dreamer with a word: "Why do you want to accuse me? You are just emotionally involved with Zong Yunyun, but are you stealing the secret treasure of the Gezao Sect as they said?"
Xuan Ye was speechless.
"To put it bluntly, we are still afraid that the Maoshan Sect and Gezao Sect will marry and restrict the development of the Maoshan Sect!"
Chu Mo sighed endlessly: "You don't know what the marriage between Maoshan Sect and Gezao Sect means, right? If the powerful way of the Zhengyi Alliance reappears in the world, which sect can accept it?"
"In recent years, the Gezao Sect has obtained the eternal life ticket of Shu Mountain and has developed rapidly; only Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain have gradually withered away. Any fool knows the reason for this, right?"
Xuan Ye knew this and was unwilling to give in.
The reluctance is not because of his cowardice, but because his actions will bring great disaster to his master.
"I really want to see her again, even if it's just from a distance."
…
"I'm getting engaged, and the other party is the young master of Shushan."
When saying this, Zong Yunyun looked calm.
"Oh, ah haha, this is a good thing, a good thing..." Xuan Ye smiled a little reluctantly.
"Xuan Ye, do you know what I hate most about you?"
Zong Yunyun's face was cold: "I find it very difficult for you to admit something in person!"
Zong Yunyun left without any hesitation.
This separation is forever.
Xuan Ye murmured in a low voice: "Yunyun, I bear the righteousness of the sect, how can I carelessly stay with you forever? If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be a disciple of Maoshan anymore, and I will try my best to be with you Together!”
…
Within Maoshan Sect.
It was a small cave with a simple stone table, two stone benches, and a futon. An old Taoist wearing a gray robe sat cross-legged.
He had a kind face and his clothes were spotless; his hair was meticulously combed and simply pulled into a Tai Chi bun.
It can be seen that this is a person who loves life.
I don't know how long I kept this posture.
"well!"
The old Taoist sighed slightly and opened his eyes: "My disciple Xuan Ye, are you back? This day has come again..."
The old Taoist seemed to have something in his heart, so he left the mountain early and met Xuan Ye outside the Maoshan Sect.
"Master, we have been apart for decades, how are you doing now?"
Xuan Ye smiled: "Disciple misses you!"
The old Taoist's face was complicated: "My disciple, Master can't help you and makes this disciple suffer too much!"
Xuan Ye shook his head: "Master, you said that this is the disciple's disaster, and the disciple cannot avoid it!"
There was great sadness on the old Taoist's face, and his voice was trembling: "Disciple, have you really made your decision? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Xuan Ye chuckled: "It's nothing more than being an enemy of the Taoist sects in the world, and I don't care. In my heart, you will always be my master, and I will always be your disciple. With these years of friendship, for my disciple , I am very satisfied! Master, my disciple has never met a woman who I can treat so lovingly in these years. Can you please help me?"
After saying that, Xuan Ye knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Until blood overflowed from his forehead.
When the old Taoist saw this, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"No matter what, no matter what! Everything is determined by fate!"
The old Taoist wiped away his tears: "Over the years, I have tried my best to satisfy my disciples in whatever they want. This time, my disciples are pursuing their own happiness, and this will not be an exception. I have brought you what you want... Remember , As long as you are alive, there is hope; if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood!"
Xuan Ye knelt down again: "Disciple, please remember Master's teachings!"
"Go, go!" The old man seemed to have aged by more than ten years for a moment.
"Master, this disciple has not come today."
The old man remained silent.
"Master, this disciple has not come today!"
The old Taoist turned his back, waited for a long time, and finally nodded.
Xuanye went to Shushan alone.
…
Chu Mo, who was at the foot of the mountain, had been living on pins and needles for the past few days and was in unbearable pain. Unfortunately, it was miserable.
"Perhaps for Xuan Ye, even if he goes through endless reincarnations, living a lonely and empty life without a loved one will be in vain. At the last moment, the moth flies into the flame and his soul flies away, but it is enough to be called brilliant."
Xuan Ye's shop is simple, even shabby. On the counter were the remaining four images that Xuan Ye thought were perfect, but no one had ever looked at them.
"How lonely must he be to not want to live?"
Chu Mo didn't understand and didn't want to understand.
Suddenly one day, an old monk who traveled around came to the small mountain village. The old monk came to visit as if he already had a goal.
"Amitabha, the poor monk is polite!"
The old monk was dressed in pure white monk's robes and had a kind-hearted appearance, just like a truly enlightened master. He chanted the Buddha's name: "Little donor, can I ask for some food?"
Chu Mo admired the real master so much that he hurriedly said: "Master, please come in quickly. If you don't mind, I will make a meal for you with my own hands!"
"Amitabha!"
The old monk chanted the Buddhist words again: "If so, thank you so much to the little benefactor!"
"Master, please sit down casually for now while I, this junior, will prepare you a vegetarian meal!" Chu Mo greeted the old monk and entered the kitchen alone.
Chu Mo's cooking skills are not bad. Which of his senior brothers and that old bastard master has not been defeated by Chu Mo's pomegranate skirt because of his cooking skills?
In just one cup of tea, Chu Mo brought a bowl of plain noodles to the old monk.
"Master, please use it!"
"Thank you, little benefactor."
Chu Mo said, walked to the engraving counter and played with the small objects.
Since Xuan Ye left, Chu Mo had nothing to do. When I'm free and bored, I carve some small things by myself. After a few days, I can barely control the strength of the knife in my hand.
The small carved objects are countless times better than the four-faced objects made by Xuan Ye. Ever since, Chu Mo decided to start with the twelve zodiac signs.
As the knife shook, the solid wood in his hand continued to fall into pieces, gradually taking shape... Not long after, a small mouse was born, which could barely be called lifelike.
"The little benefactor's carving skills are truly superb!"
At some point, the old monk suddenly walked behind Chu Mo silently and spoke suddenly.
"What the hell, Master is commending this junior!"
Chu Mo looked "humble" and sighed: "I have been obsessed with it all day long these days, but I can only barely carve it to a god-like level. One carving is broad and profound. I don't know if I can reach the realm of a true sculpting master in this life. "
"In the opinion of the poor monk, the young benefactor will definitely become the most outstanding sculptor in the future!" The old monk praised without hesitation.
Chu Mo smiled: "Then let me borrow the good words from the master!"
As if he thought of something, Chu Mo asked: "You haven't asked the master for his name yet?"
The old monk said: "The poor monk's Dharma name is coming!"
Chu Mo nodded and bowed politely: "Master Yunlai, you are polite!"
"You are so polite, little donor..." The old monk was hesitant to speak.
Chu Mo observed his words: "Master, if you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to say it directly!"
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief: "The poor monk kindly asks the young benefactor to give the poor monk a wood carving. How about it?"
Chu Mo smiled: "No problem!"
"Amitabha!"
The old monk also smiled: "In the future, the poor monk will pray for the little benefactor at Donglai Mountain."
"Master, don't worry."
Chu Mo looked deeply at the old monk and smiled half-heartedly: "If Master wants it, all the wood carvings in this room are available to Master. Why should you be so polite?"
The old monk was stunned: "How can the little donor say this?"
Chu Mo smiled: "Master is not an ordinary person, right? Ordinary people definitely can't give this junior this kind of feeling... After spending time with you for a long time, it seems that I will be exaggerated by your aura. The feeling you give me is like a great way, which is hard to understand; It also makes the younger generation feel like a spring breeze and benefit a lot.”
The old monk pondered for a long time and then said: "Amitabha! Little donor, you are indeed extraordinary!"
Chu Mo understood that this was also the old monk's indirect admission that he was not an ordinary person.
Now it's a big gift.
The old monk pretended to be surprised: "Why does the little donor need to give such a big gift?"
Chu Mo said seriously: "There have been many temptations just now, master, don't blame me!"
The old monk smiled heartily: "It shouldn't have happened."
"Master, I have something to ask of you!"
Chu Mo's attitude was sincere: "Junior, please help me."
The old monk sighed slightly: "The poor monk understands what you want. But the poor monk cannot intervene!"
Chu Mo was puzzled: "Why?"
"The battle between Buddhism and Taoism is also about luck. Although Buddhism and Taoism both educate people, their principles and concepts are quite different."
The old monk sighed: "The bliss of Buddhism is in the West, and it is difficult to gain a foothold in the world. If a poor monk interferes with Taoist affairs, in an instant, the holy land of Buddhism will fall like a mountain... Although the little benefactor has been kind to the poor monk, but once We weigh the pros and cons, but don’t make things difficult for the poor monk.”
Chu Mo couldn't accept it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
After all, the old monk couldn't bear it: "Although the poor monk cannot take action personally, he can still do it indirectly by causing a trace of cause and effect."
Chu Mo was overjoyed: "Master, please speak!"
"Maybe there is someone who can save him!"
The old monk said: "The world knows very little about that person's existence. The poor monk can only observe the tip of the iceberg..."
Chu Mo asked cautiously: "Who is that existence?"
The old monk whispered: "No one knows the name of that existence. The poor monk can only vaguely guess that he was born out of Maoshan Sect. He is deeply involved with your playmate's master... If you can invite him to come out, This can be done!”
Chu Mo asked tentatively: "What kind of cultivation does that person have? Is he a legendary immortal?"
"Fairy?"
The old monk smiled bitterly: "Maybe there really is an immortal in this world! Who knows, no one has seen it! But the peak cultivation level of that existence is not as good as that of a true immortal, but it is not much different."
Chu Mo asked again: "Master, what is your cultivation level?"
The old monk smiled and said, "Asking about cultivation is the same as asking about property. It is taboo in the world."
Chu Mo smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, Master..."
The old monk bowed his hands: "For a poor monk, there is nothing wrong with it. As for the poor monk's cultivation, it is still very easy to save a being at the level of a fierce ghost..."
In Chu Mo's view, there is no difference between saving and killing. His old bastard master can also easily kill Li Gui.
Then, the old monk said, "Can I trouble you little friend to carve a one-foot-long wooden sculpture in the shape of a poor monk?"
Although Chu Mo doesn't know the art of carving, he also knows that people can't be carved easily. But since the old monk asked, I had no choice but to comply.
As night approached, Chu Mo finished carving. The dust on it was blown away, revealing the true appearance of the sculpture.
I dare not say that they are exactly the same, but they are very similar.
The old monk thanked him with satisfaction and stood up to say goodbye.
"Master, it's getting late. Can we set off tomorrow?"
"Amitabha, don't disturb the little donor. See you later."
"Master, I'll see you off!"
"Little benefactor, stay."
Stepping under the moonlight, the old monk murmured to himself: "When great luck comes, how long will it take for the wood carvings carved by this hand to absorb the power of faith and transform into immortals?"
…
When the old monk left, Chu Mo asked the last question.
What is love and love in this world?
He felt unworthy for Xuan Ye!
The old monk's response was quite Zen-like: Buddha said: It is worth breaking the world of mortals; Tao said: The great road is ruthless. Compared to the bliss of the West, compared to the ruthless heaven, feelings are what makes the world addicted to them. But the world is not awake?
not necessarily!
People who are outside the incident are least qualified to comment!
…
Life is a long road, who can take a few steps forward?
Perhaps for Xuan Ye, this mistake was all the way.
