On the small street, the rain gradually subsided. Ning Yao turned around and looked at Chen Ping'an, who was breathing calmly and looking calm. Although she didn't like Old Man Yang in her heart, she had to admit that the old man was a real master of the world.
"Old man Yang is not a simple person."
Ning Yao paused for a moment and turned to look at the inconspicuous Yang's shop. The light rain on the street was as moist as crisp. After the rain, the drug shop had soft outlines and hazy water vapor. The girl made some minor modifications on her own: "Old Man Yang
, it’s not simple.”
Chen Ping'an didn't hear the difference between the two. He just hummed and said with a smile: "I used to think that Grandpa Yang was very kind and fair. Now I know that Grandpa Yang is hiding something secretly. Miss Ning, he should be the same."
Can you be considered a practicing person?"
Ning Yao said something that Chen Ping'an couldn't understand, "It's a bit similar, but it's actually different. But to you, there's no difference."
Now at the south end of the covered bridge, Chen Ping'an, who had survived the disaster, looked back at the girl in green. The young man's mood was also very different.
When she heard the footsteps, she stood up with a shy smile. Seeing the boy in straw sandals and the girl in green robe standing side by side, the girl with a ponytail looked a little embarrassed. Chen Pingan did not dare to look at the famous person in front of him again.
The girl named Ruan Xiu was treated as an ordinary girl. Of course, the image of the girl that impressed him the most was still the four words "sitting on the mountain and having nothing on the mountain".
Ruan Xiu glanced at Ning Yao, who had a cold and domineering look on his face. She did not dare to say hello.
Ning Yao glanced at the petite but well-fed and delicate girl, and was reluctant to say hello.
The three of them walked down the steps of the corridor bridge together, and Chen Pingan said softly: "I heard from Mr. Qi that Liu Xianyang is fine."
Ruan Xiu nodded vigorously and said: "Wake up. Wake up. After the shopkeeper of Yang's shop saw him, he said that it was the Lord of Hell who showed mercy and spared Liu Xianyang that he saved his life. The old shopkeeper also said that as long as he wakes up
, even if it’s completely okay. I was afraid that you would be anxious, so I wanted to tell you as soon as possible, but my father wouldn’t let me walk across the covered bridge..."
The girl chattered like a chirping oriole on a branch. At the end of the sentence, she felt a little apologetic.
In fact, the girl had some things that she had not said. After Liu Xianyang woke up, she rushed out the door as soon as possible. After arriving at the covered bridge, she was busy telling the news to the young man. She simply forgot about her father's instructions not to allow her to enter the town. It was just that she just
When she was about to run down the steps at the north end of the covered bridge, her elusive father grabbed her by the ears and pulled her back. The girl had to talk hard before her father allowed her to sit on the steps at the south end and wait for the others.
This is not the beginning of love, or the love between children, but a spontaneous kindness.
Of course, the premise is that Chen Pingan is not annoying to the girl. On the contrary, she still has some good impressions, or recognition of Chen Pingan.
All of this was the first time the two met. The young man was willing to fish for others. Afterwards, the wound on his left hand was so painful that he gasped for breath, but he did not regret it. Later, when something unexpected happened to Liu Xianyang, the young man was willing to step forward and take on the responsibilities he should bear.
Chen Ping'an's own blessings accumulated bit by bit.
All of this is the long-term persistence of young Chen Pingan, but he just happened to be bumped into by the girl Ruan Xiu. In fact, there are certainly more things that Chen Pingan missed, such as the golden carp in the fish basket and the one given to Gu Can.
The loach, the four-legged snake, the locust leaves falling in front of the boy's eyes, etc., all these missed opportunities for happiness will never be caught by the boy just because Chen Pingan is a person who cherishes blessings.
Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao and Ruan Xiu walked down the covered bridge. Neither the boy nor the girl realized that water droplets of different heights quietly fell into the stream.
Those water drops were either originally hanging under the eaves of the covered bridge, or gathered on the railings of the covered bridge, or in the potholes on the outer edge of the covered bridge aisle.
Finally they all fell into the creek and merged into the stream.
At the same time, there was a lot of water in Yang's shop. The small pond-like backyard rippled and regained its muddy appearance, just like all the backyards in the world. Above the water, stood a fuzzy man covered in smoke.
The figure, vaguely visible, is a hunchbacked old woman with an unclear face.
Old Man Yang was not surprised by this. He smoked a dry cigarette again and asked, "What did you see?"
The figure was like a waterweed, swaying involuntarily "with the water", and said hoarsely: "That little girl Fianzi is the only daughter of our next saint after all. With such a noble status, why do you fall in love with a boy from a back alley?"
Old Man Yang sneered: "That's it?"
The old woman on the water was trembling and did not dare to speak again.
The old man said slowly: "Since you have come to this point now, there are some rules that I should explain to you clearly, so as not to die in the future and not know what happened and feel wronged."
The old man seemed to be brewing a secret and was not in a hurry to speak.
After the rain stopped, the water in the courtyard gradually subsided, and the old woman's figure became increasingly blurry. She said pitifully: "Great Immortal, I just want to see my grandson a few more times."
Old Yang, whose thoughts were interrupted, was a little impatient: "What you think is your business, I don't care about it."
At this point, the old man's eyes were a little dazed, and he said to himself: "You are lucky. If you fall into the hands of the three religions, you have no idea whether you will have an afterlife or not. How can you be in your current situation? There is a saying in Buddhism about subduing the wandering mind.
The two matters of thinking and making vows are very important. Confucianism is better and does not control it so broadly. It just teaches earnestly and earnestly, and warns its disciples and disciples to be cautious and independent, which means that they should not be duplicitous. As for Taoism, they also treat 'how to think'
The importance of ' has been heightened. They regard inner demons as the enemy of spiritual practice and are more strict than Buddhism. Therefore, when many people go astray, there are many so-called heretics. Because Taoism pursues purity and attaches great importance to self-examination. Once
If you ask yourself those questions left by the Taoist ancestors, you will feel confused..."
The old man smoking a dry cigarette was like a hidden dragon in the sea of ​​clouds. The old woman was even more confused when she heard it. After all, she was a native of this place and had never read a book. Naturally, she couldn't understand these mysterious and mysterious theories. She could only
Bite the bullet and memorize by rote.
Old Man Yang suddenly laughed and said: "You don't need to remember these, because we don't care about this."
The old woman was stunned.
Old Man Yang repeated, "We don't care what you think, we only care what you do."
The old woman said anxiously: "Great Immortal, I have remembered it."
Old Man Yang twitched his lips and said: "Since you are a river woman, you must be responsible for all affairs in the river. This is not only to accumulate virtue for yourself, but also to win the incense of the people of this land and water for yourself. If you can have someone build a temple for you,
It is your ability to shape a golden body so that a ray of clone can stand in it. After that, you have to strive for the imperial court to accommodate you, to join the orthodox genealogy of mountains and rivers in a country, and to obtain an officially recognized identity. You cannot do this.
If so, it will at least be recorded in the local county annals. If the temple dedicated to you is eventually regarded as a temple of obscenity and ordered to be eradicated by the government and the golden body is torn down, then your life will be difficult, worse than that of a lonely ghost.
."
The old woman plucked up her courage and asked: "Great Immortal, as you said before, we prohibit it here, so what can I, a little river woman, do besides benefiting from glory and prolonging my life? What do you mean by incense in temples and ultimatums from mountains and rivers?
Yes, and the local county magistrate..."
Old Man Yang said: "This is the past, and it's hard to say in the future. In the future, this place will be downgraded from a small cave to a small blessed land with no threshold. Anyone can come here and no longer have to pay the three bags of copper coins. This
This is also the reason why Emperor Da Li is so unscrupulous. If some things are done sixty years earlier or done sixty years later, the results will be completely different."
The old woman gritted her teeth and asked, "Great Immortal, is it because of my grandson that you are willing to protect me?"
Old Man Yang nodded, not concealing his original intention.
The old woman asked again, "In that case, why did the Great Immortal allow that Zhenwushan military strategist to take my horse Kuxuan away? Why didn't he cultivate it himself?"
It turned out that the old woman who transformed into a river woman was the old woman from Xinghua Lane who was slapped to death.
Old Yang gently knocked on the cigarette stick, and the figure on the water formed by the condensed soul of the old woman suddenly became distorted and wailed.
This pain without warning is like an ordinary person who suddenly suffers heart-breaking pain. How can the old woman bear it?
Old Man Yang said calmly: "Although in my eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad, no distinction between good and evil, and I don't use this to measure yin and virtue, it doesn't mean that I like what you do. I couldn't argue with you before.
But in the future, even if I wipe you out in ashes, it will only be a matter of thought, so don’t push yourself too far."
The old woman knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "Great Immortal, I don't dare anymore!"
The sword cultivator from Zhenwu Mountain spent a huge price to hire the true god surnamed Yin. Faced with the rude questioning of the young man Ma Kuxuan, even the military swordsman cultivator felt palpitated at that time, for fear of provoking the wrath of Thunder. Why did he end up with the surname Yin in the end?
But the true God replied to the young man seriously? He even replied with the seven words "If you have to do it, you really can't do it" in human language?
This is totally not a question and answer that should exist between humans and gods.
It's just that this is strange, and I'm afraid even the sword cultivator, who has a transcendent status, doesn't understand it. He just thinks that the true god has his own unknown rules and considerations, but the old man in the small courtyard knows it well.
That young man is the destiny.
Not inferior to the maid Zhigui in the slightest.
Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu.
Together they form the word "zhu".
A real dragon, what is the most precious thing?
beads!
Why did she choose to rely on Song Jixin, the prince of Dali?
The emperors in the world always like to think of themselves as real dragons. One person's luck can be linked to the dynasty and the country. It is obvious that the two of them are powerful forces joining forces and complementing each other.
But having said that, cultivation requires a long road, luck, talent, roots, opportunities, and temperament, all of which are indispensable. But in the end, on the road to cultivation, there are steps ahead, and accumulation and late success, so there is no absolute.
In this generation of the small town, in addition to Ma Kuxuan and Zhigui, Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, Gu Can, Ruan Xiu, Liu Xianyang, and other children who all have their own destiny, can be said to be the proud sons of heaven.
Even the bottomless old man Yang didn't dare to say who's achievements would be higher than who's.
Old Man Yang glanced at the water in the courtyard and said, "Go ahead. For the time being, you just need to keep an eye on the movement on the other side of the covered bridge."
To be continued...