The person who came was none other than Shou Yuan.
After being forcibly deceived by his master, Shouyuan didn't even return home. Firstly, he was afraid that Master Yu Yuan would make a big fuss. If he forced himself to catch butterflies, he would definitely not be able to go down the mountain.
The most important thing is that Master won't let me.
Taoist Chunyang has completely figured out Shouyuan's character. What is the Zen that the monk practices? It is the truth of the world, the great road, and the Buddha nature. But his disciple, who is as big as an elm, has only two words for the Zen he practices -
-Yu Yuan.
What could be more important than these two words?
So that day, Chunyang Taoist asked his disciples to take the relics down the mountain and told them the direction. The young monk Shouyuan set off without stopping.
It was just okay, I almost missed it.
Looking at Xu Qingmu who was already a little angry, monk Shouyuan stretched out his finger again to check Ye Qingxian's condition.
Fortunately, both of their lives began to turn around.
Life was saved.
The monk ignored Xu Qingmu's teasing, but squatted back carelessly, stretched out his hand to lightly dust the muddy shoes, and said: "Junior sister sewed them herself, they look good."
After coughing twice violently, Xu Qingmu slowly sat upright. The fat man behind him carefully helped him adjust his condition and rested against the tree.
"Well, it's quite beautiful."
Xu Qingmu asked again: "How do you know I'm here?"
The monk put away the wooden fish and asked, "I told you that we can have fresh grilled fish?"
Xu Qingmu smiled and punched the monk, grinning as the wound hurt. He pointed at the hundreds of walking corpses standing around him: "Whatever happens, we have to deal with these things first, right?"
Shouyuan then stood up, looked around, and finally turned his attention to Chaojiu:
"Create such ghosts, huh? And there are ones that are more than a hundred years old?"
The monk took out a triangular flag from his arms, bit off his fingertips, smeared it on the flagpole, and waved his hand towards a big tree in the distance. The flag was firmly fixed on the trunk of the tree like an arrow: "Edict!"
As the flag moved away, a group of ghosts moved in that direction as if they were summoned. No matter how many spells were cast on the bell, they remained unmoved.
"It's better to be a master at work, but it's far from the best." Shouyuan said unceremoniously to the county magistrate: "It's okay to scare children, but for me, these skills are of no use at all."
Then he looked at the two old men beside him, who seemed a little surprised, and slightly frowned his eyebrows that were not too thick: "Soul nourishing technique? The price is not small."
Seeing that Xu Qingmu was no longer seriously injured, Li Chengru felt relieved and stepped out with even stronger momentum. He saw Li Chengru stretched out his hand to hold it empty, and slashed forward. The move was light and airy, but it carried thousands of kilograms of sword energy.
Behind him, the two swords of Shiba and Chouli slashed forward.
"I have a sword that can cut through the galaxy!"
The surrounding wind and snow seemed to have stopped, and there was only this light in the world, shining on this place. The fate of the entire Burial Book Mountain was also mobilized, and it was wrapped in endless sword energy and flew away through the sky.
When the sword comes out, ghosts and gods cry!
Opposite him, Chaojiu and the two old men who had not yet fully resurrected their souls, both had frightened expressions on their faces and acted defensively. The power of this incident was completely beyond the expectations of the county magistrate, Chaojiu.
The Thirteen Realms of the Brilliant Sky!?
Accompanied by the roar, two white lights swayed before the fortune of the mountain returned, and the wind and snow continued to drift down.
Xu Qingmu was dumbfounded. Seeing this completely different sword move on Siyue Lake, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.
It was too strong. This sword cut off Xu Qingmu's vision for the future of swordsmanship.
Doesn't that swordsman long for such a sword?
One sword can open the sky, and one sword can break the earth.
Supporting his weak body, although his eyes were stung by the remaining sword energy, Xu Qingmu still stared hard, trying to observe something.
The three people on the opposite side tried their best to survive a sword attack, but the second one that followed, even though the county magistrate Chaojiu and the two resurrected old men once again risked their lives, they were also hit by the front, like a broken sword.
The thread flew away like a kite, hit the big tree heavily, and fell down.
The two ghost-like octogenarians were fine, but the county magistrate who ate whole grains spat out a mouthful of blood towards Jiu, covered his chest with one hand and coughed violently, his face pale and old.
Li Chengru took the opportunity to reach out and hold the long sword again, changed his breath again, and continued to take one step forward. Just when he was about to slash out, Xu Qingmu said from behind:
"Wait a minute, we have to go back to Chao Xie to restore his soul first."
After saying that, he struggled to get up. He first checked Ye Qingxian's physical condition. After seeing that he was fine, he turned around and shouted to Cao Tong: "Come and help, help him to rest."
Cao Tong's tears were still hanging on both sides of his nose. After hearing this, he twitched his delicate nose and hurriedly ran over. Together with Xu Luo, he helped the still unconscious swordsman Ye Qingxian to rest in front of Hong Yi. Xu Qingmu was in front of the fat man.
With the help of others, he was still a little shaken. He looked at the wound on his body that was punctured by Chouli and found that it was no longer bleeding. Xu Qingmu looked at Shouyuan, gave the latter a grateful smile, and then walked straight towards Chaojiu, who was struck by a sword.
The county magistrate in the middle was a little embarrassed, leaning against the tree out of breath, exhaling heavily and saying:
"Do you all think it was wrong for me to sacrifice my son to save my parents?"
Xu Qingmu looked at the decadent county magistrate and reached out to gently lift him up.
"From the beginning to the end, I never judged you as right or wrong."
To everyone's surprise, this young man who was forced to commit suicide by Chaojiu said these words. Even the person involved, Chaojiu, doubted his own ears.
"You...you approve of me?"
The county magistrate was obviously a little surprised and asked quickly.
"As for your parents, I approve of you. But..." Xu Qingmu turned and pointed at the dying Chao Xie behind him, with an obvious intention: "But for him, I don't approve."
Xu Qingmu continued:
"You are selfish, and you act completely according to your own wishes regardless of what your parents think. It seems to be a filial piety, but it only touches you." Xu Qingmu looked at the two county magistrate parents who were like corpses, and said again
asked:
"Do you really think they would be happier if you did this?"
Na Chaojiu was confused and didn't say a word. After a while, he squeezed out one sentence:
"But otherwise, my parents would really be dead."
Xu Qingmu thought of General Wang Ziyi who died while standing in the face of Wen Renbo's attack, of the old beggar who borrowed a sword to commit suicide on the Immortal Platform, of Lin Zhenbei who gave the hairpin to himself even though he knew he would die.
Thinking of Cao Dan who could have escaped but turned around and came back, and even the group of soldiers who led their necks to die earlier, don't they want to live?
It must be what I was thinking about.
But there are always some things that are more important than life.
"Death is a thing in life, and it is also a part of our complete life. That kind of life covered by darkness, waiting in the dark, and even needing to sacrifice other people's lives to maintain it, is this really what your parents want to see?"
Chaojiu said nothing, looking at the two white-haired parents who were still standing as motionless as wood after being attacked, with tears streaming down his face.
"But I really want them to come alive, whether it's talking to me, or even looking at me..."
This man, who was nearly sixty years old, finally couldn't hold back his tears and cried: "The man said that in a few years, he will truly come back to life, and his parents will really be resurrected..."
The man who was so full of ambition before was now like a leaf in the wind. Even those who had been threatened felt some sympathy.
Yes, since ancient times, filial piety has been the top priority. Among the three principles of loyalty, righteousness, and filial piety, County Magistrate Chaojiu did an excellent job in the latter.
Shouyuan said: "Amitabha" and then came slowly.
"Ten more years will be in vain."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand into a palm, grasped the ten-foot-long incense stick out of thin air, and said to Chaojiu: "Light it."
Chaojiu had seen the tricks of this young monk, and he took out the fire stick from his sleeve and lit the incense. The smoke from the incense head soon spread to the two elderly men.
"Even in a few decades, this low-level soul-nurturing technique can only restore the soul for a stick of incense. Since the donor is so obsessed with it, I will help you."
After saying that, Shouyuan casually nailed the incense stick to the ground, and then chanted Buddhist scriptures. The incense swayed in the wind, and gradually floated to the noses of the county magistrate's parents. After only a moment, the two stiff faces gradually recovered.
color.
Chaojiu's tears became heavier. Looking at Gao Tang who was gradually coming to life, Chaojiu knelt down and worshiped on the ground:
"Father, mother, the baby has had a hard time waiting..."
The old man, who had briefly regained his soul, looked at Chaojiu who was kneeling on the ground crying, and quickly stepped forward to help him up:
"Son..."
With just two words, everyone present can feel the longing engraved deep in their bones.
With just these two words, Chaojiu could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
After a while, the three people who were hugging each other and crying gradually stopped. The incense burning was now half done.
"Child Anu, that young master is right. My parents are old and should have gone to the Pure Land long ago. With a son like you, your father and I have nothing to worry about...
"
Then the old man gently wiped the tears on Chaojiu's face, feeling a little distressed:
"I've lost weight, I've lost a lot of weight."
Chaojiu cried even more when she heard the sound: "Father, mother, the child is wrong..."
The old man walked towards Xu Qingmu tremblingly, and with his old age, he cupped his hands: "Young Master, thank you very much."
Then he looked at Sun Tzu Chaoxie who was standing blankly, his throat was beating but he didn't say a word.
The two old men turned their eyes again and looked at their son Chaojiu, who was crying, and showed a smile of relief:
If you have a son in this life, you will die without regrets.
As the incense burned out, the two old men turned into white bones and lay down holding hands.
Chaojiu knelt on the ground in front of the two bones and kowtowed eight times. Everyone in the group looked at him and no one spoke lightly.
Blood oozed from his forehead, and the ground was stained with snow and turned bright red.
Until the end, Chao Jiu stood up staggeringly, looked at his son Chao Xie next to the woman in red, bit his fingertips and pressed his eyebrows, a wisp of white smoke chased into Chao Xie's forehead bones. The turbid and hollow eye sockets slowly recovered.
After losing his temper, he woke up completely after a while.
For the first time, Chao Xie looked at Hong Yi with tears welling up in his eyes.
Memories of these years came flooding back, and the dedication of the woman in red was vivid in my mind. This former lady of the world, a talented woman who had been promoted and admired by countless young talents, ended up being half-human and half-demon for herself.
The best love in the world is nothing more than this.
Both Fang Xue and Chao Xie shed tears, their affection was so lingering that they could express it in their eyes without the need for words.
Afterwards, Hongyi and Chao Xie thanked everyone and came to Chao Jiu.
"Father......"
The same two words, thousands of words gathered together, the voice is like the surface of a still lake, unexpectedly calm.
Chaojiu burst into tears again, her lips quivering:
"sorry......"
On the one hand, Chaojiu is full of righteousness; on the other hand, Chaojiu is ashamed to be a father.
"It doesn't matter, father, even if I do it again, I will still volunteer." Chao Xie still had a calm face, holding Hong Yi's hand with a solemn expression.
Looking at the bones on the ground, he slowly knelt down and kowtowed with the man in red.
After standing up, he said:
"It's just a pain for Xue'er and Uncle Zhou."
The old man behind him knelt on the ground and cried endlessly. He had followed his lady all these years, working hard and without complaint, and followed her alone in the mountains for more than ten years. Today, Chao Xie's words completely made the old man feel warmer in his heart.
Chaojiu was speechless, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the long-lost face. At this moment, the old face became even more haggard.
"Father, I would like to ask you to preside over my wedding to Xue'er..."
Chao Xie turned his face, caressed the face where some of the osmanthus branches had extended up, and said softly:
"That wedding was fifteen years late."
Tears were streaming down her pretty face.
"good."
...
That day, the cold Book Burial Mountain was decorated with lights and everyone helped buy it. Even Ye Qingxian, who had regained consciousness, went to the foot of the mountain to pick some flowers that bloomed in winter with her weak body.
On that day, a ruined temple was used as a residence on Book Burying Mountain. Chaojiu straightened his clothes and sat in the temple. In front of him, he knelt down and worshiped Fang Xue, who was dressed in red, and Chao Xie, who had just woken up.
As Li Chengru opened his mouth, the wedding took place amidst the applause of a group of soldiers.
I have worn the red coat for fifteen years.
Later, when everyone came down the mountain, they saw that the flower tree behind the temple was blooming in this winter.
Cao Tong asked Li Chengru: "Will they be happy forever?"
For a girl who is already thirteen or fourteen years old, her definition of love has become clear in her heart right now.
Li Chengru spoke:
"Yes."
............
Burial Book Mountain finally became Shengqian Mountain again. The original ruined temple on the top of the mountain was renovated and a large piece of land was surrounded by a fence. In the center of the land, there is a hanging flower tree that blooms all year round.
There was a man who became a monk and stayed in the temple day and night.
Some people say that he was a monk, and it was because of his burial in Shushan that he was able to return to peace.
Some people say that he is a demon who appears in human form and transforms into a monk to wash away wrongdoings.
The rumor lasted for a short time and no one thought about it anymore. In the newly prosperous hilltop, in addition to some people praying for officialdom, more men and women wrote the names of their lovers on red cloth and quietly hung them on the hanging flower tree. After that,
Blushed.
On a night of heavy rain, the ordained man who had never left the mountain was meditating alone in the temple when he heard someone knocking on the door.
Before the man got up, the man pushed the door open and entered:
"Sir, do you want to listen to the song?"
Before the man could say anything, the woman who came in spoke:
——The flowers bloom in the mountains in July, and I miss you like spring.