Mo Yuan didn't quite understand what he heard, and he didn't understand much about the fight between Xi Xiao and Da Xiang, but from what Taoist Fuyun said in front of him, he knew that this Taoist must have understood some incredible truths.
Between seemingly simple words, the word "character" can actually explain it.
Indeed.
At the beginning, Xi Xiao and Da Xiang were equal in terms of national power, but in terms of character and courage, Xi Xiao was not as good as Da Xiang.
Although Zhao Zhen died, she left some insubstantial things to future generations. I don’t know how many human emperors were drowned in this period of history. How many emperors fought non-stop throughout their lives? How many emperors dared to gamble and kill like this?
people.
The Xixiao people are much different. Although they were born as nomadic people in the Northern Desert, they have strong bodies, but their bones have long been softened by the constant beatings of history.
Taoist Fuyun, the former Shanglu, also clearly understood where he lost. As an emperor, he was not inferior to Zhao Zhen in terms of courage and strategy, but he was not as cruel as Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen was not only cruel to the people of the world
, as cruel to himself.
In order to dominate the world, he doesn't care about anything.
He could even give up immortality.
By now, Taoist Fuyun has been convinced and no longer thinks about what happened in the past.
Chen Changsheng said calmly: "Perhaps this is also the practice you are destined to experience in this life."
Taoist Fuyun was slightly startled, nodded and said with a smile: "What you said is absolutely true."
Chatted for a long time and had a cup of tea.
No matter how much you say, it's all over.
Today's Taoist Fuyun is not as talkative as he used to be. On the contrary, he talks a lot less. Perhaps it is because the mountain is too leisurely and his words are indifferent.
A talkative person becomes silent, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
It just depends on how he thinks in his heart.
This is also spiritual practice.
Chen Changsheng did not chat with Taoist Fuyun for too long.
He went to the pavilion in the backyard and poured half a jug of wine for Taoist Xuanhuang. The wine was from the Taoist temple, and Chen Changsheng borrowed half a jug.
Looking at Xuanhuang's tomb, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile and said: "The Taoist Master's disciples are all very capable. As a master, you should also be happy."
He felt that if Xuanhuang knew about it, he would be happy.
Among all the people he has met, Chen Changsheng only thinks that this Taoist who likes to eat peaches is the most like an immortal and the one who is most worthy of immortality, although in the end he failed to achieve anything...
Mo Yuan stood beside Chen Changsheng and said, "Sir, do you miss these old friends?"
He didn't recognize Xuanhuang, but he often saw his husband worshiping him. He thought he was a very important person in his past.
"I miss you a little bit."
Chen Changsheng smiled, then put away the wine bottle and said, "But this Taoist is very boring, even more boring than Fuyun."
"Yeah……"
Mo Yuan thought that the husband must have said something sarcastic.
………
The two of them did not stay at Liuyun Temple for too long.
Chen Changsheng asked Fuyun if he was missing something. In fact, Fuyun also understood that the gentleman wanted to give him something, maybe it was a chance.
But Fuyun said: "I just want to live my whole life on this mountain like my master. I want nothing more than to be an emperor in this life."
Chen Changsheng didn't force anything after hearing what he said, and just promised him, "If you need Chen's help, just ask. Before your master left, you asked Chen to let me take care of you."
Taoist Fuyun nodded in agreement, "Definitely."
Chen Changsheng said goodbye, and Taoist Fuyun sent the two of them down the mountain.
Arrive at the foot of the mountain.
Mo Yuan looked back at Liuyun Temple.
Only then did he feel that this place had really changed its owner.
I feel a bit reluctant to think about it.
But my husband said that he will come back one day.
Mo Yuan couldn't bear to wait.
Apart from Bibo Lake, this was the first time that he had such heavy thoughts about a place.
Suddenly I felt as old as a mortal.
After walking far away, Mo Yuan suddenly asked: "Sir, do you know where Old Man Zhang is buried? I want to go and pay my respects."
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "I'll take you there."
Mo Yuan followed his husband's footsteps to a mountain col outside Qiuyuefang.
See those two pine trees standing here.
Correspondingly, there are two hills, each providing shade.
But next to Zhang Xiaoliu's tomb, there is an extra tomb.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward to see where his wife was buried.
Chen Changsheng also kept in mind this Mrs. Zhang whom he had rarely met.
The cakes are delicious and the wine is delicious.
Mo Yuan asked for advice: "Sir, what should Mo Yuan do?"
He has never worshiped anyone.
In his world, there had never been any rules for offering sacrifices like this.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said: "According to human customs, paper money must be burned, incense and candles must be burned, and some food or drinks must be offered as sacrifices. Of course, none of them are indispensable. One of them is enough."
"Understood……"
Mo Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll come back later and take them all with me. It's better."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "That's fine."
Speaking of which, he rarely did it all.
Entered Qiuyuefang.
Mo Yuan went to buy paper money, drinks, knife heads, which are pig head meat, and incense candles.
The ones I buy are all the best from Qiuyuefang.
He has always been thinking about the love that Old Man Zhang gave him when he sent him the couplet. This time, instead of settling the cause and effect, he wanted to keep it here forever.
When Chen Changsheng walked into Qiuyuefang, he passed by a street corner.
There is a wine shop somewhere.
He remembered that this was the wine shop that Mrs. Zhang later managed.
It's still there now, it's just that the people have changed.
There was only one person taking care of things in the wine shop.
He looks young, probably in his early twenties, and full of vigor, much like Zhang Xiaoliu back then.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and saw the man asking: "Sir, would you like to sit down and want some appetizers or drinks?"
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and said, "To make wine, do you have Qiuyue Nong?"
"Yes, of course."
The man's voice changed and he said: "There are some good red wines in the wine shop recently. Would you like to try something new?"
Chen Changsheng asked: "How does it compare to Qiuyue Brewing?"
The man thought for a while and said: "Others think that daughter's red tastes better, but I don't think it is as good as mine."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Why is this?"
The man was shocked and said: "This Qiuyue Brewing is the hard work of the elders. As a junior, I should keep it in mind."
"Junior..." Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and asked, "Have you entered the ancestral hall?"
The people in the wine shop were stunned for a moment, opened their mouths, and replied: "Which ancestral hall is your guest talking about?"
Chen Changsheng raised his head and said, "Zhang Family Ancestral Hall."
The person in front of me was startled for a moment and asked, "My guest...is he an acquaintance of my elders?"
Chen Changsheng said: "There is some fate, it happened many years ago."
The people in the wine shop were a little puzzled. Did the young man in front of them really recognize his godmother?
Chen Changsheng did not continue.
"Let's make a pot of Qiuyue Brewing, and take the jug with you as well."