The matter at the porridge shop and medicine shop has been resolved. Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye thought they would continue on their way to the border of Shihao Country as before. There were two men with backgrounds in the border army. Their last wishes were related to this. People can no longer return to their roots. Wish
But he ended up in his hometown.
But Chen Pingan stayed for another day, until that day at dusk, he stopped at the city gate and watched a thin black boy leave the county from a distance, and then went to see the closed dog meat shop in the back alley.
On both sides, there were two door gods, Da Li and Yuan Cao, holding sceptres and maces. Chen Pingan then returned to the inn.
Earlier at the city gate, Chen Pingan met Guan Yiran, a monk accompanying the army of Da Li. The latter deliberately left his followers and stood alone with Chen Pingan at the city gate. He asked softly: "Are you fishing for big fish with a long line?"
, let the tiger go back to the mountain temporarily, so that you can find the place where this little demon can find enlightenment, and find one or two opportunities for fairy objects? Or is it like this, let this little demon go away, and treat it as a good relationship? "
If the Shanze spirit monster can transform into a human form, he must have a great blessing. Either he accidentally entered the deserted fairy cave, or he swallowed the miraculous Ganoderma lucidum that condenses the spiritual energy of the world. No matter which one it is, the former will follow the clues, and the latter will directly refine it.
Transforming that monster into a monster is a huge windfall.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's the latter."
Guan Yiran said regretfully: "It's a pity. If you hadn't shown up, I have two colleagues who shouted every day that they couldn't open the pot. They would have been eyeing this little monster hiding in the dog meat shop. But since you intervened, I will persuade him
The fact that they gave up was just an extra step. In fact, they still have military affairs to attend to. Of course, if you choose the former, you can do it together."
Chen Ping'an asked: "Wouldn't my intervention reduce the income of your colleagues? Will it make it difficult for you to be a good person?"
Guan Yiran smiled and said: "Those two friends and I, although we are cultivators, are actually more members of the Great Li Army. So your words and this intention are enough. When you are away from home, it is rare to meet your hometown.
You don’t have to be so polite, but you can be a little polite. It’s best if you have it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it. At worst, if you meet me in the future, you will pretend not to know him. Everything will be in accordance with our Dali laws and military regulations.”
Chen Ping'an thought deeply and said: "It's right."
Guan Yiran laughed heartily, "I'm very happy to meet such a promising member of my family in a place like this, so far away from my hometown."
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and said, "It's inconvenient for me to reveal my identity now. As long as there is a chance in the future, I will definitely drink with Brother Guan."
Guan Yiran, the secretary general of Da Liwu, raised his arms, clenched his fists, and tapped the iron armor on his chest, "Then I really remembered it! I agreed in advance that my brother was saved by me on the battlefield, and it doesn't matter if he owes me his life.
I only owe Guan Yiran wine, and even I, the King of Heaven, can't do it!"
This chance encounter between fellow countrymen in a foreign land made everyone happy even after separation.
The young man in the green cotton robe was far away from the city gate, and two monks accompanying the army, wearing light armor specially made by the Great Li arsenal, came slowly, one a strong young man and the other a delicate woman.
The woman looked at Guan Yiran, who seemed to be unfinished, and asked: "Yiran, the beginning of spring this year is not a good sign. You have lost so much fairy money in vain, and you are still so happy?"
Guan Yiran chuckled and said, "I'm happy. Money can't buy it for me. I'm happy."
The strong man said: "A young monk who can easily give away a small summer coin has nothing to do with that little demon. Instead, he deliberately walks all the way to the city gate and adds a porridge shop and medicine shop that he previously opened in the city.
According to intelligence reports, this is not the case in one city or one place, but everywhere. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed that the mountain monk had such a Bodhisattva heart. But if it had been this person, looking at his words and deeds, it would make sense. I think Yi Ran did it.
That’s right, I’m from my hometown, so it’s not a loss to be a friend worth drinking with.”
The young woman with a graceful figure but carrying a giant sword complained: "You men, you are all such a bird. When you meet someone who meets your taste, you like to swollen your face and look fat. Is that the case?"
Guan Yiran said seriously: "Miss Qi, I don't like it when you talk about us men like this. I have much more money in Yushanfang. I don't need to be slapped in the face. Who said that I am a dandy who comes from a wealthy family?"
, even your farts smell like copper?"
"Ivory things cannot come out of a dog's mouth!" The woman, who was as slender as a spring willow, punched Guan Yiran on the shoulder, causing Guan Yiran to stagger back a few steps. The woman turned and walked back to the city.
Guan Yiran grinned and rubbed his shoulder. It really hurt. He smiled bitterly, while the strong man named Yu Shanfang looked gloating.
The woman is a military monk from Fengxue Temple. Compared to Zhenwushan monks who are mostly senior military attachés in the Great Li Cavalry, the woman surnamed Qi does not have this opportunity. She just chose another career path, but the Great Li
The border troops were not surprised by this. Most of the military monks in Fengxue Temple were like this. After coming down from the mountain, they liked to be solitary rangers. Occasionally, there were women like this who also served as personal followers of some important generals.
Yu Shanfang put his arm around Guan Yiran's shoulders and whispered: "Yiran, after all these years, I have known you for seven or eight years, but I still only think that you are a young general from the capital.
You are a high-ranking and low-ranking disciple, otherwise you wouldn't have been thrown into such a shabby place by your family. You stayed there for nearly three years and have been the lowest-ranking monk in our frontier army. You have a Beijing accent, don't you know?
How annoying. On the contrary, it is Qi Qi, whom we have only known each other for two years, and we are just going south together this time, but she is the only one who can see through your family background and insists that you are a son of a wealthy family. Why? We are all in this group together.
Old brothers who have pooped on their buttocks in the snow, don’t really believe it. Could it be that you two have..."
After Yu Shanfang broke away from Guan Yiran, he pressed his thumbs with both hands and winked at the latter.
Guan Yiran said helplessly: "Who doesn't know that this Qi Qi has long admired her uncle, the swordsman Wei Jin, who is from the Fengxue Temple family?"
Guan Yiran sighed, "And I already have a fiancée. To tell you the truth, she is really the legitimate daughter of a noble family in the capital. It's just that I have never met her. It's funny to think that the day I get married and lift off the red hijab,
Only then can you know what your wife looks like."
Yu Shanfang asked nicely: "Which family's unlucky girl is responsible for a real frontier army man like you?"
"I don't think you can kill your brothers like you." Guan Yiran pressed the hilt of the Dali Border Army's standard sword with one hand, and walked side by side with Yu Shanfang on the streets of a foreign country. He looked around, and on both sides of the streets, almost all of them had posters with banners posted on them.
There are two painted door gods of Li and Yuan Cao, and there are so many surnames of Zhuguo in Dali. Of course, the two surnames Yuan and Cao are the surnames of Dali that deserve to be the great surnames. However, there are actually other Zhuguo surnames that can compete with the two surnames of Yuan and Cao.
There are two, but one lives in the mountains and barely cares about secular affairs. His surname is Yu. The other only works in the court and has never been involved in the frontier army. His ancestral home is in Yizhou and later moved to the capital. It has been two hundred years. Every year, the direct descendants of this family
Returning to one's hometown to worship ancestors is something that even the Dali Ministry of Rites pays attention to. Even the Dali Imperial Master once joked with His Majesty the Emperor that a hundred years ago, during that time, eunuchs were involved in politics, relatives were monopolizing power, vassal towns were rebelling, and monks were looting in turn.
During the tragic years when the entire Da Li was in the most chaotic and disordered state, if this family had not turned the tide and worked diligently as the tailors of the Da Li Dynasty, Da Li would have collapsed to pieces.
Yu Shanfang intertwined his hands and fingers, stretched forward, stretched his muscles, and the joints of his body crackled. Due to many personal karma, this half-wild man was promoted step by step from a low-level scout in the border army to a military secretary.
"Cultivation", casually said: "Actually, sometimes, when we old brothers drink and chat, we will feel that you are different from us, but what is the difference, and we can't explain the reason, there is no way, we can't allocate money
The young generals who have been forced into the army, we are all guys who wash our eyes every day due to the wind and sand on the border. We all have poor eyesight, and we are far inferior to those young officials."
Guan Yiran smiled and said: "I recognize three types of friends. The battlefield, those who dare to say that they will die, the officialdom, the scholars with real character, and finally the... good people of the mountain."
Guan Yiran was a little sad, "It's a pity that the first and third types don't seem to live long. Needless to say, in the battlefield, after so many years of life and death, after the death of our best brother, we will no longer be like each other."
Like a girl, I cry until I die. The third type is, I used to know a young man named Yu Yin, a peer who I particularly admire. What a good method, it is so good that it will make you feel... the world is no longer good.
No matter how bad it is, it's enough to have him in front, talking and doing things. You only need to look at the back of that person getting away, and you will feel happy. But such a good cultivator died so badly.
It's not worth it. The family that has high hopes for him and our court chose to turn big things into trivial matters for the sake of the overall situation. I think this is wrong, but will those big shots listen to what a little guy like me, Guan Yiran, says?
No. Even if...my surname is Guan."
Yu Shanfang smiled and said: "What's wrong with the surname Guan? Isn't it amazing? It's not the Guan family in Yunzai County, which is one of the Zhu Kingdoms! Your household registration in the army clearly states that you are from the capital, and our general
What kind of virtue are you still unclear about? I have already turned over your details and told us that you are a member of the third-rate general family in the capital, not to mention that Zhu Guo and Zhu Guo are neighbors, and Shangshu quarreled with Shangshu across the wall.
In Yichi Alley, even in the general's Chi'er Street, your family is not qualified to have a small courtyard. Why, your boy is related to this Yun Zaijun Guan family? Because General Liu, the old lord and his sworn enemy,
Back then, I found out of nowhere that a young scout under my command turned out to be a low-profile second-rate general in the capital. His ancestors had been second-rate generals, and he also received a posthumous title that made people drool. Our general
I feel like I have been overpowered by General Liu, and I am dreaming every day now, thinking that there is a first-rate general cub secretly hidden in the cub I brought out, which makes me laugh to death."
Guan Yiran hesitated for a moment, "If I die one day, our general may cry, laugh and scold me."
Yu Shanfang was shocked and said: "What, are you really a descendant of the Guan family whose ancestral home is in Yizhou?"
Guan Yiran nodded and said: "Yizhou Yun is from the Guan family in the county. I am a great-great-grandson. There is nothing I can do. Although my ancestors are not cultivators, their muscles and bones are very strong. He is a hundred years old and can still drink a pound in one meal.
I drank two kilograms of meat with wine, and when the Imperial Master saw it, he was surprised."
Yu Shanfang rolled his eyes and said, "I believe you, you idiot! If you could have met Cui Guoshi, I would have met His Majesty the Emperor!"
Guan Yiran chuckled, "I told you, whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter to me anyway."
Yu Shanfang said suspiciously: "Really?"
Guan Yiran smiled and nodded, "I'm not going to lie to you. You still remember that during the New Year's Eve of the year before last, I took leave and returned to Beijing. Qi Qi said that she had followed the preacher and went to the capital in the first month of the year, maybe in
In that Yuhua Lane or Chier Street, I was going door to door to pay New Year greetings, so Qi Qi glanced at me unintentionally, but the rules in those two places were strict, and Qi Qi did not dare to follow me. Of course, that
Qi Qi didn't know me at that time, so there was no need to explore my identity."
Yu Shanfang quietly reached out and wanted to touch Guan Yiran's head in a sneaky way.
Guan Yiran tilted his head and said with an angry smile: "What are you doing? Are you missing me so much that you think you are Qi Qi?"
Yu Shanfang rubbed his hands and said: "I have never touched a big shot in my life. I want to get addicted to it. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Guan clan of Zhuguo! I will get you drunk tonight, and I will touch you enough by then. Call out to the old brothers.
,one by one."
Guan Yiran said with a smile: "If you can do this kind of immoral thing, I will go and marry the younger sister who I told you will be a fairy daughter. Then I will call you brother-in-law every day."
Yu Shanfang kicked Guan Yiran in the butt.
Guan Yiran received the kick and did not hide.
The two continued to walk side by side.
Yu Shanfang suddenly sighed, "You should talk about this matter when the brothers leave, even if you tell them secretly."
Guan Yiran was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I can't say it."
Yu Shanfang nodded sadly, "That's true."
Guan Yiran suddenly laughed and said: "One day when I die on the battlefield, the truth will be revealed. At that time, our generals and you will be able to talk about it with other cavalrymen."
Yu Shanfang shook his head, "Don't die."
Guan Yiran also shook his head and said slowly: "Because I am a descendant of the Guan family in Yizhou and have a noble birth, so I cannot die? Da Li has no such reason."
Yu Shanfang smiled and said: "You are mistaken. I think how you treated that peer named Yu Yin back then is how I view you now. In the future, when you become a high official in our Dali Temple,
Even if you went to the capital at that time and looked like a dog, you no longer wore armor and wore official skins every day, and I was still hanging around in the border army, we might never be able to fight each other in this life, but I
I still feel... at ease, well, more at ease."
Guan Yiran nodded.
Yu Shanfanghao asked: "I'm confused, why do you generals, big and small, seem to like to remain anonymous and then become inconspicuous frontier army scouts?"
Guan Yiran smiled and said: "I care about Chixiang and Chi'er Street. Every young general who wants to show his face hopes that he can be a genuine frontier army scout in his life. He does not rely on the merits of his ancestors, but on his own."
I have the ability to cut off the enemy's heads one by one and hang them next to the saddle. In the future, no matter what the reason is, if I return to Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street, even the young man who had the worst life in Chi'er Street will become a border scout.
, and then I met the children and grandchildren of the Shang Shu Master in Yichi Alley on the road. Once there was a conflict, as long as it was not too unreasonable, just beat the other party severely. There was no need to worry about implicating the ancestors and the family afterwards.
Nothing will happen. It has been like this from my grandfather to my generation."
Yu Shanfang clicked his tongue and said, "Is this okay?"
Guan Yiran stamped his feet and said with a smile: "So the hoofs of our Li cavalry can step on them here."
Yu Shanfang asked in a low voice: "Yi Ran, do you think it is possible that one day in the future, you will become the first descendant of your Yun Zaijun Guan clan to receive the posthumous title of military commander?"
"I'll lend you some good words, I'll lend you some good words."
Guan Yiran quickly bowed to thank him, straightened his back and joked: "Can't he get the posthumous title from his official position as a hunting envoy?"
Yu Shanfang patted Guan Yiran on the shoulder, "Since you are already a descendant of the Guan family, you have to keep a lower profile and speak softer. Otherwise, just a mouthful of Beijing movies is so annoying. How can you pay it back in the future? You have to give me and me every day.
Are the brothers touching each other like women?"
Guan Yiran rubbed his chin, "It makes sense, it makes sense."
The top of Suishan.
The golden-armored god said helplessly: "If you continue to waste time like this, I wonder how you will get along in the future. How long have you been dragging out the heavy-duty high priest? No matter how much he admired your fallacies in the past, he will all waste his time on you.
I feel good about it."
The old scholar sat cross-legged and rubbed his ears with his hands, "It's going to rain. My mother wants to get married, so let him go."
The golden-armored god said slowly: "According to the news, something is not right at the Longhu Mountain Patriarch Hall. The Fire Dragon Master from Luzhou in Beiju seemed to have helped him after he handed over the sword.
Too busy."
The old scholar smiled and said: "How do you know that in the eyes of others, a big bad thing is not the result that this Great Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain wants?"
The golden-armored god was mentioned casually, not to mention that he was a great heavenly master with a different surname, but he was the great heavenly master of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master Mansion. What he did, the great god of Suishan, was also completely indifferent.
However, the three great academicians who belong to the third lineage of Confucianism met with the wall one by one in Baize, the proud scholar and the old scholar. They either returned without success or could not even see each other, even Suishan Dayue.
The Lord God, he will also feel worried.
Because the matter is too big and involves the most fundamental trend of the world.
The old scholar said: "My students, including the other major veins, are very few. There is no way, I am picky and no one can..."
The golden-armored god sneered: "Tell me such nonsense, is it interesting?"
The old scholar nodded and said, "It's more interesting if you tell me by myself."
The golden-armored god kept his mouth shut.
The old scholar was a little disappointed when he saw that this guy didn't quarrel with him, so he had to continue: "Boss, Cui Chan is the most talented and likes to get into trouble. This is the best attitude for learning. But Cui Chan is too smart. He treats the world like this.
It was pessimistic, from the beginning."
"Let's talk about the third child first. Qi Jingchun has the best knowledge. He is not just the best. Even I, the teacher, would praise him as 'all-encompassing and magnificent'. If it were not for a gentleman like me, but for a teacher like me
Or perhaps from the lineage of Yasheng, the success may be higher. Qi Jingchun is optimistic about the world.'
'Speaking of the second child, he has the most stubborn temper. In fact, he is very nice, very nice. When I was still living a poor life in the back streets, I asked him to take care of the money. It is much more useful for me, a husband who can't hold his money, to take care of the money.
Cui Chan said he wanted to buy chess records, Qi Jingchun said he wanted to buy books, and A Liang said he wanted to drink. Can I not give him the money? I am so skinny that I must be trying to make myself look fat. I can rest assured that I am in charge of the money.
In terms of qualifications, talents, talents, and temperament, he is not the best among his disciples, but he is the most balanced one, and he is born with determination. Therefore, even if he learns sword very late, he is really too fast, yes, too fast.
It was so close that I felt a little panicked back then. I was afraid that he would become the first Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator in the world in thousands of years. What would I do then? Even though this guy is so far away from the world, he is the one who is most afraid of loneliness.
Man, although he has been far away from the world and wandering in the sea for more than a hundred years, how can he control his true thoughts? Or in the body of me, his master, or his junior disciple... What master would not like such a disciple?"
"I still remember that there was a great scholar who scolded me... he was indeed a bit sinister and immoral. How can I argue with him? He is just a small academy saint who doesn't even have the qualifications to accompany the priest. If I ran to follow such a
A junior had a quarrel, which was too shameful. You sneaked past me and beat me until you cried for father and mother. You were so honest that you admitted it stupidly, and even came back to me to admit your mistake. Admit it, admit it, admit it, it’s your mother’s fault.
Oh, you don’t know how to beat someone with your face covered? Afterwards, you can rub oil on the soles of your feet and refuse to admit it. What can you do? Come and beat me. Can you beat me? Even if you can beat me, if you don’t admit it, what kind of deputy is that?
The leader can beat you to death? He can beat you to death, but I can’t beat him to death? Well, so the left and right are still careless. What can I, a miserable teacher, do? After all, Xiao Qi and the others are still looking at me
Now, what about the punishment? Pitianpidian leads the people around to apologize to people, and they still have to do this and that, and make compensation after compensation. It’s annoying.”
The golden-armored god said in confusion: "If you are willing to admit your mistakes to you, how can you be willing to apologize to others?"
The old scholar rolled his eyes and said: "Of course I made it clear to you and me in private. How can you become a holy disciple if you beat someone so lightly? Why did you give your master such a bad breath? After saying this, you and I nodded silently and felt
Yes, I said I would pay attention to it in the future."
The golden-armored god smiled and said, "I'm convinced."
The old scholar sighed, "As for the fourth child, it's more complicated. He can only be regarded as half a disciple. It's not that I don't recognize him. It's because he feels that his background is not good and he doesn't want to cause trouble for me, so he doesn't recognize me. That's why he doesn't recognize me."
, the reasons are different, but the result is still very similar to my retreating disciple. In addition, the registered disciples and the others all have their own merits."
"Mao Xiaodong is the most like me when it comes to preaching, teaching, and solving doubts as a teacher. Of course, his knowledge is still not as high as mine. He does everything according to the rules, which is far from the old man's so-called "do what you want and don't go beyond the rules."
, there is still some distance. It’s a pity that others can’t criticize this kind of thing. They can only figure it out and figure it out by themselves. The Buddhist theory of Han is very good. In this matter, Taoism is not good enough...
"
The old scholar did not elaborate further, did not talk to higher places, and changed the topic, "When I quarrel with others, I never think that I am right and everyone is good. I have to know the good and bad of others. Otherwise, I will quarrel."
What? I said that I was happy and full of knowledge, but where did it end up? The most fearful thing about knowledge is that it will become rootless water, falling from the sky, high up, and looking awesome. Apart from a few words of praise from the scholars, what is the point? Don’t stick to it.
If you don't feed the land back, you don't really benefit the people, and you don't give them big baskets or small baskets that say, "There are thousands of hardships in life, I have a safe place to put them in." Anyway, they just stuff some paper stamps into them.
If people mistakenly think that only sages are qualified to preach, it will be tiring to death, so how can we expect to achieve enlightenment?"
The old scholar stood up, stooped, looked into the distance, and murmured: "Nature is inherently good, right? Great goodness. But there is a very embarrassing question here. Since human nature is inherently good, why is the world so complicated? The power of Confucian enlightenment
, what exactly was taught? Did it teach people to be evil? So what to do? The old man and the Li Sheng were waiting, and then finally it came to me. I said that human nature is evil, and within a religion, we should strengthen each other, learn from each other, and repair.
The key is that I can still stand and speak the truth well, so I became a saint. But another more embarrassing question has arisen. Looking at it from an outsider like you, do you think the theory of inherent evil in nature can become a Confucian lineage?
One, it doesn’t matter, but can it really become the main line of our Confucianism?”
The old scholar asked himself and answered: "Absolutely not possible."
The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed at his heart, "I think so myself."
There was silence for a long time.
The golden-armored godman rarely sighed, with some regret.
The old scholar did not put away his thumb, and suddenly exclaimed: "Thinking about it this way, I am really both a sage, a sage, and a hero. I am very powerful."
The golden-armored god never said a word.
The old scholar turned his head and said helplessly: "Why don't you refute me a few words, so that I can convince others with reason."
The golden-armored god said calmly: "I won't give you such a chance at all."
The old scholar exclaimed and said happily: "It seems that I have convinced others with my virtue."
The golden-armored god took a deep breath.
otherwise?
The old scholar suddenly said seriously: "Don't rush me to leave. I also want to learn from Bai Ze and the most frustrated scholar. Wait a minute. Although I don't know what they are thinking, I also want to wait and see."
The golden-armored god asked: "What if you wait until the end and make a mistake? Do you not regret it?"
The old scholar clasped his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and sneered: "Regrets? From me, the gentleman, to these disciples who entered the house, regardless of their respective choices, regrets? None!"
The golden arch bridge.
The sword was inserted into the bridge railing, and the sword tip and a small section of the sword body were already submerged. Sparks flew everywhere, without any sparkle.
The woman sitting aside put the tung leaf umbrella across her knees. She stood up, opened the seemingly flat oil-paper umbrella, and looked up. In a flash, only the tung leaf umbrella was hovering in place.
She arrived at a blessed place at the mouth of a well.
The tung leaf umbrella that was "given as a casual gift" naturally had a profound meaning, but the original owner gave it as a gift, and the new owner may not live to discover the truth one day.
But what does this have to do with the original owner? It is a calculation, but it is not a calculation. It can be justified but not justified.
Almost instantly, a tall old Taoist man came to her side and said with a smile: "Long time no see."
She ignored it, looked around, nodded and said: "At the moment, it's already a pretty generous move."
The old Taoist laughed and said, "How else can we discuss Taoism with the Taoist ancestors?"
She glanced at him.
The old Taoist looked calm.
She stared at a certain place in this blessed land of lotus flowers, seemed to have some realization, and said with a smile: "You have not forgotten your roots."
The old Taoist laughed heartily and said happily, "Follow the trend and with a little effort, the world will be turned upside down, and a continent will sink."
She frowned.
The old Taoist sighed: "After all, today is not the same as it used to be."
She shook her head, "It's just that I changed my master."
The old Taoist said nothing.
Even he couldn't comment on this matter.
She asked: "It's just such a small piece of land?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "There really can't be any more."
She seemed to have lost interest and returned disappointed. Then she disappeared, returned to her own world, and put away the tung leaf umbrella.
The old Taoist stood by the well, looking down and staring at the quiet well water.
The old Taoist looked away and looked up at the sky, "This is my return to the world of Qingming, how about it?"
In the small lotus cave connected to the lotus flower paradise, there is an old man who is still looking at a drop of water, watching it fall on the uneven lotus leaves. The size of the water drop is like an ordinary raindrop, but there are many lotus leaves.
The leaves are as big as mountains and peaks, and even bigger ones are as big as a state of the world's dynasty. Therefore, the veins of a lotus leaf may be tens of miles or hundreds of miles long, so the length of a tiny drop of water is
Where will the trend end up? Waiting for that result to appear will inevitably be an extremely long process.
The old man was not in any hurry.
The years are long and time flies by.
It just exists as the biggest rule in the world. Even the mighty river of time must take a detour when it flows past the old man.