Zhuxian Town in the early morning is warm and warm with the morning light.
Among the bustling crowd, Ye Chen came with his luggage. His old friends passed away one after another, which could not stop his fortune-telling. The restaurant was still the same, and the old tables and chairs were still there to accompany him.
Thirty-six years later, he is also old, with gray hair and an unusually long beard.
At this moment, there is no need to use disguise anymore. He is a real old man. The wasted years cannot conceal his old state. One day, he will also return to his roots.
As people get older, their minds become more and more confused. Sitting there, they will always be in a daze.
So much so that he didn't even know someone was coming.
In front of the fortune-telling table, there stood a woman, dressed in green clothes, free from dust, with clean eyes, as clear as water. She was looking at him tentatively at this moment, "Holy Lord, is it you?"
Hearing the sound, Ye Chen raised his head and saw a familiar face.
That was the Xingyue Saint, a person from the Xingyue Palace in her previous life.
Speaking of her, people will always think of another person: Ye Xingchen. Back then, Ye Xingchen made a lot of noise for her. However, fate played a trick on them. They originally wanted to be ordinary, but because of the Immortal Killing Sword, what should have been a beautiful marriage was shattered.
The bloody scene that year was still fresh in Ye Chen's memory. The bloody Ye Xingchen was lying in the arms of Saint Xingyue. The scene was so miserable.
"It's really you." Xingyue Saint said excitedly. Although Ye Chen looked old, as a monk, she still recognized him at a glance. She never thought that she would be surprised to see him on an ancient mortal star. The tenth emperor of Dachu, I don’t know how many star fields away from my hometown.
"You're fine." Ye Chen smiled gently. He was not surprised to see the Saint of the Star and Moon here. She is so similar to Long Wu back then. Long Wu was looking for the reincarnated Eastern Jade Spirit, and she, She is also looking for her reincarnation Ye Xingchen.
Xingyue Saint also smiled, with mist in her eyes, and looked at Ye Chen in a daze. Ye Xingchen was Ye Chen's Taoist body, and she looked exactly like him. Looking at Ye Chen now, it was like looking at Ye Chen. Ye Xingchen back then.
After three or five seconds, she hurriedly wiped away her tears and asked in confusion, "Why is the Holy Lord here? How can he be so old? Also, what about your cultivation? Where is your origin and bloodline?"
"Transform into mortals and practice." Ye Chen smiled.
"No wonder." Xingyue Saint murmured. She could see the seal in Ye Chen's body. It was of such a high level that it was rare in the world. With her current way of doing things, she couldn't break it.
"Take a rest when you're tired." Ye Chen sighed. The cheeks of Saint Xingyue were really haggard. It was probably a long journey to find Ye Xingchen. It's a pity that so many reincarnations have found Ye Xingchen, but there is no Ye Xingchen. There are Sword Emperor, Ouyang Wang, Dugu Ao, Nangong Yue, Hu Wa, Shen Xuan Feng... There are so many people, even he himself doesn't know where the souls of those great Chu heroes have been reincarnated, and whether they are still alive. In the human world.
"I will find it." Xingyue Goddess smiled with tears in her eyes. This was her lifelong belief.
When old friends meet, they only say a few words.
Before nightfall, Saint Xingyue left and embarked on a journey to find Ye Xingchen. Her beautiful back looked particularly lonely in the dust of the years.
Ye Chen also left, carrying his fortune-telling gear and heading towards the small garden.
For many years that followed, he lived like this, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, like an emotionless walking corpse, repeating the same thing every day.
Time flies like a knife, another ten years pass.
The Han Emperor passed away, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne. He also issued an imperial decree of amnesty to the world, which was plastered all over every ancient city. He could be regarded as a benevolent and righteous king. At least, he did not impose excessive taxes and tyranny.
For ten years, Ye Chen has not been out of Zhuxian Town. No matter in spring, autumn, winter or summer, he has never been absent. He has told fortunes for all kinds of people, including killers and assassins, princes and generals, and farmers and hunters. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the world, he has seen There are many different kinds of things in the world.
Times are changing, and so is he, becoming older and older.
On the bustling street, the figures of one old and one young are very eye-catching.
They are Yang Fan and Xiao Yang Lan.
Yes, Yang Fan is getting old too. The only thing that remains unchanged is little Yang Lan. Who would have thought that that little girl would be Yang Fan's sister. In the eyes of the world, she is like an ageless playboy who will never be eroded by time. He never grows up, he is always two or three years old.
She was still so sensible and came to deliver steamed buns to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen smiled gently, like an amiable grandfather.
Ten years have passed, and this little girl probably no longer remembers who her parents are, but the seal in her body is still not loosened, and the sealed destiny seems to be in a deep sleep.
The two of them left and went to the outside of the town to pay homage to their parents.
In the fiftieth year, the evil spirit came and used great supernatural powers to seal the reincarnation of Qi, who was about to die of illness. After that, he disappeared without a trace, not even leaving a word before leaving.
In the sixtieth year, someone was invited to the Moon Palace. She was the ninth-generation palace master, who came specifically to pay homage to Xia Lan. She was also a woman of extraordinary beauty, but she was destined to live a lonely life.
In the seventieth year, a new generation of martial arts leader came to pay homage to this martial arts legend. He was offended and asked for advice on a move. He failed miserably. After that, he gave up his martial arts and lived in seclusion in the mountains.
In the seventieth year, Yang Fan walked on the road to hell with a smile. He held Ye Chen's hand tightly until he died. It was Ye Chen who changed his life. If it weren't for the shelter back then, he would have died of hunger long ago. The streets would not be filled with today's descendants.
The moment he closed his eyes, little Yang Lan burst into tears.
Ye Chen turned around, without saying a word, and walked out of the room with old steps.
Back then, it was Mr. Yang Ge who he sent away.
Now, it was him again who sent Yang Fan away.
He is really an old monster. He has lived and died for two generations. He even had three emperors in the Han Dynasty. His old back reflects the vicissitudes of time.
Ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of winter and summer, ten years of flowers withering and blooming.
In the blink of an eye, another thirty years passed, and it had been nearly a hundred years since he came to Zhuxian Town.
These hundred years are the life of a mortal.
Ye Chen sat quietly at the fortune-telling table and looked around. In the bustling streets, half of the people from the past were no longer visible. Year after year, he watched them with his own eyes, growing old and dying one by one. Every time in the dead of night, he would mention Serve good wine, take paper money, go to the grave to pay homage, chat with old friends, and talk to them about today's descendants.
Zhuxian Town is still the Zhuxian Town of the past.
But his existence is a good explanation of what things are and people are.
At this moment, he smiled, and his smile was very vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, he truly understood and understood the meaning of the human king. Only after personally experiencing the life of a mortal did he understand the true meaning of Tao.
The Tao of the mortal world is also Tao, and that is the Tao of the world.
He had an epiphany, understood the ways of the world, and his old state of mind reached nirvana again.
During the transformation, as a half-immortal, he has truly reached the bottleneck of the Great Sage. As long as the evil demon breaks the seal, he can immediately become a Great Sage. This is him, who has been transformed into a mortal for hundreds of years. This opportunity is the king of human beings. As a gift, this practice is more precious than the gift from Emperor Tu.
Suddenly, snow began to fall in the sky, and a white blanket enveloped the world.
People on the street were leaving in a hurry with their hands folded. When passing Ye Chen, they didn't forget to stop, hoping that Ye Chen would close the stall early and go home to warm up and avoid freezing.
Ye Chen waved his hands gently. It was not that he was not cold, but that he was old and tired. After waiting for a hundred years, he no longer wanted to move. Exhausted, he lay weakly on the table, closed his old eyes, and let the heavy snow fall. The falling snowflakes dyed his clothes white, but the traces of vicissitudes of life all over his body could not be covered up.
In the snow, a wisp of wind blows, carrying the woman's fragrance.
Ye Chen knew that the woman in the dream was here again.
He could even clearly feel that she was sitting at the fortune telling table.
"It's snowing." The woman in the dream opened her lips slightly, and her words were clear and beautiful, like the sounds of heaven from the sky, and like a misty fairy song. Every note was filled with the tenderness of a woman.
Her words were in illusion, but they made Ye Chen's old body tremble.
Just because he could hear the words of the woman in the dream.
Just because the voice of the woman in the dream is extremely familiar and has already been engraved in my soul.
He raised his head suddenly and stared at the opposite side. The woman in the dream was turning into reality bit by bit from the dream. It was as if she was carved out of thin air, carving out her face in the prosperous age, carving out her peerless elegance, her white clothes and white hair. , more holy than the falling snow, like a fairy descending from the sky, not eating the fireworks of the world, not disturbing the dust of the world, and as beautiful as a dream.
"Fellow Taoist, can you calculate your fate for marriage with this little girl...?" Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Okay!" Ye Chen cried and smiled.