The rain is falling like drops, and the sky and the earth are filled with vast water lines. You can't see what's ahead and you can't hear what's behind. The middle-aged letter guest lost both his hearing and vision, or because the speed was too fast, the water droplets hitting the middle-aged letter guest were swept away by the wind flowing from his body.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder subsided and the heavy rain disappeared in an instant. The middle-aged letter guest finally fell to the ground. He staggered a few steps and finally stood firm. There was a tea shed in front of him.
He had been a letterman for many years and recognized that this place was on the post road a hundred miles away from Qitao Mountain. However, at some point, there was an extra tea shed on the post road.
Perhaps it was after a heavy rain, but there were no pedestrians on the road at this time, and there was even less business in the tea shed.
There is only one tea maker, an old man sitting alone in the tea shed.
The boss at the front greeted the middle-aged visitor: "Sir, please come in and have a drink of water."
The middle-aged letter guest wanted to refuse, but subconsciously walked into the tea shed and found a seat to sit down.
The boss diligently brought the tea, which was steaming hot with tea foam floating on it, refreshing and natural. It's just a middle-aged guest who has just drank Shen Lian's spiritual tea. How can he still drink the tea here.
However, the boss did not persuade him diligently, but continued to play with things on the stall.
Another old man said to the middle-aged letterman: "I have nothing to do, so why don't I tell you a story?"
The middle-aged letter guest didn't know whether to refuse or accept, but the old man didn't give him a chance to choose.
The old man's clear voice slowly rose in the tea shed, and he first came with an opening poem: "Don't listen to what you say. The motto of life is, the rain is like silk in the melon stand in the bean shed. I should hate talking about human speech, and love to listen to autumn." The grave ghost sings."
People who specialize in storytelling will often write an opening poem before telling a story. The purpose is naturally to gather the audience's attention and listen to what he is saying.
The old man's opening poem really captured the audience's attention. The verses were concise and profound, and the middle-aged visitor suddenly became energetic.
As expected, the old man did not speak human language, but he told a story. The place where the story happened was Qitao Mountain. There was originally a peach tree on Qitao Mountain, which received the essence of heaven and earth, purified the grievances of lonely souls and ghosts all over the mountains and fields, and finally bore seven fruits.
Each of the seven peaches has spirituality. Over time, they turned out to be like human faces and were about to grow into babies. However, the seven peaches were so innocent and happy that they did not know how to hide it. Later, a woodcutter who went up the mountain discovered something strange. , was shocked by his popularity, and has been involved in the world of mortals ever since.
The spiritual nature of the foreign objects has not yet been determined, just like a child who was frightened by the woodcutter, and because the seven peaches grew on this mountain, they had some spiritual responses. After hearing what the people down the mountain said to the woodcutter, they wanted to go up the mountain to see them, so they stayed up all night Li urged the mother tree to escape out of the mountain.
It's just that these peaches didn't know that things were cheap when they left their hometown. In panic, they fled their hometown and lost the source of their spiritual power, which began to dry up halfway.
They are only somewhat spiritual, there is no magical way, and they are even more fragile when they are away from Qitao Mountain. Even if it takes root immediately, there will no longer be a place where the essence of the sun and the moon can be harvested at Qitao Mountain.
The spirituality withered, and under the instinct of survival, one peach began to devour the spirituality of the other brothers. After five days, the spirituality of five peaches was swallowed up by that one, and only the smallest peach survived.
Just when the peach was about to devour the youngest brother, a white crane flew down from the sky and took the youngest peach away.
After the remaining peach devoured the spirit of the other five peaches, its soul consciousness grew stronger and gradually took control of the entire peach tree, and its roots gradually rejuvenated.
A hare broke into the range of the peach tree. The peach had a strange thought in its mind, and its roots sprouted and strangled the hare. After devouring its flesh and blood, it became more energetic.
After that, it got the sweetness and began to kill creatures. At the same time, it kept moving to different places, living on blood, and gradually gained magical power and supernatural powers.
I don’t know how many years passed, but it finally reached a bottleneck in its cultivation and caused a thunderstorm in the sky. After all the efforts, it finally passed through it safely and transformed into a human body.
After the old man said this, he looked at the middle-aged letter guest with stern eyes and said, "Do you think it can be considered a human being since it has acquired a human body?"
The middle-aged Xinke was confused and unconscious. He wanted to nod and say: "Since there is a human body, it can be said to be a human being."
He didn't feel anything was wrong, and was about to blurt out, when Shen Lian's words suddenly rang in his mind: "If I want to know, I will know that the person who asked you to come is naturally the former owner of this manor. Tell him, I am Xi Young master of Liangcheng, Jie Yang Mountain is my property, not a single plant or tree here belongs to him. If he wants to come to argue, he can come to me, but I am afraid that he will not dare to come. "
The content of the message Shen Lian asked him to convey had nothing to do with this moment, but his ethereal and silent breath instantly awakened his consciousness and brought him back to his senses.
The middle-aged visitor said: "It is not a human being because it even eats its own brothers."
The old man said dejectedly: "But he was trying to survive. Don't people sometimes eat people?"
The middle-aged Xinke was angry. He was just a humble person, but he had a code of conduct. He said: "People who eat people are not human."
He doesn't understand etiquette and morality, but he has a simple view of good and evil, right and wrong. He believes that it is a monster. Even if it has a human body, it is still a monster, not a human being.
The old man's face gradually withered, and a gust of evil wind blew, and the middle-aged believer was blown out. At this time, he saw the Taoist on Qitao Mountain, sighed at him and said, "What did you see when you went to Jieyang Mountain?" people."
The middle-aged believer told him what had happened to him, and the Taoist looked moved and said: "It turns out that there are people in this world who are true to their words. Master, he did not lie to me."
The middle-aged believer didn't know that what Shen Lian said to him had become Dharma. This Dharma had no other effect, but it would not be easily erased by other Dharma.
So when he was about to recognize the demon that took human form, that part of the Dharma woke him up.
Shen Lian did not expect this, and neither did the old man who told the story. Everything seemed to be a coincidence, but the most important thing is that even though the middle-aged letter guest is humble, he also knows that such a monster is not a human being after taking a human body. .
The middle-aged visitor said uneasily: "Taoist Master, is there something wrong with that tea stall?"
The Taoist said quietly: "It is not a human, it is naturally a monster. Then it will start to eat humans. That's good. It is not too late to end this period of cause and effect and go to Jie Yang Mountain to see the master."
When the middle-aged believer woke up with a start, Shen Lian was touched. What he said was the Dharma unintentionally, and even such Dharma had no real power.
Just because he has reached the realm, he will have such an effect.
His soul has not fully recovered, and it is difficult to know the cause and effect, but he also knows that there is an accident.
Shen Lian had no intention of worrying about this, and entered samadhi step by step, being tempered by the breath of heaven and earth day and night. Although he did not deliberately interfere, his physical development was still much faster than that of ordinary babies.
The Taoist priests in Qitaoshan were worried about this matter.