Su Yan came to the top of Mount Tai. This time, instead of going up from the foot of the mountain, he directly flew up from a remote place. Later, he went to a welcoming pine and found a bluestone to sit on it cross-legged.
The mountain breeze was hunting, blowing away his black hair, listening to the bells of the Taoist temple behind him, watching the shadowy neon lights below the mountain, Su Yan's heart was surprisingly calm at this moment.
Although there is only one day, but all that should be seen and ended, there is no regret. Although there is still time, he doesn't want to move. He just wants to sit in this highest place and listen to the sounds of nature.
When I was in another world, sometimes I dreamed of returning to the world at this moment, looking for what I had lost, but when one day you really got what you wanted, it calmed down.
People are so weird. Think about it since I came back today, I found Xiaoxia and arranged her life destination, the gold shop, and the food stalls. In the blink of an eye, she came here alone, quietly waiting for the arrival of the last moment.
Thinking about him, he is also very lucky, good and bad are gone, fortunate and unfortunate, loved, felt, cried, laughed, even if the tears have flowed freely, it is a heart-wrenching excitement. In fact, sometimes, choosing a path means choosing a life without regrets.
No regrets anymore, maybe it was the last time he missed in this world, maybe, he will never come back in this life, he probably won’t come back, because the regret in my heart has been revealed by him, here, only It can be his best memory. After all, he is dead, and there is no trace of him in this world.
It was late at night, and the stars began to pop out one after another in blinking. Su Yan raised his head and looked at them, not knowing which one of them he was on. The wind was very strong at night, especially at the top of the mountain, there were huge groups of them. The mountains are like giants, hidden in the darkness, they also have to rest.
No one looks at him, and no one talks to him. In the sky of the night, he seems to be the only one left, and there is no usual hippie smiling face. The lovers who eventually become married may forget him as time goes by, after all, once came.
Su Yan just waited so quietly. It's a pity that I can't see the sunrise anymore. It's okay. It's good to leave this regret. Maybe when I grow old, I will think about what regrets remain in my life. , I might think of this place, of my own hometown, in my hometown, the person who used to protect for life...
Time passed quietly, and when there was only one hour left, a voice came from behind Su Yan, no, it should be two.
"Master, be careful," a childish voice said.
"I know, I know." The old man responded with a smile.
"Master, why do you have to come here at Linxianya every half a month? Luhei at night, you are old again, if something happens, you let me do it." Xiaodao Tong held a flashlight in one hand, and supported an veteran who looked at least eighty years old in the other, reminding him to pay attention to the stone steps at his feet and complaining.
The veteran said he laughed, stopped, panting heavily, and there were ten more steps to the top of the mountain. When the wind was strong, the panting would become anxious, and it would easily cause a severe cough. He was too old to withstand this. , Had no choice but to breathe well before going up.
"This is a habit, and it is also the legacy of the celestial masters of the past. Since you have been chosen by me to be the next celestial master, you will come frequently in the future. At twelve o'clock in the evening, you have to cast sacrifices." The old angel shook his hand. Holding the crutches, he lovingly touched the back of the seven-year-old Taotong's head with one hand.
"Just these fifty shining stones?" Xiao Dao Tong raised his shoulders. A package was tied to his back. Inside, there was a strange stone that Master didn't know where he found. It looks good, but it's useless.
"right."
"But Master, many seniors have also gone down to the mountain to look for them. There is nothing underneath. Then, who is the sacrifice to? Gods? It's just fake, only in TV series and cartoons."
The elder Taoist laughed and said, "You know, when I was a child, I asked Master the same way. The Master said that he didn't know, but the only legacy his Master left him was this, so this custom has been passed down from generation to generation. It’s the same when you arrive. You are not required to expand any mountain gates and glorious lintels. I only hope that after I die, I will come to sacrifice once every half a month. Is it difficult?"
The little Taoist curled his lips: "It's too early to pass your breath. When I have a disciple, you will tell your disciple to go."
"Haha, you skin monkey, please please me, how long can I live? After this year, I will be one hundred and six, I can't do it, I can't do it." Started the final climb.
"That's still early. Didn't you say that Master lived a hundred and ten years old? You will definitely live a hundred years old." The little Dao Tong hurriedly went to help, and the veteran sneered and laughed: "You have to pay for it, you are late in entering the door. Some, otherwise, I would have closed my eyes six years ago."
Xiao Dao Tong was taken aback, and soon understood that he was wrong, and stuck out his tongue: "Hehe, I'm sorry, Master, you, you should be Shoubi Nanshan, Fu Ru Donghai, but having said that, I may be a man in the future. Long-lived people, look at the celestial masters of the past, they all lived at least a hundred years before they emerged and soared."
The old Taoist nodded, then looked at the package behind him: "Perhaps, it has something to do with frequent contact with them. After this time down the mountain, I will tell you where they came from..."
"Master, you see that there is someone in the immortal Panasonic." Before the old Taoist could finish his words, the little Taoist suddenly shouted. The old Taoist squinted his eyes and quickly took the reading glasses that hung around his neck to look, and went up the mountain. With it, I walked around and felt dizzy, so when I climbed at night, I would always wear it on my chest like a pocket watch. Hey, it really did. Could it be that today's tourists didn't go down the mountain? Why did you get here
Linxian Cliff is closed and forbidden to visit. Tourists now like adventure and staying up late. How long have you to sit here? I'm not afraid of catching a cold by the mountain breeze and tide at night.
The little Taoist priest is very excited, because he has been accompanying his master to come here to offer sacrifices for so long. At night, I always feel very scared. Sometimes the mountain wind blows over the branches of trees in the distance. The sound is like a ghost. Howling, it's terrible. Master is old again and walks tremblingly. In case it gets blown, it's so dark, and there is such a long mountain road to Taoist temple, what should I do
Now that I am fine, there is a person here, and I feel much more relieved.
"Hello Auntie, why are you here alone? How did you come up?" Xiaodaotong shouted softly while looking at Su Yan's back.
At this moment, Su Yan was still sitting on the bluestone below the welcoming pine, a white costume in ancient costume, blowing hunting noises, drifting back, the wooden hairpin on his head also fell aside, and his long hair moved with the wind.
It’s no wonder that Xiaodaotong would be called auntie. Nowadays, people seldom have long hair, let alone that long. Even if the seniors and uncles in Guanzhong have stayed for so many years, they just barely can insert the wooden hairpin. That's it. (End of this chapter)