"The one in my courtyard? Did you read it right?" Cheng Qian asked with a little doubt.
A few people came back from the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and still settled in the restaurant in the southern border town. Yan Zhengming picked up the cause and effect of what he saw in the seal of the head of the head - choked the head and the tail, and concealed each and every one of them. An ambiguity that shouldn't be mentioned.
"At that time, when it was hot, I used it to copy scriptures every day, and I didn't see any difference," Cheng Qian shook his head, "Isn't it just a flat stone? I thought it was a bigger jade at most. ."
Shuideng asked curiously: "Is there really a stone in the world that can make people's dreams come true? Third Senior Brother, what did you think about when you copied the scriptures on it, did you realize it?"
Cheng Qian: ""
At the time, he just suspected that the stone might be worth some money, and thought that if the Fuyao faction was too poor to open the pot, he would carry this thing down the mountain and find someone to carve it and sell it.
It doesn't seem to have come true.
Cheng Qian managed to keep the nonchalance on his face, and said calmly: "Of course, when copying scriptures, we must get rid of distracting thoughts. What can I think?"
After listening to it, Shuideng felt very admirable, she herself could never be free from distractions.
Li Yun interjected: "Your third senior brother was only in his early ten years, and all he could think about all day was to practice his words and swords well, and let his qi enter his body earlier, so that Han Yuan would not bother him when he was digging out the eggs. , Senior Brother Incense Burner, go far away, uh, Senior Senior Brother Sect Master, I didn't mean that."
Under Yan Zhengming's eyes, Li Yun laughed dryly and changed the topic: "There is only such a unique piece of such a strange stone from the prehistoric times to the present, and I will definitely not care about these messy trivialities, the so-called 'what you want to do', What you want must be something that you can't get by asking for it, something that cannot be achieved by human beings."
"Don't show that you can," Yan Zhengming interrupted him, "Tell me, what is the 'Secret Realm of Three Lives'?"
"Don't provoke me, I've really heard of this." Li Yun leaned back on the chair, raised his chin slightly, and said triumphantly, "There are three thousand great mysteries in the world, and six thousand small mysteries, except for a few people who are caught by others. Except for the occasional discovery, most of them are not known, and the 'Secret Realm of Three Lives' was first recorded in the magic way."
"The magic way?" Cheng Qian was stunned, "Is there a wall full of engravings on the bottom floor of the Jinglou? I read it when I was a child, but I have never seen any secret realm."
"Listen to me, the types of exercises recorded in the front of the magic way are very boring, but at the end there is a volume called 'Anecdote', you must not have read it," Li Yun said shaking his head, "That 'Anecdote' It's really interesting, telling a lot of stories about big devils, about vendettas, about love and hatred, and messy little stories of being deceived, some of which are quite ups and downs."
Cheng Qian didn't know what he was so proud of.
- -
Li Yun said: "There is a record of 'Three Lives Secret Realm'. According to legend, this secret realm shows up once every three thousand years. There is nowhere to find the path. They all gave them great opportunities, but this 'Secret Realm of Three Lives' is very special. It drives all the 'destined people' crazy. It is said that there is a mirror in this secret realm, which allows people to see the fate of the person or thing they care about most. ."
Puddle: "End?"
These two words are not good words, and they sound a bit unpleasant.
Li Yun nodded and said: "Well, for example, if you hollow out your mind and think about immortality, you will see yourself in the mirror blowing the lamp and pulling out wax, what you want most, but seeing things backfire with your own eyes, just think about it. I know what it's like. It's an understatement to say that, and if you really go in and turn around, no one can be indifferent."
Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "There is something wrong with the 'destined people' picked in this secret realm, right?"
He has almost sorted out the cause and effect in his heart - Master Tong Ru somehow strayed into the secret realm of Sansheng, listening to the voice, he must have seen the result of the bloodline of the Fuyao faction being cut off, and then hurriedly went to find the owner of Zhuque Pagoda Xu Yingzhi, Xu Yingzhi gave him a calculation, and it seemed that he had drawn a lottery.
Later, Tong Ru found out what he wanted to do through some method. The big demon in the group of demons and the island owner Gu both discouraged him, but he insisted on going his own way, and even went so far as to get into trouble, and later triggered a series of follow-up events. What Xu Yingzhi said, Tong Ru backfired, but personally pushed the Fuyao faction to the point where its blood was cut off.
"Second Senior Brother, you really know everything," Shuikeng said with emotion, and then his voice changed, "But when are you going to change me back?"
Li Yun: "This"
Yan Zhengming was also distracted and asked: "And your pile of useless grass is enough to raise sheep. Have you made the poison avoidance pill?"
Li Yun: "I"
"Then let's go soon!" Yan Zhengming roared, pushed away the chair and walked straight away, only saying, "I want to go back to sleep, don't disturb me."
The head's impetuous energy was almost beyond words, and the remaining three looked at each other in dismay.
The puddle heard a door slam, shook his feathers, jumped on the table for unknown reasons, and asked, "Who hired him?"
Her two senior brothers reflected for a moment each, looked at each other with "is it you" eyes, and shied the responsibility.
In the end, Cheng Qian was the first to be condemned by his conscience. He touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly, "It seems to be me."
Shuikeng and Li Yun said in unison, "What did you do?"
Cheng Qian was actually more confused than the two of them, as if it was inexplicable, the senior brother suddenly ignored him - he didn't look in his direction, he didn't answer his words, he either looked down and looked around when he spoke, or pretended to think about something, In short, it's all like he doesn't exist.
When he entered the room, Cheng Qian deliberately sat next to him, and as a result, their wonderful senior senior brother came to sit upright on the spot, his face was so stretched that he could pull it off as a trousers belt, and he looked awe-inspiring and inviolable. She covered her face with a fan and said, "My concubine is not selling herself."
The three of them looked at each other and felt that each other's expressions were all "The Sect Master took the wrong medicine again" and "The Sect Master took the wrong medicine every day", so they had to separate.
Li Yun retreated for two days, and made a few bottles of anti-drug pills. , So I worked hard every day to practice with a bird body, much more diligently than when I was a human being.
Sect Master Yan lived a life where he went to the door without leaving the door, and he didn't even see anyone every day, and shouted to people outside through the door.
It has not been a day or two for the big brother to make trouble unreasonably. It has been a problem since he was a child. Cheng Qian's usual method of dealing with it is to go back to practice silently.
But this time, Cheng Qian always walked involuntarily, thinking back and forth in his mind about what Li Yun, who was under the True Dragon's banner, had said that day.
Finally, Cheng Qian stood up silently, glanced at his spotless room and the cold water on the table, he felt his own indifference, he turned around and pushed open the door to go out, and he fell silently outside Yan Zhengming's house, as if there were a The rustling leaves, not even a speck of dust, sat down on the slightly raised eaves.
This year, the moon is 15th and 16th round. On the mid-autumn day, there is a little regret. The night sky in southern Xinjiang is clear and the moonlight is like washing. After looking at it for a long time, it will feel a little dazzling. graceful.
When I was a child, I was on Fuyao Mountain. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my master would take them to worship their ancestors and worship the moon like a family, and then lead them to the "Wonderful Hall" to share cakes and fruits to eat. At that time, the master thought he had grown up. , I often asked Master to drink new wine, but Master always took him as a child to fool him, took a large pot of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus water, mixed it with the wine at the bottom of the glass, let him taste it, and lied to him that it was authentic sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
Later, this little habit was saved by the senior brother to Qinglong Island. Every time you drink, you must mix it with sweet-scented osmanthus, otherwise it will not be the same as the taste.
The road to practice is long, and the annual festivals seem to be one after another, and once they pass, it seems that the previous ones can also be followed.
But Cheng Qian recalled these, and he felt that those long-term memories always seemed to be separated from his vision of flowers in the fog.
He found that his blood was cold.
Cheng Qian suddenly turned down from the eaves.
At this time, the elderly shopkeeper had already rested, and only his daughter was left to settle the accounts. She was taken aback by Cheng Qian who suddenly appeared in front of her. Feeling a little embarrassed, he stepped forward and asked, "What is your command?"
"Uh" when the words came to his lips, Cheng Qian felt that he was a bit stupid to say it. He hesitated for a moment, smiled a little bit self-deprecatingly, and took out some change, "You Lao girl help me buy something."
After a while, Cheng Qian knocked on Yan Zhengming's door with two wine barrels and an oiled paper bag.
An impatient voice came from inside: "I'm retreating, what's the noise?"
This was the first time Cheng Qian had encountered such a casual retreat.
He was silent for a moment at the door, and said to himself, "Why should I be so polite to him?"
Looking back, when did he politely knock on Yan Zhengming's door? When did you carefully coax Yan Zhengming
"Am I scared too?" Cheng Qian thought.
Then he pointed and swiped, and easily opened the door of the guest room of this mortal restaurant. Cheng Qian casually lifted the hem of his clothes, broke down the door in a grand manner, and flicked his sleeves slightly while Yan Zhengming was stunned. The magpie nest put the things on the table, and then said: "You are almost done, are you gone?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
Sect Master Yan maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, blinked dreamily, his eyes landed on the wine barrel and oil-paper package on the table, and asked dumbly, "What is this?"
Cheng Qian glanced at him, opened the oil-paper package, revealing a few shoddy pastries inside, and opened one of the jugs, the aroma of wine wafted out, and the other jug was filled with sugar water, Cheng Qian was afraid The saccharification was not clean, so I picked up the pot and shook it vigorously, and then I mixed the two together and greeted Yan Zhengming, "Come and eat."
Yan Zhengming: "I won't get the food that comes to me."
Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to eat?"
Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, and walked over very spinelessly.
Cheng Qian got up and said, "I'm going to call the second senior brothers and the others."
"Hey," Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand to hold him, "don't need to call, they've been busy these days, and after you're gone, we don't have the habit of celebrating - sit down and have a drink with me."
Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, sat at the table, watched Yan Zhengming took two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed a glass to Cheng Qian: "Can I drink it?"
"Yes," Cheng Qian nodded, "it's just that I haven't had a drink for a long time."
Yan Zhengming sat down across a table, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's face, the moonlight was too full on the fifteenth night, Cheng Qian always felt that the eyes of the senior brother were unusually deep.
Yan Zhengming said, "I saw that you only touched water all the time, and thought it was because of your practice, so you couldn't eat anything else."
Cheng Qian paused for a while, then said calmly: "I cultivated Yuan Yuan in Ju Lingyu, innately inedible, food and fine wine can easily arouse the appetite, the desire is messy, and it will be difficult to encounter the catastrophe, so the unnecessary ones are also Just quit."
After all, monks are all mortals, and the desire to eat and eat is always accompanied by life, especially food, which has been used for many years. Even if the physical body can be inedible, most monks have not reached the critical moment of washing the marrow, or deliberately cultivated heartlessly. Most of the exercises such as desire will still retain the habits of the mortal era.
Yan Zhengming nodded, there were countless words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start when facing Cheng Qian, so he had to drink.
Cheng Qian took a shallow sip of the wine in the glass—it was said to be wine, but in fact, the taste of the wine had been washed away by the sugar water, and a strong sweetness rushed to the eyebrows. Putting down the cup, it took a while for the sweet taste in his mouth to dissipate a little, which seemed to awaken his dusty and rusty senses.
From his chest down, a warm current rushed into his heart, and Cheng Qian shivered slightly, realizing a long-lost feeling of being a human being.
Yan Zhengming suddenly asked thoughtlessly: "Xiao Qian, are you so strict and self-disciplined for the sake of longevity and the way of heaven?"
Cheng Qian didn't know where these words came from, so he paused and replied, "I didn't think about it."
Yan Zhengming looked sideways at him.
Cheng Qian said: "Master used to say that there is no difference between ascension or death. I didn't understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, it is indeed the same thing. Alive, it's good for everyone to be lively and lively together."
Yan Zhengming asked softly, "Have you been with us all the time?"
"Otherwise?" Cheng Qian really didn't seem to have touched the fireworks in the world for many years. A sip of "osmanthus wine" that was too light could warm him up. He suddenly reached across the table and grabbed Yan Zhengming's wrist, whispering. Said, "Senior brother, I know your difficulties."
Yan Zhengming's hand trembled, and the wine almost spilled out. The whole person froze for half on the spot. After a while, he awkwardly broke away Cheng Qian's hand and complained, "You're such an adult, don't use your hands and feet."
Xu is the effect of sugar water, Yan Zhengming's frowning brows finally opened, he sighed and said, "You are all fine, I can't say there is any difficulty - especially you."
Cheng Qian wiped the wall of the wine glass with his fingertips and smiled, "I know."
"What do you know?" Yan Zhengming laughed, shook his head, and lowered his head to pick up a piece of dessert brought by Cheng Qian. The restlessness in his heart suddenly faded a little, and he felt like it was nothing, anyway, Xiao Qian wouldn't Go, in the future, I will follow him everywhere in the future, looking for an opportunity to return to Fuyao Mountain, what else is there to ask for
Yan Zhengming's annoyed mood for a few days settled down, he stretched out his hand to twist the hard shell of the dim sum, and said with an old-fashioned attitude: "Hey, you poor, you bought dim sum with a few pennies? It's hard enough to smash your head, this thing Is it for people to eat?"
Cheng Qian smiled and said, "If you like to eat or not, you are very busy."
Said, he picked up the wine glass and drank the glass of sugar water mixed with a little wine.
As soon as the wine rolled to his throat, Cheng Qian realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't spit out the regret. Yan Zhengming had no time to answer when he saw Cheng Qian froze for a moment, reaching out and grabbing something as if he was a little unsteady. , Without waiting to grasp the edge of the table, he fell down without warning.
The Ju Lingyu that was killed this day turned out to be a cup!
It's a pity that not everyone can be so calm and relaxed on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the past few days, the gangster and gang are in a daze, wishing they could dig three feet into the ground to find their young master who disappeared for no reason.
On the mid-autumn night, there was a lot of people outside the Suzaku Pagoda. Everyone was looking forward to the moon on the top of the tower and the tower gate wide open. Only in front of a luxurious flying horse carriage, two Yuan monks were anxiously waiting for the results of their investigation.
A middle-aged man came hurriedly, shook his head solemnly at the two old men, and whispered: "Senior, there is no news that the young master wants to enter the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, do you think he will follow those people in that day? already?"
One of the old men shook his head and said, "Don't you know the young master's cultivation? Even if he has several strange treasures on his body, how can he get into the Vermilion Bird Pagoda at will? Go find it again, the young master is capricious for a while and is alone. Leaving home, the master explained that we must protect him thoroughly."
His voice fell, and there was a burst of exclamations from the surrounding crowd. I saw that it was time for the annual Suzaku Pagoda gate to open. The tyrannical heat around the pagoda suddenly cooled down, and the pagoda gate exploded with a "bang". No one came out from inside, only a cloud of black air loomed and rolled in it.
I don't know who said: "Look, there seems to be something wrong with this year's Vermillion Bird Pagoda."
Support: Please share it with your friends!