It was actually very sticky when I smelled it at that time.
But he won't say anything, and he won't pester the dust to ask for it. He doesn't need to hold or hold him. His clinging people are silently following him.
It seems that there is a place where there is no dust, so that he can stay at ease.
Although the name of Wen Shi was something that could not be picked up by the dust, he never called it well, and he always gave Wen Shi a nickname.
If he doesn't make a sound when he hears it, if he doesn't find it, call him "little mute". If Wen Shi was like a snow dumpling and followed several places, he would be called "Little Tail" if he couldn't find it.
Children are very forgetful, and as long as they don't mention unpleasant things, they will soon be thrown out of their minds. That's how it was when I first smelled it—
Chen Dao soaked him in medicine for a few days, the black mist on his hands disappeared, and he could sleep peacefully until dawn. He felt that it didn't seem like a big deal.
In fact, it was only because he had recovered from a cold and a cold, and his mind was at peace. But he didn't know, he thought his physique had changed, and there were fewer things hidden in his body.
That year was probably Wen Shi's least burdensome year, and he would even take the Golden Winged Dapeng down the mountain to play.
But his play is restrained and quiet.
People at the foot of the mountain would still call him a ghost. When he was young, he would either throw stones from a distance, or turn his head and run away, as if he would be skinned and eaten by him if he stayed longer.
So when I smell it, I never go to lively places, and I choose places where no one is there to drill, such as mountains, woods, and streams. This later became his nature.
Maybe it's because he's not very lively, he likes things that are fresh and lively. The top of Songyun Mountain is too cold, and there are not many living creatures. At the foot of the mountain, he saw a litter of rabbits, a few bastards, and two fishes that he could watch for a long time.
When he was nesting in the woods, he often encountered a mother-in-law who collected herbs. His mother-in-law had a bit of a relationship with him. Back then, he was brought back by Chen Dao and kept at the foot of the mountain, in that mother-in-law's house.
The time of raising is not long, and the child does not remember anything, so the relationship is not very deep. But that mother-in-law was the only one who showed kindness to him without reservation.
Every time I saw him in the woods, I would stuff him something. Sometimes it is washed fruit, sometimes it is steamed cake at home.
The fruit is often too soft and the cake is a little dry, which is not very delicious for children. But when I smelled it, I always sat there cross-legged, eating cleanly under my mother-in-law's eyes. It didn't take long for him to learn to return the gift.
In the late winter and early spring of the second year, the mountain was lively for many days with the ancestors worshipping the ancestors and praying for blessings. Wen Shi avoided that period of time, except for the time when Chen didn't lead him out, he never went down the mountain alone.
When the excitement subsided, he went to the woods at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't meet the herb-collecting mother-in-law for several days.
He couldn't stay still, so he hugged his golden-winged Dapeng, and while holding the bird's beak to keep it from making a sound, he touched the edge of the village. Then, he saw the white soul flag on the bamboo pole by the house and the paper money on the ground.
Neighbors in the village who were close to the deceased were wearing filial piety, and when I heard the news, I vaguely heard them say that my mother-in-law was gone. After the New Year, I ate a full meal, and left when I went to bed.
Many children are too young to understand the meaning of death. I just felt that there were so many people, and I was led by the elders to kowtow at the door, and they started chasing and playing.
But you know when you hear it. He knew that from now on, whether in spring, summer, autumn or winter, if he went to that forest again, no one would carry a basket and stuff him with fruits and sweet cakes with a smile.
That night, Wen Shi had that dream again.
Only this time, the dream is not only a ghost town and a sea of corpses, but also a mother-in-law who collects medicine. She walks staggeringly on that dark long road, no matter how much she calls her, she doesn't look back.
And those ghost cries were like needle-pointed knives, digging into his head, stabbing and nailing them, causing him to have a splitting headache and unable to break free.
When I smelled it, I competed with those things for a long time in my dream.
When he finally opened his eyes, he found that he was not on the couch, but was standing at the door of the room where the dust could not reach.
He was stunned for a while, then shuddered, then turned his head and ran away, and then he didn't dare to close his eyes again.
Golden-winged Dapeng is not afraid of black fog, which is known when he smells it. He didn't go back to his room, he sat cross-legged on the rocky cliff of the exercise platform, licking the hairy head of the golden-winged Dapeng, and seeing that it was still alive and alive under the black mist, he could feel a little better.
After sitting for some time, he heard a rustling sound behind him, the sound of the robe swiping over the pine branches and the white snow.
He knew that the dust was not coming, but he was bored and didn't look back.
Because as long as he thought of himself standing in the doorway of the dust-free room like a ghost last night, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable. At that time, he didn't understand why he was uncomfortable, but it was only after a long time that he realized that it was a kind of fear.
I'm afraid that one day I will be out of control and hurt the people I don't want to hurt the most. Although he knew that as long as Chen did not take a little precaution, it would not be possible for him to be hurt.
"Why did my tail fall here?" Chen Buoyed down behind him, resting his chin in his palm to make him raise his head.
Maybe it was because his eyes were too red, Chen Dao was stunned for a moment, wiped the tears hanging from his chin, and turned him around again.
When smelling, he stretched out a hand and said, "Those things are coming out again."
Chen Buduo nodded: "I see."
When I smelled it, I thought he would ask "what's the matter", but I heard him say, "Does it hurt?"
In fact, it is painful, especially, especially painful. It is the kind of pain that burrows into the head, heart, and body, and adheres to the spiritual image, and no matter how you get rid of it, you cannot get rid of it.
But it may be that he has been awake for a long time, and he feels fine again when Chen does not ask such a question. So he shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "It doesn't hurt."
Chen Buo bent over to look at the top of his head, and said after a while, "You learn to lie at a young age."
Wen Shi frowned, raised his face and asked, "How do you know that I lied."
Chen Dao: "Because I am the master."
He sat down on the stone platform, looked at the black mist on his body when he smelled it, and moved to the side quietly. He thought that he moved very carefully and would not be noticed, but in fact, he should have been invisible to the dust.
The other party was silent for a long time and said, "Show you something."
He still kept his distance when smelling, and looked at him curiously with his eyes open.
Chen Dao opened his palm to him. That hand was clean and warm, and it was prettier than any hand I had ever seen when I smelled it. He stared for a while, and couldn't help but put his black hands behind him.
As a result, just after hiding it, he saw that the dustless palm was slowly overflowing with a black mist exactly like him, and the stream continued...
He was so shocked that he forgot to speak.
Chen Duo explained that in that year there were constant wars and famines, and he walked through many places, and almost every place was a cage formed by tens of thousands of people.
Those resentments can hardly be melted away, they can only be suppressed first and take their time.
Chen did not close his fingers, and the black mist disappeared obediently, without the slightest gesture of showing his teeth and claws. He said, "So you see, I'm the same as you."
From that day on, it was only when I heard it that I realized that such a person in the world was not the only one, and there was no dust.
This should have been a piece of heart disease, but suddenly it became a secret connection, and no one but the two of them knew about it.
"Then why don't you run around?" Wen Shi asked.
"Because of peace of mind." Chen Buo said.
The reason why ordinary people have those thick and inextricable black fog is because of resentment and jealousy, because of emotions, love, hate, sorrow and joy, because there are too many ties and obstacles.
Like the sea of corpses and blood that I experienced when I heard it, I have seen too many of them. He sent countless people to leave the world cleanly, so he left far more karmic relationships than Wen Shi.
Those that cannot be dissipated for a while will accumulate in the body.
When their hearts are settled, they stay silent, as if they have just found a place to live, and keep them quietly, silently or even without a trace. But as long as there is a slight shake and a gap leaks out, they will be wild and wanton.
Those are the most intense emotions and desires in the world, enough to become obsessions, and they can easily affect a person's mind. Those who are sad are terribly sad, those who are happy are ecstatic, even people who have no emotions will become restless and anxious.
If you are not careful, you will become another person under the influence of this almost inner demon.
That's why, if you don't get enough dust, you must cultivate the most absolute way. Because he hides too many karmic relationships on his shoulders, a little carelessness is the hardest thing to do.
But at that time, Chen Dao didn't say that. To be precise, he never actually said that.
He just handed over to Wen Shi and said, "Let's go, take you to a place."
That was the first time when Wen Shi was brought into the cage, the mother-in-law who collected the medicine.
At that time, he only practiced the basic skills, and he knew neither puppets, spells, or formations. Can't do anything in the cage, just follow the dust.
However, the concerns of ordinary people would not have been so earth-shattering. The cage was very small and could be solved without any trouble. Chen Dao took him, just let him see that mother-in-law again.
At that time, Wen Shi felt that Chen Bubu could see through all his thoughts. He obviously didn't say anything, but he didn't know anything.
After coming out of the cage, Chen Dao led him back to the top of the mountain, drawing a trace of dust from his fingers, and said, "That mother-in-law left something for you. What do you want, rabbit? Fish and bird?"
When smelling it, he asked him, "What can I live forever?"
The dust does not say: "Every living thing has an end."
Wen Shi held out the bird in his arms: "You clearly said that the Golden Winged Dapeng can."
Chen Buo raised his eyebrows and said, "It's pretty smart."
Of course, he didn't turn an old man's legacy into a manipulative puppet, and he wouldn't point to the golden-winged Dapeng and say that the bird came back to life as before.
After all, now that the little apprentice has grown up a little, it is not easy to lie.
He led the dust left by his mother-in-law who collected herbs to the spring pond on the top of the mountain, and it became a golden-red koi.
That was the first time when Wen Shi truly understood the meaning of the existence of the judge - to send those deceased people away, and then help them leave something for this red dust homeland.
Wen Shi crouched by the spring pool and asked, "How long can the fish live?"
Chen Dao said, "It depends on how you raise it. This fish can live for seventy or eighty years, enough for an ordinary person's life. If you don't raise it well, it may turn over tomorrow, so be careful."
Wen Shi glared at him, not understanding why he was so dangerous.
There is a white plum tree next to the spring pond, which is full of snow white when the flowers are blooming. He pointed to the tree and said, "How big is it?"
Chen Bubu thought about it and said, "It's about the same as me, it's quite big."
In the eyes of Wen Shi at that time, Chen Dao was a cyclist who would never grow old or die. So he squatted on the edge of the pond and watched the fish, muttering in a low voice that he would be able to get out of the cage in the future, and he would turn all the dust into trees.
Chen Dao didn't tease him: "With so many trees, where are you going to plant them? The trees won't speak."
When smelling: "Can the fish speak?"
Chen Buo leaned against the tree to look at him, and said with a low smile: "Don't look at it and don't like to talk, it's quite like that when you are fierce."
Hearing that, he headed towards the spring pond to build rocks, ignoring him. After building for a while, I felt that this spring pool was really empty, with only one fish, and it was all alone.
"You don't say anything for a long time yourself, and you're actually afraid that the fish will suffocate to death?" Chen Buo raised his eyebrows, a little novel. After a moment, he nodded, straightened up and left.
After a while, he came over with something, bent down and put it in the spring pool and said, "I found something, I will accompany it for you."
When I smelled it, I took a closer look, a little bastard.
He raised his head and confronted Chen Dao for a while, then turned his head and left. After a long while, he brought another bastard over and threw it into the spring pool.
Chen Dao glanced at it: "Who is this for?"
He didn't lift his head when he smelled: "You."
Chen Buduo laughed and scolded: "It's the opposite of the sky."
Later, when I smelled it back, I found that his words were not too few when he was a child, but he left Bu Ning and the others with the impression of being ignorant, probably because he couldn't hear what he said to Chen.
After that day, Wen Shi seriously learned the skills of a judge, no longer for a long-term settlement.
There are many things that Chen can't know, whether it is puppet art or spell formation, he is all ancestors. If you have to talk about the shortcomings, it is probably the hexagram technique. Because hexagrams are more based on nature.
Bu Ning is the one who is naturally suitable for learning hexagrams. What he sees when he accidentally enters a meditation is more than what other people hold on to all kinds of tools for a day.
But there are also disadvantages. His physique is between people and spirits, and his spirit is inherently unstable. It's like putting a layer of water in a shallow dish. With a gentle push, half of it can be poured out. If you are in a cage, you are especially vulnerable to being deceived, possessed, or contaminated with something.
Like him, who can't stabilize himself, the puppet technique is basically insulated from him. So he learned the formation technique, supported by the hexagram technique. As long as he took the lead in everything, he would basically have no problem with a big formation.
Zhong Sixue's spell, because of dexterity. Sometimes you can use spells to form a formation, and sometimes you can borrow spells to form objects, which is equivalent to mastering the three-point formation method and three-point puppet technique. On weekdays, he can calm down the house, drive away evil spirits and disasters, and when he plays, he can catch people off guard and conduct sneak attacks.
He is outgoing, likes to tease people, and a little reckless. The formation method is too quiet, and the puppet technique needs to be tough and delicate. In comparison, the spell is more suitable for him.
Zhuang Ye is good at making friends, and his biggest temper is that he has no temper. At a young age, he is a little bit mean to accept all rivers. He can do anything, and he can stop at everything. If he is not good at learning, he does a miscellaneous repair.
Wen Shi has never swayed, since he had Golden Winged Dapeng, he decided to learn puppet art.
In this puppet art, the lower limit is very low, and the upper limit is extremely high. Anyone learning to get started can pinch a gadget or two. But to learn fine, there are more requirements - to be calm enough, steady enough, tough enough, spiritually strong but not too rigid.
Every time you put a puppet out, it is equivalent to dividing a part out of your body, you have to suppress it, but also make it compatible with your own spirit.
This kind of feeling is actually very awkward. To adapt, it all depends on hard work.
Therefore, Wen Shi will always be the most diligent practitioner among the brothers and sisters, even if he is getting more and more powerful with the naked eye.
He was always the first to get up and the last to go to bed. Bu Ning and the others did not believe in evil, and tried to fight with him. As a result, no matter what time they got up, they could always see Wen Shi's bird standing on the training table and combing its hair.
Oh no, that's not a bird of smell, to be precise, a golden-winged Dapeng that can't be dusted, let Wenshi keep it.
When Golden-winged Dapeng turned to look at him, they were always envious and guilty, and then they ran to the junior brother and joined the practice team.
After several times, they asked seriously, "Are you going to sleep or not?"
Wen Shi glanced at them questioningly, the expression on his face brushed the bright words: What are you talking about in your sleep
"Is it so hard to practice puppetry?" Zhong Si sat on the pine branch with his feet up, clapped the talisman paper, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't learn it."
In fact, it's not just learning puppetry when he wakes up so early in the morning. He touched a book in the room, trying to cleanse himself.
Chen Dao actually doesn't advocate that these apprentices practice the same way as him. After all, as long as they are in the world, it is too difficult to want to be completely free of obstacles. Spirit washing is just an aid, and it is quite a bit of a knife to scratch one's own spirit.
He had already planned this for a long time, and he would wait until he was able to endure it when he reached the top of his puppet skills. He will strip the hundreds of thousands of resentment from the spirit of hearing, and take it all by himself.
He never said it, and every time he smelled it, he explained another seemingly benign method.
But in fact, when you smell it, you know everything, and you know everything clearly.
He didn't want to assign the things he should carry to Chenbuo, so he began to secretly wash his soul very early. He knew that the golden-winged Dapeng would sue, and he always tied it with puppet strings at the beginning.
Later, he used the method of boiling the eagle and talking about (fear) Dao (scare) reason, and let the bird stand on his side. He is not good at lying, and relies on Lao Mao to support him.
Chen Bubu didn't expect that his puppet could be turned into a betrayal by him. When he found out, Wen Shi had been repairing it for many years. The little snowman who had been nesting in a ball at every turn became tall, tall, thin and straight.
He was 17 that year.
Because of the frequent cleansing of the spirit, I have cultivated the path of no hanging and no hindrance. When you smell it, it looks colder than when you were a child, and it is more difficult to get close to. He had edges and corners in the process of growing up as a teenager, unlike when he poked a hole when he was a child, he gradually had a sharp taste.
So that several senior brothers wanted to tease him again, and were a little afraid of him. In terms of temperament alone, he seems to be the biggest one.
In those years, the world was always in chaos. Chen Duo is not often in Songyun Mountain, and when I smell it, I often don't see him for a while.
Teenagers are always the most changeable, sensitive and erratic. Even if you have cultivated the unhindered and unobstructed Dao, you still owe some fire when you hear it, so you can't completely avoid the commonplace.
He just looked cold, not without the slightest worldly emotions, especially in the dust.
When he was young, he was just like that. He has grown into a man without realizing it, and Chen Dao still looks like that. His own changes are thousands of miles away, but he is always the one who lazily leans against the white plum tree and scolded him with a smile for "being arrogant and arrogant against the sky".
This gave him a paradoxical sense of separation.
It seems that he has grown up in the mountains, but it is a figure that occasionally shines over in the gap of time. Not like elders, but more like guests.
Once, Chen Bu didn't return until several months later, wearing the mask he often wears when he sees outsiders, walking among the mountain roads. The snow-white robe swept across the bluestone like a cloud, and was brushed past by the red smock.
Wen Shi happened to come up from the other side of the mountain, and when he saw him from a distance, he suddenly stopped. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the person in the distance was a little strange.
They should be close, closer than anyone else in the world. They also have a common secret, which is the worldly relationships hidden in the spirit.
But beyond these, there is something unfamiliar.
It is not indifference and alienation, but suddenly there is some subtle distance.
This kind of feeling arises imperceptibly and comes for no reason, and it is always unclear when I smell it.
It was not until another mid-spring two years later, when they had just broken a cage and returned to Songyun Mountain. After a short rest, they went to the training platform on the mountainside.
Bu Ning is a weak body type who can collapse when the wind blows. He is also a broken mouth who likes to worry. While arranging along the rocks, he said, "I heard from the master the other day that we can go down the mountain after the younger brother and the crown. Accept disciples and enter the world. But I'm used to living with you, and I'm alone, why don't we have a company?"
Zhong Si used the spell to play the wind and messed up the formation he had set up, while answering: "Okay, you are so small, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive for a few days when you go down the mountain alone."
Bu Ning pointed at him from a distance, and warned him in a very imposing manner: "You play again? Are you afraid of a catastrophe in six days?"
"Don't be afraid, it's a big deal, I won't go down the mountain." Zhong Si said so, but he put away the troublesome hand, turned his head and asked the other two again.
Zhuang Ye has a nickname, "Zhuang Hao Hao", because when asked anything, he is always "good Hao Hao", the least temperamental. So Zhong Si was mainly asking about the news. After all, their biggest bet every day was whether this Junior Brother Bing Slag was happy or unhappy.
It's a pity that I happened to be unhappy when I heard it at the moment.
There is still a year before he reaches the crown, and he has heard that sentence a few times before Chen. But every time he thinks of "going down the mountain", maybe he won't come back for a long time, he has an indescribable dullness and irritability.
At that time, Zhuang Ye was using the puppet thread to practice precision one by one, using a thin silk thread to fight birds, fish, falling petals, and flying insects.
The wind whistled, very scary. When you smell it, you can't avoid it. With his thin eyelids drooping, he leaned against the tree, pursing his lips and smoothing the puppet lines on his fingers.
"What do you think?" Zhong Sichong asked in the direction he heard.
He didn't lift his eyes when he heard it, and said slyly, "Let's talk about it next year."
"Junior brother, how can the puppet line be thrown out?" Zhuang Ye asked.
He was still not interested when he heard it. He just happened to hear a sound on the mountain road and gave Zhuang Ye a demonstration. As a result, as soon as the puppet line was thrown out, he was startled.
Because the people who turn around on the mountain road are not dusty.
At that time, when it was heard, the puppet technique was not far from the cap. The puppet line swept over at the most tricky angle, so fast and powerful that it was impossible to let go.
As a result, the puppet lines were brought together by Chen Dao's hand, and they were held in the palm of his hand. The snow-white cotton thread went around the bend of his long, bony index finger, wrapped around his ring finger, and hung down.
That was the first time Wen Shi knew how deeply the puppet line was implicated with the puppet master.
At that moment, his half-drooping eyes trembled. That clean and slender finger seems to be holding more than just a few silk threads, but has penetrated into his spiritual appearance.
His puppet-stretched fingers curled up and looked up at the people on the mountain road.
"You haven't seen me for a while, then attacked me with a puppet line?" Chen Dao was not annoyed, he asked him with a smile, and then released his fingers.
The puppet line slipped from his fingers, and the others quickly and respectfully called "Master", but when they heard it, they didn't say a word, they narrowed their brows and retracted the puppet line.
That night, Wen Shi had another long-lost dream.
It's still that empty city with mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, or the cries of ghosts everywhere. It's just that those ghosts and ghosts have become blurred, like the silhouettes of twisted demons, and the ghosts are crying near and far, looming, like sighs and low voices.
He stood in the empty hall wrapped in ghosts, with his ten fingers wrapped around the thread-hanging puppet thread. into puddles.
He suddenly heard a movement behind him, turned around suddenly, and tightened the puppet line. But he saw Chenbuo standing there barefoot, the snow-white cedar hanging loosely.
His eyes were long, and he fell from his half-closed eyes. He glanced at Wen Shi, then raised his hand and brushed his thumbs one by one over his tight puppet line, wiping away the water marks on it.
When he smelled, he looked at the puppet line under his fingers and licked his dry lips.
"Call someone." The other party held him with a puppet string and whispered.
He closed his eyes when he smelled it, moved his lips and said, "No dust."
He woke up the moment he said those three words.
The unremoved puppet thread on his fingers instinctively threw out, breaking up Lao Mao's standing bird stand, and fell to the ground with a clatter.
He was sitting on the couch, frowning, his body tense, his snow-white clothes as loose and messy as in a dream, covered in sweat that he did not know when.
I don't know when it started to rain outside, the water is gurgling, and when it drips down the eaves, it will make a sticky and ambiguous sound. He pursed his lips when he smelled it, his plain white face was reflected in the light, and he breathed slowly.
The door of the house was suddenly knocked twice, and then gently pushed open.
When I smelled it, I looked up and saw Chen Buu standing at the door with a lamp. His eyes were filled with splendid candles, and his voice was hoarse and sleepy: "What's wrong?"
He looked at him when he smelled it, but didn't answer.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound of thunder outside the house, and all the insects in the mountains were startled.
The dusty eyes glanced down slightly and landed on his hands. When he heard it, he lowered his head and saw that he was shrouded in black mist and entangled in the world. It was the thick love, hatred, sadness, joy, emotions and desires of the world.