"Aren't you killing people indiscriminately all the time? Otherwise, how could those rivers and lakes join forces to round up you?"
After hearing what I said, the fake master showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't want to explain anything to me.
Seeing his expression, I couldn't say any more. I didn't have much to say to the fake master. With his current attitude, I don't know what to say.
However, I still have a lot of questions in my mind, such as the golden orb, and the fake master told me before that both he and the master have only a part of the skull on top of their heads. There are no answers to these messy questions. If you want to know the truth, you have to talk to the fake master.
"Can I ask you something?"
"No." The fake master didn't listen to what I wanted to ask, and he refused with one mouthful. He turned his head and looked at me and said, "The less people know, the better. The more you know, it's for yourself. Dig a grave."
"You didn't even listen to what I was asking..."
"No matter what you ask, I don't know." The fake master took a breath, sat down again, looked at the sky that was about to shine, and said: "I'm talking to you, don't worry about so much business, yourself Find a place to live your life well."
"But… "
"What do you want to say, I know. Did Fu Qiandeng explain to you what you did?" The fake master smiled coldly: "You should just let him fart, don't worry about anything."
At this moment, there is indeed an unspeakable emotion in my heart. From beginning to end, I felt that the master was an upright and kind person, but the story told by the fake master today brought me some subtle changes.
I was thinking, if this incident did not happen back then, would the false master not become what it is today
I was up and down in my heart, and I didn't know what to say.
The sky gradually brightened, and the people in Tsing Yi Tower never caught up. I guessed that they must have been beaten by the fake master and afraid of chasing them. In such a cold day, after daybreak, the banks of the river are still deserted and desolate, and there is no half of a person to be seen.
"You go."
I was watching from both sides of the strait, and suddenly the fake master let me go. I was a little hesitant in my heart. I was tortured by the fake master the first two times. But this time, he not only helped me out, but he let me go so easily. I was really a bit unsure. I wonder if the fake master has any conspiracy.
"Why? Refusing to leave? Refusing to leave, then stay."
"No, no." I hurriedly stood up and said: "I don't have any conditions, just let me go like this?"
"Conditions? What conditions do you have to negotiate?" The fake master glanced at me and said, "I want a jade top stove, do you have one? The jade top stove is in Fu Qiandeng's hands, don't think I don't know."
"Then I... I'm really leaving..."
"Get out."
The fake master did what he said, and it really didn't trouble me this time. He moved the boat closer to the shore, and I quickly greeted the fortune teller, and got off the boat one after another.
"and many more."
When my feet fell on the ground, the false master's voice came from behind me again, and my heart tightened, wondering if he temporarily changed his mind
"how?"
"Remember Lao Tzu's words, relying on your ability, don't go back and forth in the future, otherwise you won't know how to die.
"The fake master stood by the boat and said, "Honestly find a place and live your life." "
I didn't answer either. I got up and left. I hurried out two or three miles. Looking back, the fake master had already sailed away.
From last night to now, it was really a false alarm. Although there was no surprise, it still scared me. I watched the fake master walk away, and then let the heart hanging in my throat let go. But I always murmured in my heart, why is the fake master so abnormal this time? After seeing me, he told me the master's story and took the initiative to let me go. This was not in line with his previous style.
I'm wondering whether the story told by the fake master is true or not. This is very important to me.
"Let's go, what else do you want?" The face of God fortune was not very good, and he took out the little yellow croaker I gave him. Maybe at this moment, only real money can make him feel better: "From then on, I'm a real lonely widow, I can't go to Xiao Cuier, I dare not go to Tsing Yi Tower, the world is so big, where is my home..."
"Don't be sad." I sighed secretly. The fortune teller was so righteous, he did not hesitate to fight against Tsing Yi Tower, but also rescued me. I am grateful that he has fallen to this step.
"In the future, if you become prosperous and make a fortune, don't forget me." The fortune teller looked at me pitifully and said: "I have saved most of my life's money, but now I am still not worthy of a penny. I will grow old in the future, what should I do? live… "
"Don't worry, if I eat one bite, I won't be hungry."
Now the mess is finally over temporarily, and I suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to the north this time. Dapan Mountain is still far from here, but if you want to find a boat or a horse, you may not be able to find it, you can only walk on foot. The fortune teller asked me where I was going, and I didn't need to hide it from him, so I told him, the fortune teller smacked his lips, his eyes were tumbling, and I didn't know what he was trying to do.
God fortune and I were very careful all the way, lest we were followed by someone, stop and go, specifically picking up those deserted paths. In this way, I walked cautiously for about four or five days, and finally reached the outskirts of Dapanshan.
At that time, when I was talking with Yang Lao in the small town, I asked the route very carefully. After entering the mountain from here, I had to walk for almost a day to reach the depths of the Dapan Mountain, and there was an unnamed gorge. When you reach the canyon, you can find the hanging view.
The road in the mountains is more difficult to walk than the road outside, but fortunately, there is only one way into the mountains. As long as you follow this small path, you will not get lost. When we got out of our way a few days ago, the god fortune teller and I threw away all the extra things. We couldn't find the village along the way. When we got here, we were hungry before we were hungry.
But in this season, the mountains are all dead, the vegetation is withered, and there is nothing to eat. I asked the god fortune teller Ninja Nun, and after waiting for the view, I can fill up my stomach with a fast meal anyway.
For the last part of the road, we both bite the bullet and walked over. When I walked to the unnamed gorge, I looked up and saw the Hanging View.
The Hanging View, as the name suggests, was built on a cliff. Wooden piles were driven into the cracks of the cliff. Three horizontal and three vertical wooden piles were used as the foundation, and then houses were built on the wooden piles. It takes time and effort to build a house in this kind of place, and it is impossible to repair too much.
There are about a dozen rooms in Guan.
There are only two roads to enter the Hanging View from the outside, one is a suspension bridge across the canyon, and the other is a rugged path close to the cliff that is one foot wide. Anyway, which way is extremely dangerous, I discussed with the fortune teller, and decided to take the suspension bridge.
Looking from here to the air, there was no figure in sight. I walked over there with the god fortune teller, the suspension bridge was swaying, and the abyss below was Baizhang, which made people dizzy. Fortunately, the suspension bridge was not long, and it reached the opposite bank in a moment.
As soon as we got to the other side, we both saw a person sitting behind the pillar outside Guanmen. This person is hiding behind the pillar, and we haven't seen it just now.
This person is dressed up by a layman. It is estimated that he is about fifty years old. He is drunk and has messy hair. He is like a beggar. When God fortune and I came here, this person looked up at us and said, "You are here too. Seeking nine changes of silk?"
As soon as I heard this, I knew that this trip was right, and Mr. Yang did not lie to me. Under the whole world, only Xuankongguan produces nine-change silk.
"No, I just came here admiringly, wanting to see the Daoist Jiubian." I squatted beside the other person and asked, "Brother, have you seen Daoist Jiubian?"
"Come to find Jiubian Daochang?" The beggar shook his head: "Then you are late."
"how?"
"The long feather of the Nine Changes Road has turned into an immortal." The beggar said: "What happened in the first two years, you are late."
As soon as I said this, I felt dizzy and dizzy. But after the death of Taoist Jiubian, all the secrets disappeared. The hope in my heart suddenly fell through.
"Brother." I settled, and then asked: "Who is in charge of Xuan Kong Guan now?"
"I'm a little Taoist, he's in his twenties." The beggar helped the pillar hard to get up. I saw that he was struggling, so I helped him. The beggar helped me to stand up, shook his head again, and said, "This little Taoist priest, who talks or something, has a harmonious voice, but he doesn't take care of people very much. I just want to ask for a change of silk. I have been here for three days. , No one would accept it."
The beggar does not seem to be an ordinary beggar, otherwise, he would not travel all the way to Xuankongguan to ask for nine changes of silk.
Asked Huazi to take off the hip flask from her waist, took a sip, chattering in her mouth, and said something. Before his death, Taoist Jiubian liked to drink a kind of rock tea produced in the south. That kind of rock tea is not easy to pick and fry. The beggar works tirelessly every year to find this kind of rock tea in the south, and then brings it back and exchanges it with Jiubian Taoist for one point nine change silk.
The beggar must know the magical effect of Jiubian silk. He wants to make a piece of clothing with Jiubian silk. It's just that the output of that kind of rock tea is limited, and the output of Jiuchang silk is also limited. After six or seven years of trading, the Jiuchang silk in the hands of the beggar is not enough to make a piece of clothing. Afterwards, the Taoist Jiubian passed away, and the beggar brought the rock tea, and he was immediately dumbfounded.
For the next two years, the beggar has been running towards Xuankongguan, just to make a little bit of silk from here, but the little Taoist priest of Xuankongguan said no, the beggar will not give up. This year he came again, but it has been three days. Taoist priests refused to see him.
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