Late autumn in September was lonely and lonely.

It is the heaven and the earth that are lonely, and the human heart that is lonely.

The late autumn wind blew bitterly, blowing the robes of the real people of Mangosteen, and the hunting sound.

Strands of hair fluttered in the wind.

Step after step, Mangosteen took heavy steps towards the way down the mountain.

The wind became tighter and more urgent, but the expression of Mangosteen Zhenren did not change in the slightest.

His face is as resolute as a mountain, his eyes are like torches, piercing through the abyss and darkness!

No matter how strong the wind was, it could not stop Mangkhut's footsteps and determination to move forward, and the steps down the mountain were as long as when they went up the mountain.

It's unreluctant, it's unsettling.

Thirty years ago, on the same road, Mangosteen walked for the first time, stepped on, he didn't remember anything, only remembered himself at that time, the five internal organs were empty, and his stomach was rumbling.

What tormented him was a hunger pang.

That year, Zhongzhou was in turmoil, and the five countries were fighting.

The war continues, and the people are struggling to make a living.

A small town cannot escape the whirlpool of war.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The young mangosteen has not yet froze to death, but it is not far away.

The dim and damp street corners, the urine of wild dogs, and the depleted wall grass are filled with the smell of decay and filth.

The young mangosteen was dressed in tattered and filthy rags, and his dirty hair was knotted into withered grass.

Helpless and weak, Mangosteen cowered in the corner, clutching a pig bone that had been turned out of the garbage heap in his hand.

A vicious dog was frantically biting at his trouser legs.

This is where Forget Sorrow and Mangosteen first met.

The Elder of Forgetfulness rescued him from the mouth of a hungry dog, and then gave him the first steaming steamed bun in his life.

At that moment, like a hungry wolf staring at his prey, his eyes looked at the hot steamed bun and glowed.

The Taoist Elder looked at Mangosteen with pity and kindness, and immediately stretched out his wide sleeved robe, and handed the steamed bun to Mangosteen, without any words and without any words.

The goodness of the world can be felt with the heart.

As warm as the sun, a touch of sunlight shines into the heart of Mangosteen, and the cave is like a clear sky, soft wind and rain.

Mangosteen looked at the steaming steamed buns in a daze, and the cloud crane with pale yellow wings embroidered on the long-sleeved robe of Forgetting Sorrow.

This cloud crane once again walked out of the corner with the dry heart of mangosteen, out of the darkness, and saw the blue sky again.

"Ahh

The young mangosteen let out a cry of a hungry wolf, took the steamed bun out of the hand of the mournful Taoist, and then chewed it in a big gulp, but he didn't dare to swallow it, it was an incredulity in the face of the sudden arrival of happiness.

If you swallow it, you will still be hungry, if the reality is crueler than the dream, if this is a dream, Mangosteen hopes to chew the steamed bun all the time, let time stay in this moment, and never wake up again.

Don't wake up, don't face the cold, don't face hunger, don't face the cold eyes and beatings of others.

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the young mangosteen's eyes and fell down the dirty face.

Tick, tick.

Tears dripped down the bluestone steps, ticking.

Mangosteen has only cried twice in his life, that time and this time.

Both times because of one person.

The first time was because of the arrival of the Elder of the Forgotten Path, which brought him hope to live.

This time, it is because of the departure of the elder who forgets his sorrows, which brings hope of peace to all sentient beings.

Mangosteen Zhenren restrained his thoughts, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve robe, and the cloud crane at the cuffs also looked gloomy, as if he was also mourning for the departure of the Taoist leader.

Only those who have lost know how to cherish, and only those who have have know what great love is.

The Forgetful Sorrow Daoist is the seventh-generation head of the Divine Crane Dao, and he has also single-handedly made the Divine Crane Dao the leader of the six pillars of decency.

The disciple who entered the school late only knew that the head of the Divine Crane Dao was in charge, and he followed the law with his words, and he had no regrets about his orders.

Outsiders' words, outsiders' words, are insignificant.

The world compares the man who forgets sorrow to the man closest to God, just because he is selfless and fraternal, jealous and hateful, helps the weak, avenges the injustice of the people, and asks for the wishes of heaven for all the people.

Only Mangkhut, waiting for the disciple's heart, understands that under the weight of his reputation in the outside world, he is just an ordinary old man.

He would weave mangosteen baskets to collect medicine.

Roast sweet potatoes for sweet potatoes.

Give gourds and peaches, press water hyacinths.

Make baked cakes for flying cakes.

Tell the door panel and the black ball about the bedtime weirdness.

Forget the sorrow of the Taoist is like their father, Mangosteen is like the eldest brother of eight people, when the crane road was passed from the hands of the Forgetful Sorrow Dao chief, there was an empty Taoist temple left, two wind willows in front of the door.

This is the foundation of the Forgetting Sorrow Daoist and the eight disciples, relying on each other for their lives and settling down in the troubled times.

Forget the sorrow, forget the sorrow, forget the sorrow.

The chief of the Forgetting Sorrow Dao forgot his sad past, but Mangkhut still remembered it clearly.

When he couldn't eat, he tightened his belt, so that the eight disciples could eat enough when Mangosteen remembered.

When he caught demons for others, stood up, and blocked knives for his disciples, Mangosteen remembered.

When Duanmu ran away in a negative mood, he was so worried that he couldn't eat for three days, and when the rice didn't enter, Mangosteen remembered.

Mangosteen still remembers that when Shenhe Dao became more and more prosperous under the leadership of the master, he also remembered that under the scorching sun, under the old man's white beard, he laughed heartily.

Forget the life of the Taoist Tao, not afraid of life and death, love disciples like children, eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and do not ask for anything in return.

What I wish for in my life is nothing more than eight words.

The world is peaceful, and the world laughs!

Forgetting sorrow has been carrying this grand wish all his life, and now he is liberated.

It's a blessing or a curse, get by, Amitofu.

This heavy responsibility fell on the shoulders of Mangosteen.

Before dying, he forgot his sorrows, leaned on Mangosteen's right shoulder with one hand, and passed on all his life's cultivation and dreams to Mangosteen before the immortal died.

If it weren't for this, the Taoist Master of Forgetting Sorrow might not have died so early, which Mangosteen knows better than anyone else, and it is more painful than anyone else.

Just because the heart of the Taoist who forgets sorrow is as clear as a mirror, he has already seen through it, if he wants to find the star of salvation and save all the people, he must have the courage to make a choice.

So the Taoist chose to sacrifice his life for righteousness, and used his life's cultivation to achieve Mangkhut, so that Mangosteen embarked on the road of seeking the way to overcome the calamity.

Thirty years, thirty years in the world, neither short nor long.

Whether there is no sorrow in the mountain of forgetting sorrows, and whether the elders of the Forgetting Sorrows can forget the sad past in the world.

Of course not, no one, not God.

In the past 30 years, Mangosteen Zhenren has spent countless nights on Forget Worry Mountain.

No night was so dark as tonight, and not a night when the morning stars were so bright.

If you have a direction, you don't need to be confused, if you don't have a direction, then the teacher will open it up for you!"

The familiar voice of the elder of the Forgetting Sorrow Dao echoed in Mangkhut's ears, as clear as yesterday.

I can't help but cry.

The star of the sky is the Taoist who forgets sorrow and guides the direction of Mangkhut.

Where the heart goes, where the road goes!

Mangosteen tightened the burden behind him, and looked back at the Helie Thousand Mountains behind him.

One foot stepped into the chaotic red dust!

"Master, goodbye!"