At dusk, the twilight was heavy, and the sky really fell a tricky autumn rain, although the rain was not raining much, but it was very dense, the slanting wind was steep, and the light rain was slightly cool.

The woodcutter didn't hold an umbrella, he took Yang Huaiping in the rain and walked towards the rugged and bumpy path leading to Fangcun Mountain.

Due to the light rain, the mountain road is a little muddy and slippery, and it is inevitable that your shoes will be a little muddy when you walk, but the air on a rainy day is very fresh, and you can feel refreshed when you take a deep breath.

As he walked, the woodcutter sang the song in a simple and desolate voice, like an aftersound, like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

Yang Huaiping listened to the mountain songs echoing in the mountains, and suddenly felt that his mood was open, and regardless of the muddy and slippery road under his feet, he followed the woodcutter on this winding path and walked silently, walking very freely and calmly!

After a long while, the woodcutter's singing stopped abruptly, and he looked at Yang Huaiping and said, "Young man, let me tell you a story." ”

Yang Huaiping came back to his senses, nodded to the woodcutter beside him, and said in a calm tone: "Uncle, please tell me, this rainy weather, come out for a walk, it's a good mood, and it's a beautiful thing to listen to the uncle tell a story!"

The woodcutter smiled indifferently and said: "Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter named "Wang Zhi" who went up the mountain to chop wood, and suddenly saw two immortals playing chess in front of him, Wang Zhen put down the axe and watched on the side, and when the game of chess was finished, Wang Zhen turned back to find the axe and found that the handle of the axe had long been rotten. Time is like a mirror flower of the moon and water, fleeting, and Wang Zhen has become an immortal since then!"

After listening to this story, Yang Huaiping scratched his head, looked at the woodcutter with a puzzled expression, and said, "I don't know why my uncle suddenly told me such a story!"

The woodcutter stopped suddenly, his eyes looked into the distance with deep eyes, and said: "As far as I am concerned, every day I cut a load of firewood for three liters of rice, and I don't have to pay attention to wealth and loss, without any calculation of honor and disgrace, I sleep carefree every day until dawn, and live a chic and comfortable life, but Xiaoyou is different from me, Xiaoyou has something in his heart, but he is burdened by it; Xiaoyou thinks to himself, if the woodcutter "Wang Qian" does not put down the axe, how can he go to watch the immortals play chess with a light body and mind, and become an immortal?"

"Let go, although there are only two words and more than a dozen strokes, but it is really difficult to really let go of the fetters and shackles in your heart!" Yang Huaiping muttered thoughtfully.

The woodcutter smiled, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Cultivation means abandoning the family and children to cut off all the fetters of the world, can not be half-hearted, since you have chosen, then you have to go down to earth, the immortal road is slim, but far away, not brave and diligent, the heart can not be cultivated, if the heart is disturbed, this immortal can not be cultivated." ”

Yang Huaiping pondered for a moment, smacked his lips and looked at the woodcutter with a bitter face: "Uncle, I'm just a layman, I may not be able to let go for a while, if you want to let go completely, maybe it will take a process!"

"The old man will send you here, you look back at the road you have walked, maybe you will understand, and remember, when you are fine, chop wood, it can calm your heart!"

In a trance, the woodcutter disappeared without a trace in front of Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping looked back at the road he had walked, rugged and bumpy, smooth and steep, twisting and turning, there was no end in sight, there were many footprints on the muddy road, but only his footprints, not the woodcutter's.

Suddenly, Yang Huaiping stopped, he sat on a big bluestone on the side of the road, looked back into the distance, and stared blankly, he inadvertently walked a long road with the woodcutter's singing, and the footprints on the road.

Somehow, Yang Huaiping looked at the road he had walked, and his heart was much calmer, after all, the past has passed, but the road ahead is still tortuous, there is no end in sight, and there is no end in sight, and he still needs to pack up his mood and continue to walk.

Thinking of this, Yang Huaiping slowly stood up from the big bluestone on the side of the road, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and walked along the rugged and bumpy mountain road, continuing towards the steep and steep road shrouded in white mist.

The sky was dense with rain, it was cold, the road was muddy, and it looked very slippery to walk.

After the woodcutter's singing voice was missing, Yang Huaiping was not so easy to walk, although he knew that he would be fine even if he fell down the mountain, but his heart was not as calm as when the woodcutter was there.

After walking for a while, when Yang Huaiping turned an intersection, he saw a white fish holding a handful of green bamboo bones, white paper as muscles, and tracing a red plum oil paper umbrella walking towards him.

After seeing the white fish, Yang Huaiping suddenly felt that his head was a little big, and he couldn't help but turn his head and rush down the square inch mountain, so as not to meet the white fish.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping's shout came from behind Bai Ziyu, "Xie Daowen, you stop for me, since you have promised to help me experience the red dust, how can you sneak away, you said that you are still not a man!"

Yang Huaiping stopped, he touched his cheek with his hand and sighed.

It didn't take long for Bai Ziyu to walk to Yang Huaiping's side with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, she handed Yang Huaiping a neatly folded yellow talisman, and said in a cold tone: "Xie Daowen, you come back to Fangcun Temple with me, today is Gengshen Day, we have to go back to take medicine, meditate and chant, and keep vigil to behead the three corpses, by the way, have you refined the medicine to remove the three corpses!"

"I really haven't refined the medicine of the three corpses yet, but I have opened a pharmacy, and the refining should be very fast!" Yang Huaiping saw Bai Ziyu coming over, and did not mention the experience of Hongchen, but said that the matter of beheading the three corpses was more or less relieved.

Suddenly, Bai Ziyu stretched out Qianqianyu's hand and grabbed Yang Huaiping's arm, handed the umbrella to Yang Huaiping, rested his head on his shoulder, and whispered: "Xie Daoyun, in fact, you can accompany me to experience the red dust while accompanying me to behead three corpses, maybe the two of us will cut off the three corpses, and I will have a child!"

Hearing Bai Ziyu say this, Yang Huaiping almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and the whole person was instantly messy in the wind, and after a long time, he asked Bai Ziyu: "White girl, what is the reason why the three corpses that Bodhi Ancestor said are all scourges?"

"Qinggu, cutting people's eyes, making people's eyes dark and wrinkled, bad breath and falling teeth......;

The white fish raised his chin, his beautiful eyes flowed, and he spoke eloquently.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Huaiping propped up the oil-paper umbrella depicting the red plum to the top of Bai Ziyu's head, stretched out his hand and slowly hugged her waist, sighed and said: "Since I promised you, I will accompany you to experience the red dust once, but these three corpses, I am afraid I can only cut off two corpses!"