The Sanqing transformed by the Taoist priest walked into the body of the genuine Sanqing like that, and it was as if he was one.

The unconscious Sanqing fell into a dream, in the dream, there were many distant backs, Sanqing desperately chased after him, but he couldn't catch up, he finally stopped. Someone in the distance also stopped. The man turned around and said, "Farewell, Sanqing!"

"Dad!" As soon as Sanqing saw that it was his father, his heart tightened and he wanted to rush forward, but Li Laosan suddenly changed his body and changed into Sanqing's appearance.

"I'm you!"

"No, you're not me, you're not me......" Sanqing shouted loudly, with a crying voice.

"I am you, you are my ......" Sanqing closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at the other party, but the voice echoed in his ears. He covered his ears with his flicking hands, but to no avail, the sound seemed to penetrate through his flesh and pound against his eardrums.

"No!" Sanqing shouted, falling unconscious in his dream.

And in the small temple, Sanqing opened his eyes, slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and looked around at the darkness around him.

The door of the small temple was suddenly blown open by the wind, Sanqing quietly watched the door, and after a while, a four-legged thing walked in, walked directly to Sanqing's side, and crawled at his feet.

"Why are you so troubled?" Sanqing lowered his head and said softly, his tone was a little more old-fashioned, no longer like a child.

The unknown object under his feet raised his head and called softly, it turned out to be an old yellow dog with a wine gourd hanging around his neck.

Sanqing squatted down and gently stroked its head, his eyes full of indescribable meaning.

"Han Sheng, Han Sheng, it's the master who can't stand you, he didn't teach you anything, but he left you with an unbearable burden. But Master also has a hard time!" Sanqing stopped stroking the old yellow dog's head.

The old yellow dog shook his head, as if to tell Sanqing, and it didn't blame him.

"I know you don't blame Master, it's just that I don't think it's worth it for you, you go, I'll carry this burden back by myself, you don't have to suffer with me anymore!" Sanqing said in a deep voice.

When the old yellow dog heard Sanqing's words, he immediately stood upside down with hair all over his body, bared his teeth and roared at Sanqing, looking extremely angry.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to go, then, stay, the master owes you nothing in this life, and in the next life, I'm afraid you and I won't have another life......" Speaking of this, Sanqing suddenly paused, looking at the dark night outside the house, and after a while, continued: "Han Sheng, you love to listen to opera, Master will sing opera for you!" As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the corner.

When the old yellow dog heard this, he immediately restrained his anger and jumped up and down in the small temple. Sanqing walked to the corner of the wall, sat down, and saw the happy appearance of the old yellow dog, and sighed for no reason, and his eyes were moist.

"Yesterday, you said that the drama was not hot enough, then the master will sing you a play that Mu Guiying is in charge, you see how the heat of the teacher is......" Sanqing said, and then sang, incomparably pure Dao Ma Dan singing, sonorous and powerful.

The old yellow dog stopped jumping, lying on the ground and listening quietly, but unexpectedly, Sanqingsang and sang, but suddenly stopped like a fish in his throat.

The old yellow dog stepped forward and shook off the wine gourd hanging from his neck. Sanqing picked up the wine gourd, looked at it, and then raised his head and poured it violently. When the liquor enters the throat like a knife, the tears hanging on the eyes can no longer be controlled.

"In the past, the teacher always asked you to drink less and drink less, but now it seems that this wine is really a good thing, who says it's not?" Haha......" Sanqing took another sip of wine, and after laughing wildly, he suddenly lay on the ground and burst into tears.

The old yellow dog, into Sanqing's arms, gently **** Sanqing's tears, seemed unwilling to let those tears fall to the ground.

A long time ago, there was a young man named Chen Hansheng, his father died under the bayonet of the Eight-Nation Alliance, he used his thin body to carry his father's body all the way south, that year he had already lost the faith to live, until he met the Taoist priest who later became his master.

That year, there was a Taoist priest who led a dog, and he went to the palace and found nothing, but met the young man named Chen Hansheng on the road. Originally, he couldn't bear it for a while, so he took the corpse on the young man's back, but he didn't expect that the young man became his apprentice.

Who can know that he Chen Hansheng followed him to visit the barren mountains and wild shops for half a lifetime, and made an old Liu Tou who had no name for half a lifetime, arrived, walked through Huangquan Road, but the bridge turned into an old yellow dog and returned to Chen's side, this is just to repay the favor?

Sanqing wiped away his tears, walked out of the small temple, and walked into the gloomy Huangquan Road, followed by an old yellow dog, an equally crippled old yellow dog, the former one was blind, and this one was lame.

The old yellow dog had a wine gourd hanging around his neck and barked happily, and Sanqing walked in front and sang again.

"Ou Changge, it's good to have you now!" On the Lechuan River, at the head of the bridge, Meng Po held a soup bowl and said with a smile to the boy in white beside her.

"I said, Mother-in-law, just let me be quiet for a while!" the boy shrugged, a little helpless.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you, hey, come on, come on, drink my Meng Po soup, and cast yourself in a good family in the next life......" Meng Po said and walked forward, not far away, two Yaksha led a pale young man in ragged clothes slowly approached.

"Chen Hansheng, can you put me together in order to be a dog?" Ou Changge, the boy in white, simply threw away the lantern in his hand and sat at the head of the bridge. Looking at the gray sky, I was stunned.

After a while, he suddenly stood up, smiled and said, "Okay, Chen Hansheng, you owe me, but I don't care about a person who has no afterlife, it will seem ungraceful, let's go!"

The boy picked up the lantern again and walked towards the end of the bridge, where the flowers were blooming. While walking, he also hummed melodious tunes. The glittering light of the lantern in his hand illuminated the way for the ragged young man behind him.

Meng Po looked at the boy's distant back and smiled.

Ahead, another Yaksha came with a little girl.

"Hey, life and death are impermanent...... Meng Po sighed and walked forward.

At the top of the Immortal Mountain, a thin figure stood on top of a large rock, looking down into the darkness.

"That's right, procrastination, when will it be the end? Next, I will watch you acting, and I will be happy, happy, haha......" The laughter echoed in the mountains, and the figure disappeared.

Outside the City God Temple, Sanqing looked at the night sky and said softly: "Outsider, why do you turn the book?"