Although Tang Bai is not as old as a fox, he was lonely and miserable in his previous life, accustomed to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, and knowing the greed and ugliness of human nature. Looking at everyone, he couldn't help sneering: "It's all for the immortal scriptures!" Seeing that everyone was still silent, he couldn't help but move in his heart, pretended to sigh, and said helplessly: "If you don't say it, I also understand, immortal law immortality, which one doesn't want to, don't hide it from your brothers and sisters, I did practice the "Lotus Sutra", but the scriptures have already been burned by me." ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gossip, "Good brother, you practiced writing with your master in your early years, and you must remember the scriptures." 'That said, 'Xiaobai, you are sick, I went to Lotus Mountain to help pick jade lingzhi'。。。。。。 Everyone, you say a word to me, each says its own good, a lot of sweet words, but I forgot Tang Jingjie who was standing aside.

Tang Jingjie coughed, looked at everyone, and said, "A group of little free cubs, endlessly." He is an elder, and he has the majesty of an elder, and when he saw that everyone was quiet, he said to Tang Bai: "Xiaobai, the strength of a family comes from the unity and cohesion of the clan. Do you understand?"

Tang Bai didn't understand, if everyone was not so anxious, after a while, he wouldn't mind writing down the scriptures silently, today's incident made him feel angry in his heart, but his face was as usual, and he said, "I know, fourth grandfather, I will write the scriptures silently." After speaking, he walked back to his hut, spread the paper and studied silently, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a wisp of sarcastic laughter fell, and then he picked up the pen and wrote the lyrics of "Socialism is Good" in Chinese characters on the paper, after writing, he couldn't help laughing, looked at it and felt that the number of words was not enough, and wrote some ancient poems such as "Will Enter the Sprinkling", "Silent Night Poems", "Spring Hope", etc., writing and writing, as if returning to the familiar planet, scenes of the past came to mind, unconsciously, wet eyes.

Tang Jingjie stopped everyone outside, and entered the house by himself, seeing Tang Bai in such a situation, he was relieved, he didn't believe that a ten-year-old child had any scheming. He was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear of affecting Tang Bai's thinking, and when he missed some words, he couldn't understand the scriptures and immortals.

finally wrote one or two thousand words, Tang Bai stopped writing, looked at the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, and couldn't help but sigh softly, in this life, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back.

Tang Jingjie had already taken some of the written rice paper in his hand, and was concentrating on research, when he saw Tang Bai stop writing, he couldn't help asking: "Xiaobai, is this really the scripture of the Lotus Sutra?" He is also considered a literary and military all-rounder, but he does not know the words written by Tang Bai, and he does not suspect that Tang Bai is fake, because this is indeed a font that has never appeared before, and he does not believe that a ten-year-old child can invent a new font in a hurry.

Tang Bai nodded, and forced a smile to say: "I don't know the words on it, but I just feel that the strokes are like knives, the braillions are like fists, and the curves are like the paths outside the city. ”

Tang Jingjie looked at Tang Bai again, finally nodded, and said, "Well, I'll take this scripture to the second brother." After speaking, he touched Tang Bai's head again and said, "Xiaobai is good." After speaking, he walked out of the door and looked at everyone: "Little rabbit cubs, scattered, all scattered for Lao Tzu." After speaking, his body moved, and he disappeared in an instant.

Tang Jingjie would not have been deceived like this, just because he had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he believed in this feeling. He likes to enjoy life, he loves life, he is afraid of death, so he left the Tang family with the "Lotus Sutra" written by Tang Bai to him, he only left a letter to his wife and children. He believed that as long as he understood the scriptures, there would be a more powerful Tang family in a certain city in the future.

There was such a commotion, and the rest of the Tang family did not react, and Tang Bai understood that everything that happened here was the acquiescence of the other Tang family members.

Tang Bai didn't know about Tang Jingjie's departure, he was sneering at the scene where the Tang family was constantly studying those messy words.

Tang Xin didn't leave, nor did he make a move, he looked at Tang Bai and said, "I'm about to die." ”

Tang Bai looked at the black line on his eyebrows and nodded, in the past three years, he has read a lot of books, including medical scriptures.

Poisonous gas attacks the heart, and there is no cure.

"I also have a younger sister. ”

Tang Xin had a warm expression on his face, and then looked at Tang Bai quietly.

"Little goblin!"

The little demon is a nickname, Tang Xin's sister is called Tang Guo, Tang Bai has seen it, and she is a very simple girl.

Tang Xin nodded and said, "I can't find anyone to take care of her." ”

"And the family!"

Speaking of the family, Tang Bai couldn't help but smile sarcastically, in this world, he only recognized Murong Xiuxiu's goodness, even if it was Tang Xingjun, he also had an inexplicable sense of distance.

"Family!"

Tang Xin understands the family's affection better than anyone else, and in addition to receiving the corresponding living needs over the years, who in the Tang family has cared about their brothers and sisters.

"Help me take care of her. ”

Tang Xin pleaded, he had never begged anyone, and when he said this, he let go of all his pride and self-esteem.

"Take her away, the storm is coming. ”

Tang Bai sighed, the only safe thing may be the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is still the same, but there are countless bamboo shoots, one here, one there, irregular.

I came to the bamboo forest again, thinking back to everything three years ago, as if it were yesterday.

Pushing open the wooden door, Tang Ruting was writing, he wrote very seriously, as if all the spirit and energy were condensed on the pen and paper in his hand, and he didn't even notice Tang Bai's arrival.

The room was simple, a bookcase, a table, a chair, an oil lamp. There was a window next to the table with pale yellow curtains that had been drawn so that the light was dim, a bookcase was neatly filled with books and categorized, and on the table was a set of tea sets, and an incense burner, on which the incense burner was emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Tang Ruting writes very slowly, his hand seems to be pressing a mountain, and the wave is extremely strong, but it seems to have a certain trajectory. Time passed slowly, Tang Ruting had been immersed in it, he was using the same posture, and even his breathing was regular.

A light sigh sounded after him, Tang Bai turned his head and saw Tang Xingjun standing behind him with a haggard face, I don't know when he came.

The wind and rain are coming, and there are dark clouds covering the sky in my heart, so I am not depressed.

Tang Bai didn't open his mouth to call him, and Tang Xingjun didn't speak, just stood with Tang Bai and watched the old man write slowly.

It got dark very quickly, the room was already blurry, and when the two were about to leave, Tang Ruting stopped them, and then the sparks in the room flashed, and the oil lamp on the table lit up, and the dim light, the wind that blew from nowhere, made the light sway from side to side, light and dark.

Tang Xingjun called "grandpa", and Tang Bai said "ancestor".

Tang Ruting looked at the two of them and said to Tang Bai: "What happened to you is known to the whole city, if you are, you can't explain it clearly, will the Tang family be peaceful for a while, let's stay here." ”

Tang Xingjun said: "Xiaobai, do you really have the Immortal Sutra on you?"

Tang Bai hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then said, "I once had it, but then I lost it." He was a little conflicted, but thought about it: "People are not sages, they inevitably have greed and lust, and they have nothing to do with right or wrong." "Different moods, different ideas. "That's it, that's it, it's better to write the scriptures to them, and you won't have to worry about yourself. Thinking like this, I couldn't help but walk to the desk and pick up the pen to write the "Lotus Sutra" silently. But the scriptures flickered in his head, but the hand holding the pen was like ten thousand catties, so that he couldn't write a word. He became stubborn, and secretly said in his heart: "I can't write, I can't read it." I opened my mouth, but I found that my throat seemed to be blocked, I couldn't make any sound, I held my breath in my chest, I couldn't go up or down, and my lower abdomen was as uncomfortable as fire.

Tang Xingjun saw that Tang Bai was willing to write scriptures silently, his heart was inevitably much more relaxed, and he was about to speak, but he saw Tang Bai standing in front of the desk, and he didn't move for a long time. He was startled, and hurriedly looked at Tang Ruting and said, "Grandpa, what's wrong with Xiaobai." ”

"Go crazy. After Tang Ruting finished speaking, he shouted again, like a thunderbolt sounding in mid-air.

Tang Xingjun was already scared into a cold sweat, and shouted: "Don't write, don't write, Xiaobai, stop writing, don't write." ”

I don't know if Tang Ruting's loud drink woke up Tang Bai, or if there was a force in the dark, hearing Tang Xingjun's shout, Tang Bai quieted down, then closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened his eyes for a long time, and said, "I can't write." ”

"Personal fate, you can't force it. “

Tang Ruting was inevitably lost, in his realm, he was only a little short of being able to find the mysterious immortal path, transcend life and death, and see immortality.

Where is the fairy road, maybe never to be seen.

Tang Xingjun wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he had to live immortal cultivation for immortality, if he wanted to use his son's blood as a guide, then he would rather live a peaceful life.

"Grandpa, Xingjun begs you something. ”

Tang Ruting understood what Tang Xingjun wanted to say, 'The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.' "Perhaps, the catastrophe ten years ago has not ended, and the Tang family will welcome a new storm.