"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the name is not! The water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual!" This is a famous sentence in the famous Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi's "Burrow Ming", which means that all the mountains and rivers that are somewhat famous have their own unique cultural heritage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is either known for its own dangerous mountains, such as Huashan, which is named after its dangerous mountains, and has the praise of "a road from ancient Huashan"; or with its own important meaning, such as Mount Tai, in addition to its own beautiful scenery, there have been emperors since ancient times to enshrine Zen in Mount Tai, so Mount Tai is respected as 'the head of the five mountains'. Of course, there are also such rivers, such as the Yellow River, which is named after the large amount of sediment contained in its water, and is the mother river of my China, giving birth to my ancestors of China.

Speaking of this, some people may think that what we are going to talk about today must be a famous mountain and river, but in fact it is not! What we are doing today is indeed happening on a mountain, but it is not a famous mountain or a dangerous river, and it is not necessarily true if we say that there is no fame at all, because this mountain is also famous in the local area.

The fame of this mountain is not because of its own unique scenery, but because it is an ancient city in the Jin Dynasty, and it is also the site of an ancient battlefield! Among them, the most famous legend is the story of Xue Li's expedition to the east, that is, Xue Rengui fought Goryeo. Later, there were Buddhism and Taoism to establish temples and Taoist temples here, and this mountain became a famous place for the exchange between Taoism and Buddhism in southern Liaoning. This mountain is built according to the mountain, the city is on the mountain, and the mountain is in the city, so it is named 'Chengshan'!

In early summer, the climate of southern Liaoning is the most pleasant, people say that Kunming is like spring all year round, and the climate is pleasant, but the early summer of southern Liaoning is comparable to Kunming with four seasons like spring, and even more than that. Although this is just my own words, it is by no means a mouthful, nonsense!

Chengshan is also surrounded by greenery at this time, the trees are luxuriant, the branches are luxuriant, although there are no hundred years of towering ancient trees, but there are still a lot of general acacia pines and cypresses. From a distance, an ancient city seems to be surrounded by greenery. At this moment, on the stairs halfway up the mountain, a teenager muttered as he climbed towards the highest point at the top of the mountain.

"Kid, it's late today!" A sharp voice came from the stage, although it was a little ugly but not annoying, but it made people feel a little kind, and then a short old man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks came into view.

The child seemed to be very familiar with the old man, and glanced at the old man angrily and said, "Hmph! I'm embarrassed to talk about me! You old man told a story that hangs your appetite! Cause me to sneak out! If I can't get it back, I'll have to eat my mother's broom stew again!" The little boy complained for a while, and then said to the old man, "What story do you want to tell today? Let's talk about it, it's boring, I won't agree!"

The little boy was a little reluctant for a moment, but when he thought that he would hear the story immediately, his affection suddenly shook, as if the child who complained just now was not him. Strange to say, the old man knew many myths and stories, and told them vividly, as if he had experienced them himself. It's no wonder that the little boy is obsessed, and if he is an adult who is generally interested in mythological stories, he may not be able to resist the temptation of stories!

The old man looked at the little boy's appearance, and did not blame much, but smiled lovingly, obviously not caring about the little boy's rudeness.

But seeing that the old man was dressed a little strangely, he was dressed like an old monk, and the old monk's robe lost its original color, not only did not see the downfall, but set off a feeling of great virtue and high monkhood. But if you look at it carefully, you can find the clues, it turns out that this old man is not as bare as a monk, nor does he have any ring scars, nor is he dressed as a head, but an inch head, like a lewd little old man. But when I saw his eyes, between the shadows and shadows, it seemed that I saw two flames faintly glowing with golden light, which were unusually agile, giving people a feeling of seeing through the essence of everything in the world. However, this feeling is so fleeting that it can be said to be fleeting, and even makes people feel that this moment is an illusion. The old man gives people the overall feeling of wisdom, as if he is a well-informed monk.

The old man's robe gently dusted off the steps, gathered the monk's robe and sat down, and the little boy also blew the dust on the steps when he saw the opportunity, sat aside, and waited intently for the old man's story.

"Old man, you have to tell some good stories today, or I won't be worth the beating when I get home!" Although the child said so, his impatient appearance betrayed himself.

"What do you want to hear? Sun Wukong is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace?" the old monk asked tentatively, but when he saw the little boy twist his face to the side, he asked tentatively, "Sun Wukong three dozen white bone spirits?"

The little boy pursed his mouth and shook his head like a rattle, and the old monk asked again: "Is it good for Sun Wukong to fight the Bull Demon King?"

"Sun Wukong vs. Zhu Bajie?"

"Monkey King's car Chi Guo competition?"

"Monkey King ......"

The old monk told twenty or thirty stories about Sun Wukong in a row, which made the little boy shake his head with a depressed face, and said a little helplessly: "You just let that monkey rest! Your old man is not tired, but his old man is also tired!"

When the old monk heard the little boy's previous words, he was slightly displeased, although it was only a flash in his eyes, but the displeasure did exist, but when he heard the little boy's last words, the displeasure immediately dissipated, and was replaced by a thick smile.

"Child, you don't listen to this, you don't let you speak, so picky! What do you want?" the old monk obviously did the same.

"You always talk about this, I read it from "Journey to the West" when I was seven years old, if you want to hear it, I can tell you it from beginning to end!" the little boy said proudly, raising his head.

"Hmph, can Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West" be compared to the story I told?" the old man was very unhappy, and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe! Don't be angry! I know that "Journey to the West" is not as exciting as your old story, but the general plot of the story is almost the same! There are not too many surprises!" The little boy was afraid that the old man would be angry, so he quickly explained, "Besides, you have more old stories, and you can only tell the story of "Journey to the West"!

"Haha! You little cub don't make a fool of yourself, I'm old ...... How can the old man be coaxed by your doll's words!" Although the old man said so, he had a very useful face, "Okay, just say whatever you want......! Something the old man doesn't know!"

"Really, you know all the stories, aren't you bragging?" said the boy, with a look of disbelief on his face, "You don't know how to cheat children, do you?"

"Hmph, how can my old man deceive you, a newly-weaned baby!" said the old man.

"Really?" Seeing the old man's confident appearance, the little boy couldn't help but have a sly glint in his eyes, and the smile on his face became much stronger.

The old man didn't seem to expect that the little boy would deliberately make it bad, so he didn't notice it at all, and still nodded confidently: "Of course!"

The little boy tugged at the old man's robe, the smile on his face became stronger, and he said coquettishly: "Master, boy, I don't know if I have been watching "Greek Mythology" recently...... I wonder how much you know about the stories of the Olympian gods?"

"What?," the old man was embarrassed, and if anyone else asked him such a thing, he would surely think that they were deliberately playing tricks on him.

Jokes, asking monks about Greek mythology, Taoist priests asking for the Bible, scholars asking about martial arts, and reckless men asking for splendid articles, this is not a joke that a bald man has no hair and is bent on finding trouble and picking quarrels and provoking trouble! However, the old man has already said what he has said, and how can he take it back when the bow is full? Not to mention that he still loses his trust in front of a child, which is something that the old man absolutely cannot accept. However, if you want the old man to say, the old man does have little knowledge of Greek mythology, and even some things cannot be said lightly.

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"Why do you always have a grudge against the Greek gods!, are the Greek gods so unbearable?" asked the little boy, who had learned the old man's words, and what he did in his words!

"Those Rakshasa gods are selfish, uninhibited by nature, and even bring disasters to the Rakshasa countries because of many small things, although they have the supreme power of the gods, but they do not have the corresponding mind!" said the old man with a disdainful expression.

"Isn't it?The twelve main gods of Greece, shouldn't all be like this?" the little boy seemed to be very skeptical of the old man's words, and asked, "Athena, the goddess of wisdom, it seems that what you have said is very inconsistent!" As he spoke, the little boy glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye, secretly observing the old man's reaction.

"Athena!" the old man's expression changed, as if he was afraid, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times involuntarily, "Of course, of course! Athena can be compared to those bastards of the Rakshasas? Athena is the supreme goddess of wisdom, courage, justice, and kindness." As he spoke, the golden light in the old man's eyes flickered faintly, as if he had a weak heart, and his eyes looked around, as if he was afraid of being discovered something! Seeing that there was no movement around, he often let out a sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his robe.

"Well, it seems a bit ...... for your old monk to praise the Greek goddess," the little boy asked, puzzled and puzzled.

"Uh, kid, can we say something else?" the old man kept looking around out of the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid of something, "Do you want to hear the story, this doll?"

"Of course you want to hear it! what do you want to tell me today?" the little boy's eyes were full of anticipation, "but if your old story is not told well, I won't follow it!"

"Doll, do you know the number in the world, why is nine the extreme?" the old man ignored the little boy's words, and asked to himself.

"Nine is the extreme, isn't there still ten?" said the little boy in a confused voice.

"The double number represents yin, the singular number represents yin, yin is long on the earth, yang is headed by heaven, and between heaven and earth, heaven is respected, and because nine is the largest of the yang numbers, there is a saying that nine is the extreme!" The old man ignored the little boy's question, and seemed to mumble to himself.

"Aren't you going to tell a story? Why do you talk about the ultimate thing?" The little boy is only a teenager, and although he is obsessed with ancient mythology, he is still young and has limited experience.

The old man glanced at the little boy, and did not answer positively, but still said to himself: "However, the reason why the Nine is really the ultimate is not the case, it is said that when the heavens and the earth were not opened, that is, the so-called Chaos Era, the nine great gods came into being, and this is the origin of all things - the Chaos Clan! And the Chaos Clan has only nine people, so there is a saying that Nine is the extreme!"

"Oh, old man, who are the nine great gods of the Chaos Clan?" the little boy asked curiously.

"The nine great gods of the Chaos Clan are Pangu, Huangtian, Houtu, Lei Zhen, Fengxun, Kanyue, Lifeng, Genque, and Zedui!" replied the old man.

"Well, except for Pangu, Huangtian, and Houtu! I don't seem to have heard of anything else!" the little boy muttered as he listened and thought about it.

"They represent: Taiji, Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui!" the old man glanced at the little boy with a little deep meaning, "That is the gossip you see in the five old palaces below!"

"Oh!" the little boy nodded, and then asked again, "You keep talking about this, could it be that the story you are going to tell today has something to do with this gossip?"

"Before the division of heaven and earth is the era of chaos, the beginning of the division of heaven and earth is the era of Hongmeng, the beginning of the division of heaven and earth in the era of Hongmeng, all things are in the new stage, after Hongmeng is the age of barbarism, the age of barbarism is almost perfect, and then there is the primeval era, the ancient era, the ancient era, the ancient era! Among them, the era of chaos is the two eras of chaos and Hongmeng, and then the elves dominate the two eras of barbarism and primevality! Human beings occupy the three eras of antiquity, antiquity, and ancient times, and reproduce to this day!" the old man continued. Kid, didn't you just ask me about the Rakshasa gods and gods? The old monk of the Rakshasa is really not familiar with it, but Peng Lao Er is very clear, in a while, let him tell you about it!"

"Who is Peng Lao Er, and is he also the master of the temple below? But this name is strange enough! How does it look a bit like the nickname of the ruffian?" the little boy muttered quietly.

"Second Peng!" muttered softly, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and looked into the distance, as if he had seen through the world, seeing everything that had happened in the past, and all kinds of brilliance flashed in his eyes!

"Child, let me tell you a "Legend of the Elves"!" the old monk was half reminiscing, half muttering to himself.

"Elves, are they the ones with long ears and wings, and they're beautiful?" asked the little boy as he thought to himself.

"The spirit of heaven and earth, the spirit of the sun and the moon, all living beings in the world can be called elves! And the elves I want to talk about are the elves of the elves of the elven world! They are also the elves who dominate the wilderness and the primeval era!" the old man explained, "The elves originated from the chaotic lineage, and they are the darlings of heaven and earth! Not only do they live for a long time, but they are also blessed with unique talents for cultivation!" It was only because of a war of gods and demons at the end of the primeval era that the lives of the Qiankun realms were devastated, and the elves were seriously injured because of this, and they were finally expelled from the world and imprisoned in the elven realm! This is why it led to the end of the primeval era, and it also led to the continuous cholera in the ancient world, wild beasts were rampant, demons were rampant, and ghosts were overflowing! It was not until the ancient times that it was slightly stable, but the human race also suffered heavy losses because of this, and even almost had the danger of extinction several times! But fortunately, every time, several ancestors of the human race have turned the tide and protected the human race to reproduce to this day!"

"The Chaos Clan is sparsely numbered, but it is normal after the reproduction and disappearance of all races, but since the Elf Clan is the darling of heaven and earth and has a long life, why do they also decay?" the little boy asked very puzzled.

"Prosperity and decline! This is the law of nature! In other words, this is the way of heaven! Just like a dynasty, there is prosperity and decline, there is no immortal emperor, and there is no immortal dynasty that continues to be inherited! Even though the elven race is as powerful as this, it is impossible to escape this iron-like law!" the old man sighed.

"Rise and fall?, the law of iron?" the little boy seemed to feel a little, looking at the mountains in the distance, and muttered as he pondered,

"The long river runs through the north and south, and the smoke and clouds surround the mountains and rivers.

The sky is full of greenery, and the autumn solstice is also a sad song!"

The old man tasted it, "Yes! Even though the mountains are full of verdant green, as soon as autumn comes, they will wither one after another! This is the ruthlessness of the way of heaven! It is also the law of iron! That is, he has the ability to penetrate the heavens thoroughly, and he can turn the tide once or twice, but who can completely change the sorrow of the autumn wind? This will of heaven is reversible, but the way of heaven is irreversible! If it is reversed, it will be a demon! If it is reversed, it will be a demon! If it is reversed, it will be a demon!" The old man sighed with emotion, as if he had said it to someone.

The little boy was immersed in the old man's previous words for a while, as for the old man's subsequent emotion, the little boy didn't hear it, but the old man's words said that the little boy woke up, although the sad autumn in his heart for a while, but the child is a child after all, and instantly thought that the old man wanted to tell the story, and the next moment, the sad autumn disappeared into invisibility, and immediately pestered the old man to listen to the story!

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