Since the construction of the Taoist temple, it has a history of nearly 100 years. Although the wind and sun, rain and snow pressure, there are many weeds growing on the top of the temple, which looks a little dilapidated, but the foundation is solid at the beginning, and the walls are still very strong.

Before coming to Maoshan, everyone had expected that the environment here would not be very good, so they brought extremely sufficient supplies before going up the mountain. After hastily cleaning up the debris in the house, Liu Jingtian led a group of laborers, climbed onto the roof, and began to repair the damaged places; And Liu Huiyun took a few daughters into the kitchen and was busy cooking for everyone.

When there are more people, it will naturally be lively. The Taoist temple, which used to be extremely lonely, has now gained a bit of popularity, and it is no longer the bleak and desolate when Lin Bai and Li Tianyuan stayed alone on the mountain. But looking at the overgrown courtyard, Lin Bai was not happy at all. Because of all this now, Li Tianyuan can no longer see it, and in Lin Bai's heart, there is only nowhere to send sorrow here.

"Senior brother, let's go to Master's tomb and have a look, shall we?" Every grass and tree, all with the shadow of the past, inexplicably made Lin Bai feel depressed in his heart. He was really afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would shed tears without fighting, which caused the relatives who followed him to Maoshan for the New Year to panic, so he picked up a shovel and said to Zhang Sanmad and Lu Yanzhao.

From the beginning of going up the mountain, Lu Yanzhao has been waiting for this sentence, although he is only a registered disciple of Li Tianyuan, but the teacher is like a mountain, a teacher for one day, and a father for life. A few years ago, I didn't know Li Tianyuan's whereabouts, but now it's easy to come to Maoshan, he, as a disciple, if he doesn't go to his teacher's grave to add a few handfuls of soil, how can he withstand the torture of his conscience.

Without saying much, Lu Yanzhao and Zhang Sanmad took the worship items they had prepared before going up the mountain, silently followed behind Lin Bai, and rushed towards the location where the tomb was. The expressions on the faces of the three brothers were the same, and it was sad to look at them.

From the Taoist Temple to the secluded place where Li Tianyuan's tomb is located, although the road is rugged, this short journey has already been planted in Lin Bai's heart like a seed, even if he closes his eyes, he can find out where the location is.

After walking for a long time, the mountain suddenly opened up, and a small mound suddenly appeared in front of everyone, the tomb was covered with withered yellow thatch, shivering in the cold wind, and between the light and shadow, it was like a thin Taoist in a green shirt was waving to the three brothers, calling their names and letting them approach......

"Master......" Seeing this mound, Lu Yanzhao couldn't bear the sorrow in his heart anymore, the dozens of years old man was like a child, tears were like beads with broken threads, and they fell on the dry ground, and after kneeling on the ground with a pop, he slowly moved his knees and muttered: "No, apprentice Yanzhao came to see you, apprentice, I was late, and I couldn't see you for the last time, Master!" ”

Seeing Lu Yanzhao's appearance, Zhang Sanmad also knelt on the ground, slowly moved forward with his knees in front of the tomb, his head slammed on the hard ground, and old tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"Senior brother, Master is the most open-minded in his life, his old man is underground, and he definitely doesn't want to see us like this." Lin Bai choked back the tears in the corners of his eyes, stretched out his hand to pick up the two senior brothers, then took out the incense and candle offerings from his bag, placed them in front of and behind the tomb, handed the incense candles to Chen Bai'an, and said, "You are the senior brother, you come to put incense on the pillar for the master!" ”

Zhang Sanmad didn't speak, wiped away the tears on his face, stretched out his hand to take the incense candle, slowly lit it, slowly inserted it in front of the grave, led the two, and said in unison: "Unscrupulous disciples Zhang Sanmad, Lu Yanzhao, Lin Bai, have not returned to the mountain for several years, can't comfort the master's spirit in the sky, it is really unfilial, return today, worship the master under the nine springs, I hope the old man can see it." ”

The incense candles were lit, and the curling smoke slowly rose, hovering over the tomb for a long time and refusing to leave. After a long time, the wisps of mist slowly rose until they reached the canopy, like a signal, and the dark clouds of the canopy slowly converged, and then suddenly fell heavy snow. Snowflakes are flying, like endless pieces of paper, permeating the sky and the earth.

"Master, his old man knows that the three of us senior brothers have come to see him." Although they knew that this was just a normal change in the weather between heaven and earth, Lu Yanzhao and Zhang Sanmad were still extremely excited, and put some of the paper money they brought with them and burned them in front of the grave.

It is strange to say that even though it is a gust of mountain wind, the smoke from the burning of these paper money is like a javelin, straight to the heavens and the earth. The snow flakes mixed with the burning debris of the paper money yellow mounting, hovering between heaven and earth, and then slowly descending, but there was no trace of contamination on the three of them, as if Li Tianyuan had a spirit in the sky, and he didn't want these things to stain the clothes of the apprentices.

Looking at this scene, whether it is Lin Bai, or Zhang Sanmad and Lu Yanzhao, these old men who are accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, have experienced countless walks on the edge of the cliff, and their faces have not changed, as if they have seen the old man who loves them incomparably again, crying in front of the grave without crying, and the whimpering sound is mixed with the whistling sound of the mountain wind, how sad is that situation.

It wasn't until the wind and snow howled, and the heavens and the earth were all white, that the worship ended. But even so, Lin Bai was unwilling to leave no matter how Zhang Sanmad and Lu Yanzhao persuaded each other.

It is necessary to know that among the three, Zhang Sanmad is a master of art investment, but according to the unwritten rules in the rivers and lakes of Qimen, it is impossible for this kind of disciple to lead art to invest in the world, and it is impossible for this kind of disciple to get the true inheritance of the master, but Li Tianyuan does not have this kind of view of the door at all, and he is still doing his best to teach him the exercises. Now that a slash of loess separates heaven and man, how can he not be grief-stricken.

And Lu Yanzhao, he was able to survive the disaster that permeated the land of China back then, and it all depended on Li Tianyuan. It is not so much that Li Tianyuan is his mentor, but that his life-saving benefactor has come properly.

As for Lin Bai, his feelings for Li Tianyuan are the deepest among the three, and he has been raised by Li Tianyuan since he was a child, and he has been practicing physiognomy with him since he was a child. For him, Li Tianyuan can be said to be both a master and a father, and even this relationship is deeper than some ordinary father-son feelings. The son wants to raise but does not wait, and the sorrow of the world is nothing more than this.

Zhang Sanmad and Lu Yanzhao also understood why Lin Bai was so sad, and after being silent for a long time, they stopped persuading each other, and then helped each other to leave, leaving Lin Bai alone to stay where he was, leaving him with the opportunity to be alone with Li Tianyuan in the spirit of the sky.

After Zhang Sanmad and Lu Yanzhao left, Lin Bai slowly got up and walked to the grave and sat down. It was just like the scene in the past when it was cold on a cold winter night, when he and Li Tianyuan sat around the fireplace and listened to him tell about the old things of the past.

"Master, the little bastard has come to see you, you haven't come back for so many years, your old man won't complain about me, right?" After Lin Bai shook his head with a wry smile, he reached out and took out two bottles of Moutai from his bag, one bottle was dumped in front of the grave, and the other bottle was poured down a few sips, muttering to himself: "This is the Moutai I stole from our old man, I know that Master, you love this mouthful, it is because of taking me all these years that this hobby has been pinched, and now the apprentice is out, you can drink as much as you want, drink a bottle and throw a bottle!" ”

"Master, I'm afraid you don't know yet, Senior Brother and I are both people with great talents, and they have both reached the realm of transformation of the gods that Master Zu said, which I am afraid you have never imagined. It's a pity that Senior Brother Yan Zhao is still on the hurdle of the Heaven Survey Realm, and he can't take that step, when I have the opportunity, I will definitely find a way to help him take this last step, and also let our Heavenly Aspect Sect be able to become a god of three transformations! ”

"Master, there is another great event that I forgot to tell you. Your apprentice has really won your face now, and I have found nine daughters-in-law, who are even more magnificent than Wei Xiaobao! Moreover, my daughters-in-law also gave birth to two big fat apprentices and grandchildren with you, and a few little cubs are staying in their bellies, and after a while, they should come to this world. ”

"Master, why don't you speak? Is your old man complaining that I haven't been back to see you all these years? Apprentice, I came back with so much wine, and I came back with my wife and children, but why isn't your old man here? ”

After chattering about the things he had experienced over the years, and thinking of the time he spent with Li Tianyuan in the past, the tears in Lin Bai's eyes couldn't hold back anymore, just a few moments, and his cheeks were already wet.

Ren is how heroic Lin Bai is in front of outsiders, how Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color, but in front of Li Tianyuan, he was always the young man who pestered Li Tianyuan and asked him to talk about the eventful years; It's always the kid who doesn't grow up.

The wine entered the throat, and it was indescribably cold. The cold wind was raging, the snow flakes were flying, and in an instant, Lin Bai's head and body were already covered with slush, and those snow flakes fell very softly. It was like Li Tianyuan's loving big hand, gently stroking this child, who was full of longing and guilt, and couldn't cry anymore.

It wasn't until everything in heaven and earth was swallowed up by snow, and the entire mountain turned completely white, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the depth and shallowness, that He Jiaer and Xia Xiaoqing came over with their children, and only then did they bring Lin Bai, who was already drunk, back to the Taoist temple.

Although Lin Baiman was full of the smell of wine, the girls did not complain. They knew that this was already the result of Lin Bai's efforts to restrain his emotions, if it weren't for the fact that his people also followed him to the mountains, I am afraid that Lin Bai would definitely accompany Li Tianyuan in front of his tomb tonight, and the snow would fall all over his body, dripping until dawn.

When I returned to the temple, the renovation work had been completed. The weeds on the top of the temple were all removed; The dilapidated tiles were all replaced; The debris on the ground has also been cleaned up, and the bluestone floor shines under the glow of snow; There were bursts of food in the room, mixed with bursts of laughter from time to time, and the voices of people were boiling.

In his drunken eyes, Lin Bai felt that this Taoist temple was extremely unfamiliar, as if the traces left here in the past had all dissipated in this wind and snow. In the despair, his eyes couldn't help but overflow with tears, that period of time, after all, was sunk under the wind and snow, and he could never go back.

In the old hometown, the grass and trees are deep, the fate is born and the fate is extinguished, and it is us to take root!