The nine-story octagonal brick tower with dense eaves quietly overlooks the Qingshou Temple.

Its steady body carries a broad mind, and its high spire has the courage to reach into the sky.

Daoyan likes it and likes Qingshou Temple. There are too many auras that push him forward, and there are too many companions who fight with him.

The stele is broad and thick, and Liu Bingzhong's words are vigorous and powerful.

Dao Yan crossed his hands behind his back, stared up at the stone tablet, his eyes were like torches, and his expression was flying.

Even though he had seen it hundreds of times, he was as excited as if he had found a treasure.

"Soon after I arrived in Beiping, I went to Liu Bingzhong's grave twice."

"Master, now I feel your passion for ideals, if only I could be like you." The stone means something, but the way is not clear.

"What is your ideal?" Dao Yan asked.

Stone smiled awkwardly, he didn't want to tell anyone about the plan that had just been conceived in his mind.

"I wrote a poem "Liu Wenzhen Cemetery", do you want to listen to it?" Dao Yan's passionate enthusiasm did not diminate, and he spoke urgently about his poems.

"Liu Wenzhen Cemetery"? Read it aloud and listen to it. Shi was glad that Dao Yan had brought the topic to himself.

The good guys are in the same group, and the people are vulgar. Confidants are not met, and they will not complain for the rest of their lives. The great Tibetan Spring Gong, the Scoop Rock Valley. Once the wind and clouds will meet, the monarch and the minister will be their own confidants. The great cause has been accomplished, and the name is as simple as it gets. The body retreats for a long time, and the river flows without recovery. A hundred years after Jiacheng, Lugou is in the north. The pine tree is smoky and green, and Weng is deep and green. Qiang Liang does not dare to commit crimes, who dares to shepherd. The princely tombs are tired, and they don't wait for grass to stay. But the public is in the people's popularity, and the heavens and the earth are overturned. No one can do it. Say goodbye and cry. ①

"Good!" The stone clapped his hands and praised, "The master is so literate!" Your poem is ostensibly about Liu Bingzhong's life, but in fact, you hope that this is also your life. ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

"Liu Bingzhong is like a thousand-mile horse, and the master also thinks that he is talented, but unfortunately neither of you can know him, and he has lived most of his life in obscurity. Liu Bingzhong lives in the valley, and he is very happy to eat pot pulp. The master travels all over the world, makes friends with stones, hehe, and races over the immortals. ”

"Stinky beauty!" Dao Yan smiled and counted the stones.

Later, Liu Bingzhong met Yuan Shizu, and the master met King Yan, and the monarchs and ministers hit it off and had a heart-to-heart relationship. Yuan Shizu regarded Liu Bingzhong as his brother, adopted all his suggestions, gave him high-ranking officials, and rewarded him with countless beauties......"

"Hey, hey! What nonsense are you talking about? Dao Yan patted the stone on the back heavily, feeling distressed that his good poetry had been ravaged by the stone.

"I'm helping you draw a great future, can you wake up smiling when you dream?" The stone leaned forward and leaned back with a smile.

"Stinky boy, you're looking for a fight. Who is rare and what beauties? I'm not interested in high-ranking officials, I just want to do a good job and realize my retribution. ”

"If you're like Liu Bingzhong, when the great cause has been accomplished, it's not necessarily the way you think now."

"Nonsense, if I were this kind of villain, I would look down on myself. Hey, you are in a temple and you are saying beauty to a monk, what are your intentions? ”

"Okay, well, you are a high monk, I will continue to tell you your poems."

"Well, say it well."

After Liu Bingzhong established immortal meritorious deeds, his fame was recorded in history. He died when he was successful and retired, and he never returned. Liu Bingzhong's wives and concubines were crying profusely, and they all felt that it was not much fun to live......"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not done. Besides, how can he have a concubine, he only has one wife - Dou Shi, the daughter of Dou Mo, a bachelor of Hanlin. ”

"I'm just trying to show him that he has such a good ending! This is really the best ending for the hero, not as miserable as Zhang Liang and Han Xin. ”

"Hmm!" Dao Yan nodded in agreement with the stone's statement.

"In the end, you wrote that Liu Bingzhong's cemetery is in the north of Lugou Bridge, where green pines and green waters flow for a long time. A hundred years after his death, robbers did not dare to invade his grave, and no one dared to shepherd on his grave, a great man of a generation, admired by future generations. Master, I believe that you can also go down in history like Liu Bingzhong. ”

"Well, a good slap." Dao Yan was overjoyed, brushing his beard, as if he was intoxicated in a fairyland.

"Look, I'm talking seriously, and you're saying I'm a sycophant."

"You kid is quite smart, I haven't seen you for many days, and you are even so proficient in poetry."

"Master, you are right, you must always study hard in life, and you can't waste any time. I came to Peking to find you just to teach me. "The stone is righteous.

"Teach you? What do you want to learn? ”

"You are proficient in Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and soldiers, and I want to learn all of them."

"It's not a small tone," Dao Yan stared at the stone, his face full of suspicion, "Is something wrong?" You haven't told me yet, why did you come to Beiping? ”

"I feel too naïve, come out and go through the experience." Stone prevarication.

"That's all?" Dao Yan was half-convinced, and a trace of imperceptible sadness in the stone's eyes did not escape his eyes.

"Uh...... Also, I miss you, and I have to say it. Stone rolled his eyes.

Dao Yan smiled slightly and didn't ask any more. He knew that something must have happened to the stone, and he would tell him when he wanted to.

"Okay, then you're ready to suffer here! There is no life for your eldest young master of the Li Mansion here. ”

"Master, I am no longer the stone of the past, I have suddenly woken up, and I will never return to the erosive life of the old young master."

"Well, it's good, you have to suffer hard, and you can become a master." Dao Yan patted the stone on the shoulder.

Dao Yan is only half right, Shi Shi doesn't want to become a human being, he is willing to endure hardships because the more hardships he endures, the less pain in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, most of the scenery passed away, and the stone emptied Daoyan's knowledge with his talent and diligence.

Dao Yan suddenly realized that he had suffered a big loss, and he wanted to exchange the stones equally.

The stone generously contributed to the skill of juggling and the profound theory of medicine.

Dao Yan had no interest in this, so he had to consider himself unlucky.

Daoyan is not good at dealing with the Jianghu sect, whether it is a famous family or a three-religion and nine-stream, but the strange thing is that this Qingshou Temple is a place where people in the rivers and lakes like to stay.

Some meet here to compete, and some meet here.

Dao Yan didn't have much interest in martial arts, but in the process of visiting Qingshou Temple from various sects in the rivers and lakes, Shi made friends with all kinds of heroes from all walks of life, and learned a variety of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, palm techniques and fist techniques.

The light rain is like a kite that is constantly pulling. The sky drove away the dark clouds, and a little fish belly whitened, and in an instant, the drizzle began to seep into the soil again.

After the sacrifice to the mages of the past dynasties, Qingshou Temple announced the holding of a tug-of-war competition without exception.

"Master, I heard a little monk say that you have to hold a tug-of-war competition here every year during Qingming?" The stone is in full interest.

"Isn't there a tug-of-war competition held in the palace every year during Qingming? This is the meaning of praying for a good harvest. Dao Yan laughed and said that before he set his ambitions, he had classified visions such as "praying for a good harvest" as insatiable desires.

"Be sure to count me in. I've been to the palace several times, and those eunuchs are very easy to deal with, but I don't know how strong your monks are here. The stone rolled up its sleeves to show its growing arms.

"Hahaha! Needless to say? How do eunuchs compare with monks? Dao Yan looked up and laughed.

"How can it not be compared? They are the only talents who serve the emperor in a thousand miles. You monk here, you can enter if you want, you can leave if you want, there is no threshold at all. The stone was not convinced.

"That concubine is also one in a million, are they better than monks?" Dao Yan shook his head mischievously, and after being accompanied by a stone, his hippie smile continued unabated.

"The concubine is a woman, how can a woman compare her strength with a man?"

"The eunuch...... Hahaha! ”

"Ahh Master, you're so bad! Shi raised his eyebrows, disdainful of Dao Yan's unbridled mouth.

"So you have nothing to be proud of in the palace over those eunuchs. Wait a minute, you will compare in our Qingshou Temple, and you will find out whether you are a dragon or a rat. ”

"Hmph, it's better than that! Compare it to whom? ”

"Follow me!" Dao Yan stretched out a hand and swept the drizzle outside the eaves, "This rain...... Stop! ”

"Runaway, you are so old, don't say that the younger generations bully you."

"I don't like to dance with guns and sticks, but tug-of-war is a must."

"Your thin arms and legs, don't break them." The stone lifted Daoyan's empty sleeves, full of mockery.

"Humph! Do you know how to dial a thousand pounds? What is the use of brute force alone? Dao Yan threw away his arms and made a bet full of confidence, "Each of us will have a team, and the losing team will take a turn for January." ”

"The monk is on duty, what are we betting on? If you lose, you have to teach me Wong Tai Sin's displacement skills. The stone was ecstatic, like a hooked fish.

Displacement Gong is the only skill that Dao Yan has hidden and not taught to the stone.

Decades ago, when Dao Yan traveled all over the world, he met Huang Xianzi, the descendant of the Taoist Sanmao Zhenjun. He taught Dao Yan the art of qigong.

Displacement Gong is not a martial art used to attack the opponent, but a martial art to cultivate one's own organs.

"Hmph, stare at my displacement gong like a fly, okay, take it with your ability! You lose, what do you give me? ”

"I can give you everything without reservation." The stone patted his chest and said generously.

"I don't want to learn your three-legged cat kung fu, so give me the buzzard." Dao Yan smiled evilly.

"Bee hawk? I'm learning from you, but you're taking away my friends? ”

"You're thinking about it, right?"

"Don't think about it, it can't be!" The stone is categorical.

"Stinky boy, so moral! Forget it, if you lose, you owe it first. Dao Yan secretly rejoiced.

What could be more valuable than making a righteous friend like a stone?

Note: (1) Quoted from "The Collected Poems of the Escape from the Void"