Prologue 1: At the beginning of ancient times, the Tao honored lotus picking

The sky and the earth are black, gray and misty, and you can faintly see thousands of hectares of forest crossing, leaving dozens of people hugging tree stumps, standing quietly in the wilderness.

In the Weishui River, broken leaves and stumps roll down with the turbid currents stained red with blood and sediment.

In the north of Weishui, a person wearing a silk robe, holding a sword in his right hand and Sinan in his left hand, his eyes looked straight at the south bank, although the fog was hazy and hazy, covering the truth, he still seemed to be able to see the other side clearly.

I saw the shirtless, two-foot tall man standing on the south bank, who looked extremely rough, but shrewd.

Thousands of miles of corpses, blood flowing and pestle!

With a face full of grief and indignation, the man in silk raised the long sword in his hand, and he shouted: "Chiyou, you are wrong! ”

A coarser voice came from the other side: "Xuanyuan, don't preach here, heaven and earth, all things, and living beings are all selfish, I'm not wrong, it's you who are too naïve!" ”

"You're really wrong!" Xuanyuan lowered his head: "Where there is light, there must be darkness, but seeing light or seeing darkness depends on your eyes and mine, you are really wrong, all living beings in heaven and earth, not only the selfishness you said, but also fraternity, tolerance, understanding, mutual assistance, so much, can't you see it?" ”

"What's the use of talking so much?" Chi You raised the giant sword on the ground, and the cyan sword body flashed with a strange light: "Fight, the reason is not important, the important thing is whether you are qualified to be reasonable!" ”

Chapter 1: I don't see her again on the shore of West Lake

The bright sunshine has a unique glow in June, and even in the early morning, it is difficult to look at it directly.

On the shore of the sparkling West Lake, the towering and independent, peaceful and delicate Gem Mountain is full of gravel paths.

The little Taoist priest carried a bamboo basket on his back, sleepy-eyed and walked on the lakeside, thinking about the routine task arranged by the old master today, and thinking about how to complete the task earlier, and then he could find a green willow shade and leisurely leisure for half a day.

West Lake, has always been a resort in the world, in front of the early Tang Dynasty Yang Wanli 'the lotus leaves are infinitely green, the lotus flowers are different red', and there are Bai Ju Yi to build a white causeway, Su Dongpo to build a Su causeway.

It's just that the world has been in a hurry for a hundred years, and the romantic characters have all passed away, only a few old immortals on the Gem Mountain who have attained enlightenment are still sipping tea, talking about Su Dongpo's strayed into Hoover, and I don't know if I can cultivate in the next life?

Not to mention the origin of these Xizi scenic spots, in this June season, there are always many people who come to this lake to enjoy the flowers, or are interested together, so they borrow a boat with the boat family to tour the lake, and they have to watch and play with the gentleman in the flowers who 'can only be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed'.

The little Taoist priest looks at it from afar, on the white embankment in the distance, the car is like a flowing water and a horse is like a dragon, and the visitors are rubbing shoulders with each other, countless. There was laughter and laughter, but there were also complaints.

A picture of all beings!

Even though the master has said many times that the world is full of mayflies, the little Taoist boy is still curious about everything in the mortal world and can't help the sprouting of his heart.

Thinking that the master's plum blossoms could be counted to calculate his every move, the little Taoist priest pursed his lips, found yesterday's boat, untied the rope, and went boating alone to pick lotus.

In the past, I only needed to pick a lotus pod conceived by the aura and a lotus leaf that was as green as the first sprout, the lotus pod was used to feed the master's precious golden carp, and the lotus leaf was the master's taste-Artemisia drink, roll up the lotus leaf, pour sake into it, and use the stem of the lotus leaf to the mouth, and drink it all in one go.

The indescribable comfort, the little Taoist priest has also tried it a few times, but every time after drinking Artemisia Bi, he will inevitably fall asleep for half a day, which is particularly troublesome to him.

Today, it is necessary to pick one more good lotus flower to decorate the meditation room for the new old monk, saying that it is the most expensive vitality, more expensive than the Bodhisattva Buddha.

Now is the day of the battle between Buddhism and Taoism, but I can't bear that the monk is indeed more fooling people than the Taoist, and the master seems to want to ask the old monk of Qingyuan who came to spend the night yesterday to discuss the high and profound realm of the fool.

Therefore, he has nothing to do and is diligent, but he has hurt himself as an errand runner.

Rocking the boat in the West Lake, lying on the boat to see the flowing clouds, and distinguishing the spiritual rhyme.

This is the life of the little Taoist priest in the past three years, and today he repeats this life again, without the slightest change, still lying on the boat gracefully, stretching out his hands to caress the lotus flowers on both sides, and feeling the charm of the lotus.

The sky dome, the flowing clouds change, but the dog floats.

The little Taoist priest's unchanged face appeared in surprise, turned over, and a green lotus leaf came into view, among which there was a lotus tree that was pregnant with aura, but it was a pity that a delicate lotus flower was missing.

Otherwise, you can finish the battle, and then you can find a green willow shade for half a day.

Delicately and skillfully plucked the lotus canopy and lotus leaves, carefully placed them on the bow of the boat, and the little Taoist priest continued to wander among the lotus flowers.

Suddenly, waking up from this coolness, the little Taoist priest opened his eyes but was immediately stabbed by the sun.

But it was three poles of the sun, and it was already noon.

Where is this delicate lotus?

The little Taoist priest looked at the endless lotus flower in wonder, but he couldn't find a delicate lotus flower that the old monk said was full of aura, which could clear the lungs when he saw it and pleasing the mind when he smelled it.

This dead bald donkey, just come all the way to spend the night, and make such a harsh request.

During the wandering, the little Taoist priest's gaze suddenly condensed on the Su Causeway.

Where the Su Causeway is, a little girl is holding a lotus flower in her arms, smiling shallowly, and in front of her, a man is holding a mobile phone, taking pictures.

It is a tourist, it should be a father and daughter.

This is not important, the important thing is that when the little Taoist priest saw the lotus flower in the little girl's arms, he felt that this lotus flower should be the one asked by the old monk!

But he didn't know what to do, the master didn't allow him to associate with the world, so in the past three years, he didn't have any contact with the world, including his mother.

After thinking for a long time, the temptation of a leisurely half day overcame the timidity of not communicating with the world, and then he rocked the boat and approached the Su Causeway.

"Hello, donor!" The little Taoist priest stopped the boat on the embankment, looking at the father and daughter on the embankment with a timid face, but sincerely.

The man was slightly stunned, subconsciously thinking that he was a liar, but after seeing the little Taoist's delicate and aura face, he also let down a lot of guard: "Is there something wrong with the little Taoist?" ”

The little Taoist priest slowed down, looked at the little girl, and found that the little girl was looking at him carefully with her big eyes.

He blushed all at once.

Stretching out his immature arm, he said, "Can you give me that lotus?" ”

After a pause, the little Taoist priest continued: "I can exchange three lotus flowers, which one do you want, I will rock the boat and pick it!" ”

The little girl's father smiled kindly, just asking for a lotus flower, his vigilance disappeared, and he looked down at his daughter: "Xuexue, do you want to change it to him?" ”

The little girl blinked her big eyes, slowly stretched out her hands, and was about to hand out the lotus, but when she was halfway through, she suddenly withdrew her hand and pouted: "No, I want this one!" ”

Her father was slightly stunned, and persuaded her: "Xue Xue is usually very generous, what's wrong today, if you give this flower to others, people will exchange three flowers, which one you want, he will give it to you!" ”

The little girl thought about it carefully, but still shook her head desperately: "If you don't give it, you won't, I want this!" ”

Seeing that his daughter was so stubborn, the man could only smile apologetically at the little Taoist priest and leave with the little girl.

After taking a few steps, the little girl silently turned her head and made a grimace at the little Taoist, as if showing off something, and then smiled sweetly.

The little Taoist's heart suddenly stopped with a smile at this time, and with the series of movements of the little girl.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity lingers in my heart.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he no longer cared about the task arranged by the master, but rocked the boat and followed closely behind the little girl.

The little girl often looked back when she was a child, either with lip talk, or with a grimace, or with a sweet smile.

The little Taoist priest just looked at it stupidly, not knowing how to respond.

From Su Di to Bai Di, from Bai Di to the little girl who was carried by her father around the neck, he kept silently watching the little girl.

And now he also silently watched the little girl's figure go away, as if something particularly important in his heart had been stolen, and the bright West Lake was suddenly gloomy.

He wanted to abandon the ship and go ashore, but after all, he didn't have the heart to betray his master's teachings.

had to rock the boat back, but there was no longer the elegance of lying on the boat to see the flowing clouds and arguing with ease.

This year, he was eight years old and she was seven years old.

He thought that if he came back tomorrow, he might meet again.

The heart of the Tao was turbulent, and he could no longer calm down and said leisurely: "I don't seek the Tao, the Tao will come naturally." ”

The brightest point of light in his heart disappeared, and he no longer felt that there was any brilliance in this world, so he only remembered the shining point of light in his heart, looking forward to it appearing again.

Gem Mountain.

The old Taoist priest Wu Huaiyuan blew his beard and glared at the Qingyuan monk.

Monk Qingyuan was smiling: "The world is ups and downs, how old are you to cultivate?" ”

Wu Huaiyuan's tone was impulsive: "Twenty-seven! ”

Monk Qingyuan picked up the teacup: "You are twenty-seven years of cultivation, and the poor monk is thirty-three monks, how old is this child now?" ”

Wu Huaiyuan was slightly stunned, but said coldly: "It was his grandfather who entrusted him to me!" Besides, now that you and I are at the limit, no matter how difficult it is to advance, if Jun'an cultivates with me, he is expected to point straight to the avenue! ”

"His grandfather Wu Hua'an is also a famous Confucianism, he must understand the truth of deleting the complicated and simplifying, without experiencing the complexity of the world, if you let him come to the simplicity of cultivation, sooner or later he will be made to recite the Tao! Where does it come from? The poor monk also asks your Excellency to solve your doubts! ”

"Old monk, why don't you talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can't fool you, but he can beat you!" As the words fell, the air around them became tight.

Qingyuan still smiled: "The poor monk is also entrusted by others, and he thought it was a delusion, but it was just that with the turbidity of the world Qinglian and the misty past life, it made him move his heart, and in twenty years, he is not suitable to stay in the Gem Mountain!" ”

"Let him go with the poor monk!" Qingyuan reiterated again.

Wu Huaiyuan was stunned, collected the surging true qi, and just said softly: "Wait for three days, and then make a final conclusion!" ”

In the evening, the little Taoist priest climbed the gem mountain in a trance along the path.

In front of the courtyard, Master Wu Huaiyuan stared at him quietly.

The little Taoist priest walked over slowly, presented lotus canopies and lotus leaves, and said in a low voice: "I didn't find a lotus!" ”

Wu Huaiyuan snorted coldly: "I didn't find it, I still didn't get it?!" ”

The little Taoist priest raised his head in a daze, thought of the master's deduction technique, lowered his head and replied honestly, "I didn't get it." ”

Wu Huaiyuan looked at Jun An quietly, and after a long time, he said softly: "I didn't find it today, so I'll go tomorrow!" ”

Jun An nodded slightly, went to bed in the evening, lay in bed but couldn't sleep until it was almost dawn, and he was sleeping in a daze.

In the morning, I dragged my tired body again, went down the mountain to pick lotus, wandered for a day, and did not see the shining point of light!

"Today, there are no lotus pods and lotus leaves?" Wu Huaiyuan asked in a deep voice.

"No, Master, the apprentice is wrong!" Jun An knelt down with a thud.

Wu Huaiyuan sighed, it was already a foregone conclusion, why three days? He shook his head and sighed lightly: "Jun An, you can go back tomorrow!" ”

The little Taoist priest looked up: "I don't want to go back." ”

At this moment, the old monk Qingyuan walked out of the courtyard, and he smiled and said, "Do you want to find that lotus?" ”

The little Taoist priest's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help shouting: "Think! ”

Wu Huaiyuan almost didn't catch it in one breath, but sighed: "That's it, you go back, remember, you can't slack off in cultivation!" ”

The little Taoist priest replied with a stubborn face: "Master, I want to find the lotus, but I don't want to go back!" ”

Qingyuan seemed to see through Jun An's heart, but he chuckled: "Why don't you calculate it jointly?" ”

Wu Huaiyuan pondered for a moment and nodded.

So Zhai dipping, quoting symbols, Biwa for the sky, pottery bowl for the sea, lighting a red candle for the sun, moon and starlight, two rare masters in the world, began to jointly perform the mysterious magic of watching the moon in the well.

The red light connects with the sky and the moon, the bright moonlight falls, and the water surface in the pottery bowl leisurely emerges.

The picture is in a silent library, a note, it says, "When I see you, if a thousand flowers bloom, it is beautiful."

Wu Huaiyuan suddenly collected his mana, aged a lot for a moment, and then said softly: "Go to Southern Xinjiang, and after that, only let nature be." ”

Qingyuan chuckled and left the Gem Mountain overnight with the little Taoist.

I won't see her anymore on the shore of Xizi Lake, just because she is gone, and he will say goodbye to her who is gone!

In Xiamen, he met his mother Wu Ning, whom he had not seen for many years, and Junan followed his mother to play in Xiamen for several days.

Then take the green train of that era, travel thousands of miles, and go to the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang!

Chapter 2: The fate of the red dust is uncertain

Jun'an's surname is Jiang, but Jun'an is the name given by Wu Huaiyuan, and the previous common name is very vulgar, called Jiang Dengpan, which is the name given to him by his biological father who has been dead for seven or eight years!

It means more and more awesome!

But the strokes are complicated, and Jun'an has been accustomed to the title of Jun'an in the past three years, but fortunately, after several struggles, the name on the household registration book was changed to Jiang Jun'an!

After three years of purification, a child suddenly returns to the world, and he is always out of place, especially when this child can see something that others can't see.

On the gem mountain, there is still a high road Wu Huaiyuan, these ghosts dare not approach the radius of ten miles, the West Lake is also full of people, the yang energy is strong enough to force back the yin energy, Jun An has naturally not seen it before, on the train, the police are dressed in the imperial spirit, and the ghosts do not dare to appear.