Pujia, originally meant to be the newborn reed, that is, the reed by the river, and in ancient times, it also referred to a person with a low status.

There is a piece of "Pu Jia" in the Book of Poetry, which some people in modern people explain that it is the poet who loves others but can't, expressing his lovesickness.

Some people also explain that it is the poet's ideals that cannot be realized, and his sadness.

I don't know exactly which explanation is correct.

All I know is that I have a trace of admiration for the shrine maiden named Pujia thousands of years ago.

I also knew that I had become the person who represented her ideals: intelligent, empathetic, and rebellious.

When I saw the sun shining all over the ground, I thought of the word "light", which represents hope, represents justice, and I like it a little bit.

I left Huaishuwan, and beside the thatch, I saw the master and the master waiting there, and a lantern on the ground.

The master handed me the jue jade, I hung it on my chest, and we walked together to Taoist Bay.

On the way, I told the story of Pujia to the masters, but they just listened and didn't ask too much.

Life goes on.

I know that by touching the little wrench and activating the mantra, I can bring things in reality into dreams.

And I, who already had the finishing touches and corpse oil, successfully brought it into the dream, and also entered the portrait of Zhuangzi, and got those ancient scrolls.

In the past, my master and I always thought that the existence of the hidden land was known to the ancestor from the ancient scrolls, and now it seems that it should be this silk silk.

When I assiduously understood the three ancient scrolls of Zhuangzi and prepared to deal with the arrival of the Gen organization, what I feared most about what happened still came.

The master is no longer good.

I thought that the master would die a tragic death for the sake of morality, just like in the storybook.

But the reality is silent, and death has slowly come.

One morning, shortly after we returned to Daoist Bay, I had just come out of my dreams and it was just dawn.

In the past, because the master was old and slept less, he would get up early to make breakfast.

But when I came to the kitchen, the stove was cold.

Aware of the uneasiness, I hurried to my master's room, only to see him lying on the bed with his chest heaving.

I hurriedly called out to the master, thinking that he was sick.

He just said yes twice in a daze, and then stopped moving.

I hurriedly called the village doctor and the master.

When the doctor came, he shook his head at me and the master who arrived, saying that he was old and his organs were failing, so he couldn't help it.

Destiny is hard to disobey, and the master is really going to die.

It was like a bolt from the blue, leaving my mind blank.

I've thought about this day more than once, but when it did, I was terrified.

The master wanted to use the talisman seal of the Taiping Dao to see if he could continue his life, but I stopped him.

The Louguan school pays attention to conforming to the way of heaven, and the master is the most devout believer.

If he uses the talisman to continue his life, he will definitely not agree.

I thought of my senior sister, and hurriedly called the school, and the senior uncle also asked the senior brother to go to the town to guard, and if the senior sister came back, he would immediately drive to Taoist Bay.

In the entire Qingshan Town, the older generation of people all came to see off this Taoist priest in Taoist Bay.

Perhaps in the eyes of the younger generation, the Taoist priests in Daoist Bay are just representatives of superstition.

But in the hearts of the older generation, the Taoist priest of Daoist Bay is the patron saint of Qingshan Town.

In the evening, the senior sister finally rushed back and threw herself in front of the master's bed and cried.

Uncle and I took care of everything in Daoist Bay, and also saw off the people who saw them off.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the master suddenly returned to his light and woke up.

The senior sister called me in, and I saw the master leaning on the senior sister's arms, looking at the senior sister, then at me, and at the master who walked in.

He stared at us, as if he wanted to keep the appearance of several relatives around him in his mind and soul forever.

He waved his hand and motioned for me to come over, and I knelt in front of the bed, and he gently touched my head and said, "Be a good man." ”

Then he looked at the master uncle and said, "Take care of the children for me." ”

In the end, he fixed his eyes on his daughter, did not speak, just watched quietly, this last look.

I know what he's thinking.

What father's greatest wish is not to watch his daughter get married?

Gradually, the master's breathing became more and more rapid, and suddenly, after taking a long breath, there was no more sound.

With infinite attachment to his relatives, the Taoist priest who guarded the mountain from Louguan returned to the way of heaven.

The master walked over and slowly smoothed and covered the master's open eyes.

Then I pulled the crying sister away and asked her to kneel on the ground with me.

Then I found burning paper and covered the master's face.

This is our local rule, and future generations will kneel to see off our ancestors.

The next day, the funeral was held in Taoist Bay, almost every household in Qingshan Town came to Taoist Bay, crowded people, carried the master to the top of the mountain in the distance, buried in the ancestor and they together, looking at Taoist Bay, the last Louguan Taoist Temple.

At the end of the funeral, the senior sister went back to school.

And the master uncle also persuaded me to go home, or go with him to the Taoist temple in the town.

My parents also wanted me to leave Daoist Bay, after all, I was the last person here.

I rejected their offers, and I decided to stay here.

The end of one era heralds the birth of another.

The death of the master marked the end of the era of seclusion of the Louguan School. And my stay expresses the determination of the Louguan faction to continue to guard the mountainous area.

I shuttle between dreams and reality, but sometimes, I really can't tell the difference between dream and reality, because I am the only one left in Taoist Bay.

I became the last Taoist priest left behind in Taoist Bay, the last person to guard the mountain.

During the day, I looked at the lonely room and felt extremely lonely when I thought of what my master used to be.

At night, I would call out Zhao Xiaoxue, and the two of them would sit under the osmanthus tree, looking at the endless river below.

On August 15, instead of returning to Songwan, I moved the table under the osmanthus tree, set out a few small dishes, took out the sorghum wine that the master had drunk, and drank it myself.

Zhao Xiaoxue sat opposite me, she was a ghost, she didn't need to eat the food of the yang world, she just accompanied me.

The moon is like a silver plate, hanging in the air, and the moonlight is shining on the river, crystal clear.

The wind blows, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus.

In the past, I felt the mellow aroma of sorghum wine for the first time.

The departure of the master is a blow to me.

In the past, I always thought that the master was a high wall that bound me, and I was always afraid that I would be damaged by the outside, but now I understand that he is also the last barrier to protect me.

After that, I had to face all the threats alone.

I don't know how much alcohol I drank, I just felt hazy and suddenly felt sick to my stomach and vomited.

Zhao Xiaoxue hurriedly walked up to me and gently patted my back.

As soon as I grasped her hand, my eyes were hazy, and I said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, if you weren't dumb, if you didn't die, maybe I would marry you." ”

She looked angry and tried to shake my hand away.

But I just grabbed it and said, "It's a pity that we have no fate, and in the future, I will only marry my senior sister." ”

Zhao Xiaoxue listened, finally broke free, and slapped me.

I woke up a little and thought that I had just talked nonsense, and I also gave myself a mouthful.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoxue took my hand and wrote two words on my hand: dream.

Although I talked nonsense, I really liked my sister in my heart, and said: "What kind of dream, I have cast a forbidden technique, and burned my sister's hair, along with me and her eight characters, under the osmanthus tree during the Qixi Festival, the ancestral master's Taoism can still work?" ”

Zhao Xiaoxue looked at me angrily, and then wrote a change on my palm.

Change? Who to change?? Did she know something?

I hurriedly asked, "Change?" ”

She continued to write on my hand, and the first time I didn't feel it, she wrote it again, and I realized that it was the word "master".

Master?

I was suddenly shocked in my heart, could it be that the master knew about this.

But the senior sister is the master's daughter, and he has always been very distressed, if he knew about it, I am afraid that he would have taught me a lesson.

I thought of that word change again, did the master know that he changed things and destroyed the Dao technique, so he didn't punish me?

Then, I thought of the last words left by my master: be a good man.

He used to break into Taoist Bay on the night of Pujia, and when he hit the door, he thought he was going to die, so he once said these four words as his last words.

Then it proves that he left these four words as his last words, which was deliberate and not accidental.

Be a good man, in other words, he knows: I have done bad things and used forbidden arts.

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