Qiantang River with the Qingyuan Dragon King solemnly swearing, the river suddenly flashed a white line, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the tide galloped from far and near, and the tide pushed and hugged the sound like thunder. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In an instant, the tide peak rises a water wall three or four meters high and stands upright on the surface of the river, spraying beads and splashing jade, the momentum is like ten thousand horses galloping, the tide is surging and the waves are surging and sweeping, which can be described as extremely spectacular.

From now on, as long as there is a high tide on August 18, there will be a big tide to invite the waves, and it will never change.

Qiantang looked at the waves, and the tide was in front of him in an instant.

It seems that in the ordinary river water, the energy can be shocking.

The magnificence of the tide of the Qiantang River in Shiyun, but I don't know what kind of sincere friendship it contains, and the source of everything, the fisherman who carries a flat basket with salted fish on his shoulder, is coming to a Shuize River at this time.

The footsteps are swaying, and the mouth keeps shouting and selling: "Sell fish, sell fish, fresh century-old salted fish, can anyone buy it?" ”

"Huh?" The sound of the fisherman's shouting was transmitted, and not far away, an old man in a robe with white hair scattered, a haggard face and an unclean body, and a thin body, couldn't help but stop chanting sad words, his worried eyes flashed a trace of clarity and became turbid, and he walked with a wry smile: "Sir, why did you come to this Miluo River?" ”

"I'm selling fish!"

The fisherman replied casually and asked the same question: "The ancestor of resignation, the half-saint of Wendao, why did he fall into such a field?" ”

"This world is turbid, only I Qu Yuan is alone, but it is rare to be innocent! Everyone is drunk and I am sober, it is difficult! It's hard! ”

Qu Yuan sighed bitterly, and then said solemnly: "Sir, I won't buy this salted fish!" ”

"Heh~" The fisherman smiled noncommittally, smacked his lips and asked deeply: "Not bound by external things, but able to change with the world." The whole world is muddy, so why not go with the flow? Everyone is drunk, why not eat some lees and drink some thin wine? Drunk together? ”

Qu Yuan's face was thoughtful when he heard this, and then he stroked his scattered hair, shook his head heavily, and said: "The first clean beard hair will definitely disappear the new gray sand, who can let the innocent body be stained by foreign objects?" ”

Speaking of this, Qu Yuan slowly raised his head and said calmly: "Mr. Game World, although his body is stained with dirt, his heart is innocent!" However, I, Qu Lingjun, have a hard time clearing my heart in this turbid world! ”

The fisherman did not respond, but sat down cross-legged, looked at the Miluo River for thousands of miles, and said leisurely: "The world is not turbid, but creation!" A calamity is not a calamity, but a blessing! The heart is not innocent, but safe! ”

"Creation? Good luck? Qu Yuan asked lightly, as if he was asking the people around him, and he was also asking about his own heart, and said with a wry smile: "Even so, in the face of the people who are intoxicated, Lingjun is still difficult to be safe and innocent!" ”

"If you don't want to face it, can't you avoid it?"

The fisherman smiled and asked, his palm was slightly spread and slowly clenched, and he said in a deep tone: "No, it's not right, wait for the future, one day you will achieve the safety you want!" ”

"What the gentleman taught!"

Qu Yuan bowed down to thank him, but he still firmly said: "However, Lingjun is a turbid being, and it cannot be avoided, only if you really stay away, you will not suffer from the dirt of the world!" It's hard to find innocence! ”

"The heart is firm, and no one can change it! Not bad, not bad! ”

The fisherman praised his head, but Qu Yuan took out the gravel directly from his arms, threw it high in the air and instantly turned into a yellow ancient book, raised his palm lightly, bowed down and placed it in the fish basket, and said ashamedly: "Thank you Mr. for today's teaching, but Lingjun is stubborn by nature, and it is difficult to change it!" Only Jiang Sha Wenxin turned into a testament and gave a sense of gratitude, and Mr. Wang's soul was wrong! ”

"With a turbid family and a pure heart of innocence, it should be "Huaisha"!"

The fisherman nodded in response, and didn't say anything before looking at him, Qu Yuan took a deep breath, slowly bent down and picked up a river stone, slowly crossed the fisherman and walked straight towards the Miluo River, and recited the chaotic words in his mouth: "Hao Hao Yuanxiang, divert the bubbling water."

The road is secluded, and the road is far away.

Embrace the quality and affection, and be unique.

Bole is not there, Ji Yan Cheng Xi.

The people's livelihood is wrong.

Concentrate on the ambition, what is there to fear?

I have been sad and mourned, and I will sigh forever.

The world is turbid, and the human heart is not bad.

You can't let you die, and you can't love it.

Tell the gentleman, I will think it is a kind of thing. ”

The gibberish preached the heaven and the earth, Qu Yuan's body suddenly exuded a magnificent light, a little bit of broken and rippling innocence and peace, sweeping thousands of miles of wind and clouds, the sun and the moon were dim and the stars were lightless, all living beings were feeling a sense of loss, and countless literate creatures couldn't help but hang their heads.

In the dark clouds of heaven and earth shrouded in rain and rain, they all worshiped and cried: "Congratulations to Shizu!" ”

Qu Yuan's body sank into the Miluo River, the half-saint Wenxin was shattered and shrouded, and the eastern spring and autumn domain of the great world suddenly appeared a corner of an illusory world, and the literary world that was originally attached to the plane barrier has descended to a corner, when it completely falls, the generations of the great world of literature and Confucianism can escape into it, avoid the turbidity and calamity, and be safe and innocent.

The literary world came to a corner, and countless Confucian and Taoist holy sayings suddenly spread out between heaven and earth: "The ancestor of resignation has made great contributions to Confucianism, and today he deserves the name of the son!" ”

"Lisao Nine Songs Prove Confucianism and Taoism, and the Nine Chapters of Astronomy Establish Their Names!"

"Words are endowed with wisdom and wisdom, and poetry is good for thousands of years!"

"Qu Zi Temple, stand!"

"Boom~" Confucianism and Taoism came out jointly, the original majestic rain disappeared, the dark clouds were scattered by the golden light, a bright but pure and peaceful cultural temple condensed the heaven and earth, standing high in the air and slowly falling towards the Miluo River, the bright golden light is the source to the three holy Confucian golden characters on the plaque of the Wen Temple, Qu Zi Temple!

"Ang~" "Roar~" "Groan~"

And at this moment, three roars suddenly came out from heaven and earth, a pitch-black dragon claw, a scarlet unicorn claw, and a savage dragon claw, directly penetrating the space and grabbing towards Qu Zici with a fierce momentum, they definitely didn't want Confucianism to have one more literary saint.

The three giant claws of the sky wanted to destroy the Qu Zi Temple violently, and a colorful Buddha lotus also appeared under the Wen Temple, holding up the Qu Zi Temple to prevent it from falling, and the Buddha Gate was also unwilling.

The three emperors shot to destroy, the Buddha lotus resisted and fell, the treasure of Wendao appeared next to the Qu Zi Temple, the Spring and Autumn Pen waved the calligraphy and painting point to the black dragon claw, Mozi ordered the shape of the beast to smash with his fist, Zhuang Zhou's butterfly flapped its wings and was illusory and isolated, instantly blocking the state of destruction of the three claws.

Even the Buddha Gate Cailian was resisted by a burning bean tree, where stood a middle-aged man with a white face and elegant bearing, who owed Shi Li and said politely: "Master Huiku, you and I are the same country, and the Buddha is safe and sound, why prevent Qu Zi Temple from descending!" ”

"Nan no Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn came out of the Buddha lotus, and the figure of the wise and old man appeared and sits, looking at the Qu Zi Temple with compassion and compassion: "King Jin, the Lord of Qu Shi has made up his mind, and he is willing and peaceful, why should you and other Wen families let him suffer from this red dust again, it is better to go to rest and let the Lord Qu Shi enjoy the purity!" ”

"It seems that Master Hui Ku has to stop Shi Zu Yansheng!"

King Jin shook his head calmly, and slowly reached out to hold the burning beans, the beans crackled, and then condensed a boiler, and the soybeans inside tumbled and flashed countless words, which made Hui Ku hang his eyes and clasp his hands: "Wen Jin has a stone, and the King of Jin has eight buckets alone, which really makes the poor monk admire!" ”

King Jin didn't respond, but looked straight at Miluo River, because with Hui Ku's words, countless golden lotuses fell to block his vision, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly and said solemnly: "Boiled beans are used as soup, and the soybeans are used as juice."

The beans are burning under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle.

This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other? ”

As soon as a word came out, the words and soybeans tumbling in the boiler instantly overturned and rumbled into the Miluo River Golden Lotus, and in just a moment, they were furious: "A group of demons dare to covet Qu Zi's holy body, they should be destroyed!" ”

The King of Jin, who has always been elegant, saw the scenery of the Miluo River, and the countless Wendao people who were originally calm were even more so, and there was a loud shout that shook the sky: "You are waiting to eat people's bodies, and today you are insatiable, it is really a rebellion against human morality, and you should be punished with capital punishment, and you will be cut with a thousand knives!" ”

A sharp voice came out, and beside the countless demon fish and demons surging in the Miluo River, three thousand six hundred sharp magic paths were condensed in an instant, and the dense swords were filled with dense swords, and the surging demons turned into pieces of meat in just a moment, and the blood stretched for hundreds of miles.

And this did not make the Legalist half-saint calm his anger, cast the Dharma forbidden spell again, and said coldly and sternly: "The heart is vicious, the sin is unforgivable, and the prisoner spirit cannot enter reincarnation here for 10,000 years!" Draw the ground as a dungeon! Forbidden! ”