The old man did not rush to answer when he heard this, took a pipe from his waist, knocked it on the gray-red stone beside him a few times, loaded it with tobacco shreds, lit it with a fire fold, and took a few puffs of "let-ta" and "ba-da". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A wisp of green smoke covered his face, and the old man squinted his eyes and said: "Saved, speaking of this, this week the old man died and made another evil." ”

Niu Fan was a little stunned, what the old man said did not match the preface, one would say that he was dead, and the other would say that he was saved, which was very contradictory, but he did not interject and waited for the old man to continue to tell.

"The people in this vicinity know that the river spirit is kind-hearted, and every time there is a big drought, the river will also dry up a lot, but the nearby fields are still filled with river spirits, even in the event of a famine, fish also pop out of the river from time to time, saving a lot of people, how can such a kind-hearted river spirit not be saved?"

The old man seemed to be a little emotional, as if he was asking himself a question, and after speaking, he took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and after a cough, he continued:

"But that Zhou Du Lao'er knew a fart, didn't know farming, and was full of truths, where did he know the merits of the river spirit, let alone the method of turning into a dragon, but he actually thought that it was wishful thinking for a river to turn into a dragon for the sake of a thin face and authority. ”

"Mourning is greater than heart death, Zhou Du Lao'er said casually, so that the river spirit who incarnated as a student died directly, which is more cruel than death, and the Hualong River at that time became a pool of stagnant water, naturally unable to save this damn old man. ”

Later, Zhou Du's body was salvaged, and the mourning hall had been set up, guess what? This old man actually came back to life in front of the person who mourned filial piety. ”

"Maybe it's a conscience discovery, a few days after this old man came back to life, after leaving a suicide note, he really died thoroughly. ”

From his suicide note, everyone knew that after the old man drowned, the soul ran to the heart of the river spirit's death, and thus learned about the experience of the river spirit, and he came back from the dead, it was precisely because he accidentally hit the river spirit that the river spirit temporarily had a heart, although the river spirit did not turn into a dragon, but years of cultivation condensed a thing similar to a dragon ball, the river spirit gave him this thing, so that he came back to life, but the hope of the river spirit turning into a dragon is no longer there. ”

When the old man said this, he began to feel sad and remained silent.

Seeing this, Niu Fan was silent for a while, and then asked after a while:

"Uncle, according to what you said, this river spirit is already dead, but what happened when he came out to push the boat just now?"

When the old man in sackcloth saw Niu Fan ask like this, he showed a sudden expression, and then seemed to remember something, and a scene that made Niu Fan stunned appeared.

I saw that the old man suddenly slapped his thigh, swept away his sadness, and changed his face faster than turning a book, and in an instant, he said to Niu Fan with a hippie smile:

"Little boy, the old man likes to tell the story he made up, and every time he talks about it, he can't help but get too involved in the play, how about it? I almost believe it to be true, right? I have another version here, it's more sad than this, I dare to guarantee that the story I tell can even trick me into tears, do you want to listen to it again?"

Niu Fan found that the old man had been talking for a long time, and the problem was rounded back to the original point.

However, the spirit of this river is certain, and the sadness that I felt in the heart of the river is indeed there, and the heart of this river is not dead, or it is alive again.

"Uncle, it's not early, the kid has to hurry, if there is a chance, next time I will listen to the story of the uncle." Niu Fan got up and saluted.

The old man slapped his forehead: "I forgot about this stubble, it's really addicted to storytelling, and the little boy walks slowly on the road." ”

Afterwards, Niu Fan walked in the direction of the burning mountain, he already had an answer to the origin of this Hualong River, and the remaining half of this story was just that the old man of the boat did not want to mention it himself.

"Is all this a cycle of cause and effect? If Zhou Du hadn't said that sentence, the river spirit would not have died, and naturally Zhou Du would have saved him when he fell into the water. ”

"But if he hadn't said that, would he have fallen overboard?"

"If he fell into the water because of the cause, the river spirit saved him as a result, and the effect changed the cause and brought forth the fruit of his second death. ”

"The second death is the cause, and it bears the fruit of the river spirit heart, and the river spirit heart is alive, so what is the effect?"

Niu Fan slowed down, a little dazed in his heart.

"If the river spirit asks the golden true dragon if it is the cause, and the golden true dragon answers yes, then what is the position of the golden true dragon in this entanglement?"

"The Golden True Dragon doesn't seem to have taken the corresponding consequences for his answer, or is the result unanswered?"

"There is only one cause, what kind of cause will produce what kind of effect, or does the effect change from time to time?"

"And after I listen to this story, will I also be planted with this cause and effect?

Niu Fan's thinking is constantly bursting out, as if he is sorting out an unusually chaotic thread, he seems to have gained, and there is no gain, a leaf and know the autumn, unconsciously, he began to try to look at things in another way, comprehend the Tao of nature.

Niu Fan doesn't think he has much wisdom, and he doesn't think he can think clearly, so the speaker cares, he just doesn't want to be proud and forget to speak, and this may be his biggest gain.

There is a small town called Jiuzhi Town near Huoyan Mountain, and the ancestors of this town have built a total of nine roads leading to all directions through the efforts of generations, providing a lot of convenience for pedestrians passing by, and this town is also named.

In one of the main roads out of the town nine miles, there is a small pavilion for pedestrians to rest, called Jiuli Pavilion.

The people in the town have inherited the traditions of their ancestors, and most of them are kind to others, and Wang Dagui, the rich man of the town, is naturally no exception.

This Jiuli Pavilion was built by Wang Dagui, and the idea is very simple, the ancestors can help others, and he Wang Dagui naturally cannot be left behind.

There is a tradition in the town to repair the pavilion, that is, to set up a stele in the back, and engrave the name of the investor.

Generally, the stele is half a person high, but this pavilion is different, not only the whole pavilion is larger than other places, even the stele is more than one person high.

Every time Wang Dagui came here and saw the three vermilion characters engraved on the stele, he would show a smile of satisfaction and satisfaction.

Today, Wang Dagui happened to be free, wearing a brocade yuan robe and a small silk hat, and brought a few family members and subordinates to the pavilion to rest.

Aunt Li in the town sells tea eggs, and there are stalls in the pavilion every day, there are many pedestrians, and the business is not bad.

"Dao Chief, do you want to buy eggs? Aunt Li greeted a young man in a white and black robe who was walking towards the pavilion enthusiastically.

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