Chapter 1: Spring Snow

The master said that Yangqi Mountain after the snow is like a tomb with sentient beings buried in it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Later, I learned that heaven and earth are a tomb, where the world is buried, and the people in it will never be able to get out.

Yet, I walked out ...

-- Qing Zen

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In the year 10,000 and 70 A.D., 7,990 years after the Ding You Fengyun, Yangqi Mountain, heavy snow, a heavy snow from midnight to early morning.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the white earth is only undulating, and heavy dark clouds infect the sky. Qing Chan and a middle-aged man, one tall and one short, stood here neatly, quietly looking down the mountain.

"It's rare to see such a big snow!" The middle-aged man's eyes looked into the distance, his eyes were full of beauty, and when he met the man's gaze, the cold wind seemed to be a little softer:

"There is a letter in the cabinet in the study, and tomorrow when you go down the mountain, you will hand it over to Nan Xiu of Yunlan Monastery, he... ”

Qing Chan rudely interrupted the man's words:

"Master, this... Is it a suicide note?"

At the end, Qing Chan actually laughed, and smiled very brightly:

"Still... The master wants me to die before ... Have some fun!

The middle-aged man's face did not show the slightest anger, and his eyes were still so peaceful and serene, deep as deathly silent. The smile on his face is still so warm... Even in this warm smile, it doesn't seem to be so cold:

"I've been down the hill many times, there are a lot of people, a lot of interesting things. You were very young when you went up the mountain, I thought, you... It's time to check it out. ”

Qing Chan's face suddenly became distorted and crazy, and after a long time, he returned to calm again, and his eyes were full of lustre, like countless small and beautiful pearls, scattered in his eyes, just looking at it made people pity:

"Master, I'm not reconciled, really, really... Very unwilling!"

The middle-aged man's expression still did not change at all, and he was even a little warmer and more serene, and even his voice was a little indifferent, so indifferent that he seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him:

"When you were seven years old, I gave you three exercises, you chose the favorite, I asked you to practice your least favorite, and you didn't complain at all. At the time you didn't understand that it was the world that chose you, not you. Now, you understand, but no. Willingly!"

Qing Chan's eyes quickly turned gray, and his thoughts returned to ten years ago.

He was only seven years old that year, and he was fighting with wild dogs for food in the city of Gama, beating with beggars, stealing, robbing, cheating, and deceiving.

One day, a man as rich as jade walked by, Qing Chan stole his money bag, but was grabbed by the man, the strength was amazing, Qing Chan couldn't break free.

"What about your parents!"

"I don't know!"

"That's right, because I don't know who my parents are. ”

The man stared at Qing Chan and looked carefully. Young Qing Chan, with a dirty face, only a pair of eyes are very bright. After looking at it for a long time, the man smiled gently, touched Qingchan's dirty head, and said:

"Come with me!"

Yangqi Mountain, in the master's study.

"There are three exercises here, "Shangxiao True Thunder", "Shangqing Sword Technique", "Crossing the Spirit Sutra", which one do you choose. ”

"Shangqing Sword Technique". ”

"Then you hate the one the most. ”

"The Sutra of Crossing the Soul. ”

"After that, you will practice the Sutra of Crossing the Soul!"

Qing Chan nodded, at this time, he only knew that if he could live and have a bite to eat, he would be happy. In fact, the master wanted him to understand that it was not he who chose the world, but the world who chose him.

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The middle-aged man's voice softened a little:

"If you let go, you can live a few more years. You see as a teacher.,Lived a Jiazi.,Really... Enough is enough. People who can only live for eighteen years live to be sixty years old, which is really enough. I heard that ever ... I am the only one ... Lived so long. The second in line only lived to be less than twenty-five years old, you have to work harder, my apprentice, you must live to be thirty years old!"

Let it go, if you don't care about it, what's the point of getting it.

But under normal circumstances, it seems that it is easier to get it after not caring about it, just like those toys with hot eyes when I was a child.

Or does it seem like a good choice to be nostalgic.,That's.。。 Try!

But after today, I can't see the master anymore. Qingchan's disgraced eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and he couldn't stop it:

"Master, but... I.. I can't bear you!"

The master's face was still serene, that kind of Xinhe infected the entire mountain, and Yangqi Mountain didn't seem to be so cold. The master's voice was a few points higher:

"Qingchan, look below, this Yangqi Mountain after the snow is like a tomb, and there are all living beings buried in it! It's a pity that this last layer, the teacher still hasn't seen through it after all!"

In the end, there was a bit of regret in his voice, as if he hadn't heard other emotions in the master's voice for a long time, and it was always peaceful to the point of being frightening.

This should be the thing that the master cares about the most!

Later, a lot of bloody snow fell in the sky, burying the entire Yangqi Mountain very thickly.

After the master fell asleep that day, he did not wake up again.

But soon, in another three months, Qingchan will be eighteen years old.

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After burying the master's body in Yangqi Mountain, Qingchan came to the master's desk and opened the cabinet, which contained an envelope.

Under the envelope, there was a folded letter paper, which Qing Chan gently spread. On it is the master's neat handwriting.

After reading it, Qing Chan slowly opened his palm, and suddenly a flame appeared on his palm, Qing Chan's excessively handsome face with a mocking smile, while lighting the letter paper while muttering to himself:

"Taiyin life, this name is mocking me... Not enough to be born ... Masculine?"

Walking to the window of the desk, Qing Chan stared outside, facing the howling cold wind and boundless darkness, Qing Chan seemed to be in a dream:

"The self, sentient beings, Hongchen, master, if I can't understand it and see through it!"

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In the city of Gama, the spring rain is pouring down on the smooth streets, the streets are neatly lined with antique buildings, and a kind of sweet and tranquil atmosphere is enveloped here, people's hearts can't help but become quiet, but the pedestrians on the street seem to be in a hurry. A girl who seemed to be as fresh as a green lotus rushed to a place with an anxious face, and accidentally bumped into a young man in Tsing Yi with an umbrella.

The boy's sense of balance was very good, not only did he not fall, but he grabbed the girl's arm very naturally and calmly, and firmly supported the girl who was about to fall to the ground.

"Thank you! Thank you! I didn't mean to!" the girl looked a little shy, and the moment she raised her head to see the boy, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Beauty, this otherworldly handsomeness made the girl's brain subconsciously pause, but soon came back to her senses and stopped paying attention. The girl lowered her head, there was still a little horror in her eyes, this was not because of the young man's unreasonably handsome face, but temperament, seeing the young man's calm face, she was like being in a quiet ancient temple, the disturbances between the mundane and mundane melted in an instant, and the heart became extremely clear and empty in an instant.

This is a master of the Tao, a monk who has not been shaved.

The man in Tsing Yi bowed his head slightly, but did not speak, and his dark eyes glanced at the girl faintly, like a migratory bird anxious to return home looking at the eaves of the tower on the ground, and the next moment it moved into the distance.

The moment she saw the young man's eyes, the girl's heart suddenly became overwhelmed, as if she was banished to the endless starry sky, surrounded by only endless darkness and faint starlight that could not be touched, so dull that it made people suffocate, and the dead silence made people frightened.

"It's not good, Nalan Yanran is about to arrive, Brother Xiao Yan has something!" the girl said to herself and left in a hurry.

The young man looked at the girl's distant back, and his eyes flashed with a cold cold:

"Master, the first person you said, I found it!"