"Okay, I'll accompany you."

I hesitated, "No, let me stay by myself." ”

"W-Oh well."

Out of the door, the warm breeze of early spring with incense blowing into my nose, I stood against the sun, squinted my eyes, looked at the pilgrims who came one after another, and felt a burst of lightness in my heart, Lao Tzu finally don't have to serve you, and finally don't have to worry about your safety!

However, the moment I stepped out of the mountain gate, I suddenly felt a little reluctant.

At this moment, I realized that I was not light, but lost.

Along the way, I kept thinking about the bits and pieces of so many years, and I felt like saying goodbye to my love for many years, full of reluctance, but there was no way to keep it.

That emotion is like the heroine in a bitter love drama.

After walking and stopping, I finally walked back to the shop slowly, looked at the plaque of the shop, and suddenly remembered that it was also spring, and the weather was very sunny.

I inexplicably thought of what the master said a few days ago - everything has changed, nothing has changed.

Perhaps, at that time, the master already vaguely felt something.

In fact, when I came out of the Taoist temple, I had already thought about it, I hurt the Qingfeng Temple badly enough, if it weren't for me, the Qingfeng Temple would still be safe and sound, and those people would not die, and the master and Xuanhu would not have to be very tired every day like carrying a mountain.

Those little disciples are also living in fear, and it is really not cost-effective to drag the entire Qingfeng Temple down the quagmire for the sake of me alone.

As for Yu Lan, she deserves someone better.

A lot of things have happened before, but there are ways to crack them, even when the Heavenly Dao wants to kill me, I just don't understand, I will be angry, but I have never despaired.

But now, it is pure faith that has collapsed, and there is no medicine for it.

Besides, Master's attitude has already explained everything - about my spiritual root, if there is a little room for turnaround, Master will not agree so reluctantly.

The master's pleading, the master's embarrassment, I see it in my eyes, without me, everyone is fine.

From the very beginning, the master has calculated that I am a disaster, and by now, I should also understand that I should not have any communication with anyone.

Then, from then on, no one is reluctant, and no one is embarrassed.

I stood at the doorway for a long time, wanting to go in, but hesitated a lot at my feet.

After wandering for a long time, I finally didn't have the courage to go to this familiar land.

Seeing that it was still early, I turned around in a daze, and found a random way, not thinking about where to go, just wanting to simply walk.

Along the path, slowly walked to the town, before approaching, I had heard a burst of strings and drums, not far away, the inner and outer three floors were densely packed with people.

I can't help but look at it, there is a boxy platform on the side of the road, and the ugly people on the stage are not very lively.

"The head is drummed, the war rice is made, the second drum, the battle robe is tight, the three-way drum, the knife is out of the sheath......"

When I listened to it, I couldn't help but smile, this "Dingjun Mountain" can be regarded as a classic in Peking Opera, don't look at this as a play, but this play is a real auspicious apartment.

In the first scene of the new year, the troupe sang this, and this Dingjun Mountain also has a name, called 'Success in World War I'.

There is another kind, that is, the rich and noble families in the past, when the male owner celebrates his birthday, they will set up a platform on the side of the road, which means that the male owner can also be like Huang Zhong in Dingjun Mountain.

Sure enough, I took a few steps forward, and I saw the gray-haired old man, with Erlang's legs crossed, beating rhythmically, shaking his head and listening happily.

I shook my head and sighed, a handful of age, high morale, is really rare.

Look at myself, I am in the prime of my youth, but I have no fighting spirit.

Hey, if you don't listen to it, the more you listen, the more disturbing it becomes.

I glanced at it, but found that there was something wrong, I couldn't hear whether the singing on the stage was good or bad, but there was something wrong with this stage.

Don't look at me now, I can't recite the Taoist scriptures, but I still know the most basic common sense.

Generally speaking, the left side of the stage is the green dragon, the right side is the white tiger, no matter how big the horn on the stage, it must also be from the right side, from the left side, this is called 'green dragon platform', Daji, if it is the other way around, it is called 'white tiger platform', big murder.

Just now, just as the horns on the stage went down, they walked in the white tiger position.

White Tiger, the main calamity sword soldier, the old man has a big birthday, and the troupe does this, which is indeed a bit inauthentic.

I hesitated, but I still walked over, although I am not a Taoist priest anymore, but the most basic benevolence is still there.

There is such a thing as a good deed, doing one thing, counting one thing, has nothing to do with identity.

"You are pine crane Changchun, spring and autumn are not old."

As soon as I walked in front of the old man, I put my hands together and said an auspicious word first.