In the cold moon of this year, the Yellow Turban Army in Chang'an City was still eating people, and a middle-aged man with his wife and the baby in his arms shivered and hid in a dilapidated temple in the King's Landing Mountains. This broken temple was originally a deserted temple last year, and the deserted temple was vaguely written "Tianqi Temple", and now these three words have been destroyed, and the evil monarch is in this time to hand over the glaive demon knife to Huang Chaoge, and finally Huang Chaoge captured Chang'an City with this magic knife, and this deserted temple was finally destroyed by several wars and finally became a dilapidated and dilapidated temple. Several Yellow Turban soldiers pursued the ruined temple and searched around, but left the ruined temple when they couldn't find anyone.

In the dead of night, the two rats were hungry and came out to gnaw on the roots, the middle-aged man was worried that the two mice were moving too much, attracting the Yellow Turban Army not long after leaving, he smacked softly, and at first there was some effect, but then the two mice simply ignored him, and gnawed the roots of the tree to eat. The middle-aged man didn't dare to drive away loudly, so he picked up a branch and carefully tossed one of the mice, and then the two rats were frightened and ran away.

The ruined temple, which had been silent and solemn, was silent again, and after a long time, the middle-aged man who had been frightened for a day fell asleep leaning against the broken wall in the corner. Suddenly, there was a thud, and he opened his eyes again. At the same time, I heard a rustling sound, the sound of claws digging the earth. "Good! This damn rat! The middle-aged man cursed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he was extremely happy, and the middle-aged man stood up gently while gently taking off his coat. The middle-aged man cautiously approached the two mice by the moonlight, and sure enough, the two palm-sized mice were digging under a tree and were gnawing on the roots of the tree, when the middle-aged man opened his coat and pounced on the two mice, and finally one escaped, and the other was caught in his coat. The middle-aged man strangled the mouse's head hard, until the corners of the mouse's mouth were slightly bloody, and he could no longer move, and the middle-aged man let go.

At this time, the middle-aged wife was also awakened, and said in a frightened voice: "Chang Shan, the Yellow Turban Army is coming to arrest people again, run." ”

The middle-aged man grabbed the mouse, walked quickly to his wife and said, "It's not the Yellow Turban Army, it's me catching the mouse, and we have rat meat to eat tomorrow morning." After saying that, he happily grabbed the mouse in his hand and stretched it out to his wife. The middle-aged man looked at the baby boy in his wife's arms, felt that the family was very pitiful, and felt very uncomfortable, he squatted down, stared at the dark sky, and stopped standing up for a long time.

After dawn the next day, the middle-aged man roasted the rat meat, let his wife finish eating, and then took a family of three and went straight to Luoyang City. Along the way, the husband and wife saw that the fields were barren and surrounded by shallow mountains in the distance. The mountains create a high ground between the fields, and the bark of the poplar trees that were once lush on the high ground has been stripped to satisfy hunger. The middle-aged wife sighed: "In the past half a year, the city fighters have killed people and seized the city, and the land fighters have killed people and exposed the wilderness, I don't know what they are for, is it not good to farm and live a good life." The middle-aged man replied: "Since Xia Yu passed on the country to his son, the world has become the home of a few; The well field is wasted, and the land is privately owned; The curse of eternal war has been sown. The few controlled families are fundamentally broken, and only pruning and shears are repaired on the branches and leaves, resulting in continuous wars, when will the people be peaceful for a long time? ”

A few days later, the family of three had traveled a long way, and as they were about to reach Luoyang City, the victims were displaced and skeletons were everywhere. At this time, the moon rises from the distant mountains, and the crows fly from the trees that have died from the loss of bark in the distance, and cry hungrily in the air. Hearing the crow's wail, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "If I hadn't studied literature since I was a child, and my father wouldn't let me practice martial arts together, I would have been unwilling to escape like I have now, but I would like to die in a vigorous battle, and save my life from fire and water!" ”。 While speaking, a family of three came to the gate of Luoyang City, and the soldiers guarding the city on the upper floor, because it was past the unitary time, coincided with the war, and they were afraid that the victims would be mixed with the spies of the Yellow Turban Army, so the soldiers in the city sternly refused to open the city gate.

In the cold moon of this year, outside Luoyang City, on the edge of the Luo River, at midnight, the north wind howled, and the cold snow flew. The middle-aged man watched the baby boy in his wife's arms cry from the cold, unable to sleep peacefully, so the middle-aged man took off his coat and underwear and wrapped the baby boy in several thick layers, while he himself wore a single coat and curled up under a large tree that had lost its bark in the wind and snow.

The middle-aged wife saw that her husband was frozen like that, and she wanted to return the underwear that her husband had taken off to her husband, but the middle-aged man always refused, and said in a firm tone: "There are nine stars above the galaxy of the universe, and our son is incarnated by the broken army star of the nine stars, and he will definitely do a lot in the future. ”

After the cold night, in the early morning of this day, the middle-aged man had been frozen to the point that he had lost his body temperature, and his body was cold. The middle-aged wife, crying in front of her husband's huddled corpse for a while, walked into Luoyang City with a little crazy baby boy in her arms, with her hair scattered and her face covered with dust and mud.

In the second half of this year's cold month, snowflakes are all over the sky, and the snowflakes fall silently. At the foot of the White Horse Temple in the cold mountains, the widowed woman on the bank of the dry river, her face was unusually haggard, allowing the snowflakes to be stained with rags and rags, and under her feet was a pair of tattered shoes, which stinked and had not been cleaned for more than a month. The north wind was howling, the thin body seemed a little swaying, staring at the stone bridge with lonely eyes, endless despair in his eyes, looking at the child in his arms, his heart was full of sadness. Just as the middle-aged wife was about to jump into the dry river with her child in her arms and commit suicide, between the lightning and flint, a bald monk and a good monk rescued the mother and son from a distance with great speed.

After the monk rescued the mother and son, he settled the mother and son in the White Horse Temple in the cold mountain, and the monk asked the middle-aged wife: "What is the name of the boy in your arms?" The middle-aged wife replied: "It's called Chang Anping, the name his father gave him, because the child was born on the day of the beginning of the war in Chang'an, his father pinned his hopes on this name to bless his son's health, and at the same time hope that the world will restore peace as soon as possible." ”

After hearing this, the monk lowered his head and sighed and said: "This child is destined for me, I will accept him as the only apprentice in my life, teach him the exercises of my life, I hope that in the future, when he grows up, he can defeat the evil king, and end the grievances planted a hundred years ago, I will rename him the golden cicada, which means that the golden cicada is out of its shell, have you ever been willing to entrust this child to me." ”

The middle-aged wife immediately knelt in front of the monk with the baby in her arms and said movingly: "How difficult it is to survive in this troubled world, if the monk is willing to accept my son as a disciple, it is the blessing of our permanent family, and I am willing in every way." ”

Shangshan monk said: "When this child grows up a little, I will come to the White Horse Temple in the second half of each year to teach him the exercises, you and your child and settle in this White Horse Temple, remember that there is one thing that must be observed, from now on, your son's name is Jin Chan, and you can't let anyone know the master-apprentice relationship between me and your son." The middle-aged wife immediately agreed.

In the calendar of the land of Datang Shenzhou, every 12 years is divided into a cycle of 12 zodiac signs, which are the rat, the ugly ox, the tiger, the rabbit, the dragon, the snake, the horse, the sheep, the monkey, the rooster, the dog, and the pig.

The South China Sea Shenlong, who lives in the Nanhai South Palace, has three sons, Tengjiao, Qilin, and Zhenwen, and the three sons were born in the middle of the day, noon, and the future. Every twelve years, the three sons need to undergo a process of molting their whole body and then regrowing dragon scales. This year happened to be the afternoon horse, and it was the time when the second son of the South China Sea Shenlong, the Qilin, came to the Lechuan River to shed its scales.

In the last few days of the cold moon, the good monk once again came to the place of broken souls, one of the four places of the netherworld, and the good monk stood on the "Nai He Bridge" on the "Lechuan River". Seeing that the unicorn had just completed its molting in the Lechuan River, new dragon scales slowly grew on his body. The Shangshan monk sighed on the "Nai He Bridge": "Qilin Divine Dragon, your dragon scales are really rare in the world!" ”

The unicorn slowly moved the huge dragon head, half-asleep and squinted at the Shangshan monk, and the old god quipped on the ground: "Hey, I was born in the South China Sea, where the climate is hot, and dragon scales need to be molted every twelve years." Naturally, it is different from the Beihai Divine Dragon that grows in the Arctic Ocean of Fusang North Island, after all, the climate of the Arctic Ocean and the North Sea is cold, and the Beihai Divine Dragons do not need to molt dragon scales in their lifetime. ”

After hearing this, the monk nodded his head again and again, patted his unicorn horn and said: "There is a child named Baili here, I will meet him in the future, if you can, please teach that child a little fairy art." ”

The unicorn slowly turned over in the Lechuan River, and the green dragon scales surged up a burst of mist, and in the haze, the golden soft dragon belly was revealed and said comfortably: "This is easy to say, don't hide from the good monk, some time ago, I went to the Lechuan River and listened to Meng Po talk about you, as long as this child named Baili is smart and studious, I will be willing to teach a body of immortal arts." ”

After hearing that the Qilin Shenlong promised so happily, the Shangshan monk hurriedly said: "The poor monk thanked the Qilin Shenlong on behalf of that child. ”

Qilin stretched his waist in the Lechuan River, and said lazily: "Don't thank you, good monk, if this child is destined for me, it will also be a beautiful thing." ”。 After a while, when the unicorn completely grew dragon scales in the Lechuan River, the unicorn jumped out of the water in a flash, the unicorn hung in the air, the whole body was clean and flawless, and the unicorn went up to the nine heavens after the resignation of the good monk.

The good monk was left alone to think alone on the "Nai He Bridge" on the "Lechuan River", and after staying for a long time, the good monk returned to the place of rebirth in one of the four places of the netherworld. It is located in the Netherworld Black Sea, which is pitch black, and above the Black Sea is the North Island of Fuso. When he returned to Fusang North Island, it was already the last day of the cold moon of this year, and after tomorrow, he would disappear in this world for half a year, and the other one would be an evil king, and tomorrow he would grow a white hair to replace him in this world for half a year.

On the first day of the rainy month of the second year, the cool rain fell on the mountain forest of the White Horse Temple in Hanshan, raising a mist. Raindrops hit the stone steps that had fallen into disrepair, and green moss scrambled to spread from the gaps at the ends of the stone slabs to the middle under the spring rain. In front of the door of the White Horse Temple, the middle-aged wife looked at the stone steps in front of her and stopped for a moment, those overgrown stone steps, high and low, all the way down the mountain. On the stone steps at the bottom of the mountain, a white-haired Taoist in a white robe walked up step by step, and when the white-haired Taoist walked up to his middle-aged wife, the middle-aged wife wanted to call the Taoist a "high monk", but when she remembered the last words that the monk had confessed to her before leaving last month, she immediately closed her mouth again.

The white-haired Taoist asked his middle-aged wife coldly, "Last month, a monk who looked like me found you." The middle-aged wife replied timidly, "No." ”。

When the white-haired Taoist saw his middle-aged wife for the first time just now, he had already judged from the subtle changes in the expression on her face that she must have seen the good monk last year, and when she heard that the middle-aged wife had replied, the white-haired Taoist did not give her any chance to speak next time. Grabbing a fallen leaf from the air, flying towards the neck of the middle-aged wife at a speed beyond the wind, cutting her throat in an instant, the middle-aged wife fell to the ground instantly, and the blood flowed in front of the White Horse Temple, and the body of the middle-aged wife lay horizontally in front of the temple door, with a serene expression on her face, as if she had lost her breath in an instant.

Seven Words Summary:

The Chang'an Yellow Turban Army eats people, and a family of three avoids the scourge of war.

Chang'an escaped to Luoyang, and his father saved his son and froze to death.

Shangshanjun rescued the mother and son, and secretly took the baby boy as an apprentice,

Encounter a unicorn in the Lechuan River, and the evil king kills the child's mother.