In recent years, the imperial court has become more and more strict about the "slaughter of cultivated cattle without permission", and beef is becoming more and more difficult to buy in other places, and the price is becoming more and more expensive, but Ling Bo is not affected at all.

Instead of visiting the family who had helped carry the letter, the Taoist found an inn in the city and stayed overnight.

I ate beef that night, and I enjoyed it.

Limbo's beef is still so good.

Just walking in the streets and alleys of this small city, I thought that I was just a hurried stroll, thirteen years, the memory has long been blurred, but unexpectedly the memory is blurred, but in the past thirteen years, this small city has almost not changed at all, once on the street, the memory of the year immediately surged.

The Taoists at that time were naturally different from today.

At that time, the three flower girls were also different from now.

Back in the inn room, the Taoist took out the horn comb and combed his hair haphazardly, and the self and memories of the past still kept coming up, as if a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was not long ago.

It seems that not long ago, the Taoist came here with the jujube red horse and the three-flower cat, the road is really unfamiliar, after several inquiries at dusk, this went to the dry jujube lane, found the merchant named Chen Han, and was left as a guest by the crying after handing over the letter, but the sky was just dark, and there was the sound of horses' hooves outside.

It was a woman, masked with cloth, tall and tall, with a small yellow-maned southwestern horse, and a long knife with a wooden handle and a wooden sheath, who also came to deliver the letter.

The streets I walked through during the day were the ones I walked with my deceased people at that time.

At that time, I still seem to remember the days of chatting.

Dry Jujube Lane has not changed much.

Under the old tree at the entrance of the alley, there are still people talking about the ancient times at dusk, and there are still children lying on the trees listening, but the people who listen to the story have changed.

Even the horn comb in my hand was bought in this small city back then, and in the thirteen years since, it has not been broken or lost, and it has been used until now, and it is almost the same as when I first bought it.

The most amazing part is here.

This small city has hardly changed, and the Taoist feels that he has not changed very much, but suddenly, it has been thirteen years ago.

It was like it had been stolen.

Early the next morning.

The Taoist still bought two catties of beef on the road, left Lingbo County, walked along the official road by the river, and soon entered the temple.

The temple is not big, and the temple of Wang Shangong next to Jinyang Road is almost the same, and the second temple of Sanhua Niangniang is not much the same, there is a stone statue in it, it can be vaguely recognized as a Taoist, but it is not allowed to carve according to the oral image, when carving, there are more decorations according to the appearance of the gods imagined by people, and some places of the clothes are painted in color, when the Taoist stands in front of the stone statue, the two can hardly recognize each other is themselves.

Behind the statue is a horse, which has been carved down to the size of a donkey, and a squatting cat at its feet, which is not carved in a way that is not expressive, but can only be seen to be a small animal that is not knee-high.

The Taoist stood in front of the stone statue and looked at the stone statue.

The girl also stood in front of the cat statue, poked her head out, and observed the cat statue without blinking.

"Is this our meow?"

"It should be."

Song You remembered that when he first left Xuzhou, arrived in Pingzhou, and practiced at night in the Jingdao Lake under Genting Mountain, the first wisp of incense and wishing power that floated came from here.

"Not at all." The girl raised her head, "It's not like Sanhua Niangniang at all." ”

"I'm not like that."

"You're even less like!"

"Really?"

The Taoist looked down at her: "Then ask Sanhua Niangniang to tell me, is this a cat or a dog?" ”

“……”

The girl looked up and stared at him.

After staring at it for a moment, he turned around and went out.

Someone seemed to be coming outside, and there was a voice.

The Taoist ignored it, and took out three sticks of incense, intending to put a stick of incense on himself himself.

While no one approaches, shake a stick stick.

“……”

Smoke naturally rises from the top of the incense sticks.

The Taoist had a smile on his face, but he was not perfunctory at all, and he held the incense and bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted it into the stone furnace.

The incense sticks float up leisurely.

"Interesting......

The Taoist looked at him for a moment, then turned around and went out.

Outside the door came a family of three, with incense and candles, walking and chatting, their own children wearing three-color clothes, standing under the tree outside the door, standing on tiptoe, raising their left hand, picking leaves on the tree.

The Taoist was about to leave directly, but just two steps away, he saw that his boy kept tiptoeing to pick leaves, and he could pick them, but he didn't move, and turned his head to stare at the three people.

"I originally thought that the story told by the Taoist priest was false, but I didn't expect that when I left the next day, I followed you Weng Weng out of the house, met the Taoist priest, and greeted him, it was the three-flower cat brought by the Taoist priest, and he actually spoke, I knew that the Taoist priest was telling the truth, and the cat god was the cat beside him." The cloth-clothed young man said, "And do you know who that Taoist priest is?" ”

"Who is it?"

"It's in this temple......"

"Huh?"

"Now you know why our family bought a boat and came to worship the gods here first, right?"

"You've seen the gods!"

"yes......"

"Daddy, how old were you then?"

"Older than you are now, seven or eight years old."

Several people walked towards the temple as they spoke.

Sanhua Niangniang turned her head to follow their movements, watching them closely, and the family of three naturally saw the girl under the tree, as well as the Taoist who was about to leave next to her, especially the girl who stared at them without blinking, and naturally couldn't help but cast her gaze at her.

The Taoist took a bamboo cane and walked onto the official road.

The girl finally plucked the leaves and followed.

"That little doll stared at us......"

"Leave people alone."

The young man waved his hand, and felt strange, but he had just walked into the temple, took out the incense, and was about to pay homage, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but walk out of the temple and look at the Taoist who was gradually moving away.

For a moment, it just felt very familiar.

……

"Sanhua Niangniang looks at that person as if she is a little familiar, but she doesn't seem to know it." The girl took the leaves and rubbed them in her hands, rubbing them "as if she remembered, but as if she didn't remember." ”

"Maybe it's an old man."

"Why have they all grown so big, but Sanhua Niangniang has only grown so little?" The girl looked at the Taoist suspiciously, feeling that things were not simple.

"Maybe it's because they live a short life, and they won't be old in many years, so they naturally have to grow up quickly, otherwise it's too late." Song You opened his mouth and came, "And Sanhua Niangniang's cultivation is profound, at least at least a few hundred years of life, so naturally there is no need to rush to grow up." ”

"But you used to say that after a monster becomes a human, if you want to grow up, you have to wait for your heart to grow up, and how big your heart is, how big it is to become a human."

"Sanhua Niangniang has a great memory."

"Why hasn't Sanhua Niangniang's heart grown yet?"

"Naturally, Sanhua Niangniang has a pure heart."

"What is this?"

"I just thought so."

"Is Sanhua Niangniang stupid?"

"No, on the contrary, it's rare." Song You's expression was solemn, and as he walked, he looked at her sideways, "Many people and monsters will envy such a Sanhua Niangniang, well, it will also include Sanhua Niangniang herself many years later." So don't change it lightly. ”

"I don't understand~"

"When will I lie to Sanhua Niangniang?"

"yes......"

The bells on the horse's neck jingled, echoing in the mountains and rivers, and the mountain road was winding, and the group walked farther and farther.

Listening to the sound of the bell, looking at the familiar winding mountain road, looking at the lumps of mountains beside the road, reflecting the green river of the mountains, and the picturesque scenery, the Taoist sometimes has a sense of trance, and always feels that there may be a burst of bells and horse hooves behind him at any time.

It's just that when I came back to my senses, I was still the only one on the road.

All the way to Anqing, the mountains are heavy and the water is bent, and the fog on the river and the mountains does not disperse in the afternoon.

encountered three mountain bandits, and today's thieves are less particular than back then, and they rely on the protection of Sanhua Niangniang to pass safely. I met several waves of business travelers, talked with them, and listened to them tell the story of the Liujiang Conference in Anqing, the more prosperous Yanxian Temple, and the story of the Lingbo shepherd boy and the fairy.

This time it seems to be going faster than the last one.

At dusk, they were outside the city.

Song You did not enter the city first, but went to the Taoist temple outside the city first.

The Taoist temple is still closed, and there is a banner on the top of the mountain gate, and the gilded handwriting is walking the dragon and snake:

Go to Jiaoguan.

Look at the left and right sides of the mountain gate:

Heaven and earth are selfless, and they are naturally blessed for good;

The sages are taught, and self-cultivation can be a family.

It doesn't seem to have changed.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The Taoist raised his hand and knocked on the mountain gate.

Not long after, footsteps could be heard inside.

"Squeak......

The mountain gate suddenly opened.

There was a young Taoist boy inside, younger than the one who opened the door many years ago, looking at Song You strangely, maybe because he didn't meet the Liujiang Conference at this time, there were not so many people from the rivers and lakes who came to disturb him, maybe he changed the Taoist boy and changed his temperament, but the Taoist boy didn't give a cold face, but asked:

"Where did the Taoist come from? Who to look for? ”

"Under the surname Song Mingyou, Yizhou Fulongguan Taoist, came to visit the deceased." Song You said, "I don't know if Daoist Qingyangzi is still there?" ”

"Master? The ancestor has long since gone to the immortal......"

“……”

The Taoist pursed his lips, and after encountering a lot, he was not much surprised except for the nostalgia, but just asked, "When is it?" ”

"It's been years, and I don't even remember."

"Years ......"

Even if it's not far from his own old way.

The Taoist shook his head and smiled, and said to him, "Since this is the case, we won't bother, let's take our leave." ”

"Wait......"

Dao Tong's eyes widened, but he refused to let them go.

Since you know your own ancestor and come to the door again, you are a guest, whether you are a cultivator or an ordinary person, the guest goes to the door, even if the ancestor goes, where is the reason for the guest to leave?

So he graciously retained it and invited him into the mountain gate.

Fortunately, there are old people in the view-

It was the personal apprentice of Qingyangzi back then, the Taoist boy who opened the door for Song You, who was a teenager at the beginning, and now he is thirty, and he has become the new master of Taoism.

(End of chapter)