On a winter morning, the air is cold and clear.

The Taoist carried a blanket on his shoulder, tore it open, and said to the cat on the table: "Sanhua Niangniang, please come in, go to this small city, maybe you can meet the old man." ”

"Where's the swallow?"

"The swallow went to the mountains to visit the mountain god for me."

"Visit the mountain god!"

"We came from afar, so naturally we had to inform the mountain god before we came to the door, so as not to be presumptuous."

"Cat girl!"

"Come in."

"Okay!"

The cat jumped up, turned into a flower shadow, and entered the blanket torn by the Taoist.

Then he poked his head out of the coat.

The Taoist opened the door and walked down.

Halfway up the stairs, I reached out and patted the blanket.

"Hmm......"

The cat had no choice but to retract its head again.

The Jingfu Inn in the morning is much more lively than in the evening, there are many people sitting in the lobby eating, certainly not all the guests of the inn, most of them just come to eat, nine times out of ten they eat soup cakes, while eating whispering about things, or commenting on the taste of soup cakes in the store, or discussing the rebellion in the east again, and the increasingly heavy taxes of the imperial court.

The streets outside are also full of people.

"Mr. got up so early, it's just dawn!" The shopkeeper happened to shuttle between the lobbies, and when he saw the Taoist, he greeted him with a smile, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Let's go out for a spin first, and then eat when we come back."

"It's fine. It's the busiest time in town. The shopkeeper smiled, "We have a small place, there are not many people, and it won't be lively for long, and when the sun is a little higher, everyone will disperse." ”

"Yes......"

The Taoist walked out of the inn with a bulging blanket on his shoulder.

"Boom ......"

There was a faint murmur overhead.

Many passers-by were startled and looked up.

"Oh yes......"

"Why is it still thundering in winter?"

"It's not cloudy either."

"Strange thing!"

"Weird!"

The Taoist also raised his head and stared at the sky.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward with his cane, slowly, without hurry.

The bluestone pavement, still uneven, the most conspicuous pits are sunken on the left and right sides of the street, parallel to the eaves of the buildings and shops on both sides, it is a small pit washed out by the rain over the years, in addition, there are many large and small unevenness on the road, I don't know whether it is the rain washed out, or the pedestrians and horseshoe stepped out, are the traces of the years of abrasion.

The cat's head came out again.

First he raised his head and looked at the sky curiously, and then lowered his head to look at the familiar streets.

In a trance, it was as if I saw a girl in a tricolor dress walking backwards, and on this road, she fell down.

"Boom ......"

After brushing it, the cat looked at the sky again.

The footsteps of the Taoist did not stop.

The bamboo cane in his hand touched the stone slab of the street, making a slight sound, and the cat in it swayed as he walked, and his eyes were like glass like a lake, reflecting the clouds in the sky.

It wasn't until the Taoist walked into a relatively quiet alley and the sound of the bustling city quickly faded away that she spoke:

"It's thundering in the sky!"

"Leave it alone."

"It's not thunder!"

"How does Sanhua Niangniang know?"

"There is no thunder in winter, and no thunder on sunny days." "And it feels weird, a little scared." ”

"Sanhua Niangniang's wisdom is outstanding."

"Did you say that meow? So what is it? ”

"It's a good thing."

"A good thing?"

Without waiting for the Taoist to answer, there was another rumbling sound in the sky.

The low and deafening sound like a chariot rolling by.

There is a momentum brewing between heaven and earth, as if it is some kind of coercion, ordinary people can't feel it, they only feel that the thunder is strange in the clear winter, but if it is an otherworldly person, they will feel frightened and oppressed, if it is a fairy and ghost earth god monk with a keen sense, or if they have done evil, they may even feel breathless.

That's barely a good thing—

Now that the five paths to heaven have been reorganized, Song You's legitimate reasons have been completed, but the god of virtue and the resistance from heaven are still half, and Song You is planning to depose them.

If you want to depose the gods, you have to pick a time to go to the palace to watch, you have to bother to say anything, and you have to get the consent of the human court before you can provoke them, or you can go to the door in person and fight with these gods, which is always a troublesome matter.

Now that they are the first to attack and take the initiative to find them, they have saved the trouble ahead.

There are also bad places -

The Four Saints of the Quartet and the Heavenly Palace Heavenly Emperor took the initiative to attack, the purpose was to take the lead, and they did take advantage of it.

As for the rolling thunder in the sky, it is also thunder to say that it is thunder, and it is not to say that it is not. It is not only the war book of the four saints of the Quartet for the Taoist, urging him to hurry up and respond to the battle, which is regarded as the etiquette and ethics of the gods, after all, the hinterland of Dayan is full of villages and farmers, and there is a county town in dozens of miles, the gods do not seek good for the people, and they are no longer worthy of being gods.

The Taoist ignored it and continued walking.

Passing through the silent alley, the other end of the alley became lively again, and the voices of people came back to their ears.

It's just that this street is not the main street in the city, there are not so many small merchants and vendors, and it is relatively quieter.

The Taoist just wandered around slowly.

Until it was close to noon.

The Taoist walked to a familiar street.

At this time, there were fewer people on the road, most of the people outside the city had already left the city and returned home, and the people in the city were also busy with lunch.

"Plop Plop ......"

There was a swallow flying in the sky.

The swallow, which should not have appeared in this season, stayed on the eaves of the street side, looked down at the Taoist, looked left and right, and whispered: "Sir, the mountain god invites you to go to the mountains to catch up on the past." ”

"Got it."

The Taoist smiled with satisfaction.

"It's set in three days."

"Got it."

The Taoist is looking ahead.

The swallow has a wide field of vision, although he didn't turn his head, he also noticed some movement in front of him, so he immediately closed his mouth, motionless, learning from Sanhua Niangniang, pretending to be a fake bird.

Occasionally, there was thunder from the sky, and he raised his head slightly and glanced up at the sky.

Unlike Sanhua Niangniang, he naturally knew what the thunder meant, and he also knew what would happen next, and even knew what gods and spirits were in the lower realm of the Heavenly Palace, and why Mr. asked him to visit the mountain gods.

On the one hand, the reason is that he is an innate god, and he is extremely powerful, and he is not the same path as the Tiangong incense god, and he is naturally easy to be feared by the gods of the heavenly palace, on the other hand, he is short-tempered and refuses to bend his head. This was the case dozens of hundreds of years ago, and in the last ten years, after the Northern Demon Rebellion was quelled, before Mr. began to reorganize the path to heaven, the Heavenly Palace also had the idea of suppressing the Nether.

The god of Pingzhou Mountain is an innate god, and in his hundreds of miles of barren mountains, he is not worse than the Huoyang Divine Monarch, and the hundreds of miles of barren mountains in Pingzhou are also an excellent battlefield.

At this time, the coercion of the heavens had already been revealed, and it was impossible for the mountain god of Pingzhou not to know what this meant, but still sent out an invitation to let Mr. enter his dojo, which in itself showed that he also realized that this was an excellent opportunity for both him and his husband.

Swallow thought so, and her heart was heavy.

Then he withdrew his gaze from the sky and lowered his head.

But I couldn't help but be stunned.

What is the gentleman doing at this time?

I saw the gentleman standing still, motionless, looking ahead.

At the end of the street, there was a child of four or five years old, wrapped like a ball, with dirty black and gray clothes, holding a rope in his hand, and at the end of the rope was connected to a delicate copper dove cart, and the child pulled the rope and the golden dove cart on the ground, running twice from time to time, laughing, and not forgetting to look back, as if he were really walking a bird.

After a while, someone came behind him.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a winter coat and a long robe, and he was also smiling, and he grabbed the child's hand and led it back, and the thunder in the sky could not frighten them, nor could it frighten the Taoist.

It's a really good picture.

The Taoist looked at it intently and couldn't help but smile.

There is a small flag next to it, with the words "Lijia Buzhuang" written on it, and the aroma of food faintly comes from the courtyard.

"That person is so familiar."

The three-flowered cat in the waist jacket whispered.

"yes......"

"Aren't you hungry, Taoist?"

"Then let's go back."

"Okay!"

Only then did the Taoist turn around and walk towards the inn.

"Plop Plop ......"

The swallow followed.

About a quarter of an hour later.

There is an alley not far from the inn, and there are mostly some small houses in the alley, a few with open doors, many clay pots, containing different pickles, and a few people on the side of the road.

The Taoist slowed down and stopped in front of a slightly older woman.

"Stall owner, how do you sell pickles?"

“……”

The woman looked up slightly and stared at him for a moment.

There was a surprise in his eyes at first, and then he showed a look of recollection, which gradually turned into shock, and he looked the Taoist up and down.

"You ......"

"Long time no see."

The Daoist's tone was very gentle.

"I can't imagine that I will be able to say goodbye to my husband!"

"How have you been doing all these years?"

"Thanks to sir, I'm much more comfortable."

"After saying goodbye that year, I never forgot the pickled cauliflower I had eaten, and I accidentally learned that I could have the opportunity to taste it again, so I came to visit the old man." The Taoist didn't say anything else, but just took out a small money bag from his blanket, "I'm willing to buy some." ”

Almost at the same time, the cat poked its head out of its blanket and stared at the woman in front of her.

"It's just some pickles, the Tao is longer than our kindness, how can we collect money?" The woman shook her head and said, "It's just that there are no cauliflower in this season, so let's ask the Taoist chief to taste the more famous sour bamboo shoots in Nanhua." ”

"You're kind to us."

"Don't ......"

"Just pack less."

“……”

The woman did not speak again, but took out a bamboo tube and filled it with him.

The Taoist respectfully thanked him, and then left.

Neither side mentioned the events of the year, everything was silent, and the words of gratitude and thanks were also in the tacit understanding.

When I returned to the inn, I asked for two bowls of soup cakes for two days in the room.

The soup cake was quickly brought into the house.

The Taoist also took out the sour bamboo shoots.

The soup cake is still divided into two portions.

The sour bamboo shoots are cut into long strips, with a little soup, the smell is slightly strange, but it is very crisp in the mouth, the taste is slightly sour, and it should be a perfect match for porridge.

Although I didn't eat the pickled cauliflower that I thought about, the craftsmanship of the masters in the nunnery did not ebb back then, and the taste of this sour bamboo shoot was no less than that of cauliflower.

The Taoist smiled again.

Seems to be enjoying it excess.

As for the faint sound of thunder from the sky, the meaning behind the thunder has only become an insignificant matter, only enjoying the moment, rejoicing in simple and small things.

The swallow watched from the side, and suddenly thought of a sentence-

I have known the world, and I still pity the grass and trees.

……

In ancient times, when cultivation was at its peak, the dangers of the great powers to the world were not forgotten by the world, so in this era, it is difficult to cultivate to the realm of the ancient powers.

Now that several great powers are in the lower realm at the same time, it naturally triggers the vision of heaven and earth.

Such visions are mostly gathered in the sky above the southern paintings, but in fact, they have a wide impact on the human world, and if they are keenly sensitive, even if they are thousands of miles away, they can also perceive it.

It's like last year's Four Seasons bells.

The bells of the four seasons are known to the world.

It's not much the same today.

The ancient power is in the lower realm at the same time, and the heavens and the earth are intolerable, how can there be cultivators, goblins and ghosts in the world who are not aware of it?

……

Langzhou is thousands of miles away.

After the death of the "Sea Dragon King", the life of the two white rhino demons became better and better.

Although the overseas spirit is not as good as that of China, and overseas is also a wild place, which is not suitable for the life of the white rhino family, and psychologically it is also nostalgic for the homeland of China, but the beliefs of fishermen and maritime merchants can also make up for some of it.

It's just that in the past few years, they have often remembered what the Taoist said-

If you feel that the world in Shenzhou has changed suddenly, you can go back to help him, if you don't want to, you can wait for some time, and quietly go back to Dayan to investigate, if there is a big change in the Heavenly Palace, you can come back.

Until last year, a bell rang, and heaven and earth knew it.

The two white rhinos had dreamed of the believers in Langzhou and Yangzhou, asked them to check, and also quietly dived back to the inner water, to find out the reason, and probably knew what was going on, and wanted to go to help, but found that the immortal master had already won the battle with the ancient gods of Tianzhong, so he gave up.

Although the immortal master did not directly ask for help back then, he owed a lot of favors to others, and there was a hope of returning to Shenzhou, and the two white rhino demons were still anxious.

Until now, I can hear the thunder in the distance.

“……”

The two white rhino demons glanced at each other, and without hesitation, dived into the water, reversed from the sea into the Yin River, and then went up from the Yin River.

……

Outside the city of Changjing, on the Beiqin Mountain.

The mountains had just frosted, the lake was smoking, the old man sat by the lake and fished quietly, and thunder came from afar, but it did not alarm him, but it was only after a long time that he slowly retracted the rod and stood up, looking south.

That's the direction of Pingzhou.

"Alas......"

More than 200 years ago, he followed the people of Fuyang Dao to suppress the gods and demons, but he didn't expect that after so long, he still had to move.

Before I knew it, it was already an old bone.

I had to let out a long sigh.

"Boom ......"

There was a loud bang.

As soon as it appeared, it quickly passed through the mountains, avoiding towns and villages, and went straight south along the barren mountains.

Everything that stands in its way is easily swept away.

If there are woodcutter spirits in the mountains who happen to see them, they are all without exception, and they are extremely shocked.

(End of chapter)