"What is the future?"

The old voice sounded again, with a smile in it.

"The future is the future."

Jiang Qi replied.

"Keep going."

Jiang Qi asked, "How far is it?" ”

No one answered, and Jiang Qi didn't react, nodded, bypassed the pavilion and continued forward.

Further back, people gradually appeared, and Jiang Qi was not surprised, because it could be seen from just now that he was going down the mountain.

But it seems to be walking on flat ground, which is strange, but not strange at all.

Here, after all, it is a fantasy world.

That's right, the pure fantasy world is no longer suitable to be called the world of obsession.

Jiang Qi had an intuition in his heart that there was no obsession with Sun Simiao in this world, or rather, it was just a similar thought, not the carrier of an obsession.

He continued to move forward, walking in the crowd of activity, but the people here acted as if they didn't see him, what to do or what to do.

Jiang Qi tried to stand in front of a man who was carrying firewood, blocking his way, but the other party went straight through Jiang Qi.

Can it only be observed?

Jiang Qi thought silently.

He looked around, and gradually, he saw something very interesting.

It is a bazaar located at the foot of the mountain, and it seems that the concept of a by-product of tourism already existed at this time.

Jiang Qi's eyes fell on a bookstall owned by a young man selling some of his own calligraphy and paintings.

A rich lady dressed in silk came over with a maid, and their eyes made contact for a moment, but they immediately staggered.

The young lady pretended to rummage through the stalls, rolled up a painting, and then stood up and left.

The maid on the side turned out her small purse and threw down a silver horn, and then followed in the footsteps of her own young lady.

"Find money."

The scholar said, but the rich lady had drifted away and had not heard him at all.

He hesitated, but picked up the silver horn, carefully placed it in the basket, and then forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the back.

This scene is a microcosm of what Jiang Qi saw.

There are many more similar scenes.

The lame, severed arm, and staring man limped down the street, surrounded by reverent stares.

This is a soldier, the iron army of the Tang Dynasty.

Jiang Qi thought silently.

There are also beggars, stall owners, and people of all colors.

Scenes of life are happening in the bazaar in front of Jiang Qi.

"What do you see?"

Suddenly, the old voice sounded again, but this time it was not in the void in the dark, but in Jiang Qi's ears.

"Didn't see anything."

Jiang Qi naturally turned around and looked behind him.

There, there was an old man in sackcloth, who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair and beard, a little rich, and shining eyes, Jiang Qi saw indifference to life in it.

But deeper, there is a thrilling compassion.

"Jiang Qi, I've seen Miaoying Zhenren."

Jiang Qi bowed with a meticulous posture.

"It's good to call the old man and say Sun Simiao."

Sun Simiao said with a smile.

Then he waved his hand and asked, "Why didn't you see what you said?" ”

Jiang Qi replied: "Because this is life." ”

"Oh?"

Sun Simiao's expression revealed a desire to hear the details.

Jiang Qi looked around and said, "These are healthy lives, if everyone in the world is like this, Mr. Sun, you can forget about your medical skills." ”

When Sun Simiao heard this, a flash of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "Come with me." ”

"Yes."

Jiang Qi nodded respectfully and kept up with Sun Simiao's footsteps.

The two walked through the bazaar, but no one noticed the old and the young.

With Sun Simiao's footsteps stepping out of the market, everything behind him came to a standstill, like a freeze-frame movie.

"Everything here is my imagination, or rather, the scene I look forward to for a lifetime."

Sun Simiao glanced back and sighed: "You're right, there are lovers who are in the way of the door, soldiers who are disabled to defend their families and the country, small vendors who support their families, and beggars who live with the kindness of others. ”

"But at least, they're healthy."

Sun Simiao looked at Jiang Qi and asked again, "Do you think, is this enough?" ”

Jiang Qi did not answer this question, but asked rhetorically: "Do you think this era is healthy?" ”

Sun Simiao knew that he was talking about the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, but

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Throughout the ages, there has been no healthy era, no past, no present, and no future."

Jiang Qi met Sun Simiao's inquiring eyes and looked at the eagerness mixed in them.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"There was a strategist whose ingenuity surpassed that of an era, and who asked a brilliant founding emperor a question."

Sun Simiao's expression moved, waiting for Jiang Qi's next words.

Jiang Qi pointed at himself and continued: "How was my era? ”

The emperor replied: It is hoped that the world will be the same, but there is only a glimmer of light."

"Enough, enough."

Sun Simiao said again and again.

"A glimmer of light, how many people, how many eras, how many things that emperors can't ask for."

"We're lucky to be in an era where there's one person with one hand in the sky, and there's more than one."

Jiang Qi said.

"Is that so?"

Sun Simiao didn't ask in detail, just continued to move forward.

Jiang Qi followed him.

The two left the mountain all the way.

Jiang Qi looked back and asked, "Is this Zhongnan Mountain?" ”

"Yes."

Sun Simiao nodded and said with a smile: "How is Zhongnan Mountain in the future?" ”

Jiang Qi thought for a while and replied, "Go up the mountain and ask for a ticket." ”

"Huh? Hahahahaha! ”

Sun Simiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled happily.

"Good thing, good thing."

"Those guys who cherish themselves are close to the mountains and lock the view, thinking that they are in the mountains and are a head above the red dust, which is unreachable."

"It seems that there is indeed a glimmer of light in your time."

"If you want the world to be in harmony, the first thing to eliminate is the awe and fear of the gods and monsters."

"There are no gods in the world, only people!"

Sun Simiao said categorically.

"It's not like a Taoist priest can say it."

Jiang Qi said with a smile.

"Then I'll be vulgar."

Sun Simiao replied happily.

The two chatted as they walked forward.

Until a small teahouse, placed on the side of the road.

Sun Simiao beckoned Jiang Qi over, and as soon as he sat down, there were two more large bowls of tea in front of him.

"I believe you can also see it, Lao Tao has no obsession."

Hearing Sun Simiao's words, although Jiang Qi had already prepared, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

If there is no obsession, don't say why Sun Simiao left this thought.

If there is no obsession, it is likely that there will be no inheritance.

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"However, if you want the inheritance of the old way, it is not impossible."

Sun Simiao watched the change in the expression on Jiang Qi's face with interest, blinking playfully like an old child.

"Just do something for Lao Dao."

(End of chapter)