The wind blows through the world, the willows shake to both sides and ripple like waves, in June and July, the world is the most lively time, the city of Zhongzhou is still towering, the main city tower is especially so, like a quiet beast standing here, facing the world, a stubborn general is in this array.

The highest eaves are upturned, and there are statues on both sides, which are mocking the wind and pepper figures.

These two statues that had a friendship with Qi Wufu two years ago are still chatting in the world at this moment, talking about things like the sun rising and the moon setting, the flowers blooming in spring, the snow in winter, and the golden days in autumn.

Today's twilight, the sky is golden, and the mocking wind seems to be a little boring, yawns, and says to the world: "Ah, I didn't see that little Taoist priest today." ”

Jiao Tu retorted almost instinctively: "Little Taoist? ”“

"There are more little Taoists in this world!"

"There is a little Taoist priest on this mountain, there is also a little Taoist priest on that mountain, the little Taoist priest on this mountain has become an old Taoist priest after a few decades, and after the old Taoist priest goes down the mountain, he will pull a little Taoist priest up the mountain again, and then after a few decades, the little Taoist priest will become an old Taoist priest again."

"This new old Taoist priest will still take a little Taoist priest up the mountain, the little Taoist priest you said didn't come, which little Taoist priest is it?"

This tongue twister-like words seemed to be about to make the mocking wind dizzy, only to feel that the Venus in front of him was rising, so he circled around his braincase, one here is called the little Taoist, and the other side is called the old Taoist, the mocking wind himself hesitated, and subconsciously stammered:

"Huh? Of course it is, that, the little Taoist priest in the old Taoist priest's house, no, the little Taoist priest will become an old Taoist priest? ”

Jiaotu held back a smile and said:

"Yes, yes, the little Taoist is the old Taoist, the old Taoist will pull out a little Taoist, so that is to say, the little Taoist is the old Taoist, the old Taoist is the little Taoist, you want to ask me, is it a little Taoist, or an old Taoist? Is it the old Taoist priest of the future, or the little Taoist priest of the past? ”

The mocking wind was completely stunned:

"Huh? Yes? Is it an old Taoist priest, or a little Taoist priest? The old Taoist priest is the little Taoist priest? ”

"What I'm looking for is both an old Taoist priest and a little Taoist priest?!"

When he was dazed, he suddenly glimpsed Jiaotu over there with a grinning mouth, and immediately paused, and then a burst of anger rose up, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, are you fooling me?!" ”

"Jiao Tuling is here to find fault with me!"

Jiao Tuli is not straight, but his breath is very strong, and he said: "What is the fault?" Don't slander me, haven't you forgotten about that little Taoist priest before? It's the one from two years ago! ”

Mocking the wind for a moment, I remembered that I would often climb up before, sit on the tower of the Zhongzhou capital city with the eaves upturned, and talk to them while watching the sunset, the little Taoist priest waved his hand and left after the Zhongzhou catastrophe two years ago, and two years have passed since then, and I don't know how the little Taoist priest is now.

Jiaotu originally deliberately found fault, but after mentioning the little Taoist priest who would come to chat with them, thinking of the days at that time, he was also gloomy and sighed.

The two statues of their own spirituality sighed in unison.

Mocking Wind sighed, "I don't know if he's okay?" Have you become a real person? ”

Jiaotu sighed: "yes, I don't know if he's okay?" Have you become a real person? ”

There was silence.

The two dragon statues looked at each other in unison, and said angrily:

"Huh? You're learning from me again?! ”

", it's obvious that you're learning from me!"

Both Jiaotu and Jiaotu were furious and quarreled again, as if it had been every day and every year in the past.

And the wind blows through the world, blowing through the capital city of Zhongzhou, the rebuilt city can no longer see the traces left by the disaster two years ago, people are still living lively, the river that runs through the entire city is unhurried, flowing through the world's cities, and also flowing through that mountain.

The small hillside just happens to see the prosperity of the entire Zhongzhou capital city.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain.

There is an old Taoist priest and a small Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

The little Taoist priest said to the old Taoist priest in front of him seriously:

"Teacher."

"I want to go down."

The old Taoist priest who was snorting didn't catch his breath, and was almost choked to death by this apprentice's words.

The noodles almost choked out of their noses, and they coughed violently for a while, and then they gasped for breath, shook their hands and threw the garlic head, which was considered a taboo, into the sight of the statue of the ancestor of Sanqing Dao, and then said, "You say-"

"What?!!"

…………………

The little Taoist priest has a clear heart, no father and no mother, and was rescued when the old Taoist traveled down the mountain, whether his parents have died, or he is abandoned, this always represents his parents and relatives, and the fate has been exhausted.

Daomen is also a monk cultivator like Buddhism, but Daomen specializes in finding people who have weak affinity in their lives to be included in the door, and even if the old Taoist priest brought this little guy back, he liked his disciple very much, and almost felt that it was given to him by the heavens, and even the Dao name was mixed with some selfishness.

The disciples of Taoism cultivate their minds and take the name Mingxin, which shows that they are doted on and valued.

The old Taoist never expected that his disciple finally made a bowl of noodles for himself, and the second sentence was that this kid was going to run.

Lao Dao put the noodles next to him, put the chopsticks on the stand, let the two chopsticks live side by head, not the slightest, and then looked at the young Taoist in front of him, the little guy was very well-behaved, sitting there with low eyebrows, but the old Taoist priest who raised him knew that this kid had made up his mind that the nine cows could not be pulled back.

The old Taoist is not like a congenital Taoist now, more like an ordinary old man, when he heard that the child was going to go far away, he felt worried in his heart, afraid of any danger, almost instinctively wanted to keep the child by his side, and subconsciously objected:

"So, did something happen to you? Why do you say you want to go down the mountain? ”

"How old are you?"

He looked at the disciples who had swooped in the past two years, paused, looked away without changing his face, and said earnestly: "Think about it, Uncle Qi Wufu, at your age, you are also practicing in the mountains, and you have not gone out." ”

"Didn't you keep saying that you want to learn from your Uncle Qi?"

"Why haven't you changed so many years?"

In the past two years, the old Taoist priest has always used Qi Wufu, a child from someone else's family, to teach Mingxin.

Time-tested.

No matter how the calf nose in front of him is stubborn, if this trick is used, there must be no problem, honest and obedient.

Only this time it seems to be useless.

The little Taoist priest said clearly: "Fifteen years old. ”

After a pause, he added: "Uncle Qi came to our Zhongzhou, and when we settled down in the Yang Refining Temple, it was my age. ”

So the old Taoist priest was choked at once.

There was a pause, then slammed it on the table with a rattle.

The old Taoist priest knew in his heart that his disciples should go down the mountain to travel the world, so that they could grow, Taoist disciples, if they don't go to this world and nature, rest assured and indulge, how can they get the Tao?

At the moment, my heart was soft, and I had the idea of letting the little Taoist priest go down the mountain, but I still said hardly:

"What about getting older?"

"Can you compare to your Uncle Qi? There are many people in this world who are only Zhang and don't grow up with anything, some are fifteen or sixteen years old and know how to work hard, and some are still thinking about making money from their parents to gamble and play. ”

"But when he came to us, he was already a [Sancai Quan], and his body of Qi changed and changed, and he broke through directly after a month, becoming a real person of [Congenital Yiqi], a fifteen-year-old real person, how can you compare with him?"

The old Taoist priest gradually became a little more rational when he spoke, but the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

The little Taoist priest stretched out his hand, and a breath of air swirled on his body.

Although it is still very light, it is very real, not the kind of [Qi] that has been in harmony with one's own will, but it is also lively, mellow, and full of vitality, like the morning sun shining in the morning mist in the bamboo forest, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The little Taoist learned the tone of a certain uncle, his eyes were lowered, and he said lightly:

"All three."

"I've got ......"

Three-talented......

Fifteen-year-old Sancaiquan?

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but lose his mind, and saw the morning light faintly, falling on this young Taoist, light blue Taoist robe, wooden hairpin, clear eyebrows, and even more excited, just like the newborn sun full of infinite possibilities, his expression was peaceful and light, and it was the realm of Daomen's emptiness.

The old Taoist couldn't help but be in a trance.

What was I doing when I was fifteen?

I was lazy in the morning class every day, I wanted to sleep a little longer, and I quarreled with my brothers and sisters.

Looking forward to a gathering under the mountain in half a month, I called three or five friends and companions to go down the mountain together.

Spend some copper money, buy some scripts, buy some dried fruits, and then find an herbal tea shop, eat a big bowl of herbal tea for three cents and eat sesame cakes, after reading the book for a day, take advantage of the sunset to go up the mountain, deliberately detour, passing by the cowherd girl with two thick and black braids and a goose egg face.

Deliberately stepped on the footsteps crackling, singing the tune of the Taoist "Picking Lotus Seeds", if the girl could catch a glance and smile, she felt that the steps were much lighter, and she wanted to climb to the sky, even the mountain road, I didn't feel bitter and tired.

And now, the little Taoist priest who is only fifteen years old already has such a realm.

It is his talent is excellent, clear and clear as the road number; Or is it because when he was young and laid the foundation for shaping his heart, he had been with that Taoist named Qi Wufu for several months, and he was subtly influenced by it?

In any case, the fifteen-year-old Sancai Quan is enough to have a high probability of becoming a Dao Master between the ages of twenty and thirty, and there is a great possibility that he will be able to achieve a real person within one jiazi.

A real person......

That is the absolute genius of the world, can be free in the world for three to five hundred years, if you can get the chance, or receive the talisman, or cross the catastrophe yourself, you can fly into an immortal, go to the nine heavens, enjoy the purity and freedom.

Is there a real person in our vein?!

Patriarchs of the past generations, our vein is going to come out, it's going to be out!

The old Taoist couldn't help but think about it, but he was also faintly shocked by this little Taoist, only to feel that his disciple also had a three-point ethereal aura, at this time, but saw the little guy trying to raise his chin, his eyes were slightly constricted, as if the wind was light, but he couldn't stop glancing this way, a young Taoist who worked hard to learn from two years ago, and the whole ethereal and cold air.

The old Taoist was furious, gritted his teeth and said:

"Huh?! You calfnose, come to me and put it on? ”

"You're really an old rooster with feathers, come to me to pretend to be a phoenix! As a teacher, I will teach you to know what it means to respect teachers and why flowers are so red! ”

The old man grabbed the little guy and put it on his knee.

Picked up the bamboo board and gave the little Taoist priest who put it on his head a meal of fried shredded pork with bamboo slips, and just now the little Taoist priest who was still pretending to be light and cloudy was crying wolf for a while, and there were bursts of chickens and dogs jumping in this Taoist temple, and the big rooster raised two years ago flew to the corner of the wall, glanced at the Taoist temple, and his face was full of disdain.

Then he paced on it, coughing his throat and snorting.

It was night, the moonlight was clear, the stars were all over the sky, the old Taoist sat on the roof of the Lianyang Temple, looking at the world, the moonlight was pure, there were faint clouds and mist, the stars were scattered in all directions, the old Taoist rarely brought up a pot of wine to drink, and the little Taoist priest also quietly turned up, and the movement was very small, but it was still found by the old Taoist.

The old Taoist glanced at him, and said angrily: "The action is so familiar, I usually don't have to climb over the wall!" ”

"Little rabbit cub, don't go to the house for three days."

"Come here!"

Although he said it politely, the little Taoist priest knew very well that the teacher did not rise, so he scratched his head, climbed the eaves and flew down, and landed next to the old Taoist lightly, the old Taoist took a sip of wine, sullen for a while, and then said, "Why do you want to go out?" ”

The little Taoist priest pretended to be stupid and said: "If you want to go out, you just want to go out." ”

"What's the reason?"

The old Taoist glanced at him and said, "Tell the truth." ”

Mingxin scratched his head and said, "Half a year ago, when the New Year Festival had just passed, wasn't there a large piece of purple gas flying over from the sky?" Teacher, do you still have an impression? ”

The old Taoist remembered that he had only purchased New Year's goods at that time, and when he saw that the purple qi stretched for 30,000 miles, the momentum was very majestic, and the old Taoist said: "Of course I remember, your master and I are not old enough to not even remember what happened half a year ago, but so what?" ”

Mingxin said softly: "After that day, I had a dream, in the dream I saw the purple qi floating in the sky, covering the sky and the earth, I stretched out my hand in a trance, trying to grab this purple qi, and then my body suddenly floated up, the sky is so close to me, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the ground are so small. ”

"I dreamed that I was flying on top of the purple gas for a long, long time."

"Then I opened my eyes and saw the sunrise, a touch of purple gas."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin sat cross-legged on the eaves of the Taoist temple and said with a slight smile: "At that time, I suddenly felt that I wanted to go down the mountain to see, my road was not on the mountain. ”

The old Taoist was silent for a long time, just drank the wine one after another, and did not look back at the little Taoist, and the little Taoist priest did not ask, the old Taoist stretched out his hand and patted his hair, rubbed it, and said, "Then you can go down the mountain and see how it is outside." ”

"But remember, you are outside, you don't have any connections and background, you must be careful, encounter things, don't get on the head as soon as your head is hot, the outside is not as good as the inside of the city, you can make one step at a time, peace is precious, don't involve yourself, take care of yourself, you know......?"

The old Taoist suddenly became chattering, his wrinkled palm pulled the little Taoist priest and said for a long time, while drinking and instructing, he said everything again, the little Taoist priest would not feel impatient, just smiled gently and waited for the teacher to say these words, and listened carefully.

In the end, the old Taoist priest finished drinking, and finished speaking, drunk in a daze, and fell to the side, and the little Taoist priest carried the old Taoist priest to the bottom with his heart, just like more than ten years ago, when the old Taoist carried him up the mountain, the old man's arms were put together in front of him, and he breathed heavily drunk, accompanied by the moonlight and the sound of insects, accompanied by the sound of beating.

The old Taoist priest in the drunken dream muttered.

"I'm going to come back more often......"

The little Taoist paused in his heart: "Hmm." ”

He sent the old man back to his residence, and then sat cross-legged in this Taoist temple where he grew up and studied since he was a child, and the next day, the sound of the old rooster's crowing sounded three times, and the old Taoist woke up in a daze, and suddenly he was startled, and suddenly raised his head, and didn't care about anything else, so he put on his robe and ran out.

Push open the door with a bang, this time is still a little cold, the small refining yang view is swept away, and the old rooster is pacing in this yard.

The wind is beautiful and the morning sun is warm.

The old Taoist was stunned, and then he fell into a daze: "Are you still going down the mountain?" ”

At this time, a curious voice suddenly came: "Teacher? What happened to you? ”

"Breaking out at this time, aren't you afraid that you will have a stroke after drinking alcohol and blowing the wind?"

The old Taoist priest turned his head and saw Mingxin wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a bamboo basket and carrying a bamboo pole, obviously having the intention of parting.

The old man sighed, after all, he saw the last face before the disciple went down the mountain, the old man pressed the nostalgia of parting in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand and touched his hair, took a bag from his waist and handed it over, and said softly:

"Go, go."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin took this bag, ate breakfast with the teacher, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and played with the big three yellow chickens, and was pecked by the latter impatiently on the hairpin, then he giggled and got up, patted the Taoist robe, and turned around and went down the mountain step by step.

He walked through the familiar street, walked through the long river, walked past the big tree next to the nine-eyed bridge, and saw the chessboard under the tree.

I saw a one-armed man selling sesame cakes on one side, talking to his wife and daughter with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his arms, walked through the red dust step by step, and when he walked out of the city gate, he heard the two statues on the city gate tower, with the eaves upturned, shouting at him: "Little Taoist, little Taoist, are you going to the world too?" ”

"Little Taoist, little Taoist, do you want to become a real person too?"

The little Taoist thought about it, didn't know, waved his hand, and smiled brightly:

"I'm going to take a look, and I don't know if I want to be a real person, so I want to see it."

"Let's go to the capital first!"

People couldn't hear the words of the two statues, and they all looked at the little boy curiously.

The young Taoist turned around and took out the bag, which was a little old, it was given to him by the teacher when he was just taken up the mountain, and it had not been opened for more than ten years, and it was written with words of blessing and the Taoist [Taoist name].

Taoism divides the name of the road and the name of the road, the name of the road is external, and the name of the road is very solemn.

The paper inside is a little yellowed.

The word Mingxin is actually very biased by the old Taoist.

The little Taoist priest saw the two prayers in his heart, and whispered:

"Seek oneness with a clear heart."

"Rejoice in the Word."

With a young smile on his face, he put away this bag, put it close to his heart, and then walked on Yangguan Avenue, which was the youngest age, there was no haze in his heart, and the red dust in the world in front of him was opened, his steps were brisk, and he sang:

"Baiyun Yellow Crane Dao family, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea."

"The feather coat is often smoky, and it does not stain the peach and plum flowers in the world."

"The world laughs haha, why do you travel all over the world."

"In the end, I will suffer all the ways and correct the Tao, and I will not stain the peach and plum flowers in the world."

The laughter is light and happy, but also with the immaturity of the young man, people are curious to look at this little Taoist, can't help laughing, the two statues on the city muttered something, the mountain refining the sun view, the old Taoist looked at the little figure from afar, sad and joyful in his eyes.

The red dust is as old as ever, and the little figure is finally drifting away and disappearing.

Behind the lights of thousands of homes, the smoke is as old as ever.

Mingxin, born in the concept of refining yang, is fifteen years old and three talents, dreaming of purple qi and traveling the world.

Later, Lou Guan Dao [Patriarch].

History said——

Hi real people.

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