Yang Xiaoyang came to the thatched hut of Chongxiao Zhenren, and saw that the real person was stopping in the courtyard to look at the sky, ignoring Yang Xiaoyang's arrival.

Yang Xiaoyang just heard that Chongxiao Zhenren is a person who is desperate and abandons desire, and he hasn't said a word to Chongxiao Zhenren in two years, so he doesn't know what the road is, so he stood aside and looked up at the sky with Zhenren.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, there are not many birds, and the wind is not strong.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at it for a while and didn't know what the real person was looking at, so he could only stubbornly say: "Real person, I want to go down the mountain to chant for an old man who has passed away." ”

Yang Xiaoyang thought that Chongxiao Zhenren would ignore him, but who knew that the real person glanced at him, turned his hand and a wooden fish appeared in his palm, and handed it to Yang Xiaoyang.

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, took the wooden fish, only to feel that it was cold in his hand, and then bowed and retired.

Chongxiao Zhenren looked up at the sky again, but muttered in his mouth: "Master and nephew......"

Yang Xiaoyang walked into the Wang family under the leadership of the middle-aged man, and it was a not very big house. When he came to the mourning hall and looked at the hanging white cloth, Yang Xiaoyang complained a little that he didn't make such a mourning hall for his mother and Uncle Xu.

However, according to his mother, people in southern Xinjiang can be buried in the mountains and forests at will, and they can't even enter the ground, and Yang Xiaoyang suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen his mother and Uncle Xu for some time.

Yang Xiaoyang took out the wooden fish and put it on the ground, knelt in front of the coffin, took a breath, and began to knock on the wooden fish to recite the Tao Te Ching, which is the only scripture that Yang Xiaoyang has read and can memorize.

The mourning hall sounded the sound of wooden fish, as well as the sound of chanting over and over again, which was not ethereal, but it made people feel inexplicably calm.

Unconsciously, many people came to the mourning hall, just looking at the coffin quietly, no one was crying, probably seeing the smiling face of the old man.

Unconsciously on the fifth watch, Yang Xiaoyang knocked on the wooden fish and recited the scriptures over and over again, recalling his past life, thinking of happy things and not laughing, and not feeling too sad when he thought of sad things.

Reminiscing and reminiscing, without feeling the passage of time at all.

When he came back to his senses, he found that only Wang De's eldest son was dozing off in the mourning hall, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he may have dreamed of Wang De telling him a story.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at the coffin and felt that the old man who longed for something new in Zhongnan would definitely be able to have a good birth in the next life, and he must still be a scholar.

Yang Xiaoyang put the box aside on his back, patted it gently, and left quietly without alarming anyone.

Early the next morning, Wang De's eldest son came to the mountain gate, gave Yang Xiaoyang a basket of fresh vegetables, and hurried down the mountain.

Vegetables are Zhongnan's reward for doing things, in fact, Yang Xiaoyang still wanted to stop him and ask for a few catties of mutton, but he thought that he had only recited the Tao Te Ching a few times to others, so he was embarrassed to ask for it, and he was afraid of ruining Zhongnan's reputation.

Yang Xiaoyang picked up the box of vegetables and walked up the mountain, feeling that he didn't need to go down the mountain to buy today's lunch, and the fresh vegetables and the leftover chicken he ate yesterday could also make a pot of good food.

Before leaving, Yang Xiaoyang did not forget to leave a line on the ground: If you have something to do, go up the mountain to find a second thatched house.

On this day, a young man and an old man came to Nanshui Town, the old man asked the passers-by for directions, and came to the side of the son with his back and said softly: "Third son, I have asked, someone in the south of China has built a mountain road, and walked up along the stone steps, and when you reach a place with a pillar, you can see the Taoist priest who entertains guests." ”

Although the boy is dressed plainly, the material is excellent, and he can feel a romantic spirit without holding a fan in his hand, and the sword on his waist also shows a kind of chivalrous spirit.

The eyebrows are very thick, they are sword eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, but the corners of the mouth are always smiling, and it does not make people feel mean.

The boy listened to the old man's words, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "How long is this mountain road?"

The old man was wearing a cloth coat and a hunchback, which made people feel like they were walking down the ninth path at a glance.

He replied with a smile: "Walk up a thousand steps to reach the mountain gate." ”

"Well, since there are only 1,000 steps, then don't worry, let's find a tavern to rest first. ”

"Childe, we're almost done with this plate on the road, and we can't go to the tavern. ”

Childe gritted his teeth, quietly hammered his legs, which were a little weak, and said, "Go up the mountain." ”

The two finally came to the mountain gate, the son really couldn't hold it and sat on the ground, the old man squatted down and gave the water bladder to the son, and said: "Third son, I haven't seen a Taoist priest at this mountain gate." ”

Childe rolled his eyes, he really didn't have the strength to think about it, "Find someone to ask." ”

There are a few people at the mountain gate enjoying the scenery, all of them are from Nanshui Town, and the old man stepped forward to find someone and asked: "Dare to ask Brother Tai, where is the Taoist priest who entertains guests in Zhongnan?"

Although the old man's clothes are a little old, his attitude is sincere, so that it will not be annoying, and most of the people in Nanshui Town are kind-hearted, the man held back a smile, but he did not mean to laugh, pointed to the place where the son was sitting and said, "That son knows." ”

The old man scratched his head, arched his hand, and returned to Childe's side to relay the words to Childe. The boy was a little puzzled when he heard it, how did he know?

got up and was about to ask again, but was grabbed by the old man.

The old man somewhat understood why the man before was holding back a smile, because there were lines of small letters where the son was sitting.

When the boy saw it, he was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "Oh, I understand that the road can not only be under my feet, but also under my ass." ”

He arched his hand towards the man who had answered before and continued to walk up, as if he had regained his strength after sitting for a moment.

It's just that the two of them walked up for a while, and the boy saw that there was no one around and sat down again, and asked the old man on the side: "Old Chen, how many steps have we walked?"

"Third son, I haven't counted the old man. ”

"You've been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so long, and you haven't had the ability to forget it?"

"Third son, you are still Li Xiang's son, don't you also practice martial arts?"

Li Congwen was speechless by Lao Chen's words, and continued to walk with a sullen saliva. The two of them stopped and walked until noon, and they were already hungry, and finally came to the end and saw a thatched hut. The two continued to walk according to the words on the ground, and finally found a second thatched hut.

Li Congwen straightened his clothes and asked Lao Chen to knock on the door.

The hunchbacked old Chen knocked on the door three times and asked if there was anyone.

After a while, the door opened, and Li Congwen was just about to ask questions, when he suddenly smelled the smell of food, and the words became "Can you give you food?"

Yang Xiaoyang was also looking at the two of them, and when he saw the boy, he said badly, and thought that he was here to ask for the Fa, but according to what he said, he was actually here to ask for food?

However, Yang Xiaoyang felt that as long as it was not a law-seeking, it would be fine, and welcomed the two in.

Quietly glanced at the sword on the waist of the son, and felt that the two of them should not have come to kill him, but the boy did not look like a killer.

As soon as Li Congwen entered the room, he went to the dinner table, and consciously took an empty bowl on the table to serve a bowl of rice for himself, found that there were not many chopsticks, and asked: "Alas, I said little Taoist, how can you put two bowls but only one pair of chopsticks?"

Of course, the bowl with more is for Xiao Di, but Xiao Di has no hands, and Yang Xiaoyang feeds them, so he prepared a pair of chopsticks.

But Yang Xiaoyang couldn't say that, and was thinking about how to explain, but fortunately, the boy exclaimed again: "Ouch, you stinky Taoist priest actually eats meat, I will tell your master to go." ”

Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly explained: "I'm not a Taoist priest of the Zhongnan lineage, I just practice in the mountains, and I can only be regarded as a layman and can eat meat." ”

Afraid that the boy would continue to ask about the chopsticks, he hurriedly took an axe and went to the yard to make two pairs of chopsticks from the firewood he had chopped, washed them and handed them to the two, and took a wider wood to make a bowl, washed it and handed it to the old man.

The three of them sat down, and Li Congwen did not dislike the rough chopsticks he had just made, but was amazed at Yang Xiaoyang's ability, which made Yang Xiaoyang sigh softly.

Li Congwen wiped out half of the meat in the pot, but didn't eat a few bites of vegetables, finished the meal, wiped his mouth and began to look at the furnishings in the house.

However, he found that there was nothing in the house except for a box, and he was a little embarrassed to think that he had just eaten someone's food, so he took the initiative to get close to the Taoist priest, "Layman, what do you have in that box?"

Yang Xiaoyang almost squirted out the rice in his mouth, and wanted to point to the head of the boy and ask what is the matter with you, eat my food and ask this and that, what about cutting it? It can be seen that Li Congwen's ability has not arrived at home.

Yang Xiaoyang tried to pretend to be casual and said, "Nothing, some Taoist scriptures." ”

Li Congwen's face should have been like this, "Well, I should read more of the Taoist scriptures, I have never read the Taoist scriptures, can you show me?"

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the axe that had just been sharpened today, and wondered if he wanted to find someone to see some blood, but he still said: "The law cannot be passed on lightly." The incomprehensibility of that face made Li Congwen shut up.

"Dare to ask the two of you if there is anything else important?" Yang Xiaoyang just wants this person to get out of here now.

Li Congwen heard what this Taoist priest meant, and explained with a righteous face: "We are not here to ask for food. ”

These words made Lao Chen roll his eyes and burp very uncompetitively.

"We're here for someone. ”

"Looking for whom?"

"Yang Xiaoyang. ”

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