The few people left behind in the tea shed were dumbfounded, and by the time they woke up, the figure of the woman was long gone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several people hurriedly ran over and asked, "What did you say for so long?"

The Taoist priest's face was a little distorted: "Can you help you and care about my injuries first?"

The tea owner sighed. Because the Taoist priest's face had been calm, although he saw that he had blood on his sleeve, he thought it was fine. Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest now had an obviously painful expression, holding his left wrist, as if he couldn't even move.

He hurriedly lifted his sleeve to look at it, and couldn't help but gasp, and said, "Don't move yet, I'll get some clean water-this woman is serious." ”

The Taoist priest had already tore off his sleeves to wipe the blood from his arm. Several people came around, and someone said: "I can't see that you are a little Taoist, and there are two more moments, and Shicai didn't even say a word." ”

"If there are really two times, it will be considered merciful to her subordinates. The Taoist priest laughed at himself.

"I always remember that you were a martial artist. The tea master brought the water and said. "Otherwise, how could I have caught her invisible filaments—I haven't even seen them. ”

The Taoist priest laughed, "I have studied martial arts, but I am even more influential than my fortune-telling skills, and it is really better not to catch it." ”

"Don't you have a sword?" said one of the next men, pointing behind him. "Fang just cut her filaments with his sword, wouldn't it be fine. ”

"What about the wooden sword for prayer?" the Taoist priest laughed.

The man sighed, "I forgot that Taoist priests only have wooden swords. ”

As he spoke, he laughed.

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Time passed, the injuries healed quickly, and the memories of this day quickly faded. A person like the woman in white is just one of the various characters he has encountered, when he followed the master's fortune telling in the past, how many strange faces he saw, how many dangerous scenes he had encountered, speaking of which, this woman was really nothing.

But Master, it's gone.

He went to the river at dusk to pay his respects. Today is Master's 100-day sacrifice, and he still remembers that when he was a child, he liked water, especially when Master took him on a boat, so Jiang is a place in his memory that has a lot to do with Master. When the old Taoist had just passed away, he had walked back and forth along the river without eating or drinking for several days, but he didn't want to accept such a fact, but now more than three months have passed, he can actually go in and out of the teashed restaurant, learn from the master's previous appearance, and talk and laugh with people.

There was no way - although I also wanted to emulate the filial son and virtuous disciple to guard the tomb at the age of three, but I still had to live, so I had to hold up the master's banner of "straight with an iron mouth".

He has been a monk since he was a child, and his only relative is this master, and he knows that he will be the same master as his family all over the world for the rest of his life, but this lonely day suddenly came, and he was still deeply unaccustomed.

If he could have guessed that day, the woman in white was also mourning and wearing filial piety - in fact, of course, it was not only her white dress. He just smelled the same loneliness in her, and he immediately concluded that she was in the same "unaccustomed" as he was. He didn't know the situation of Lingyinmen, but when he saw the huge case, he also guessed in his heart that there might be no one else in Lingyinmen.

If you want to have any impression of her, there is only this bit of sympathetic loneliness left.

The river is so calm that there is no wind at all, and the huge setting sun is disappearing above the waves. It seemed that it was only for a moment, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if all sins were going to run out in an instant, and he remembered that when he was a child, he was afraid of the night, and the master held a wooden sword, pretending to exorcise ghosts and kill monsters. Thinking about it now, he could neither laugh nor cry, he just silently took off his saber and raised it into the air.

This is a wooden sword, peach wood, which is said to ward off evil spirits, but praying for the law or something, it has always been the master's father, and I have never prayed for anyone once. In fact, I don't like to talk or move too much, but I like things that need to be studied silently, such as studying the eight characters and studying the stars. This has always been where Master criticizes himself. That day, the woman in white was said to be "boastful", if he really wanted to cry without tears.

"I'm not asking you to talk about it. -- he still remembered that Master had clearly said -- "It's just that fortune-telling is not something that you think about and meditate on alone, and it will have results, but it needs to be constantly confirmed with the master of fate." Especially when you are not perfect, if you don't ask him, how can you know if you are biased? At the beginning, you may only be biased a little, but the more you push, the more bias you may become. ”

He sighed. Later, I have been trying to become more out of the language, and my temperament is indeed a lot brighter, but I think that what I have learned so far is probably not as good as three percent of the master, and fortune-telling and the like are only a very small part of Taoism, and those who have not been able to learn can only slowly study the manuscripts left by the master.

As for the more that I wanted to ask but couldn't ask, I don't think there will ever be an answer. Among them, including his own life experience, which he has been obsessed with since he was a child. He once wanted to calculate himself, but he didn't know if he really had the meaning of the underworld, every time he calculated himself, no matter which method he used, all he could see was a cloud of fog.

"There are two people in this world, and you will never be able to count them. Master once said. "One is yourself, and the other is the person you care about the most. ”

Well, it seems that my own life, my master's life, will never be calculated. That's what he thought at the time. Now that Master has passed away, who should be the person I care about the most?

He lined up the people he knew, but he didn't know if there were too many fortunes, and people's names or faces seemed to have become symbols, without any emotion at all, let alone any concern.

By the way, I once had a father-in-law. He reminded himself again. When I was a teenager, by chance, the master and apprentice went to a large family in Huizhou, and the owner of the family had a good conversation with the master, and the only son was newly mourned for less than two years, so he had to take him in at that time. Master seems to have traveled far away, so he really stayed there for more than half a year. Those days were indeed happy, but after all, he was a monk, even if he became the righteous son of someone else, he couldn't marry a wife and have children when he grew up, and inherit the incense, so when the master came back, he still followed.

I still remember that the family's surname was Gu, so my name at that time was the original Dao number with the surname Gu, called Gu Junli. In addition to his father-in-law, he also has a sister who is three or four years older than him, named Gu Xiaomeng, who also treats himself very well. But if any of them were his "most concerned people", he would not be able to get rid of them.

He never went back; Of course, he now understood that his father-in-law meant that he wanted him to be vulgar, but he had never thought of that possibility. So, in other words, he just lived in someone's house for nothing for more than half a year, and finally patted his ass and left.

The wooden sword was still in his hand, and an intricate spike was tied to the hilt of the sword. Yes, it's no wonder that others don't see that this is nothing more than a wooden sword. But this sword spike ...... Yes, this sword spike is something that I will never throw away.

Then he remembered that there was another man. That person also met at the Gu family, and he was also a guest who visited the Gu family by chance. The man seemed to be in his thirties at the time, and he must have been close to fifty by now. The man was blind and couldn't see, but he was a well-known person—by the way, his surname was Xia, and he gave him the sword spike.

He remembered that his surname was Xia, and for some reason he felt more comfortable. At that time, I chatted with this elder surnamed Xia unexpectedly happily. He secretly thought in his heart that the person I care about most now must be him.

But the next moment, he fell into an inexplicable sadness. The people I care about may have forgotten about me as a child, and more than ten years have passed, and I don't even know if he is alive, and what are I concerned about?

As if in deep despair, he looked at the already dark river, and only felt that he was really alone in this huge world.