Volume 1 Smoke and Rain Chapter 9 The word "people".
There was a ticking sound in the cracks, and water was dripping down. Li Shuishan lingered for a long time and walked in. A fiery bat flew out, and with green eyes it circled around the side of the mountain.
It made a screeching sound around the moonlight on the periphery of the crevice, and one of the moonlights retraced back to the surface of a crystalline rock that resembled Yellowstone in the crevice, revealing the dusty scene within.
The repatriated moonlight fell on a stone tablet that looked like a stone tablet, and Li Shuishan cautiously walked to the stone tablet, which smelled of decay, and he saw the words on the stone tablet. The text was engraved in the center, and there was only one word, and he sighed and read the words on it: "Min." β
"Min?" He was a little obsessed and had never heard of the word Min. Just as he was suspicious, a red gaze appeared, and he suddenly remembered the stupid thing he had done, there were many things in this mountain that he had never seen before. If it was the rat monster that he had heard, it would have been bad, and he slowly stepped back.
"You shouldn't have this greed, curiosity is really deadly. β
A voice resembling a human voice came from within, and a deep groan of pain came out. Calling this Li Shuishan inside, he said softly: "Young man, don't be in a hurry, you don't have to care about this dark cave." β
Li Shuishan stopped his pace, he didn't have such courage originally, and completely relied on the bowl of wine just now. Now I am frightened by the gloomy environment and dare not take a step.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am no one, I am the person I just met with you, I have been here for millions of years, and I have laid my roots on this mountain. β
"Foundation?" he pondered, and thought of what was written in the book about cultivators, who must first attribute their cultivation power to nature and be compatible with nature, before they can continue to form their state of mind. If the state of mind is formed, you can use the power of nature between heaven and earth a little.
But Li Shuishan frowned slightly, he was a little too impulsive to do things today, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to the people who wrote in this kind of book that could fly to the sky and escape in the future. He said helplessly: "I don't know that the Taoist chief is here, I have lived in a house on the mountainside for seven or eight years, but I don't know that you are also here, if I offend you just now, I will leave immediately and seal the entrance to the cave." β
There was laughter from inside, and then the moonlight shifted. But half a moment directly into the gap, there is no hole here. There is a stone tablet in the center, and behind the stone tablet there is a bag of earth. Li Shuishan squinted and was startled. The sound of this conversation with him officially came from under the earth bag, he coughed, and said timidly: "Dao Chang Mo has completely merged with heaven and earth, turning into a wind, a moonlight, or a dirt bag?"
"Tubao, why do you say that?" Li Shuishan didn't dare to say much, raised his finger to the mound behind the stele, and said, "Is the Taoist chief not in the soil, or in the stele?"
After a long pause, he replied, "No." I am a dignified person, but I melt into the void, and when I need it, I will transform into shape, how can I bury my own things under the soil. If so, please help me carry more soil, so that I can rest in peace. β
This amused Li Shuishan, because he lost a lot of fun, he didn't expect that this self-proclaimed Taoist tired words were like the flamboyant storyteller, and he remembered the older generation who talked under the mountain, touting each other about the cow things of their youth. Li Shuishan nodded and responded to what the man said.
Li Shuishan asked, "Daoist, why did you turn into a figure and follow me and guide me here." β
At that moment, the air was very anxious, and the Taoist said vicissitudes: "I have been looking for people who can lead me to the Tao all my life, and I often meditate on the people who can appear in this mountain. I waited for decades, my cultivation power was stopped, my body began to decay, I used a stone tablet to quietly hide my body in it, what you see behind me is only the existence of my mind, and if I say one more word, I can echo in your ears. β
The last sentence turned into an echo-like effect, and the second echoed in his cochlea. Li Shuishan plucked his ears, was extremely curious, and said, "Daoist, do you know where the person who led you into the Tao is?"
The Taoist voice was very vulgar, and he said: "This person, don't travel far to find it, it's you, the baby." β
"Me?" Li Shuishan was taken aback and waved his hand, "The words of the Taoist are too scary, I am just an ordinary teenager, I don't have the qualifications in your eyes, and I don't have advanced cognition." How will I lead you into the Tao?"
The Taoist said: "When I returned to Chushui Country before, I also met a cow herding boy. He plays a flute on top of a scalper, wears a cloth coat, and fastens straw sandals. It was like instructing me to go to the smoke-filled Xinghua Village. But I was greedy and didn't care that this little boy was young and naΓ―ve, and replied from afar: The heart is not there, the mind is not there, and it is a waste of my cultivation strength. β
"But now I regret it to the extreme, I clearly know that the boundary where I am located is a fairyland, called Xinghua Village, I looked for it a few years later, but I only covered my face with yellow sand, and I never found it. β
"But God favored my life, and when I passed by Chu Shui, the carriage that followed the swordsman stopped here to rest and drink, and then I realized in my heart that this place was officially the fairyland of my dreams, so I gave up my westward journey. Here, I chose this mountain one step earlier to refine my own state of mind. β
"I hope that Xiaoyou will help me. Li Shuishan was flattered and hurriedly said, "No need. β
"Daoist, how can I help you?"
The Taoist hurriedly said, "You help me cover the word of the people on this stone tablet." β
Li Shuishan walked in slowly, stretched out his palm, and his palm just blocked the moonlight. There was a hint of weirdness in the moonlit hole. As he placed his hand completely on the letter, a hint of wind blew in the air.
A piercing bat cry came to the cave, and it fell on Li Shuishan's hand along the pitch black, and he bit it down hard, leaving this mouthful of blood, staining the words on the stone tablet. He withdrew his palm, and the blood on the stele suddenly disappeared and was absorbed by the stele.
He laughed: "Thank you Xiaoyou, after many days, I will personally repay the kindness." β
Li Shuishan ran out of the gap with a pale face holding his palm, the moonlight was covered by black clouds, and underneath, the insects that kept chirping were silent.
Li Shuishan's mind was dizzy, if he fell down in this dark night, his little fate would not be guaranteed, he didn't dare to be confused, and he went down the mountain stubbornly. Trembling in the dark night with a quilt in his hands.
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On the top of a mountain in the distance, the morning light is rising here.
A middle-aged man dancing with a sword, the long sword in his hand flew, swirling in the palm of his hand, and fell generously in his hand, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground in his heart. A paper bird flew in the sky, he grabbed it with one hand, looked at it a few times, and frowned.