The wind carried the chrysanthemum slowly and fluttered, falling on his hair, blowing his long hair, revealing a haggard expression.

After the old man left Hushan, he sang a nursery rhyme with difficulty:

"On September 9, the child bit the cake in his mouth, and Xiaoxiu's house lit up for a long time. ”

"On September 9, the drifter drank and appreciated the lotus root, and thousands of women went up to the tall building. ”

"On September 9, the dogwood plug paraded the streets, and the old man climbed high to see the white head. ”

The woman listened in Hushan, her standing body was straight, the wind was strong, blowing the white skirt, and the red hair band behind her fluttered.

In fact, the pavilion in the distance can't be seen, it's far, far away from here, this part of the walking journey takes about a day, there are a few small families on the side of the road that are smoking, they are wrapped in white turbans, and their eyes are clean and look at the old man who is coming, wearing a pair of coarse linen clothes, her eyes seem to be crying for a long time, she raised her head, knelt on the ground and bowed, "Heavenly Master." ”

Almost everyone in the distance turned their heads to look and knelt down to worship, he burst into tears, raised his hand and bowed, and read: "I am guilty, you don't have to worship me." ”

Immediately, he knelt on the ground and bowed, and this time everyone was stunned by the farmhouse here.

They all watched the old man with a vicissitudes of life leave slowly, and the place he went to was the capital.

This road, is a shaded path, there are many farmhouses on the side of the road, all with dogwood, a few children behind the back of the firewood pulled back from the woods, they still hold a big wooden root in their arms, although they are very tired, but a few people have a laugh with a wooden stick, walk back to the village, and see the old man wearing linen cloth shoes standing in the middle of the road, looking at dozens of families in the village.

He looked at the crowd calmly, knelt on the ground, turned his head, and stood and bowed to the child.

While walking, a small Buddha temple appeared, here is a place where incense is vigorous, a few old monks saw the old man coming, their eyes showed surprise, and hurriedly got up and bowed: "The heavenly master is here, please inside." ”

The old man shook his head and stood outside, his eyes wide open and cloudy, making several people embarrassed and asking the reason.

Several people sighed and said: "If you have anything on your mind, you can say it when you enter the temple, but if you don't say it, we can't guess the thoughts of the Heavenly Master." A person with the charm of a country naturally understands the heavens. ”

"If you have tears in your heart, we can see them, and if you have no tears in your heart, we can see them. ”

The old man kept his mouth shut, knelt on the ground and bowed, so that all the people who entered the temple and left the temple stopped and did not move forward, and when the old man got up, he did not throw off the dust on his body, and he did not look back and continued to move forward.

In front of the Buddhist temple, some people knelt on the ground and bowed, and a few hesitant old monks bent down to worship, full of questions.

By the pond, there were a few anglers, quite interesting to drink, watching the fish float up and down, too lazy to pull up, so they picked up the wine jug and took a sip, and said with a smile: "I don't eat this fish, I only drop the fish I want to eat." ”

Another person asked, "What fish do you want to eat?" Just a few kinds of grass carp, crucian carp, Hualien fish, what else, do you still want to eat fish that are born to fly?"

The man replied, "I'm fishing, and I'm only in the mood." When I was in a good mood, I pulled it up and put it aside, and took it home to make soup and drink. If you don't like it, I'm too lazy to mention it. ”

One person laughed and said: "Fishing is the mood that goes off, and are you also in the mood when you are old? There are fish in your eyes, but you are not a Taoist who talks about Taoism, and the old monk in the Buddhist temple, let alone the land lord who worships." ”

"The fish you can feel is who you are now

The one who took the bait, if you don't mention it again, I'm afraid it's almost dark. ”

He sighed and pulled up, the empty hook, the fish had eaten the bait and fled.

A few people laughed, and another person chanted a poem: "At dusk of the Double Ninth Festival, I caught a stupid donkey by fishing." ”

This person didn't say a word, picked up his fists, and scolded: "Jiujiu Double Yang also said that he came to fish, and you made fun of me when I fished." When I'm a fool, look at how few people in this room don't hammer to death. ”

As he spoke, a scuffle began.

At this time, under the dusk in the distance, a figure walked over, he was empty-handed, his steps were heavy, he didn't say a word in front of them, he knelt down and bowed, several people showed cauliflower and vegetables hugging together, frozen in place, looking at the old man, he got up and left calmly, and several people exclaimed: "Heavenly Master, why does Heavenly Master bow down to us? He didn't do anything to be sorry for us, why did he do this? Could it be that he is ashamed of the name of our country." ”

Several people immediately stopped their hands, dropped the fishing rod and bench, and hurriedly followed him.

In a small town, when it gets dark, the tea sellers who have collected their stalls early, and a few open-air snacks, they all push the cart and walk slowly.

There was a thin old man, his legs and feet were a little weak, but there was a flatbed truck behind him, and the sound of a bunch of thunderbolts and waves resounded throughout the small street, and he struggled to touch the towel he hung around his neck and wiped the sweat from his head.

On September 9th, behind a piece of joy, there was an old man who was dragging a heavy bag and slowly walked on the deserted street, he saw a happy and beautiful scenery during the day, and the children who had fun ran to his side to buy a cup of tea, smiled and said hello grandpa, and he was satisfied.

Sometimes, a few children with snot wipes and tattered clothes who had no money, wiped their dusty faces with his own towels, and made them sit obediently on the wooden tables erected, poured a few bowls of porridge, and gave them a few pieces of cold steamed buns for lunch.

When he stopped, he touched half of the steamed bun in his pocket, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it, wiped his tears as he ate, and recalled his dead child and his seriously ill wife in his eyes, silently lifted the flatbed and continued to walk.

This trembling body touched the wooden pole next to him, pulled up, and after a few steps, he hit a big puddle, and he could not pull it up with all his strength, and his body trembled even more.

A figure walked over slowly, he directly behind him, pushing the flatbed cart up, when the old man was just about to turn back to thank him, this person stood in front of him, saw the old man with the cart, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were bloody, as if he had not slept well for many days, and when he saw the shabby clothes he was wearing, he couldn't help but kneel down and bow twice in a row.

In the dark night, the old man did not see his face clearly, but saw that this person was wearing clothes belonging to the imperial city, and he secretly thought of one person in his heart, but he did not dare to confirm it.

Facing the moonlight, go farther and farther.

One night, he walked to the capital steadily, whether it was the bite of wild dogs or dew, the infestation of the cold wind, he walked slowly, met the house with lights, knelt on the ground and bowed, this scene, until the next day in front of the capital gate.

On September 5th, many people in the capital began to get up and move their bodies, and children who couldn't sleep had already slowly walked on the streets, waiting for the steamed bun shop to open.

There are paddy sellers who have a boat, also

There are cruise ships carrying tourists, as well as Xiao Er who sets up stalls on the side to sell, and officials who write notices, and .....

They all sit down their own things in an orderly manner, talking and laughing, suffering and troubles, self-confidence and blindness.

Seeing a layer of early morning white fog in the distance, a person walked on the road leading to the outside that day, the carriages on the side of the road stopped, and the generals, officials, and people in front of the city gate knelt quietly on the ground, this is the heavenly master second only to the monarch.

He wore his soiled clothes, and walked slowly, his hair was messy, and he was tired from the night's journey, and his face was pale, but he did not raise his head, and kept walking over.

Everyone gave way to him, and he went to the city gate without saying a word, looked at the towering city walls, and knelt on the ground three times, each of which was extremely deep.

Immediately, he turned around, knelt on the ground again in full view of everyone, and everyone stopped him: "Heavenly Master, don't ....."

He didn't say a word, but bowed three times.

Then he walked into the city, no matter how sloppy everyone looked at him all the way, his face was pale, and some people were even dizzy with fright, this is the Heavenly Master, they don't know how many times they have seen it in their lives, but this time it is so close.

He walked to the front of the royal gate and watched the officers of the guard kneel on the ground, as he had just done, but kneeling down to the street in the distance was four bows, five bows, until nine bows, these nine bows did not stop, and the people in the distance did not dare to raise their heads, their faces were at a loss, and no one dared to get up.

He turned around and bowed to the main hall of the early dynasty in front of the imperial city, kneeling on the ground, and kowtowing until blood was revealed on the top of his head.

Someone quickly reported to the monarch, and when he saw a man in a yellow robe, he walked quickly, his eyes showed pain, and he directly scolded: "What do you do to eat, why don't you help the Heavenly Master." ”

The clothes he was wearing dragged on the ground, and he didn't care about helping the old man up in person, and said in his mouth: "Heavenly Master, what is there to talk about, what else can't be solved by the king of a country? If the Heavenly Master makes any mistakes, I will bear it with you? ”

He used his sleeve to wipe the blood of the old man himself, but he grabbed it, touched his wrist, and said: "I am sorry for the monarch, and even more sorry for the people." ”

He slowly looked up at the auspicious clouds in the sky, and the shocked people in the whole city all came back to life and said: "Heavenly Master, take the fortune of heaven for our blessings, avoid disasters, avoid wars and let us have a smooth weather, and we are ashamed of you in our hearts." ”

The monarch pulled him up and said again: "There is no time when the people are unsolvable, we take the hearts of the people, reassure the people, no matter where they come from or where they go, there is no word sorry, if you are ashamed, only me, I am ashamed of the whole world." ”

The old man was silent and walked slowly to the altar of worship.

It was a place full of runes, and there were many clay pots on it, and the sacrificial fruits, cattle and sheep were placed on it, and yesterday's sacrifice did not begin, and he left, and this place waited for him for a long time, and the monarch made up his mind to wait even if he missed the time, until today.

I saw him walking away slowly, his eyes were confused, and he muttered, "I want to open the altar wisely!"

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