Keep moving forward.

I saw the duck still playing in the water, with fluffy hair and a big beak, swimming back and forth in the water. The small weeping willow on the side, slender and green, looks like summer has arrived and has not experienced the cold of winter. Sitting next to him was a farmer urging ducks into the water, with a sip of wine in his mouth.

Although he couldn't drink alcohol in the temple, he couldn't help the addiction in his heart and secretly took a sip to satisfy his addiction. At this moment, the storyteller was moved, and he stood aside and watched the ducks swim in the water.

Li Shuishan didn't move this duck into the water, what's so good, besides, the habits of this duck are not very good, when there are more people, they will rattle, and when there are fewer people, they will call by themselves, and a group of people will call. It became a very annoying scene, under the willow tree, there was a little duck sitting alone.

Yao Feng watched here alone for a while, and waited until they were far away, and then caught up.

Li Shuishan asked him, "Are you unable to walk when you see a duck?"

Yao Feng said: "This duck is not an ordinary duck, he has seen these ducks when they roll on the ground, one by one, golden eggs will fall. ”

"Could it be that this duck lays golden eggs?"

Zhu Mu watched the two of them talk behind her, and without saying a clue, she continued: "I know, this duck is like a magical spiritual creature, the same as me, but there is one condition. The duck can only survive in a mild environment, or it will die. ”

Speaking of this, the storyteller nodded, agreeing with what Bamboo Mother said.

A duck is not an ordinary duck, and this egg is not an ordinary egg.

......

A group of people.

They went to the last temple of worship.

On the way, I met a group of people singing and dancing, and only a pair of representatives walked in. The cattle and sheep were placed beside the grain, and the incense prepared in the temple was lit.

They prostrate on the ground, as if they were worshipping the old Taoist priest in this temple with the highest ceremony, Li Shuishan, who had seen the old Taoist priest, did not dare to look back at the pavilion a few times, and the closed dust fell with a tactful sound of the piano.

After the worship of the temple, when the noise of the crowd stopped, the movement of the man walking around seemed to be fixed by a splint, and they stopped aside.

The ceremony is very cumbersome, without any pretensions.

"Quiet. ”

The old man in charge came to the rear, and he was the first to kneel on the wooden mat, and then the people who came one by one also bowed. In the group, only a few of them seemed a little different, neither bowing down nor leaving.

Yao Feng saw that he was a little disrespectful by others, so he pulled Li Shuishan and wanted to kneel, but the storyteller pulled him up, "You don't need to kneel, you just need to know that this person is not enough for you to kneel." ”

The old man in charge was a little unhappy, and the storyteller left.

Several of them also followed here, and Li Shuishan couldn't help but wonder why so many people didn't know the body of the bamboo mother and the face of the city lord.

If it weren't for the existence of the city lord in this city, the group of onlookers that day, I'm afraid there were a few here, but they seemed to have lost the memory of that day.

He sighed.

When the ceremony officially began, the person wearing a green silk and white robe on the ground knelt down step by step and walked to the side, his knees scratching the stone bricks on the ground, revealing a fluttering sound, this person is not the third son of the city lord? But the fourth son had no look in his eyes, regardless of the pain in his body, he did not move, and did not look up at the figure in front of him.

One step at a time.

Isn't the third son dead?

Aren't you dead?

Zhu Mu looked at the middle-aged man who had a trace of blood relationship with her body, but there was endless indifference in her gaze.

He looked at the faces of several people and stopped in front of Li Shuishan.

"Little sir, where do we seem to have met?" he asked, with a strange smile wrapped around the corners of his mouth, and when the green silk white robe and clothes swayed, there were wisps of alluring floral fragrance, which was the smell of grass and trees, and it was like a medicine that fascinated the soul.

"Nope. I haven't seen you. ”

"Then I seem to have misremembered, I have a bad memory here, but in a spacious, noisy place, I always have some spare energy, so I speak to you with a sickly feeling. I remember, the last time I met you, it seemed to be the same, but the next time I guess it won't. ”

He rolled up his robe, flicked off the dust from his clothes on the ground, and walked into the temple, without the slightest concern for the feelings of others.

.......

in the attic.

The old Taoist priest sat next to the red qin in his hand, and there was a dry corpse, so he patted a cloud of dust on it.

The red robe, which can be seen to be coquettish for a while, is definitely worthy of the famous saying "In fact, wait for the coquettish for hundreds of years to become one." The strings in his hand were broken by a puff of smoke blowing in the wind, precisely because of this place of worship.

The third son, who was dressed in a green silk and white robe, hit a small statue sitting cross-legged in his hand in a puff of smoke in his hand, invisible and colorless, and no one else could detect it. He smiled, this smile had the smile of a person that the old Taoist priest remembered, and immediately put it on the left hand of the dry corpse, and clicked a few fingers.

"Each has its own. ”

The yellow-robed old man at the door was a little angry, looking at the third son who came, and the small branch in his hand twitched lightly in the air. The branch changed its speed, like a bright light, like the color of light.

The white robe on the third son's body was torn, revealing his shiny body inside, and he shrugged, "I'm here to ask for fate, and I am very sympathetic to today's calamity." In those days, I noticed that there were still a few days, so I waited for a few days, and I didn't know that the Taoist was there. ”

"No. The temple has the power of burning, the blessing of the power of the Dao, and the soul is scattered. ”

"The temple has fate, and all the guests who come can ask for cause and effect.

However, the temple does not welcome me, a person from the Lang Mansion, could it be that I am not from Qingshui City, and I have not received your favor?"

The old man in the yellow robe was particularly blushing at the arrival of the third son of Langfu, not because he came to seek fate, but because he came here to affect the luck of the temple, and none of the people next to him knew the bamboo mother standing behind Li Shuishan, and his body was the city lord.

Even the old man in the yellow robe, as well as the old man with a dwarf, just glanced at it and remained silent.

What is the big deal for the temple to be affected.

Even if there was a man in a gold-armored battle suit, he came in with his face covered, and he still couldn't stand the two of them waving his hand and shaking the twig, which made him feel damaged.

The old Taoist priest was in the attic, with a peaceful face.

The dry corpse beside him had long since melted into a small ball of blood by him, and the bone marrow had become granules in it, grinding to the point that it could no longer be broken.

Originally, there was still clothing on the woman, the same red clothes. He had already taken it off, and in his hand, a red shortcoat and red trousers...... He smiled, rubbed it in his hands as if he was enjoying it, and then tossed it in a cloud of blood and turned into ashes.

Li Shuishan didn't see this scene, otherwise he thought that this old Taoist priest was a perverted person, and it was a little inappropriate to do this kind of thing in the temple!

The flesh had been brewing for a long time, and when it fell to the ground, it was a wonderful woman.

He jumped up in front of the old Taoist priest first, writhing and dancing, and the rustling sound waves on his body lingered in the old man's ears, perfectly avoiding the noisy voices outside.

The old man in the yellow robe didn't care about these three sons, because the branch in his hand was a magic weapon, which not everyone could withstand, hurting his skin, but revealing an internal strength.

After the internal strength is over, it is not a demon anyway, and it can be verified by the temple.

In this way, the third son is not a walking dead controlled by people.

Li Shuishan didn't believe it, "Third son, isn't there an eye missing?"

He remembered that in the city mansion, the third son had been taken away by the little Taoist priest, and then sent to a wooden plaque in the mansion, with a bloody forehead and eyes......

"Does the third son lack eyeballs?"

The storyteller whispered in his ear, "No, and it's the left eyeball." ”

"How do you know?" Li Shuishan frowned and asked, only the two of them knew about this matter, could it be that the bamboo mother told the storyteller.

The third son raised his head, passed through the old man in yellow robe from the side, and then made a series of movements, which was very standardized. The young man on his left arm, with a red rope tied around his head, held the prayer drink in his hand.

Although it is not as good as the ceremony of the emperor to worship heaven and earth, it is also divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the name is delicious.

This ordinary sacrifice is just a tribute to the old Taoist of the temple, offering food and wine that he has accumulated. And the people in Qingshui City did not know that the person who was worshiped was still sitting in the attic, enjoying the people's faith peacefully.

They silently recited a few mantras in their hearts and poured wine into the air.

"Don't, it's wasted. ”

The old Taoist who was still in the attic was distressed, and noticed a trace of strangeness to the young man who was still worshipping, but this strangeness made him very happy in his heart.

The spilled wine volatilized before it hit the ground, which was regarded as the acquiescence of the Taoist statue to the sacrifice.

It can be regarded as a recognition of the sacrifice of this young man.

The third son was a little disdainful of this young man who was willing to kneel, knelt on the ground, bowed, and said, "Please pierce the water." ”

Hearing the word "piercing water", the old Taoist was sluggish. His eyes glanced at the third son, and there was coldness in his eyes, but a divine light shot out from his eyes, hovering in the palm of his hand, "The man who pierced the water, don't forget that this is the little boy who promised me, I will let him be my slave for the first time." But before the time came, he wanted me to erase some memories for him and complete this life. ”

"Isn't there something that doesn't take me seriously?"

The old Taoist asked in the attic, this is his unique way of communicating with the old Taoist, no one can hear, and it is more recognizable.

"I remember the regret of the Taoist for the little boy. But if I can't restore my true body for one day, I won't be able to devour my soul and integrate my reincarnated body. ”

Miko gritted his teeth and said, with a hint of tremor in his words.

The old Taoist slapped the woman who gradually merged and became a dry body on the side, and unexpectedly shot out blood, like a sponge squeezing and gradually taking shape. He spat out a mantra from his mouth, and with the red harp that was still in front of him, it formed a tactful rhythm and turned into three waves. The Taoist figurine was fierce in the eyes of the third son, opened his mouth and spit out the waves, and rushed into the eyes of the third son.

His eyes trembled, and his hands clenched.

"Daoist, piercing water. ”

Miko spoke again.

In the eyes of the third son, there was a small rope that hooked his spirit.

In his mind, there was a small doll sitting cross-legged, and the doll was painted with a person's face, which happened to be the face of a little Taoist priest.

The fog in his mind swept through his brain, through his spine, and into his limbs. In a small space, in the ball wrapped in transparent thin wires, slowly turned, revealing a pair of eyes, and there was still this immortal fighting spirit in the eyes, but the resolute expression was gradually worn out in the painful wail, and his memory was forgotten.

Fleeting eyes, a pair of small hands open.

This little hand is the dry palm of the little man.

The old Taoist never let go of a divine light in his palm, shook his head and said: "I think of the first time I saw you, and I saw that you had a great opportunity and were easy to go the wrong way. Your first life is to worship under My Door, and I will cleanse your soul and purify your body. Unexpectedly, you quietly cut off three inches of your soul, leaving a simple divine thought here.

I didn't treat you well, and I didn't kill your three-inch soul. And it gives you the opportunity to recuperate on the wooden beads. You have lost your soul, and you have been reincarnated again and again, and you have worn out your own shortcomings.

One is a tree, one is a fish, and one is a way.

The three stars gather together, collect the soul, and control the joys and sorrows of the body, weakness, boldness, selfishness, and tolerance.

I thought you might have taken an alternative path, but you came to disrupt my plans.

A teacher for one day, a teacher for life. How I prick the water for you, and how you get it. It's a pity that I have made you or ruined you. ”

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he showed pity for the third son.

The end of this sorrow is not in the depths of the third son's soul, but the lonely figure at the end of the lamp in the room where people gather in the distance, because all the lights only shine on his curled body.

The third son resolutely said: "Please prickle the water!"

The old Taoist was helpless, and sighed in his mouth: "Everything is caused by cause and effect, the sky is one, I control one, but there is no way to .....make the Tao empty."

The divine light in the palm of his hand flew out of the Taoist figurine, rushing into the eyes of the three characters. The three sons clasped their fists and bowed, and between the heavens and the earth, the thick power rolled up and sprinkled into the place of sacrifice. A tear flowed from the eyes of the young man who was originally kneeling on the ground, and he silently said in his heart:

"Ancient books record that immortals descend to the light. It can be used to ward off the cold and heat and get rid of the sick. This is auspicious. ”

The third son said no more. In the eyes of the people beside him, the third son just stood in confusion for how long he was confused, refused to leave, and suddenly bowed, as if he was influenced by this Ruiguang, and he didn't care much about it.

Li Shuishan didn't see anything strange, this time the absolute third son arrived at the place of sacrifice and was very calm.

He turned away.

The storyteller closed his eyes and didn't look at it much, quietly feeling the sound of grace beside him that kept singing in unison. This voice evokes his dusty memories for a long time, and it is also a coquettish season, a familiar face, a familiar footsteps, and a moment into the quagmire. Immediately following the sound of gasping, he spat out a mouthful of cold water, like a fierce man plunging into cold water, remembering his mistake.

"Grace, grace, grace...," the storyteller muttered.

Li Shuishan stood next to the storyteller and heard these two words, but he didn't know what the storyteller was thinking.

......

In the attic, the old Taoist is interspersed with the power of incense, and the legend is so.

Between heaven and earth, only temples, ancestral halls, and the power of nature can cast their bodies and condense their souls to achieve the Tao.

"If I can calculate that calamity, I can bend my waist for it. I can't figure it out, and I can't get rid of it. I don't know what forces interfered with me, so that my way forward was excluded, and I could not be as smooth and free as I wanted. ”

"However, I don't believe that it is the boy, he must not be, he must be a pawn. There was ruthlessness in his eyes, but there was endless remorse in his heart.

The third son, who had just walked out of the temple, suddenly stopped at the next step.

A palm grabbed his left eye, "Leave your left eye to me, one cause and one effect, I am not your first master." ”

At the oil lamp, blood flowed from the left eye of the curled figure, and it fell into the darkness drop by drop, and murmured:

"Two clear. ”

......

A big chapter.

Recently, I didn't save the manuscript, so I could only code words overnight, asking for all kinds of !!