"Really sweet?" asked the leek, smiling.

Li Shuishan swallowed it in three or four mouthfuls, leaving the red kernels, which were mottled like earthworm gully textures, deep and shallow, and contained a little green meat, which was thrown into the small green lake, attracting fat fish, scrambling to grab the food, burping, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, getting up and moving his bones, and listening to the water leek say: "Where did your master go? I am still waiting to worship him as a teacher?"

"Apprentice?" Li Shuishan smiled and said, "You better dispel this idea!" When I started, the master told me that I was the last disciple he accepted. ”

Shui Leek was sad and lost the kernel that had been gnawed cleanly, and complained: "What did your master say? So a young peak master said that the door would be closed at all, and he would not give anyone who is at ease to seek the Tao a threshold? I have long heard that his Taoism is profound, his personality is different, and Zangfeng is a door that penetrates the soul into the sword, and he must need some disciples with strong spiritual charm to handle it, it seems that he missed... In the future, if he regrets it, he will tell me immediately. ”

Li Shuishan looked at his upturned orchid fingers, and suddenly had some ominous thoughts in his heart, but he was afraid that it would not happen, so he swallowed his mouth and changed the subject: "I still want to ask you what is your own mountain, and how will you enter the mountain in the future?"

His cognition of cultivation is a little depressed, fully showing what is the recuperation of the Buddha's way, and occasionally he will move his head to think about it, what is the Buddha, what is the Tao, and the Buddha is the Tao, what is the connection? When I woke up, it was dark, I was sure to lie on the bamboo mat, sleep a good night, and when the sky was bright, I stretched out my fat arm, and practiced my singing voice and changed my voice.

As for what I thought about before, I would say: How can there be such a thing?

His mother walked around and had fun.

Everyone else can see that he is a fool, and a fool is a fool! He jumped into the river to take a bath, came up and took a stone to rub the bath, satisfied and happy, dragged other people's fruit trees, did not take the fruit but pulled the tree, stole other people's robes, did not erase the mark, and wore it on his body... He was not beaten, and whoever was beaten was driven into the sword, but no one else would say it on purpose, for fear of breaking his heart.

It is rare for a young man to talk to him about what a mountain is, he pondered for a while, winked at the sky, and said with a level look: "As for the mountain, we have to start with the division of cultivation, about condensation, heart, Taoism, and the realm of mortality." The mountain is really a mountain, which can be taken from the mountain where the water flows along the mountain, or from the mountain of dead wood in the heart, or from the highest mountain in my heart, the Taibei Mountain!"

"You must have roots in the mountains, where are the roots? In the place where you were born, or the place where you are most resolute, ambiguous, and reluctant to forget on your way, there are also many monks who have forgotten their own belonging and placed their roots in the commonly known 'Xinghua Village'. Here is a beautiful situation imagined by the monks, commonly known as the place where the cow boy pointed out, the legend is that there is a ten-mile bridge, ask the wine station, peep into the garden, Meizhou Xiaoxue, Xinghua wine shop... Joyful wind, bathed in light, let you laugh and forget time. ”

"I haven't seen the scenery in reality, I don't know if it exists, but the monks hear it for themselves, and there are very few who end up in Xinghua Village and come out of the mountain, and most of the monks will put themselves on the top

In the coffin, if you are dead, it is more decent. If he doesn't die, the mountain is one of his roots, and if the mountain doesn't die, his soul won't die. ”

"Until there are gods in the mountains, some with big ears, some with white eyebrows, some with long beards, and some like light, hanging with a circle of smoke, the mountain is really full of aura. ”

Li Shuishan was fascinated by what he heard and asked, "If you don't enter the mountain for a long time, what should you do?"

Shui Leek said: "If you don't enter the mountain for a long time, you will be blown up or suffocated by the aura in your body, and you can't escape the law of reincarnation of heaven and earth. ”

Li Shuishan listened carefully, the water leek is not a fool who has nothing to do when he is full, but he is not persistent enough to do things, and he has not yet found his own opportunity to enter the mountain, and he can only sway it when he crosses the state of mind, this seems to be the truth of Zhufeng's advocacy of the mind, sometimes awaken the monk's cognition early, don't be too obsessed with improving your cultivation, and forget what your heart is.

If you think about it carefully, Li Shuishan roughly guessed that those Taoists in the mortal dust are mainly cultivators, and they have a thorough understanding of the pain of time and people's hearts, and in a short period of a hundred years, they feel the changes of wind and clouds, the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the ups and downs are blended into a large vat, which is a kind of cultivation.

Cultivation does not have to be to hold the stars in your hands, to be on top of the top, it may be a journeyman who is ready to go in the north and south of the great river, an ascetic in rags and barefoot, and an enlightened person who is sympathetic to the common people...

Where does it all end?

Is it life, survival?

Die, want to ask for a funeral song?

When the Taoist who feathered and ascended to the immortal first came to the peaks that did not belong to their mortal dust, etc., one by one the commonly known 'fairyland', is it really an immortal?

After sighing, Li Shuishan chose to go back to the cottage to rest for a few hours, but he didn't see where the old man in Tsing Yi had gone? I don't know that the heavenly palace is lingering and the clouds are flying, and a fast horse arrives in Kyoto. Kyoto and fragrant, long into my heart... Drive.." , Li Shuishan didn't know what kind of good dream he had, when he heard about Kyoto, he was afraid that the fate of mortal dust was not over, so he smiled and covered him with a green coat on the counter, and fell asleep on the wooden table.

White City's deep sleep is strong.

When the gray scenery was one day, almost two hours later, Li Shuishan woke up again and was drowsy, got up and drank a sip of the wine from the old Li Guoren wine pot, which was as tasteless as drinking water, put it down gently, and hurriedly went out for a walk.

First of all, from the hanging sunset tree, the branches are scattered like a burly man's beard, and a small white tree below grows a wooden branch that looks like a smiling child, which is a little seeping.

Three quiet big stones are engraved with simple small characters, three nian stones, one for the town, one for the break, one for the kill, the rear spit out the oval convex surface, facing several hills.

In the white mist hovering over the hill, there are the shadows of these three mountains, Li Shuishan's eyes lit up, and he saw that a town word was tightly chained and pressed on a mountain, and he looked at another mountain with a slanted eye, and a blurred iron chain was connected one after another, which was broken and another was killed.

He stretched out

The palm of his hand touched the floating dust, wiped off a layer of shallow white ash above, leaving clear small characters, turned his face and walked to the staggered stone pier, stood next to the stone bridge, raised his left foot and stepped lightly, the two palm-sized piers fell, the water splashed up, a strong water flow rose up, the original chaotic stone pier blocked the water spring, hurriedly collected his feet and stepped on the stone bridge.

The stone bridge is arm's length and more than a zhang away, the bridge railing is cypress, simple and proper, a short-headed turtle climbed up the bridge, with sharp teeth in its mouth, and said: "Little ghost, don't get in the way." ”

Li Shuishan politely gave way, and the turtle tilted his head, like an old man who smoked and drank, walked slowly in the middle of the bridge, and reprimanded: "This stone bridge was built by my ancestors' ancestors.

"Can't", Li Shuishan said with a smile, he knew that the thousand-year-old king was 80,000 years old, could it be that he had lived for so long?

"You little ghost, what's the matter? Uncle, you at least respond, don't you help, don't you look down on your turtle grandfather?" I think back then, I was also a powerful figure," he said as he turned a picture of clouds, and became an old man with a wooden stick, touching his white beard, and asked bareheaded: "Do you see if your turtle grandfather is handsome and handsome?"

Li Shuishan was stunned and replied: "Senior, he is indeed handsome and chic, I wonder if he has lived for 10,000 years?"

The old turtle said, "I'll count... I think it's pretty much the same. But for so long, the situation has changed, people have been scattered and separated, and it is no longer what it is like in the era in front of us..."

Li Shuishan sighed and said, "Then I should indeed call you Grandpa Turtle, but you have lived for so long, and you also know a lot about the things inside this sword." ”

"You kid, I've lived for so long, you're the third person to see me, no one dares to call me that, it's really young and vigorous," Li Shuishan scratched his head, is there any other name, is the sword too ugly? The old turtle said again: "This sword is the sword of the mountain, it is true, some of the mountains, seas, ghosts, demons and ghosts in it are all evolved, and the overall can be called a map of mountains and seas." You have seen the ancient rhyme sea, you have seen the burial place, the savage maple land, a sword wind, the old dead water spring... Those places are a lot of fun. ”

Li Shuishan shook his head with a smile.

The old turtle said again: "Mountains and seas, mountains and seas are like pictures, and pictures are like mountains and seas." ”

"Sometimes, you, a junior who is not afraid of death, like to seek excitement, that inexplicable monster that swallows people's heads, can divide a breathing time into a hundred parts, and you will be gone with just one copy. Li Shuishan's face turned pale, and he said with a smile: "Really?"

"Is that fake?"

"I'm the god of the White Mountain, do you think I know?" said the old turtle with a smile.

Li Shuishan was even more respectful, and another turtle crawled in, with narrow claws, a bloated mouth, and a blister on its nose, and the old turtle was stunned for a moment, and scolded: "This is the turtle grandson who brought it? Why are you still pretending to be me? Don't you know that Baicheng is just a turtle?"

The turtle ran very fast, wagging its little tail and shouting, "Boy, boy, where are you going to take me, I don't want to stay by the stone wall." I'm going to wander the world with you, hmm..."