On a rugged mountain road, Xiao Yin and Deacon Yan walked side by side, but there was no conversation, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

Xiao Yin suddenly spoke: "Uncle Yan doesn't seem to be surprised that I chose Wandoutang. ”

Deacon Yan said, "Oh?"

Xiao Yin said: "If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you will ask non-stop questions along the way, but until now, Uncle Shi has not asked much." ”

Deacon Yan smiled and said, "I've been a deacon for a long time, and I've seen a lot, so nothing should be strange." ”

Xiao Yin was silent for a moment, and then didn't say anything more.

After walking side by side for miles, the two stopped in front of a small valley in the middle of nowhere.

The mouth of the valley is empty, surrounded by weeds and strange rocks, and looks deserted.

Deacon Yan said: "This is the Ten Thousand Doll Hall. Senior Brother Zuo is meditating inside, and ordinary people are not allowed to disturb him. If it weren't for the order of the head of the house, I wouldn't have been able to come this time. ”

As he spoke, Deacon Yan raised his hand and made a letter of invitation to Taniguchi, saying, "Go ahead." ”

Xiao Yin said, "Uncle Yan won't take me in?"

Deacon Yan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zuo has a strange personality and doesn't like to come into contact with people, even our group of senior brothers of the same generation are no exception. If you want to really worship him, I'd better not do much. If you want to learn puppetry, you still have to look at your own creation. If Senior Brother Zuo doesn't like it, even if the head of the house comes forward, it will be useless. ”

Deacon Yan said, patted Xiao Yin on the shoulder, and quickly disappeared into the way he came.

Xiao Yin withdrew his gaze from Deacon Yan and re-examined everything around him.

Barren, deserted.

Not the slightest bit of anger.

Xiao Yin pondered for a moment and walked into the valley.

After walking for about half a moment, a dilapidated and mottled black hall came into view.

Xiao Yin came to the front of the main hall, carefully looked at the plaque where the gold paint had fallen off, and could vaguely distinguish the three ancient seal characters.

"Mando"

The penmanship is strange and tricky, Xiao Yin can't see what calligraphy school it is at all, but it is very imposing, and there is a hint of contempt for the world.

Xiao Yin was secretly surprised, slowly walked up the stairs, came to the door of the main hall, slightly straightened his clothes, crossed his hands, attached to his chest, bowed slightly, solemnly performed a Momen ancient salute, and said loudly: "New disciple Xu Yin, today I entered the Ten Thousand Doll Hall, and was ordered by the head of the house to ask to see the hall master." ”

After a few moments, the silence remained.

Xiao Yin's eyes flashed slightly, and he continued to raise his voice and repeat the words.

Still no response.

The whole valley was dead silent.

Xiao Yin was silent for a moment, slightly urging a little true power, and spoke again.

The entire valley echoed with Xiao Yin's voice.

However, the results remained.

Xiao Yin stood quietly for a moment, and found that this rather mysterious Zuo Hall Master didn't seem to have any intention of coming out to meet at all, so he pondered for a moment and said aloud towards the hall door: "Since the hall master is inconvenient, the juniors will not continue to disturb." It's just that since the younger generation has already chosen Wandoutang, there is no other place to go, and the younger generation will do it first. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Yin looked around and found that there were several rows of side rooms looming in a dense forest behind the main hall, which seemed to be the residence of the previous disciples of the Ten Thousand Doll Hall.

Xiao Yin walked over and checked it roughly, and found that in addition to a large number of cobwebs and thick dust accumulation, all the facilities in the room were complete, and they could be used for cleaning.

Immediately, Xiao Yin put down the black box without hesitation, rolled up his sleeves, picked up buckets, brooms and other things, and simply started work......

Half a day later, Xiao Yin wiped his sweat, sat under an ancient tree outside the wing, looked at everything in the window of the wingroom not far away, and suddenly felt a trace of worry.

"I don't know what happened to my father, where are they? Who is Master Xu?"

These questions, which had already appeared countless times in Xiao Yin's mind, popped up again.

Xiao Yin was a little helpless and felt a little powerless.

At this moment, the surrounding area was as dead as a mound, Xiao Yin couldn't help but look up at the gray sky, and then looked down at the land under his feet, and was a little dazed.

Although Xiao Yin is only a teenager, his mind is very comparable, and now this state of being a little sad and sad will never appear on him on weekdays.

Xiao Yin himself didn't understand when his state of mind changed.

Negative, pessimistic, emotional, helpless......

How can these meaningless, weak and low-level things find themselves?

How many corpses and mountains of blood I have stepped on, how many life and death dangers I have faced, how can I be like a scholar and a corrupt Confucian, giving birth to such a melancholy state of children?

Worried about their parents, and the humble star Hao Yanyue?

Regret not finding out the true identity of Master Xu earlier?

Or are you afraid that you will not be able to undo it in the end?

Xiao Yin didn't know, and he couldn't answer.

Xiao Yin sat under the tree in a daze, like a sculpture, motionless, allowing time to pass little by little until late at night.

Finally, a voice rang out from inside the airhouse.

"It's useless!"

Xiao Yin was taken aback: "Secluded senior." You're here again?"

You Huang snorted coldly: "If you don't make a sound, I'm afraid that you will be in a daze until you are old." ”

Xiao Yin was silent for a moment and said, "The senior of the secluded fence smiled. I don't know what's going on lately, but my mood is constantly fluctuating. ”

Youhuan was also silent for a moment, and instead of teaching Xiao Yin a lesson as before, he said leisurely: "After all, cultivators are flesh and blood, and they all have their own seven emotions and six desires, and no one can escape all the hardships in the world. If you want to see through the world, you may only have to see through the avenue of heaven and earth. Throughout the ages, how many emperors and generals, martial arts geniuses, all of whom have shown their own dazzling light on their respective paths of life, have all made great achievements and great undertakings, and none of them can go down in history and will be talked about, discussed and worshipped by all the people of later generations. But in fact, not all of them were submerged between heaven and earth, and were ruthlessly devoured by heaven and earth. Looking back on everything, what is the significance of their great achievements to them? They will always be just labels hanging on their names, and they will be left to the fingers of others. ”

Xiao Yin listened quietly to what Youhuan said, and was silent for a long time.

After Yu Huang finished speaking, he also seemed to fall into an abnormal state, and did not speak again.

The two of them just started a conversation and ended it abruptly.

After another long time, Xiao Yin looked up at the night sky, which was already as dark as ink, and suddenly said, "What are you living for?"

After a moment, Yu Huang replied in the Qi Mansion, "Maybe you don't need to do anything. To be alive is to live, and there is no need to search for purpose or meaning. Those things are too boring. ”

Xiao Yin said: "The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, love and separation, five yin blazing, and unbelievable. No one seems to be immune. In life, it seems that all my life has been tormented back and forth between these eight sufferings. Even if there is reincarnation in the world, it is still only the reincarnation of these eight sufferings, and no one can escape from it. ”

Youhuang said coldly: "I don't like the monk's set. ”

Xiao Yin said: "I neither like nor hate it. In the past, I only thought that people's destiny could be in their own hands. Right now...... I was a little shaken. In life, has everything already been arranged in the dark? No matter how talented you are and how hard you try, it will be in vain after all?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. The word life is the most difficult to say. The deity only knows that if you become the host of the deity, it is your destiny. ”

Xiao Yin was silent for a long time, and finally slowly said to himself: "Destiny...... Oh, once the destiny has fallen, it is destined. But when I walked on this path, a thought came to me. ”

"What is it?"

Xiao Yin said: "My heart is up to me, not to the sky." ”