Chinese New Year's Eve, Liuyun Mountain, Liuyun Hall.

The Liuyun Hall is on the left side of the Liuyun Hall, and the area is very large. It is more than 20 zhang long and more than 10 zhang wide. It can accommodate hundreds of large round tables and enough for thousands of people to gather together.

At this time, there were only ten round tables in Liuyun Hall, which was enough for less than a hundred people in Liuyun Mountain.

A table is full of wine, meat and food, poultry and livestock, and fresh seafood. Mushrooms in the mountains, a family portrait of milk soup stewed with various ingredients. Dried fruit preserves, fruit wine, rice wine, old wine. Extremely rich.

Wang Daofan, the head of Liuyun, personally took the master of the five halls of Liuyun to pay New Year's greetings to all the disciples of Liuyun Mountain.

Today is the Chinese New Year, not more than ever. The disciples did not need to be restrained, they could just eat and drink. The rise of drinking is inevitably not big or small. shouted five and drank six one by one, laughing and noisy without a proper shape.

But the laughter and noise of the disciples can only be regarded as a small amount compared to a few hall masters.

The hall master of the hall by the hall drank a lot of wine at this time, and he was drunk, and his face was flushed.

Regardless of Mrs. Han's white painting here, she staggered towards Han Molin. Raising his hand, he said:

"Han Molin, when the old lady was still a little sister, you kid made the little sister wait for two years. Two years. When the little sister sees your brother Han again, you, there are already white paintings by your side. Bai Hua was born in a family, martial arts, character, and appearance really have to be picked. The white painting is better than the little sister, and the little sister recognizes it...... Why did the little sister admit it!"

Han Molin was as drunk as he was, and said:

"Yue'er. Back then, I was the one who lost you. I'm too bad to be worthy of you. But why are you ......?"

Uncle Yue staggered to Han Molin's lap, put his arms around Han Molin's neck, and said softly in his ear:

"My little sister will never marry for the rest of her life, so that Brother Han's chest will always be in pain. Even if you are reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes, you can't forget your little sister. Hee-hee-hee. ”

Han Molin didn't have any soft ears on weekdays at this time, and looked at each other affectionately with Uncle Yue. Holding the hand of Uncle Yue, he rubbed it slowly, and said:

"You're still the same as before, you can easily kill me. Rest assured, you don't have to live forever. When I die in this life, I will take out this heart with my own hands and return it to you. So much better. ”

When Uncle Yue heard this, he immediately became anxious, and with a slap, Han Molin's face suddenly swollen with an obvious red handprint.

Uncle Yue continued to scold loudly:

"You Han boy's heart is the old lady's slender heart, what qualifications do you have to mess around! Keep this heart for the old lady, if this heart is a little bad. Mother, mother and you are desperate. The old lady also took out your heart and returned it to you. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Yue grabbed his hand to his chest, and Han Molin hurriedly blocked it. At this moment, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Han Mo Lin hugged Moon Master Bo Yue tighter, and said in a gentle tone:

"I'm good, I'm a very good kid. Make sure that this heart will not go wrong at all. ”

Yue Xian's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she said shyly:

"Brother Han, my little sister always can't help you. ”

Everyone present had been holding back a bad smile from Han Molin and Yue Xian Xian's big drama for a long time, and finally couldn't help it at this time. All kinds of coaxing, cheering, and cheering are endless.

And the most wonderful thing is that the one who led the coaxing, applauding, and applauding was actually Mrs. Han's white painting.

At this time, Bai Hua was also drunk, holding a small wine jar in his left hand, and took a sip from time to time. The right hand kept waving, and the mouth was still shouting,

"It's good, dare to love and dare to hate is you Han Molin. The old lady didn't choose wrong, she never made a mistake. ”

Han Molin turned a blind eye to his wife's white painting's actions, and only hugged Yue Xian Xian.

The crowd just cheered, applauded, and cheered. There are no weird and puzzled expressions. Because everyone has long been accustomed to it, almost every year during the Chinese New Year, there will be such a play.

is also used to it, and the next morning, Han Molin was chased and killed by Bai Hua. Jumping up and down on Liuyun Mountain, embarrassed.

Everyone ate and drank almost enough, and I don't know who started to set off fireworks outside.

After a while, with a few loud noises, all kinds of fireworks rose one after another in Liuyun Square in Liuyun Mountain.

The fireworks come in different styles, but they are all brilliant and dreamlike.

There are explosion-and-shoot styles, garland styles, line-like staggered patterns, planar dot-like distribution styles, and huge ball patterns.

The different colors of the fireworks reflect the different brilliance on the faces of everyone in Liuyun Mountain.

Most people's expressions are happy and delighted. There are only three beauties who are as beautiful as fairies.

It's none other than Dongfang Wan, Han Yuning, and Tong Die, who are implicated in Lin Zhanqing's thoughts.

Dongfang Wan has a cold look all year round, like a 10,000-year-old iceberg. Even if it is the Chinese New Year in previous years, it will not be an exception.

But at this time, there was a trace of inexplicable sadness in Dongfang Wan's eyes of the 10,000-year-old iceberg. With that cold face, it was like the coldest moonlight in winter.

It's hard to describe what it feels like, but in short, it's heart-wrenching.

And Han Yuning is not as subtle as Dongfang Wan, and the whole person has long been out of her mind. His eyes were full of anticipation, helplessness and sadness. At this time, he looked at the fireworks stupidly, clasped his hands together, and didn't know what he was wishing.

As for Tong Die, there were a few teardrops on his face. There was no other sad expression, just a few teardrops. Tong Die didn't wipe it, as if she was deliberately keeping her tears pure.

After a year of task training, life and death fighting, the Liuyun disciples were already exhausted. But in this New Year's fireworks, the Liuyun disciple seemed to release all the negative emotions.

It's rare to be so happy, frolicking and cheering one by one. It wasn't until they were completely tired that they couldn't make any more noise, so they helped each other back to sleep in each hall.

......

The Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the last carnival of the Spring Festival. After the Lantern Festival, it means that the Spring Festival is officially over.

But in the early morning of the Lantern Festival, five disciples of Liuyun Mountain appeared in Liguang Town, three hundred miles away from Liuyun Mountain. These five people are, Yu Wen, the third disciple of the Earth Instrument Hall, and Du Yuan, the fifth disciple. The three disciples of the hall are Tong Die. The two disciples of the Yanwu Hall feasted cold. and Yuantang's senior sister Han Yuning.

What kind of task is so urgent? Want the five elite disciples of Liuyun Mountain to set off before the Lantern Festival?

......

It's still today's Lantern Festival, a bleak wilderness, a few lonely brick houses. The brick house still looks quite new, but it's dusty. It seems to be uninhabited all year round.

At this time, in a brick house. A young man in white knelt at a wooden table in the hall.

On the wall next to the wooden table hangs a portrait. The family of three in the portrait is simply outlined with lines.

The young man, Lin Zhanqing, knelt like this. Not a word, just kneeling.

Lin Zhanqing's face was full of tiredness and exhaustion. And it's no wonder. In half a month, dozens of horses were changed and a distance of 2,000 miles was driven. On the day of the Lantern Festival, I rushed here.

This Lin Zhanqing has long lost his home.

All this, just to kneel here.

Lin Zhanqing knelt from early morning to noon, the morning mist dissipated little by little, and the sun became more and more abundant.

From the early morning to the noon full of life. Lin Zhanqing finally couldn't kneel anymore and fell to the ground. After a while, he slowly got up from the ground.

At this time, Lin Zhanqing's face was no longer expressionless, and his eyes were no longer empty. It seems that it was really Lin Zhanqing's father and mother, who gave Lin Zhanqing incredible strength.

Wanderer, no matter what, wander the world to the ends of the world as home. There is always one most cherished place in my heart, called home.

Lin Zhanqing walked out of the courtyard gate and led the horse tied to the tree. He took an apple out of the blanket of his horse and nibbled on it.

In a few bites, the apple was finished. Lin Zhanqing stepped on the horse, dropped a horsewhip, and walked away.

Lin Zhanqing's dashing figure galloping on a horse gradually blurred, blending with the dazzling light of the sun, and was invisible.

......

On the second day, on the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, I went to the Heart Zen Temple.

Lin Zhanqing tied the horse and walked straight into the Heart Meditation Temple.

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there is a place to give incense.

It's still the seventeen or eighteen-year-old novice with a round head and a round brain, and the little novice still looks the same respectful as everyone. Whether it is the person who gives the silver, the person who gives the copper plate, or the person who gives nothing, they all have the same look of respect.

Lin Zhanqing picked up three sticks of sandalwood and put down five copper plates. Put your hands together and salute. The mouth said:

"Amitabha," the same as that day.

The little novice had always been the same, and quickly returned the salute, and said in his mouth:

"Amitabha. ”

After paying homage to the incense, Lin Zhanqing walked towards the teahouse in the courtyard. In the meditation room next to it, the same voice came,

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. What does this mean? In layman's terms, you don't have to worry too much about everything. Where there is suffering, there is happiness, there is sadness, there is beauty, there is ugliness, and there is prosperity, there is poverty. Cloudy and sunny, the four seasons rotate, it is better than that. And all these changes are nothing more than fate coming and going. It's an illusion, and there's no reality to be gained. Why should Hongchen beings be obsessed with this?"

When Lin Zhanqing heard this, in his eyes that had already regained his vitality. And a little more peace, a little calm.

Although it was only a slight change, Lin Zhanqing seemed to be a different person. The posture has become tall and natural, and it is much more free.

Lin Zhanqing became confident, calm, and free at this time. has been freed from the whirlpool of distress.

In the teahouse of the Heart Zen Temple, it is still the monk in his thirties with a national character face. The same asks:

"Are the donors' troubles better?"

Lin Zhanqing did not smile wryly like last time, but calmly looked at the monk's eyes, his face was hearty, he smiled slightly, and said:

"Perhaps. ”

When the monk saw this, his face was overjoyed, and he congratulated:

"The donor really has great wisdom, as the so-called does not break and does not stand, and breaks and stands. Just as the phoenix bathes in fire, Nirvana is reborn. It's just that the more wise the donor is, the more difficult the tribulation will be in the future. The little monk has a few words, please keep in mind the donor. Hongchen has a big dream, even if it is loved, hated, greedy, and hated, even if it is extremely stupid. It's just a flash, false busy, and nothing can be obtained. Buddhism is based on empty words, and the empty heart can accommodate all things. The mountains, rivers, and the earth, and the void universe are all phantoms in my heart. In this way, there is nothing that cannot be seen, let go, or broken. The little monk said a few nonsense, and the donor didn't laugh. After the monk finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and saluted Lin Zhanqing.

Lin Zhanqing seemed to have feelings about the deep meaning in the monk's words. But it's hard to comprehend for a while. As I was thinking about it, I didn't seem to see the monk's salute.

The monk didn't react to Lin Zhanqing, and concentrated on understanding what he said. Not only was he not angry, but his face was overjoyed.

I made myself a cup of tea and sipped it carefully.