In the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, on March 13, Chenjia Village on the edge of the Cave Lake is full of lights today, with people coming and going, and laughter continues.

Chen Dongxun, a member of Chenjia Village, invited the villagers to eat together for three days to celebrate the 15th birthday of his only son, Chen Nian. Chen Nian has been weak and sickly since he was a child, and even almost didn't survive a few times.

Chen Dongxun only had this only son to inherit the Chen family's incense at the age of not being confused, and he regarded Chen Nian as his own heart, and he was really afraid of breaking it in his hand and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.

During her pregnancy, Yao, the mother of the Chen family, went to the local Taoist temple to enter the incense, and met a Taoist who was wearing a lotus crown on his head, wearing a black crane coat and stepping on ten square shoes.

Although the Taoist is said to be dressed in tatters, the lotus crown on the person's head cannot be faked, and no one has made this fake in this Daqi.

Taoist view Yao once said: Mrs. this baby must be a man, this son is also difficult, if there is no change, I am afraid that it will be difficult to pass the early school years,

Hearing this, Yao's face turned pale and asked, "Who is the real person?"

Taoist said: Poor Dao Shangqing Palace Tianyi Daoist, if he follows me up the mountain to practice, he will naturally be safe.

Yao's heart was indecisive and hesitating, but unexpectedly, the Taoist gave the maid five pills, saying that one pill would keep him safe for three years, and he would meet after fifteen years, and then disappeared step by step after speaking.

Chen Nian grew up in this Chenjia Village since he was a child, and he never went out a step, Chenjia Village is not big or small, there are only three horizontal and two vertical alleys with no names, a total of more than 100 households, people surnamed Chen live in two and a half alleys, people surnamed Zhang, people surnamed Liu, live in an alley, people surnamed Zhou, people surnamed Zhao also live in an alley, and there are more than a dozen people with other surnames living in that half of the alley.

Chenjia Village lives on the lake, the family surnamed Chen lives on a high place, and the other surnames live on the lakeside.

The sky is clear this morning, and the nearby villagers also arrived at Chen's house early, and the villagers in the Chen family's compound sit at a table of ten people, you say I sing, you drink and I laugh. It's just that the sky is not beautiful, near noon suddenly there are dark clouds on the top, the wind is howling, and it is about to rain, everyone then remembers the ninth year of the apocalypse, and March 13 is also the Qingming season.

Seeing that it was about to rain, the villagers in the neighborhood remembered to go home to see the pick-up, and immediately said goodbye to Chen Yuanwai and scattered around.

At this time, there were two people outside the Chen family, one was a private school teacher in the village, and the other was a down-and-out Taoist wearing a lotus crown.

The two of them came to the door of Chen's house one after the other, and it happened that Tiangong also began to rain heavily, and the two people at the door were in the rain, but if they looked closely at the teaching book and let the raindrops fall on the cyan robe, they did not see the wet clothes, and the hair was still like this, but the person was three feet in front of him because the rain could not enter the rain.

The gentleman and the Taoist looked at each other and smiled. But there is no one who thinks of the old people. The two walked into Chen's house together.

In the courtyard of the Chen family, a maid dressed in green who seemed to be early spring sprouts was watching the servants clean up the suddenly scattered mat with her hands on her waist, but the little girl pointed to the family to work, and complained that this God was not beautiful.

The little girl's name is Chuncui this year sixteen and a half years old, was picked up on the way back by Chen's mother Yao when she went home to save her relatives, when the child was in swaddling clothes, Chen's mother saw this and took it back to Chen's house, Chen's mother loved almost as her own, and now she is a barbaric girl of the Chen family.

As soon as the gentleman and the Taoist priest entered, they were stopped by the barbarian girl of the Chen family. The girl looked at the two people carefully and was startled, wearing a green shirt and a wooden hairpin, it was not the private school teacher of the school and an unknown middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a tattered green robe with a beautiful crown

Mr. Zhou, why did you come, the rain is over, how to say that it rains, it rains, no wonder people often say that the sky is fickle, people are fickle;

The gentleman just smiled and shook his head and said no,

The Taoist looked at Chuncui and said: Puyu in the world is rare and rare. Jiazi is old and is expected to be at the top of the road.

Chuncui, who was under the eaves, was afraid of Mr. Zhou, but seeing Mr. Zhou at home today was like a ruler rat seeing an adult cat, and he didn't move. At this time, the girl heard someone open the door behind her, and turned around as if she saw a savior.

Dressed in a white plain cloth robe, less than six feet long, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a small round face, a nose that is not erect, and no protruding mouth, the young man came to Mr. Zhou to bow and said: Disciple Chen Nian to meet Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou returned the salute and said: Today is of great significance to you, you should consider yourself, I will take a look.

It turned out that the person who came was the protagonist of today's Chen family, Chen Nian, a disciple of the Chen family,

The Taoist seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with Mr. Zhou's words, looked up at Mr. Zhou, and then stared at Chen Nian, from top to bottom, from the inside out.

He said, "True Heart"

Mr. Zhou slowly turned his head to look at the Taoist, and said with a smile: "The Dao heart is true, the more true it is, the closer it is to falsehood, and the more likely it is to have flaws."

It is difficult for people in the world to cultivate, it is even more difficult for people in the world to cultivate their minds, and it is even more difficult for practitioners to cultivate their minds.

There are things that are not difficult in this world, and Confucianism is more beneficial to cultivating the mind than our Taoism. I don't know what Mr. Zhou means?"

"In that case, then I will take care of him until he is sixteen, and then we will think about it. Is it feasible?"

"Goodness"

The Taoist chief and Mr. Zhou reached an agreement that Mr. Zhou would teach and solve doubts in the five years before the age of nineteen, and after the age of nineteen, the Feng Daoist would serve as the protector of the Tao to teach him the Dao.

The two turned around to look at Chen Nian, and Mr. Zhou asked with a smile, "Chen Nian, are you willing to study with me to learn and cultivate your mind and body?"

Chen Nian looked at the two in front of him, and had no objection to what they said, but he liked to read more than he cultivated himself. My father also told me to be respectful to Mr. Zhou and not to neglect the knowledge taught by Mr. Zhou.

"Mr. Zhou, the student is willing. ”

The Taoist straightened the righteous Daoguan and said: Chen Nian, you don't know me, I have seen you twice, once ten years ago, once today, ten years ago I gave your mother three Qingshen Pills, today I came to see Mr. Zhou, and I also came to see you by the way to give you two things, a book, and an umbrella. I'll pick you up again in six years. ”

"Mr. Zhou is one step ahead and will meet again in six years. After saying that, the Taoist turned around and disappeared in one step.

Chen Nian looked at the things in his hand and looked at Mr. Zhou and smiled bitterly, "How can Mr. Zhou give away things like this? ”

Mr. Zhou glanced at the book and umbrella given by the Taoist, frowned, and seemed to be pondering, this book is the Taoist classic "Tao Jing" is just the first part, as for this umbrella, he can't see it a little.

Mr. Zhou looked down along the handle of the umbrella and saw the word sycamore in the hand of the umbrella handle, and suddenly remembered that Daozu had made three umbrellas with sycamore leaves, and the umbrella handle was engraved with the word sycamore. The sycamore umbrella can hide the sky.

So Mr. Zhou said: "Even if it is given by the people of Fengdao, it is received, this book is studied in the morning and evening, this umbrella can not be taken in the village, if you want to go out, you must carry it with you." Remember to come to the school tomorrow. After speaking, Mr. Zhou slowly walked out of the gate of Chen's house.

Chen Nian gave it to Mr.

"Daoist, the Taoist fifteen years ago," Chen Nian muttered.

Chen Nian suddenly remembered the Taoist that his mother had told him. After her mother met the Taoist on the way back from the incense, she passed the book to the Yao family of Chihuai Kingdom.

In the reply letter, he wrote: Daomen Tianjun, the head of the sect, his words must be true.

Then my parents told me about the general situation of cultivators in the world, and there are roughly two kinds of cultivation in the world, one is Qi and the other is body. The division of the realm of a cultivator is the clearest, Qi cultivation: turning Qi, condensing Qi, refining the gods, enlightening the mind, being dustless, being void, and joining the Tao; physical cultivation: consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, refining the body, steel and iron bones, turning qi and blood into gold, white jade true body, true self insight, breaking through the void and becoming a god; however, there are some other cultivation methods in the world, such as the scholar, whose own knowledge is his own realm, so the Confucian realm is the most difficult to divide.

The light rain outside the window seemed to have no intention of stopping after a day.

It is the most spring February in the world, and the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are folded.

At the end of mid-spring, at the beginning of late spring, the Qingming season will come.

In the Qingming season, the trajectory of change is also good, but there will be rain in the sunshine, and the sky will be sunny after the rain.

The Ming Dynasty is cold, and it is spring again

Spring in Chenjia Village came relatively early, and a few days before the Qingming Festival, the children in the village had already taken Chen Nian to the mountains outside the village to see the peach blossoms all over the mountain after school.

Not long ago, the apricot trees in the backyard of the Chen family were also in full bloom.

The apricot tree is said to have been planted by the ancestors of the Chen family when they built a village here.

Chen Nian was in poor health when he was a child, and his family rarely took him out, let alone go out to play alone.

Therefore, when the children in the neighborhood called him to go out to play, he could only climb the almond tree and watch them go away.

Over time, he also slowly got used to this old tree, and liked it to bloom, blossom, and fall again, until the leaves withered and fell, and the next year went back and forth.

This year, the apricot tree has bloomed again, since Chen Nian was five years old, he has grown a lot taller in five years, but this tree is still like this.

Like the tree, there are also stars in the sky and the old man Ji in the backyard of the house.

The elders of the mountain family and the old people in the village would not directly say the name of the mountain, saying that there was a mountain god in this mountain, and they could not directly say the name of the mountain god, for fear that the mountain god would blame him.

According to the older generation, the young adults in the village don't know whether they believe Chen Nian or not, but all the students in those schools don't believe it. But whether others believe it or not, it is someone else, Chen Nian believes in him, and he believes it deeply.

First, after all, Mr. Zhou's husband also said, 'Zi is silent and strange and confused', and I think it's true.

Second, there are masters in my family who can fly to the sky.

That master is the worship of the family, and his father also respectfully calls him Jishi.

Ji Shi has always lived in the backyard of the house and has never seen him in the front yard. At least he and Chuncui have never seen each other.

It's just that it seems that in addition to being afraid of Master Ji and naming him Old Man Ji, everyone else is a little afraid of Old Man Ji.

Obviously such a tall old man, although he doesn't like activities, he is always a kind old man. Why are people afraid of him?

Chen Nian sat on the apricot tree in the backyard, looking at the endless starry sky, and said helplessly: "I will go to Tianmu Mountain with Mr. Zhou tomorrow to study and study, and I can finally go out of the house, although it is still near home, but it is generally good, but Mr. Zhou said that if I go to the school tomorrow, I can only go home at the beginning and end of the month, and I am not allowed to go home at other times." In this way, I haven't been able to see my parents and Sister Chuncui for a long time, and by the way, there is also Old Man Ji and this big apricot tree. ”

"What to do, what to do!"

"What's wrong?" I don't know when Old Man Ji was already standing under the apricot tree and looking at the fifteen-year-old child

Chen Nian looked helpless, stretched out his head to look at the old man under the tree, as if he was used to his silent comings and goings.

"Tomorrow I will follow Mr. Zhou to the school, Mr. Zhou told me to go to the school on the other side of Dongshan, and there are only two days a month to go home to visit my parents. ”

Old man Ji looked at the child on the tree, roughly understood his thoughts, and said with a smile: "Isn't there still two days in every month?"

The old man can laugh, and the children on the tree are used to it, but in the Chen family's compound, the people outside are afraid that they don't believe that this old man can laugh when they tell them.

After listening to the old man's words, Chen Nian frowned, and the helplessness on his face seemed to be even more.

"But old man Ji, it takes two days to walk from home to Dongshan, and it is four days to go back and forth, how can I stay at home for two days?"

Old man Ji didn't answer him, but suddenly asked, "Boy Chen, do you want to go and see the sea." ”

"The sea, don't we have a sea here?" Chen Nian was puzzled, how could this old man Ji be weird today.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the real sea. ”

Old man Ji didn't wait for Chen Nian to agree, grabbed Chen Nian with his right hand, and the two of them were in the sky high in an instant. Heading to the east.

This frightened the little girl Chuncui in the courtyard, who was secretly watching Chen Nian and the strange old man muttering something at the door, why did they disappear in the blink of an eye?

The little girl hurriedly ran to tell Mrs. Yao, maybe she was frightened by the scene just now, maybe she was tired from running all the way, and she finally told Mrs. Yao about the matter intermittently.

As a result, Yao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, telling Chuncui, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The little girl was stunned.

Yao looked to the east, was Mr. Ji finally willing to make a move?

It was not only Chuncui who was stunned, but also Chen Nian, who was standing on the East China Sea.

The sea that I don't understand, the sky that I don't understand, and the old man Ji who doesn't understand.

The next morning,

is still a little confused, Chen Nian, who has not eased up, still can't believe what he saw yesterday,

The endless sea, the water and the sky in the eyes, and the old man Ji who stood in the sky and the green robe clanged in the wind.

Old man Ji, is it a god?

The ten-year-old boy got up and sat cross-legged on the bed and said to himself: "Mother once said that there are some cultivators in this world, and when the Tao is high, they become immortals, and they have the ability to shake the sky and the earth, calling the wind and rain, and it turns out that Old Man Ji is the same. “

After the boy got up and washed, he came to the backyard and found that Old Man Ji seemed to be waiting for him.

"Chen Nian, I took you to see the real sea yesterday, and today I will take you to see the real mountain. The highest in the world!"

"These three-year-old children know that if you ask the highest mountain in the world, it should be Mowen Peak in Zhoushan Country, and it can be seen in most places in the surrounding four countries. Why do you want to take me to see it, old man Ji?" Chen Nian blurted out, his face full of uncontrollable joy.

"Then let's go?" After speaking, without waiting for Chen Nian to reply, Old Man Ji grabbed Chen Nian, and the two disappeared in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Nian just felt that his feet were on the ground, so he looked around, but his face was full of doubts.

"Old man Ji, is this Mo Wen Peak? My mother told me that standing on the top of Mo Wen Peak, you can see the Hengqing Ancient Tree of our Evergreen Country, why can't you find it here?"

Only then did Chen Nian realize that today's old man Ji was wearing a dark robe, with a green wood crown and long hair on his head, standing on the top of the mountain with the wind was so strange, so similar to the immortals in the novel.

Old man Ji looked at Chen Nian and said calmly; Chen boy, old man Ji, I will go home after a while, before I will take you to see the real mountains, rivers and rivers, this place is called Changyang Mountain, it is a god in the flood period after his death, this place has a lot of relationship with you, you need to uncover it yourself in the future. Now you have to study Confucianism with Mr. Zhou, the old man has nothing to give you, only one sentence, remember it. “

"My own way to the sky, the sky is three feet and two inches away from the first one, and the earth is 108,000 miles thick. ”

After speaking, Chen Nian fell directly to the ground and fell asleep, and was protected by a light and slowly flew to the evergreen tree in the east, at this time, Changyang Mountain lightning and thunder, the wind tore apart, and the red clouds destroyed the city, as if someone was roaring, someone was whispering, and someone was laughing......

And Old Man Ji's body volleyed into the air and flew into the depths of the thunderclouds step by step.

At this time, the phantom of a river appeared around the old man's body, and the river seemed to be still flowing slowly, which was a little too ordinary compared to the thunderstorm in the air.

As the old man Ji flew higher and higher, the thunder in the red cloud became more and more restless, its color was like ink, its momentum was like an arrow, its sound was like a crack in the sky, and the black thunder rushed to smash towards the old man Ji, but every time those black thunderbolts entered the three feet around the old man Ji, they would disappear inexplicably. From big to small, from small to nothing.

Gradually, the black thunder was mixed with some lightning that was as wide as blood, and these lightning easily entered the old man Ji's body three feet away, but it still couldn't touch his body, even a piece of clothing was difficult to touch.

The thunder shook the sky, the lightning shined brightly, if there are cultivators who can see it, they must know that this vision is either a certain Taoist friend in the next tribulation, or there is a heaven and earth treasure, the birth of a miracle weapon.

However, the momentum is so great, as if the end times are coming

Perhaps, it was the old man Ji who flew slowly, maybe it was too high on this day and the clouds were too thick,

After a stick of incense, Old Man Ji had already entered the deepest part of the clouds, and there were boundless black clouds around here, which could not be seen by the supernatural powers. At this point, the black thunder and blood-colored lightning had disappeared, and in their place were only the white humanoid avatars of the heavenly thunder, who either held swords in one hand, ring knives in their hands, or dust-wipers in their hands, and even more clubs on their shoulders or rosaries in their hands......

All kinds of things, each in its own image.

Seeing this, the old man Ji finally smiled, and said: "My Ji Lixu was born in the ancient Ji Shui Ji family, and has been cultivating for thousands of years, and I have seen and participated in the battle of the end times, and I am fortunate to be able to survive with a broken body to this day. Life and death are vast, life is not life, death is death. Heaven's Punishment, Please!

After finishing speaking, the incarnations of the heavenly thunder standing in the sky all around, the figure seemed to be condensed a little, and it became a little real, and there were even a few incarnations that seemed to have opened their eyes and looked down on this world.

However, after the incarnation of the humanoid heavenly thunder, there is a faint stone gate that reveals the atmosphere of recklessness, and its door is about three zhang two feet high and about one zhang wide, and it looks like someone who has piled up bluestone.

However, Ji Lixu knows that this is his ultimate goal for thousands of years. Although this cyan stone gate seems to be artificially created like a knife cut and neat all around, this stone gate is produced by heaven and earth, and has existed since the birth of this world, and there are legends that this stone gate is older than this world, and this door is a starting point of another world. Suddenly, a bluestone paved road extended from the stone gate to Ji Lixu's feet.

The silent heaven and earth, the silent Changyang Mountain, as Ji Lixu took the lead in breaking the silence and walking towards the stone gate, the surrounding heavenly thunder incarnations also instantly killed this lonely passerby, the instantaneous heavenly thunder incarnation, and the instantly broken dark robe.

Originally, the incarnation of gentleness was only furious after Ji Lixu stepped on the stone road. These days, the incarnations of thunder are lined up on both sides of the stone road and constantly attack the pedestrians on the road, and if you count them, there are nine hundred and eighty-one people.

The eighty-one incarnations of heavenly thunder are actually the traces of the eighty-one righteous gods left in the world in ancient times, absorbed and recorded in heaven and earth, and become a part of the thunder tribulation.

Like an arrow shuttling through the streamer, can you catch it?

Chen Nianzi went to Changyang Mountain with Old Man Ji, and after being sent back by Old Man Ji, he slept for three days and three nights. Chen Dongxun saw Chen Nian who was unconscious at that time, and although he tried his best to remain calm, the look in his eyes could not be hidden. The Chen family has been a child for several generations or is nearly half a hundred years old, and the slightest bump is distressed, but after going out with Old Man Ji this time, he fell asleep for three days and three nights. It's really scary.

At the beginning of the sun, everything is silent, as if they are waiting for a new day.

At the beginning of the scorching sun, Chen Nian, who had slept in the wing room of the back garden of Chen's mansion for three days and three nights, also woke up with today's rising sun.

Chen Nian opened his eyes, and the first person he saw was the old man Ji in a dark robe, to be precise, the old man Ji was waiting for him to wake up.

"Just wake up, you kid I thought you were going to sleep for two more days, the young man's health is just poor, learn from the old man. ”

"Old man Ji, you are embarrassed to compare with me, you are not ashamed to compare your beard with such a long beard and a child. Do you have to sleep for two more days?Old man Ji, what do you mean I have slept for a long time?" After speaking, Chen Nian turned over and jumped up, standing on the bed, a pair of small eyes were bulging, and he looked at Old Man Ji incredulously.

Old man Ji looked at Chen Nian helplessly, and said, "Some people are so tired that they have been in bed for three days and three nights after climbing the mountain. I usually tell the old people how I am... Not ashamed, not ashamed. ”

After listening, Chen Nianpan sat on the bed, supported his chin with one hand, and muttered: "No, old man Ji, how do I remember that day you seemed to be able to fly, it seems that you took me to fly up the mountain, that mountain is so high." What does the mountain look like? Why can't I remember?"

"Say you're a young man, and you're still arguing, and you're hallucinating before you do?" Old man Ji stroked his beard with one hand, tilted his head and squinted his eyes.

Chen Nian was suspicious of what the old man said, shook his head, simply ignored him, got up and washed.

Who knew that Old Man Ji would not let him go and followed him, but at this time, the smile in his eyes was half lost and half lost, "Chen boy, old man, I want to go to a distant place, it may take a long time,...... Probably won't come back. ”

Hearing the previous words, Chen Niangang wanted to say to the old man, "You old man still have to go to a distant place for a long time? However, the latter words did make him feel very surprised, even a little uncomfortable and a loss that he had not noticed.

Chen Nian stopped, withdrew the hand that was about to open the door, turned around and said, "If you don't come back, are you going home, old man Ji?" ”

"Listen, is this what people say? I'm just saying that there's a small chance that I won't come, and you're saying as if I'm going out and ascending to heaven. Old man Ji looked at this child who looked at him with tears in his eyes, and without saying a word, he stretched out his right index finger and pointed at the center of Chen Nian's eyebrows, only to see that Old Man Ji's index finger was covered by a cyan light.

From time to time, Old Man Ji withdrew his finger and said to Chen Nian, "Chen Nian, close your eyes and see what is in your mind?"

After finishing speaking, Chen Nian closed his eyes and thought in a concentration, a local yellow book appeared in his mind, slightly vicissitudes, with a bit of worn, a look at the cover, there are two big characters on it, "Heart Sutra", if it weren't for Chen Nian had learned ancient Chinese from Old Man Ji, I am afraid that I would not know these two words. Looking closely at the word "Heart Sutra", the light exuding like the sun is really dazzling, and then I want to see what is written in the book but I only feel dizzy, Chen Nian quickly opened his eyes,

Looking at Old Man Ji curiously, excited, "Old Man Ji, what is this?

Old man Ji was unusual, without the seemingly unreliable before, and looked at Chen Nian calmly, "What is this, you will know in the future, but there is one thing, this is a secret between you and me, God knows that you know and I know, there must not be a third person who knows, can you do it?"

Looking at Old Man Ji's serious expression, Chen Nian also knew a bit of seriousness, and clenched his right hand into a fist, "No problem, Old Man Ji." ”

Old man Ji stretched out his right palm again and gently touched Chen Nian's head, and suddenly smiled: "Chen Nian, I'm leaving, in case I can't come back, you can come to Ji Shui to see me in the future, by the way, old man, my name is Ji Lixu." I can fly" After speaking, Old Man Ji opened the door, and then flew into the backyard and said goodbye.

The next day, Chen Nian, who woke up in the morning, washed up and went to the main hall to bid farewell to his parents.

"It will take about a day to go to the mountain from Chenjiazhuang to the mountain school, and my father plans to let you go to the inn at the foot of the mountain today for a night, and then go up the mountain early tomorrow morning. Chen Dongxun sat on a chair and planned today's itinerary for Chen Nian.

Chen's mother pulled Chen Nian and chattered beside her, "When you go out, you must be careful and pay more attention, you must be kind to others, and you must be ...... to prevent people."

Chen Nian heard that his left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he said in his heart: "It's not necessarily a bad thing to go out to study. ”

After a fugue in the world, Chen's mother finally ended her advice. Chen Nian hurriedly shouted: "Mother, the child remembers, remembers, but if I don't leave now, I'm going to have lunch soon." ”

Mother Chen touched Chen Nian's head with her hand, and said with a smile: "Are you disgusted with your mother, I am too long-winded, you haven't been out of the house, I don't tell you, how do you know." After speaking, he picked up a small green bamboo bookcase from the table, as well as a few silver tickets and a few broken silver.

There will be no chatter in his ears, but he is a little reluctant in his heart, and the young man finally walked out of the house.

Wearing a cyan robe, carrying a small bookcase, he still carried fifty taels of silver tickets and ten taels of silver that his mother had forced into him before leaving, saying that it was just in case. This silver ticket was asked by my mother to go to the outside Tianfeng Silver Village to redeem it, and it is said that as long as it is a silver ticket issued by this Tianfeng Yinhao, it can be passed in all countries on the mainland.

Walking out of the entrance of Chenjiazhuang and looking back at the place where he had lived for ten years, Chen Nian, who had left home for the first time, also felt a little sad and reluctant.

In the past, Old Man Ji often said to Chen Nian: It is better to read ten thousand books than to walk thousands of miles, Chen Nian has always been puzzled, and Old Man Ji only said that he would know in the future, but today he walked these dozens of miles, as if he saw a little meaning.

No matter how elegant and beautiful the words in the book are, they are as good as a wild grass growing on this road and an unknown flower that quietly blooms.

After the Qingming Festival, the rain gradually increased, and the sheep farm road in the countryside was full of verdant green grass, as well as the small purple flowers that I don't know the name, paving this dark path, as if it was their nature, and freedom was also their nature.

On the third pole of the day, Chen Nian, who had been traveling for a long time, finally saw a teahouse on the side of the road, only to see that there were four large wooden sticks with a thick bowl around the teahouse, covered with a piece of old cloth that might have been washed and whitish, although the old cloth was broken but clean, and there were three larger wooden tables and a smaller one neatly placed in the simple shed, but the paint on the wooden table was almost gone.

Chen Nianlai's dilapidated wooden table, turning his head left and right, there were four people and four tables sitting in the small teahouse. A man seemed to be asleep at the small table against the pillar that supported the tea shed, and the other three sat at a table each, an old monk, a scholar, and a big bearded man.