Shizi Mountain, in the east of Qingyao County, looks like a pile of stones as a whole, the pattern is clear, there are many plants and flowers in the mountains, it does not wither in autumn, climb the pavilion on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the whole Qingyao County.

On the top of the mountain, Dong Nanyan looked at the scenery of the county town divided into two by a ribbon, and beside him, Cao Wan'er, who had changed into a light blue dress, sat on the edge of the cliff, shaking her legs.

Ma Cheng sat in the pavilion, drinking a bowl of tea brewed from a mountain spring, and enjoyed: "It's really good to have a comfortable day." ”

Dong Nanyan's thoughts floated, and when he went up the mountain, he heard Ma sincerely say that Xinnanguo is just a small remote country, and this Qingyao County is just one of the counties in a small remote country, and there are so many joys and sorrows, so the outside world is so big, the young man dare not imagine.

Dong Nanyan just wanted to think about whether there would be less suffering and more contentment in the world.

Because it's bitter, it's really not delicious.

Qiao Zhuangyuan, who returned from the county guard's mansion, squatted by the Qingbai River alone, a little distracted, the crisis in Qingyao County had been resolved, but those innocent sacrificed people could never come back, and the woman who was like a hibiscus out of the water would never be seen again.

Qingyao County, a somewhat dilapidated Yuelao Temple, the old scholar with the bookcase squatted on the steps, stretched out his hand and patted the bookbox beside him, sighed, and then shook his head and smiled, looking at the inscriptions of the men and women on the wall, the old scholar found an inconspicuous place, lifted the pen, and the handwriting was crooked, like an earthworm crawling.

Lovers eventually become married.

The old scholar sighed his pen, "There has to be a big reunion." ”

On the shore, someone gently patted Qiao Zhuangyuan on the shoulder.

The man looked up and saw that it was the face that was forever engraved in his mind when they met at the temple fair before.

In the gazebo, sweat flowed from the top of Senior Sister Qian's head, not because of the hot weather, the day in September and October was very cool, and in the sight of the short-haired woman, there was an old scholar with a bookcase on his back, slowly coming to the gazebo. Senior Sister Qian still remembers the scene of the old scholar stoned the young man to death in the county guard's mansion, but don't come to trouble her, you can't just say that those books are vulgar and obscene, you have to stone her to death.

Sensing the oncoming old scholar, Ma stood up sincerely, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue that day." ”

After picking up a pen and writing from the Yuelao Temple, the old scholar who came to Shizi Mountain stopped and said with a smile: "No thanks, no thanks, little things, little things." ”

Don't dare to snub this inconspicuous master, Ma said respectfully: "Seniors have something to do here?"

Laughing and walking to the side of the mountain, the old scholar said loudly: "The mountains here are good, the water is good, of course I came to chant a poem." ”

After thinking about it for a while, the old scholar who carried the bookcase on his back said loudly: "Qingbai River, the river is white and green, there are lotus flowers in the Qingbai River, and there are toads on the lotus flowers. ”

A poem stunned Dong Nanyan, who was full of thoughts, and Cao Wan'er, who was shaking her legs on the side of the mountain, laughed and trembled, and Senior Sister Qian couldn't be afraid, so she covered her mouth and snickered.

Only Ma Cheng held back a smile and clapped his hands and said, "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

The old scholar rubbed his hands and pointed at Ma sincerely, "People in the same way, people in the same way, come on, you can tell me about the good in my poem." ”

The horse laughed heartily, okay? There's a fart advantage! This fart is wrong.

The old scholar waved his hand, "Don't tight, don't tight, think slowly, think slowly, I'll enjoy the scenery again, and then I'll have another song." ”

Carrying the bookcase on his back, he easily walked to Dong Nanyan's side, and Ma Xinxin and the young man stood side by side, looking into the distance.

"Little doll, you're also a reader?"

Dong Nanyan shook his head lightly, what kind of reader he is, he just has read a few books.

The old scholar looked at the taciturn young man and chuckled: "You doll, how old is this, just so sad and taciturn, you should smile and play more if you have nothing to do." ”

Dong Nanyan was stunned for a moment, and what the old scholar in front of him said was the same as Grandpa Dong's advice.

Putting down the bookcase, the old scholar sat cross-legged on the ground, motioned for the young man to sit down as well, and asked, "Something on your mind?"

Dong Nanyan sat on the ground and shook his head, "No." ”

"Still say no?", the old scholar pointed to the young man's face, "It's all written on his face." ”

Dong Nanyan blushed a little, looked at the bottom of the mountain, and asked: "Old man, you are an immortal, why do you say that there are so many hardships in the world, why do so many good people not get good rewards?"

Old Shuchang sighed, "You can ask me this question, this question is difficult." ”

With his hands on his lap, the old scholar asked, "Let me ask you first, you have read books and experienced things, so do you know what good and evil are?"

The young man thought for a moment and said without thinking: "Good is to do good deeds, and evil is to do things that harm others." ”

The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Young man, you are wrong, the world is impermanent, how many people under the guise of goodwill, loyalty and filial piety, in private, swords and swords, and hidden arrows hurt people." How many so-called good people punish the wicked more evil than the wicked. How many people's so-called good intentions are bad things for others. How many people have unavoidable hardships and do evil things? How many people are evil in their hearts, but they hope for the blessing of the gods in their hearts, and ask for peace of mind?"

Dong Nanyan was speechless.

The old scholar took the young man's hand, "I see that you are also a cultivator, so what do you say you are practicing for?"

Dong Nanyan thought about it, what is the purpose of cultivation? Others don't know what the young man is for, but he, he must be trying to survive!

The old scholar smiled, "From ancient times to the present, everyone wants to be strong, want to be better and more outstanding than others, everyone worships strength and believes in strength, this is not wrong, but it should never be on the road of chasing power, and lose all the kindness and compassion of human nature." ”

The old scholar sighed, "How difficult it is to become a master, but to become a good person is sometimes more difficult than to become a master." ”

"In this world, your kindness and compassion will be ridiculed, your smile for no reason will be more suspicious and wary than the fierce gods, and people will only believe in fists, not tears. ”

The old scholar told the boy a story: "In the Buddhist scriptures, it is said that a disciple asked the Buddha to ask the Buddha for the principles of the world, and the Buddha said, you have come here because you think that I will tell you these principles, but if a person is poisoned by an arrow, and the pain is unbearable, should we first go to find out the cause of the arrow, find out who shot the arrow, and how the arrow was made? After knowing this, I am afraid that this person would have died long ago." Couldn't we just pull out this poisoned arrow in the first place and treat the wounded?"

Dong Nanyan's mind was turbulent, "There is no reason for goodness?"

The old scholar laughed, "Good!"

Even if he sits cross-legged, the old scholar who is still a little unstable still wants to say something to the young man, without him, such a good seedling, the old man who has run out of oil and the lamp wants to say more, even if it is a little bit.

"In this world, we need good, but if everyone is like you, sitting on the mountain, burying their heads in hard thinking, what is good, what is evil, why there are so many injustices in the world, why there are so many hardships in the world, then what's the use, you just want a hundred years, ten thousand years, no use for fart!"

Stretching out his hand and wiping the corners of his mouth, the old scholar said: "I don't want to change something? You pull up the scholar by the river is changing, you are holding a sword in front of the girl, you are also changing, I am afraid that it is insignificant to this world, but it is always changing bit by bit, they are all readers, the most simple and easy to understand, haven't you read the cliché truth?

The old man stood up from the ground tremblingly, took out a book from the bookcase beside him, and handed it to the young man, "Don't dislike it, it doesn't hurt to give this bookbox to you, but I met a junior before, and I thought about giving it to him, so I regretted it." ”

After the old man in front of the young man handed over the book, he stretched his waist, picked up the bookcase, and threw it outward, falling into the ribbon-like river.

The young man who flowed into the heart lake held the book in his hand and wondered: "Old man, why are you telling me this?"

Touching the young man's head, the old scholar smiled and said: "Don't think too much, you should be, people are dying, and their words are good." ”

Ignoring the young man's surprised eyes, the old man looked into the distance, thought of what he had seen in the past few days, and said to himself: "Although the sea of bitterness is difficult to cross, the flowers in the world always bloom. ”

Turning around, the old man smiled at the young man before his figure drifted away: "It's good to have you flowers in the world." ”

The breeze is gentle, and Qingyao County is gently swept from Shizi Mountain.

Those who die in vain will be blessed and will have a life to come.

On the mountain, except for the young man, everyone who didn't hear the old scholar speak just now was a little curious, why did the figure of the old man suddenly disappear?

Ma Cheng, who had been thinking about how to say the benefits in the poem, asked Dong Nanyan from the bottom of his heart: "Xiaoyou, what about the old-timers?"

The boy stood up, looked at the book in his hand, and said softly.

"Gone. ”

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Above the Boundless Palace, there is a sea of clouds, in a large hall, the clouds are shrouded in mist, and opposite the clouds, a young man who looks like a young man sits cross-legged on the clouds.

"Senior brother, how can I endure this breath in the Boundless Palace!When will the master come out of the customs?", Yun Youya, who was almost stoned to death in the floating sea mountain, had a cold light flashing in his eyes, how many years have it been, and someone dared to suppress the Boundless Palace, making him and his senior brother lose the face of the Boundless Palace!

The young man sitting cross-legged on the opposite side said indifferently: "Forbearance, just go and alarm the master for this little thing, how can I, the hall master, be? Besides, what can the master do to take down the old thing of the sacred mountain?"

Yun Youya clenched his fists, "I just can't swallow this breath." ”

The young man smiled lightly and pointed to the top of his head, "What's the hurry? When the time comes, someone will naturally punish you." ”

Yun Youya raised his head and waited for someone to be punished?

Thundered!

The sea of clouds was torn apart by the starlight, and in the sky above the Boundless Palace, the stars twinkled, the starlight gathered, and a figure stepped on the starlight of the heavens and walked towards the Boundless Palace.

"Which grandson is called Yun Youya? Get out!"

In the main hall, Yun Youya was furious, how could he bear being insulted like this in front of his house!

Before Yun Youya could make a move, outside the hall, there were already disciples of the Boundless Hall who made a move, teaching this presumptuous madman in front of the master a lesson!

The sun is shining in all directions, and the streamers are flashing wildly.

Countless spiritual treasures smashed towards that person.

The man did not dodge or dodge, and the starlight around him flickered, as if the light of the stars was gathered on the man.

Letting the spirit treasure magic weapon smash indiscriminately, the man who did not move at all counted lightly in the streamer.

"Three!"

"Two!"

In the hall, the young man sitting on the clouds snapped his fingers, and the sea of clouds above the Boundless Hall dispersed, and a cloud mirror was revealed, shining brightly.

Yun Wuya, who looked like a young man, sneered, "Arrogant Divine Mountain disciple, really my Wuya Hall is easy to bully?"

Above, the man was a little annoyed, he didn't count it, he stretched out his hand to probe, and the starlight converged into a big hand and grabbed it towards the main hall.

Destroy the wither!

Forcefully grabbed the old man opposite Yun Wuya in the palm of his hand and pulled him in front of him!

The current hall master of the Boundless Palace, looking at Yun Wuya, who was taken away in front of his junior brother, was furious, "Since you are looking for death yourself, then you can't complain about others if you die in my Boundless Palace!"

The cloud mirror shines, as if it can illuminate the heavens and all regions, whether you are a goblin, a ghost, a god, a demon, a Buddha and an immortal, under one light, you will also be scattered!

Holding Yun Youya with a big hand, the man sneered, and a jade pendant on his waist emitted a faint light.

A divine light shot out from the cloud mirror!

But just as it was about to shine on the man, the cloud mirror turned, and the mirror light passed by the man.

In the distance, under the light of the mirror, countless mountains were annihilated.

Everywhere it shines, it will be ruined!

The man who still didn't dodge or dodge sneered, "Don't dare." ”

Starlight shook his hand in front of him, and the man listened to the wail in his palm, flicked his hand, and turned to leave.

In front of the main hall, Yun Wuya looked at the unconscious junior disciple and wondered: "Master, why do you turn the cloud mirror and don't kill this fang, my face in the Wuya Palace is lost!"

A voice sounded in the empty hall, not old, but young.

"I don't want to, I don't want to. ”

Qingtianguan, Song Zhi's nose and face were swollen, and the ancient lamp on his head was used as a hammer and smashed at him.

In Gitian Palace, the man stepped on Lin Fan and scolded, "Look at you like a wreck, if you don't accept it, you get up and beat me, you can only play tricks and curse people?"

Out of the dust mountain, the man wiped the blood stains stuck to his hands and let out two farts before leaving.

In the vegetable garden, the old vegetable farmer looked at the white-robed man in front of him and said with a smile: "What, are you going to come to me to vent your anger?"

The man in the white robe didn't speak, raised his legs, stepped on them one by one, and saw the juice splashing all over the ground, so he smiled with satisfaction and walked in front of the old man, "It's much cooler now." ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, and the silver light in his hand suddenly appeared, "Do you really think I won't make a move?"

The man turned his back and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, you're welcome." ”

The man smiled and played: "Do you dare?"

The old man's whole body was full of divine brilliance, and it was vaguely seen that the whole small world was beginning to tremble.

But after all, it is introverted.

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he was about to step out of this world, he said, "Do you know why I didn't kill them?"

This time it was the old man's turn to sneer, "Do you think he can live?"

The man smiled to himself, "Those few people are actually killed by me, how big can it be?"

One step out, falling from this heaven and earth, the man held his head in his hands and raised his feet in the fall.

"Zhang San, I won't wipe your butt clean up, leave it to you to clean it up by yourself. ”