The atmosphere in the dilapidated Taoist temple has always been very dull, or to be precise, quiet, but for Liu Dewang, who likes to be lively, he doesn't like quiet at all.

Occasionally, Mo Wunian would feel very uncomfortable talking to Murong Xiu, he couldn't understand half of what they said, and there would always be a scene in his head of a private meeting between the rich man of the Wang family and the teacher surnamed Li.

"Mo Wunian, I'm ......" He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to smile awkwardly.

He felt that the Taoist temple was really boring, so he wanted to go out to breathe, even if it was to listen to the sound of rain falling.

Although the rain is very cold and cold, at least there is some sound, which can be regarded as a bit "lively".

Mo Wunian glanced at him, seemed to know what he meant, nodded to him slightly, and then closed his eyes and meditated quietly, like a stone sculpture resting on a futon.

After Liu Dewang went out, it seemed that a long time had passed, or maybe it was only a pillar of incense, and a cold voice sounded in the Taoist temple: "Someone is coming, don't you go to take a look?"

Mo Wunian opened his eyes, but saw that Murong Xiu's long, narrow and good-looking eyes were facing him.

"Mo Wunian, someone is looking for you!" Not long after she finished speaking, Liu Dewang's voice came from outside the Taoist temple.

"It's time to check it out. His voice was still flat as water, but without much thought, he got up and walked out the door.

Speaking of which, if you take a closer look at him as a person, although he has always said that he doesn't like to use his brain, he will think about it a few times no matter how big or small it is, but not this time.

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In the pouring rain and muddy roads, Mo Zhishan has been walking with great difficulty, like a drunken prodigal drinker, and like a naïve child who is just about to learn to walk, and every few steps, he has to fall in the mud.

After another fall, he slowly got up from the ground, and his face was a little bitter, and he suddenly remembered that he was no longer the young and strong of his youth, but only a decaying body that was gradually approaching the old, weak, sick, and crippled.

"Am I old?" he muttered, as if laughing at himself, but stubbornly moving on.

A dilapidated Taoist temple gradually appeared in his eyes, and in the haze of smoke and rain, a young man with a dark complexion stood in the rain. His eyes were simple and bright, as if he was looking into the distance.

The rain was sprinkled all over the sky, but seeing that there was not a drop of rain on him, Mo Zhishan knew that he was not an ordinary person, and he saluted respectfully and said: "I hope that the immortal master will do me a favor, and there will be a generous gift afterwards!"

His voice obviously smelled a little bit of dead wood and decay, but it was more sincere than that of a child.

"Uncle...... You...... Do you say me?" Liu Dewang was a little flattered, and he smiled a little overwhelmed, it was the first time he was called an immortal master.

Seeing that Mo Zhishan was still drenched in the rain, he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly put away his smile and used his spiritual power to conjure up an invisible barrier above his head to shield him from the wind and rain.

"Uncle, what are you doing for you? "He met Mo Zhishan Pingshui, but he had been instilled with righteous thoughts in the Illusory Sky Sect for a long time, so he felt that he should help him.

As the right path, we should uphold justice.

"I want the Immortal Master to help me find my son, or do you know him?" "It's like chattering, or just meeting someone from another country on the road, Mo Zhishan said it normally.

But his cloudy eyes were full of longing, as if the son in his words hadn't seen him for a long time.

Liu Dewang listened, first stunned, and then showed a hint of weirdness.

Glancing at the Taoist temple, he suddenly felt that he was thinking too much, Qingzhou is so big, there may be many people with the name "Mo Wunian".

But after thinking about it, he still shouted towards the Taoist temple: "Mo Wunian, someone is looking for you!"

After he spoke, Mo Wunian had already walked out of the Taoist temple.

In fact, there was no need for Murong Xiu to remind him, as a fellow monk, even if he didn't release the spirit stone to probe the direction outside, he should know the situation outside with his hearing far beyond mortals.

The reason is also very simple, his mind is so chaotic, so chaotic that he closes his five senses and does not perceive everything outside.

Strangely, she called him, but he heard it.

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When the father and son met, they didn't hug each other and cry, nor did they greet each other with ecstasy, Mo Wunian had no surprise, his face was still as plain as water, and Mo Zhishan just handed him a smile.

He looked old and didn't look good when he smiled, but Liu Dewang felt that his smile was very real, and there was relief in that smile, as well as extreme worry and relaxation after exhaustion.

"Can you help me buy some more food and drinks?"

"No problem. ”

Mo Wunian looked at Liu Dewang, and he smiled and agreed.

Walking into the Taoist temple, Mo Wunian took out another futon from the storage bag and asked Mo Zhishan to sit down.

As soon as he walked into the Taoist temple, Mo Zhishan felt a chill coming, obviously it was raining outside, and it should be warmer than outside.

Then he froze for a moment.

A woman dressed in plain clothes, without any powder, but with a peerless appearance, sat quietly on the futon.

She is like the purest and most immaculate iceberg snow lotus, but it is not appropriate to describe it, as if mortal things cannot describe her beauty.

"It's fine for you to say yours, don't care about me. Murong Xiu glanced at Mo Wunian lightly, and then closed his eyes again.

Mo Zhishan had come back to his senses, and glanced at Mo Wunian again, as if he understood something, and showed a relieved smile. The smile seemed to say that he knew everything.

But in reality, he didn't know anything, and everything was his imagination. When he saw that his son was all right, he thought about everything in the direction of "peace."

Mo Wunian naturally knew what that smile meant, but he didn't explain anything, and he didn't want to explain, preferring that he was immersed in his own imagination.

He knew that as a son of man, he hadn't seen him for seven years, which was considered unfilial among mortals.

As a son of man, what he should do should also be to make him happy.

"Wu Nian! Do you know? In the past few years since you left, I miss your mother more and more......" Mo Zhishan sat down on the futon and said with a smile.

From his words, she was a gentle and elegant woman with both virtue and virtue, but she died in childbirth when she was born without thoughts.

This is not the first time Mo Wunian has heard him speak, but every time he speaks, he speaks very seriously.

After a while, Mo Wunian said: "You should have listened to them before you thought about the 'continuation', so at least you wouldn't feel lonely." ”。

"No...... What about me? Actually, that's all for this life, and it's good. Mo Zhishan's expression suddenly darkened, but he still squeezed out a little smile and said.

"Wu Nian! Your name was actually given to you by your mother. It means that you can grow up safely and miss her less. ”

"When you were born, there was a vision from heaven, and everyone said that you were extraordinary, how you were...... In fact, what about me, like your mother, I don't need you to get ahead, I just want our family of three to be safe. ”

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Mo Zhishan kept talking, his eyes were sometimes relieved, sometimes relieved.

Mo Wunian also got a new interpretation of his name from him.

The word "no thought", he thought it was a coincidence, which meant not to think about the past, and asked him to cut off the past and start again. But in fact, he still chose a path that seemed different from the past, but in fact it was destined to be lonely.

There may not be so many coincidences in the names of mortals, and their names may not be as elegant as those given by monks, but their meanings must be full of feelings.

Mo Zhishan said, Mo Wunian kept listening, and he didn't even know that Liu Dewang came back from buying wine and food.

"Wu Nian, let's go with my father, and be a mortal in peace!" Finally, Mo Zhishan stopped talking.

His words were plain, and he was obviously just a mortal, but Mo Wunian felt that these words had irrefutable meanings. In my impression, this father, who has always been "cowardly" to him in everything, has a strong attitude this time.

"I've seen some landscapes, and on the bright side of them are beautiful, but in fact, they ...... The scenery behind it is not beautiful at all. Can...... Someone should always present those bad things!, even if you are lonely all the time......" Mo Wunian's answer was a little out of tune.

"My son is really an immortal! The words he said are all in the clouds, and he can't understand a word for his father!" Mo Zhishan really didn't understand a word, but he still laughed with relief.

There was another person who listened carefully, and that was Murong Xiu.

I don't know why, she obviously thinks that Mo Wunian is very close to her, but when he said those words, he was far away from her, and that kind of distance was a kind of loneliness.