Snow-capped, like a cloud quilt under the green peaks, a low mountain.

At the foot of the low mountain, there is a thatched house in a small courtyard with a bamboo fence, and there is a stream outside the house.

The stream is not a little deep, and the surface is covered with a thin layer of ice.

Quietly, the ice cracked slightly, and a fat fish broke through the ice, twisting its body and flying to the stone steps next to the stream.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a faintly shiny, moist film that wraps the fat fish.

On the stone steps, a young man in a coarse sermon robe was lying. He had a grass in his mouth, a snow-white fox snoring on his pillow, two fingers standing up in his right hand, and words in his mouth.

"The fish come, the fish come..."

The fat fish fluttered down into the grass beside the stone steps below the boy, and with it, there was a sound of rustling.

With a buzz, a small, translucent figure the size of a thumb flew out of the grass.

"Little Chang'an, little Chang'an, you steal fish again. Beware of the old fairy spanking you. ”

The young man sniffed, and said in a lazy tone: "What is stealing, I am fishing in the abyss." ”

With a 'squeak', the bamboo fence door was pushed open by a gust of wind.

An old Taoist priest who was slightly shorter, dressed in an old light gray robe, with a white beard and chest, and a dead branch in his hair, walked out of the courtyard to the stone steps of the mountain stream.

The little man with the big thumb flew out of the young man's shoulder with a whoosh, circled the old man, and chirped: "Old fairy, old fairy, look, look, Ah Zi has turned into wings." ”

Lao Dao smiled indifferently and nodded, and asked the young man, "Chang'an, do you remember?"

The boy still lay still, and lazily replied, "No." ”

The smile on the old man's face disappeared in an instant, and he kicked the young man's buttocks, "It's muddy, when will you feel it? Get up and chop wood. ”

The boy was kicked, and without a hint of displeasure, he stretched and stood up slowly.

"Master, don't you bother to ask every day?"

Lao Dao turned around, but he didn't see any movement, and the fat fish trapped in the grass flew up with a swish. Drill into the hole where the ice had previously cracked and return to the stream.

The young man flicked the little fox like a snowball with his foot, picked up the broom next to the stone steps, and followed the old man to the small courtyard.

"If you think of the first four (worlds), I will have completed my merits for the silk (teacher), and I will be able to ascend to the realm of bliss. Lao Dao stroked his long beard and glanced at the young man angrily, "It's annoying, you balloon, I don't know when to open up." ”

The young man had long been accustomed to the old man's thick native accent, and muttered disapprovingly: "Master, you are not the presiding master of the Qingquan Temple, what kind of merits do you want, why do you want to ascend to the Bliss......ful Realm?"

"Forbidden. ”

Lao Dao only spit out a word, and the young man's back speech became all humming, and his lips seemed to be stuck by something, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move half a minute.

The boy rolled his eyes and threw the broom out casually, and the broom automatically and consciously cleaned up the fallen leaves in the courtyard like a little person.

He raised two fingers and slashed from the left side of his lips to the right.

"I can't stop saying anything, I'm tired of you if you don't get bored. ”

"Go," Lao Dao came out of the house and threw the grass basket in his hand at the young man, "bring some rice on credit." On the way back, there was some Malan vegetables on the side of the stream. ”

"Isn't it chopping wood?"

"There is no rice, what do you do with chopping wood?

The young man raised his hand to catch the grass basket, answered, and staggered out of the yard.

The little fox sprang out of the grass beside the stream, stretched his waist, and jumped up the mountain path to follow the boy.

"Is there another fish hidden?"

The young man asked in a voice, and the little fox nodded very spiritually.

In the early morning, the mountain mist has not dissipated, like layers of thin veil thrown from the sky, beautiful, seven points of nothingness and three points of truth.

The young man had no intention of appreciating it, and went all the way to Qingquan Temple, pinching his fingers and settling the account.

"This month, Master Moxin has given seven buckets of rice on credit, how can he be embarrassed to speak. Master, Master, can't you just let me go down the mountain and make some money?"

"Xiao Chang'an, Xiao Chang'an, you want to sneak down the mountain again. The old fairy said that there are demons and monsters outside, and you can't beat it. ”

The little grass spirit that grew new wings flew to the young man's side again at some point.

The young man snorted, "Master knows how to scare me."

Besides, I won't go anywhere else, so I'll go down the mountain to see the outside world, see what Linjiang Mansion is like, and how can I meet any demons and monsters.

Wait, Master said, in seven days, I will be sixteen years old. At that time, I will go down the mountain in the open, and I will need to sneak away?"

"Seven days and seven days, Xiao Chang'an, how many times have you said it, but have you really gone down the mountain?"

"This time, I must go down the mountain to say anything, and I must not let the master fool me again!" said the young man with confidence looking up.

Xiao Caoling flew to the young man's shoulder and sat down, dangling his two little thin legs, and said in a stammered manner: "Then can you take Ah Zi with you when you go down the mountain?"

The young man smiled and nodded, "I'll take you with me, but you have to be obedient and don't be skinned." The skin will sell you for rice money. ”

"Ah, don't sell Ah Zi, Ah Zi is obedient!"

The winding mountain road is rugged, but the young man walks like stepping on the clouds, stepping down to the wind.

A person, a fox and a grass spirit laughed all the way, and it didn't take long to arrive at Qingquan Temple.

"Xiaobai, don't follow, go play by yourself. ”

The boy waved at the snowy little chubby fox, and the little fellow who had not yet condensed into a sexual spirit nodded obediently, twisting his fat ass and jumping into the weeds on the side. Ah Zi also flapped her little wings and followed.

A little novice who was sweeping in front of the temple gate saw the young man from a distance, and naturally saw the pampas grass basket in his hand.

"Chang'an, I'm here again to get rice on credit. Master Mo Xin is not in the dining hall, but in the Puji Hall. Why don't you wait outside the hall for a while? ”

"Got it, thank you little brother Jixuan. ”

The young man put his hands together and bowed to the little novice, and then walked into the temple gate.

Familiar with the road, without guidance, along the bluestone road through the secluded path, in a moment, came to the Puji Hall outside.

I looked into the hall, but I saw Master Moxin talking to someone. The young man found a big stone in the open space in front of the hall, and spread himself on it boredly with a pampas straw basket, looking at the clouds in the sky.

The warm sun is rising in winter, the wind is not too cold, the clear bell Sanskrit sound is repulsed in the ears, and before you know it, the young man fell asleep.

In a trance, I seemed to hear the shouts of many people.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sea of fire, with a child of five or six years old in his arms.

He tried to run, but found that he couldn't pull his feet away.

Something got stuck in his ankle!, he struggled to throw the child under a hospital bed in front of him.

There was a commotion around them, there were cries and shouts, and explosions erupted from time to time.

He desperately tried to pull his foot out from under the collapsed instrument, but it was too late.

There was a loud bang overhead, the floor slab broke, and it crashed down...

.........

The boy woke up suddenly.

The warm sun is warm, the breeze is melting, and the Sanskrit sound surrounds the ears.

Still in Qingquan Temple, under the body is a big stone, Puji Hall is in front of you, Master Moxin has not finished the reception.

He sat up straight, cross-legged, closed his eyes, and breathed, and quickly calmed his somewhat disordered breathing.

"I dreamed again. Still, I can't forget it!" the young man looked up at the sky with a wry smile.

'Mom... I'm sorry!'

In his previous life, his father left his mother and son when he was five years old, and they disappeared from then on.

's mother, who was already frail and sickly, worked hard to pull him up. He was also quite competitive and was admitted to a medical school that was not too bad. While studying for graduate school and interning in the hospital, I saw that the hard days were coming to an end, and I was able to repay my mother for raising me immediately.

As a result, a fire burned the bright future he envisioned.

It is said that a man dies like a lamp goes out. The past is over, and the clouds are gone, and the morning is scattered.

But what is in debt is always in debt.

He didn't know how he came to this world, but he remembered that after that, the world was spinning, and the white light around him flickered and flickered.

If he hadn't known that he was cold, he would have thought he was jumping.

I don't know how long it took, the white light fell, it was dark, and the noise of the streets and alleys sounded in my ears.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a round old face.

Looking at the posture of the face and the feeling of the body, he judged that he was being held by the other party.

The owner of this round face is an old man with a hairpin and a Taoist robe.

The old man hugged him as a baby, and with tears in his eyes, he muttered in a funny accent, 'Master, the apprentice will live up to his expectations'...

Then, the round-faced old man became his master and gave him a mediocre name, Li Changan.

The reason why he concealed that Master himself was born with memories of his past life was because of the strong sense of crisis in his heart at first.

Plus, Master was really scary at first.

This round-faced strange old man, after carrying him to the Yuquan Mountain Residence, he chattered all day long. He often talked to himself in the middle of the night in front of the oil lamp and recited some scriptures that he couldn't understand.

Later, he figured out that the master was indeed a true Taoist who could pick herbs, alchemy, and have some magical powers.

It's just that the obsession with the art of seeking immortal immortality makes people a little stunned.

Combined with Master's expression and state when he first met him, as well as the question that he asked every day, he came up with a bold speculation.

'I am a tool man on my master's path to becoming an immortal'!

However, he still didn't tell Master about the memories of his past life.

First, he always felt that it was a bit nonsense to restore the statement that the master could become an immortal by restoring the records of his previous life, and secondly, he selfishly didn't want the master to leave him.

In the past sixteen years, Li Changan has nothing and is empty-handed, and his only connection with this world is Master.

Probably because of the shallow relationship of his parents, Li Changan was abandoned on the street as soon as he was born. The old man picked him up, from the beginning of the busy feeding of rice soup, washing a diaper to paste his own hands, to skillfully changing clothes and feeding him...

Therefore, before he did a good job of psychological construction, he hoped that the master could accompany him for a little longer, a little longer.

Although, the bad old man is a little annoying, a little swishy, a little dull, and a little fierce......