There was also an old grave next to the new grave, and the tombstone that stood on it was half buried in the heavy snow, and it stood there coldly. The little girl said that her house was in front of her, but when the Taoist chief walked over and saw that it was only two wooden houses at most, and it looked pitiful in the wind and snow.

"Are you just living here?"

She nodded, reached for the ladle and tiptoed up a ladle of water from the water jar to extinguish the fire in the stove.

Although the Taoist chief had seen many dilapidated houses, he had never actually walked into them. Now standing here, I feel that this little girl's family is so poor. He went into the house and walked around, taking everything he thought he needed. As soon as he walked out the door, he saw her holding a and looking at him pitifully.

"Can the chickens be taken away? This hen can lay eggs every day. ”

“...... There is no need to raise chickens in Taoist temples. But if you like, you can take it. ”

The little girl lowered her head and thought for a moment, then threw the hen away. But she thought in her heart: "Does this Taoist priest really take care of people?"

Before leaving, she had been standing quietly in front of the grave looking at the new soil, unwilling to move half a step more. The Taoist chief looked at her, and suddenly felt a sense of trance. He inexplicably began to worry about the future, and all the past flooded into his mind, making his head start to ache faintly.

The Taoist chief froze his mind, folded his hands, turned his right hand forward, and took out an oil-paper umbrella from the palm of his left hand and put it on the little girl's head.

"Let's go?" he tried to call out to her in the gentlest tone, but he still felt like a duck calling.

She lowered her head and thought blankly for a while, as if she understood what the Taoist said, and subconsciously stretched out a hand to pull the sleeve of the Taoist chief's coat. She walked forward step by step, but her head would not be turned away, as if she feared that the tomb would suddenly disappear. Soon, the scene behind him was obscured by the white snow.

"It's okay, if you miss your grandfather, you can come back and see it from time to time. ”

The Taoist tried to comfort her, but from his vantage point he could only see the top of the little girl's hair that was disheveled. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but he only stretched out his fingertips and carefully took it back.

The little girl wiped her tears and whispered yes.

The Taoist was afraid that she would be immersed in the grief of her grandfather's death, so he tried to change the topic: "Little sister, what's your name?"

"It's called Nannan. ”

"......," the Taoist chief stopped in time halfway through his speech. It seems that the old man didn't give her a name, or that she didn't know she had a name. In any case, this nickname can no longer be used. He pondered for a moment and said, "You just promised to let me take care of you in the future, didn't you? Why don't you follow my last name?"

The little girl probably didn't understand much what the Taoist was saying, but she just nodded, her mind not at all on what the Taoist said, and followed the Taoist as if she had been tied to a rope.

The Taoist chief then went on and said, "My Dao name is Xuanqing. From now on, you will be my apprentice, your name is Yun Xian, how about it?"

The little girl couldn't imagine what the two names had to do with each other, and she nodded her head in a daze, looking very reluctant.

Many years later, Yun casually still remembers the day when Master chose his name. When he said his name, the wind and snow in the mountains and forests suddenly became lighter, and the sound of the waterfall could be heard everywhere, but it was more like people whispering. When I looked up, I saw the cornices and arches of a building, as if there were nothing in the clouds.

Yun Xian's thoughts as if she were wandering into the sky were finally collected by herself, and she pointed to the building curiously, turned her head and asked, "Where is that?"

Seeing that she automatically ignored her question, the Taoist didn't react much, so he replied to her words: "It's your family, it's Ling Xuguan." At the same time, seeing that she was staggering, he reminded her: "The road is slippery, be careful, I will walk slowly." ”

In fact, it is impossible to get the Taoist to walk slowly. If he didn't have Yun Arbitrary, he would have been able to get to Ling Xuguan in a few steps, and now although he had slowed down, Yun Casual still couldn't keep up with his pace at all.

The two of them were now walking on a bluestone road in the mountains. And because of the heavy snowfall, the road was buried and almost indistinct. Fearing that she would slip, the Dao Chief crouched down at her and stretched out an arm. Yun casually thought that the master was going to hug her, so he naturally threw himself into his arms with open arms. But he didn't expect the whole person to be carried by the Taoist chief. Seeing that she was so high off the ground all of a sudden, and uncomfortable being carried, she immediately shouted on the shoulders of the Taoist chief, and at the same time tried to arch herself down.

Dao Chief: "Don't move, be careful of falling!"

Yun pursed his mouth casually: "I don't! I don't want this, I'm uncomfortable! I want Master to hug me!"

The Taoist chief moved in his heart and smiled secretly, but he still said shyly: "I won't hug you, I can't hug the child." ”

Yun casually had to be quiet, lying on his stomach softly, like a white towel on the shoulders of the shopkeeper in the restaurant. The road was very slippery in the snow, and she walked unsteadily, but she had suffered this hardship, so she would rather be carried by the Taoist than walk on the slippery bluestone road.

She looked up at the surrounding mountain scenery and realized that she was halfway up the mountain. In the distance, the mountains are continuous, and there is no other color in the sky and earth except white and black. I heard the sound of a waterfall pouring down, but I couldn't find where the waterfall was, and after a while, I felt my neck ache, and I hung my head again, just staring at the steps that went back one step below me.

The voice of the Taoist chief sounded beside her, startling her who was about to vomit: "Okay, it's here." I'll let you down. ”