Of course, Zhong Yanli understood the truth that Siren had passed away and thought about it uselessly, but the senior brother with a strong temperament treated him like a robe and sibling before his death, and it was really a little difficult to let go.

Thinking about the midwinter of the year when the first bun was born, the snowflakes were as big as a child's hands flying away, the snow in front of the door was knee-heavy, Zhong gradually left to practice in the cold wind until late at night, and the next day he was seriously ill, lying in bed for three days and three nights, Chen Chengsheng was afraid that he would be aggravated by the cold, and he actually brought his own futon to Zhong gradually to warm up, and took care of him for three days and three nights until his symptoms improved.

Before going down the mountain, Chen Cheng also said to Zhong Yanli with great interest, when he brought some pretty oolongs in the south of the Yangtze River, the master and apprentice took a good taste around the stove, but he didn't expect that the farewell was actually separated by yin and yang, and the world was unpredictable, which more or less made the heart of this young man who was only a few feet away from the world in his eyes like a knife.

Zhong gradually exhaled a mouthful of turbid air that had been accumulated for a long time, and said in a much softened tone: "What realm are you two now?"

"Into the chord. Xiao Gu sneered.

"You, Baiyun. Zhong asked again.

"It's also into the strings. Bai Yun said silently with a lowered gaze.

Zhong gradually left the light in his eyes, and said categorically: "When we are all in Taifeng, we will go down the mountain to avenge the master! ”

"Drifting away ... Hearing Zhong gradually leaving these words of hatred, Bai Yun wanted to stop talking.

"What's wrong?" Zhong and Xiao Gu cast puzzled glances at Bai Yun at the same time.

"Don't worry about revenge anymore. Bai Yun never raised his head, he didn't know how to face Xiao Gu and Zhong Yanli when he said this: "Let go of the demons, the avenue is natural." ”

"What did you say?" Zhong Yanli interrupted Bai Yun and said in a solemn tone, "You forgot how Master died?"

Bai Yun slowly raised his head, the broken light in his eyes flickered, and he said the dream of the gray-clothed old monk who came to the table, and the old monk asked him to let go of the hope of hatred.

Xiao Gu pondered for a moment and said: "Master Changyun before his death, put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground, I often have the same dream, Master He came to my bedside, stroked my forehead like he did when he was a child, said the same word, let go of the demons, the road is natural." ”

Xiao Gu showed a smile, although it was mixed with bitterness, but it was more calm: "One thought of evil, before hell, one thought of good, heaven is the same, since Master has already let go, why are we obsessed too deeply? ”

Zhong Yanli's face became deeper and deeper, he pushed away Xiao Gu's hand on his shoulder and jumped off the boulder, his back was lonely: "If you don't avenge Master's revenge, then I'll take revenge myself." ”

"Drifting away ... Bai Yun opened his mouth and stammered, not knowing how to persuade him, he was a person who came out of the thorns and thorns, and he knew that heart disease still needed heart medicine, and if he wanted Zhong to get out of hatred, he still had to let him untie the knot with his own hands, otherwise it would be useless to say that no matter how much he did.

"Let's go. Zhong gradually approached the waterfall like the Milky Way alone.

"Leave, can you listen to us?

Xiao Gu also jumped off the stone and stood in place and said.

"Let's go. The young man with the Xuanyuan sword in his hand said in a deep voice again.

The two were familiar with Zhong's gradual departure, and they couldn't pull back ten cows when they were stubborn, so they had no choice but to leave Siguo Cliff.

When the sun was shining, Xiao Gu remembered that he had to go back to Nixia Peak to make lunch for Wu Feixia, he told Bai Yun that if he was hungry for the green-shirted Bodhisattva, it would be difficult to come out next time, and comforted Bai Yun a few words, so that he should not be sad because of the gradual departure, and when he gradually left quietly and thought about it thoroughly, all the bonds would be broken, and he left in a hurry.

Changhong Peak Mountain is wide on the ground, but the forest stream trail is like a sheep intestine trail winding and circuitous, Baiyun Xing was blinded by the clear green of the mountain in it, I wanted to return directly to Feilai Peak, but there are dark clouds and haze in my heart, so I wanted to wander around Changhong Peak for a while, go to the haze in my heart, and unconsciously came to a deep and quiet mountain pond, there is an old man wearing a hat on his head, quietly sitting cross-legged on the edge of the mountain pond fishing.

Bai Yun walked softly to Lao Dao's side, for fear that he would disturb the fish swimming in the pool.

The mountain pond is as clean as glass, if people sit in the sky, the fish is like hanging in the mirror, and one person fishes alone in a pond of autumn.

The old Taoist heart has no side vulture to ask for fishing, ignoring the young man next to him, the two waited on the edge of the mountain pond for half an hour, and did not see any fish on the bait, but the old road has always been sitting like a pine, and after half an hour, there is still no fish on the bait, Bai Yun can't help but wonder, this mountain pond is obviously beautiful and the fish are fat, but there is no fish willing to eat bait, is it difficult to become a sperm?

Suddenly, the buoy tied to the fishing line suddenly tied down, and then the whole fishing line was as tight as a string, Lao Dao skillfully came to recycle the fishing line, and slowly dragged the swimming fish that ate the bait to the shore, after a period of rigid and soft wrestling, the swimming fish under the water seemed to be exhausted, Lao Dao showed a smile on his face and slowly retracted the fishing rod, but at this moment, the swimming fish suddenly broke free of the hook and swam away.

The bamboo basket was empty, but the old man laughed happily.

When Lao Dao lifted the fishing line to the surface, Bai Yun was stunned and speechless for a while, and there was neither bait nor hook at the end of the fishing line, but a straight silver needle tied to it.

A fishing line near the silver needle entangled a duckweed, Lao Dao took back the fishing rod, followed the vine to remove the debris, drained the water beads on the fishing line, and then waved the fishing rod to throw the fishing line to the mountain pond again, with a bang, the buoy on the fishing line fell into the pond, causing ripples and swimming fish scattered.

Lao Dao turned his head leisurely and beckoned the young man to sit down by the pond together.

Bai Yun was flattered, and finally got a response after being snubbed by Lao Dao for an hour, so he sat next to Lao Dao by the mountain pond.

"What's the matter?" Under the robe was an ink-colored robe, and Lao Dao didn't have the intention of going around the bend, so he simply went straight to the point.

"Uncle Kong, I've just been there to see Drift Away. "The clouds are cloudy and uncertain.

"I haven't seen you for seven years since you three went to the bun, and now the reunion of siblings should be a festive event, why do you look so worried?" Kong Daoren has always been approachable and stretched out his hand

He gently patted the boy on the shoulder.

Bai Yun said gloomily: "It is a happy event to meet again after a long absence, but he still seems to have not been able to let go of some of the things in the past. ”

"Then have you put it down?" Kong Daoren said with a smile, quite meaningful.

Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Kong Daoren to ask such a question, such as throwing a boulder on the silent Pinghu Lake, setting off layers of waves and ripples, he couldn't help but ask himself, did you let it go?

Kong Laodao didn't have the intention of-for-tat, just asked casually, and his eyes returned to the buoy: "Do you know why I don't use a fishing hook to fish, but use a silver needle instead?"

Bai Yun naturally couldn't discern the deep meaning, and he didn't speculate, and honestly shook his head and answered.

Kong Laodao tapped the fishing rod, and the swimming fish swimming in the mountain pond gathered around the buoy, and the black pressure was spectacular: "I am not catching fish, but leisure." ”

Bai Yun was confused when he heard it, where to build a mouth, so he had to wait for the next sentence on the side.

Kong Lao Dao is full of ink, but he rarely has the interest of pouring ink, but he either keeps his mouth shut, or he pours it cleanly: "The person who wishes to take the bait is not only wise and foolish, but also a state of mind, just like I am fishing here, I have never seen a fish hit on a straight hook, even if there is a real one, it is just to play with me, not the one who is sincerely willing to take the bait." Of course, this world is all-encompassing, and there may be a fish that is bent on death. ”

After the immersion of the big dye vat at the bottom of the mountain, Bai Yun has long been reborn, no longer the ignorant and ignorant teenager he used to be, and he clearly heard a little taste in the words of Kong Daoren, but he still didn't say much.

"The hatred in the heart is like this fishing rod in the hand, there is neither a hook nor a bait, the state of mind is like a swimming fish in this mountain pond, if the heart is bright as the morning light, it is natural to be able to relax in a mountain pond, if it is a bent on seeking death to touch the straight hook, even if it is Da Luo Jinxian can not be saved, there is a certain heart to die will inevitably die, save one can not save the second time, take care of one and lose the other. ”

Bai Yun heard the doorway, and finally spoke: "Uncle Kong means that heart disease still needs heart medicine?"

Kong Daoren just wanted to show off the ink: "To solve the bell, you must tie the bell." ”

Bai Yun asked, "Then how can I tie the knot for him?"

"In order not to disturb the swimming fish, you waited here for an hour, not in a hurry, not impatient, and if the water stopped, it means that your state of mind is as clear as a mirror, why don't you ask yourself how to let go of the big stone in your heart?" Kong Daoren smiled.

Bai Yun was silent, looking at the mountain pond in a daze.

"Give him some more time, seven years on the Bunxia Mountain, it is hatred that supports him step by step, and now he suddenly wants him to let go, how can he accept it for a while, only if he puts down the obstacles in his heart, the road will be smooth. Kong Daoren took off the hat on his head and looked at the sky at the top of the canopy, and muttered to himself: "It seems that this rain will not come down." ”

Bai Yun was completely enlightened, and was no longer at a loss because of Zhong's gradual departure, so he got up and bowed.

Who knew that before Kong Daoren's words fell, the sky began to fall

The drizzling rain rippled throughout the mountain pond.

When the young man with the wooden sword in his hand was gone, the old Taoist took the hat again.

Behind the shade of the tree walked out a woman in Tsing Yi, she gently moved the lotus step to the old Taoist sound, probably because the mountain stream land was slippery and muddy after the rain, so she simply squatted down and used the jade hand as an umbrella to block the raindrops.

Seeing that Tsing Yi was embarrassed, Lao Dao laughed out loud, took off the hat on his head and put it on Tsing Yi's head.

Tsing Yi wiped the raindrops from his cheeks and said softly: "Uncle Shi, you asked me to accompany you to fish, why didn't you tell me in advance that it would rain?"

"It's going to rain, who can stop it. Lao Dao said again: "I don't know if that kid went to take shelter from the rain." ”

Tsing Yi was silent, and after a long time, his eyes resolutely said: "Uncle Shi, don't worry, I will accompany him through this hurdle." ”

Tsing Yi's gaze returned to the water surface of the mountain pond: "It's Uncle Shi, haven't caught that big snake yet?"

(End of chapter)