"Ah, kill, kill!" Zou Yang waved his arm, his muscles were furious, and his ten fingers were bent and scratched in the air. "Whew!" turned out to be a dream, but fortunately, when Zou Yang woke up suddenly, he found himself lying on a familiar bed, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead suddenly became cold. Zou Yang got out of bed, pushed open the door, and walked out.

In the early morning, the beautiful birdsong, the moist and fresh air, the rolling mountains, and the picturesque scenery are picturesque. A ray of dazzling sunlight shone on the sleeping Zou Yang's face, Zou Yang wrinkled his sexual eight-figure brows, walked to a huge stone on the edge of the cliff, unintentionally facing up, and began to meditate in the morning.

Spring goes to autumn, ten cold and summer, time flies, Zou Yang always likes to be alone in a daze, think back to the past, and come to this world. Except for the old Taoist priest, no one has seen it, and I can't help but want to go down the mountain to see, how is this world different? But when he saw the old Taoist like this, he couldn't rest assured, Zou Yang didn't see himself as a ten-year-old kid at all.

Although this little kid is already about 1.7 meters tall as a "giant". Since childhood, he has been soaked in various strange and unpleasant herbs by the old Taoist, and at first Zou Yang protested that the old Taoist abused children, and then it was strange that Zou Yang had never been sick for so many years, and his physique was getting thicker and stronger, and he felt like he had eaten the lid in the cover, which also made Zou Yang not start to reject these herbs so much.

Thinking farther and farther, Zou Yang was mediocre in his last life, a single person, and struggling to survive. Although he beat up the long-haired young man, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he lacked a life of seclusion through the Ming Dynasty and ten years of seclusion. What a painful and torturous thing for a young thinker who is struggling. Coming to this world, who doesn't want to live again and gamble big. But facts are impermanent, there are always ties, and no one can live a life in style. It seems that it is an immutable truth in any era and place. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, the legend of Zou Yang should be left. Zou Yang's narcissism is so narcissistic that it is incomparable to his contempt for the world, which is really worrying.

"Zou Yang, come with me. When Zou Yang was narcissistic, the old Taoist priest came to his side at some point and said to Zou Yang.

"Hey, what are you smoking today? Dressed like this, are you going on a blind date?" Zou Yang said with a look of surprise.

It is also strange to say that the old Taoist priest broke a Taoist robe from the first time he saw Zou Yang, had a sloppy beard, behaved strangely, and spoke differently. Today, suddenly, a brand-new blue robe, wearing a Nanhua scarf, a hosta on the top, and floating dust in his hand, stood with a solemn face. is very different from the previous days of frivolous behavior and sloppy clothing, no wonder Zou Yang is strange.

The old Taoist priest surprisingly did not respond to Zou Yang's question, and quietly walked towards the Sanqing Palace. The pace is heavy, as if there is something on the mind. Zou Yang knew that something big must have happened, so he didn't dare to ask more.

Slowly followed Lao Dao to the Sanqing Palace, and found that Lao Dao didn't know when he was already sitting on the futon in front of the Sanqing Patriarch.

"Zou Yang, sit here. The old Taoist priest pointed to the futon next to him and motioned for Zou Yang to sit down

"Oh!" Zou Yang replied surprisingly well-behaved

"I know you're very strange about how the teacher is dressed today, don't talk about it first, listen carefully to the teacher. is the teacher's real name Xuan Xuanzi, and the master is a waste disciple, so don't mention it. Practice so far more than 100 years, broken to the congenital, has been a high life, last year has felt that the limit has arrived, but because you are young, so rest assured, now as a teacher has run out of oil, can not accompany you through the year of dancing elephants, this is the will of God. Xuan Xuanzi touched Zou Yang's head with a kind face, as if he was reluctant to say

"Old man, are you kidding? this joke is not funny at all" Zou Yang tilted his head and chuckled, but no one noticed the tension in his eyes

"Seeking the Tao, the ten years that the teacher has been with you is the happiest time in the teacher's life, why don't you want to accompany you to continue walking, but the gray hair urges the old, and the green sun forces the old age.

Flowers have a re-blooming day, no one is young, and you have lived in the world for a long time, and now the only thing you can't rest assured about is you. Xuan Xuanzi looked at Zou Yang with a lonely face and relief

"You... Say.. Really?" Zou Yang held on to his body to collapse and stared at Xuan Xuanzi

Xuan Xuanzi looked at Zou Yang silently without saying a word, his eyes were full of reluctance and slightly moistened.

"Master!" Zou Yang's heart suddenly twisted like a knife, unable to speak, recalling the bits and pieces of getting along with the old man, and sobbing in pain.

"Don't be sad, the cycle of life and death, are all determined by heaven, from the moment you come back for the teacher to know that you are extraordinary, unparalleled qualifications, intelligent and rare in the world, ten years of getting along with the teacher really did not expect it, the chaotic Buddhist scriptures have been practiced to the third layer, I am very relieved. Xuan Xuanzi looked at Zou Yang with great satisfaction and pride, as if Zou Yang was the most outstanding work in his life.

"This is the second volume of the chaotic Buddhist scriptures, remember not to spread it, not to look at the world, otherwise you will be killed. Xuan Xuanzi took out a yellowed book from his body, this book is like brocade like gold, roughly estimated to be about five catties, the cover is crooked and twisted, and the three big characters of the Buddhist scriptures are scattered like a twisted drawing, and it can make people dizzy when they look closely, Xuan Xuanzi stared at Zou Yang solemnly and said in a deep voice.

The apprentice wrote it down and followed the master's teachings. Zou Yanghu's eyes were full of tears, and his trembling hands slowly caught the chaotic Buddhist scriptures handed over by Xuan Xuanzi.

"You don't have to be too sad for being a teacher, for a teacher in this life, wine and wealth, red dust rolling, everything you should have experienced has been experienced, and it is not in vain to make this trip in the next life, the only thing to worry about is you, the rivers and lakes in this world are sinister, the situation is unstable, people's minds change, and you are too old-fashioned and do not match your age, your heart is sometimes too reckless, and it is easy to be regarded as a stranger when you go out to meet people, and it is easier to make enemies and cause trouble, so you have to learn to hide clumsy, do you understand?" Xuan Xuanzi looked at Zou Yang solemnly and said slowly

"Master, the apprentice understands, the apprentice must follow the teacher's training, speak at the right age, be kind to others, and be convenient for himself. Zou Yang said sadly

"You can rest assured that you are a teacher like this. Of course, if there is any catastrophe in the future, you will have to endure it, there are thousands of hardships in the world, there is no one who cannot be overcome, there are always thousands of disasters, I believe that with your wisdom and ability, you will definitely be strong to survive. Xuan Xuanzi said meaningfully

"Disciple, you will definitely live up to your master's expectations" Zou Yang looked at Xuan Xuanzi's profound gaze and nodded solemnly

"Well, I believe that you will not be expected by the teacher. Xuan Xuanzi said with relief

"Behind the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch, there are some small belongings left by the master for you and the package around you when I picked you up, and maybe there will be the whereabouts of your parents. The teacher has never been opened, and it is up to you to find the answer to this mystery. Xuan Xuanzi pointed to a small box behind the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch and said

"Take this waist card with you at all times, and when the teacher goes, you can pack up and go down the mountain. There is no need to choose a tomb for the teacher, this hall is the final destination of the teacher. ”

After speaking, Xuan Xuanzi slowly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Yes, master. Zou Yang took the waist card given by Xuan Xuanzi, like gold and wood, small as a jade pendant, and said obediently with a faint color of the waist card

"Master, master, master... ”

The sound pierced through the clouds and rain, resounding through the world, Zou Yang has been coming, without father and mother, and has experienced the bitterness and helplessness of being unparented. Finally met Xuan Xuanzi, who was also a master and a father, and treated him as a son and a disciple, as if he were his own, he thought that he could go on like this and send Xuan Xuanzi to the end of his old age, but God did not fulfill people's wishes, and it came so quickly, so fast that Zou Yang didn't have time to sort out his thoughts, and so fast that Zou Yang was defenseless. Xuan Xuanzi left Zou Yang in an instant, which made Zou Yang feel confused and sad for a while. The kindness to Xuan Xuanzi is difficult to give up, like a huge mountain collapsing. Zou Yang was at a loss, facing Xuan Xuanzi's body, facing the confusion of the future, and the hesitation in his heart, Zou Yang knelt in front of Xuan Xuanzi for a long time and couldn't calm down.

The empty Sanqing Hall recalled the ten years of laughter and scolding with Xuan Xuanzi, the scolding when Xuan Xuanzi taught the Buddhist scriptures, the joy when he saw Zou Yang practicing to the third layer, and the itching of the herb soaked in the body was unbearable, from toddler to brisk walking, from babbling to angry scolding. Every inch of floor tiles, every pillar, every potted plant, and every object here makes Zou Yang grief. Zou Yang always wanted to go down the mountain to see the outside world, but at this moment, his heart was full of reluctance, and he just wanted to be by Xuan Xuanzi's side, longing for him to shout a rabbit cub again, or wink and say that I lied to you. But Zou Yang has never received a reply, not even a hint of movement. Zou Yang sat like this for three days. didn't eat, drink, sleepless, staring at Xuan Xuanzi's kind face with bloodshot eyes. until they faint to the ground.

After about half a day, Zou Yang slowly woke up from the ground, and slowly accepted the reality of Xuan Xuanzi's departure. Then Zou Yang cleaned the Sanqing Hall spotlessly, straightened the placket of Xuan Xuanzi's body sitting on the futon, and knocked his head three times in front of Xuan Xuanzi.

Put the next volume of the Rann Buddhist Sutra into his arms and close it to his chest, tie the waist card around his neck with a red rope, take the package, tremble out of the temple door, and kneel on the ground outside the hall in despair. Looking at the immeasurable view, I bowed deeply.

"Master, when the apprentice comes back, he will definitely give you a beautiful funeral and keep filial piety for three years. Zou Yang swore silently in his heart

After three bows, Zou Yang looked up at the Taoist temple, his eyes widened instantly, and he wiped his eyes in disbelief.