In winter, when it snows heavily, there are almost no people in the small town called Luoding. Some are just smoke rising from the rooftops of every house.

At this moment, two figures, one large and one small, appeared on the skyline in the distance of the town, and two oblique shadows were pulled out on the snow under the reflection of the slanting sun, and from a distance, it did not look lonely.

The slanting sun slowly sank into the earth, and the two figures, one big and one small, also came to the town, and behind them, only two irregular footprints, one large and one small, extended into the distance, but they were gradually covered again with the passage of time, and there was no trace.

The town still has some attention to outsiders, but this attention is only limited to chatting when they are bored after tea and dinner or when they visit the door. Few people really get to know people who have nothing to do with them.

This is the seventh day of coming to the town, and there are five more days to go before Laba. Zhang Ping looked at the few copper coins left over from the sale of firewood in his hand, and felt that he had to buy some red beans and mung beans back, no matter whether the master could survive this winter or not, the festival should still be celebrated. Thinking so, the man had already come to the only grain shop in the town, handed over five copper coins, and asked for some red beans and mung beans. It's not that there are no other raw materials, although this grain store is not big, but as the only place in the town that sells grain, the basic raw materials are still complete, but the price is very different. As low-cost products, red beans and mung beans are also affordable by Zhang Pingyi. After saying thank you to the shopkeeper, Zhang Pingyi helped the remaining dry firewood on his back, and walked quickly to the end of the town, where there were still people waiting for him. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but take a few steps faster, and finally rushed back to the ruined temple before the sun sank into the earth. This is a Buddhist temple, and in the country of Dasu, where Taoism is prevalent, there has long been no incense.

Pushing open the temple door that could barely block the cold wind, the two "Secret King Kongs" on both sides were entered, even if they were mutilated, they were still hideous. Looking forward, it is a statue of a Buddha who does not know which one it is, the Buddha statue with serious paint peeling off is still solemn in the reflection of the sunset, Zhang Pingyi put down the burden on his shoulders as usual, folded his hands, saluted respectfully, and made a wish to the Buddha. Then you will come to the Buddha house through a small door on one side. The town is remote, even when Buddhism prevails, there are only two buildings, one is the Buddha hall, the other is the Buddha house, the basic mountain gate hall of the Buddhist temple, the Tianwang Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is nothing, the people of the town except for a few old people and government officials, few people really understand the layout and distribution of the temple. Zhang Pingyi and the Master Blind Daoist have lived here since they came to the town.

Zhang Ping put a handful of dry firewood in the firewood room and piled it up, and then came to the master's house, where a person looked like an old man, fairy wind and bones, and his mental condition looked good, but the only regret was that his eyes were blank.

"Heiichi is back?" said the old man with a smile. "Well, Master, what do you see I bought?" "Red beans and mung beans, today is Laba Festival, we can have a good meal" After all, it is still a child, as long as there is food, all the worries are nothing. After showing off, Zhang Ping plunged into the stove room, and after a while, the aroma of rice porridge came, and the master and apprentice quickly finished dinner. The blind Taoist said, "Pingyi, do you know the origin of the Laba Festival?" "Master, the disciples don't know. "Hmm. Waxer, pick it up. It has the meaning of alternating between the old and the new, and after Laba is the year, which is the traditional meaning of Laba, in fact, Laba Festival is still a Buddhist festival, and Laba Festival is the enlightenment day of Buddha Shakyamuni. Later, with the prevalence of Buddhism, the Buddha's enlightenment day and the day of the Buddha merged, and it was called the 'Dharma Treasure Festival' in the field of Buddhism, which is the true meaning of Laba. Hearing this, Zhang Pingyi suddenly panicked, immediately ran to the stove room to put out the remaining rice porridge, and then ran to the main hall, respectfully enshrined in front of the Buddha statue, kept confessing, and then made a wish again. Buddha bless!

For this remote town, no matter how chaotic the outside world is, the change of dynasty, the invasion of demons, the fight of immortals, as long as it does not affect here, then the town is still that town, the only difference is that as the year approaches, the extra flavor of the year.

Wealthy families begin to welcome the New Year early, and the red ribbon under the neck of the stone lion in front of the door, the two huge red lanterns under the eaves, the majestic calligraphy on the two bright red couplets on the vermilion gate, and the new clothes from the master to the servant all show the generosity of the big family.

The official departments of the Great Soviet State, such as the county government, have long been dressed in red and green, and even if the finance and taxes are not much and the government treasury is insufficient, they still do their best to put on the best appearance. After all, no matter what happens, you can't lose the face of the imperial court.

And there are no stone lions in ordinary families, red lanterns may be there, couplets must be pasted in every household, and the children in the family have new clothes, no matter how poor they are, there are also New Year's mouths such as sugar gourds.

This is one of the countless New Year, and the ancestors have lived for generations, but even so people are not a little bored with it, this is something that has been imprinted in the bones, even if the continent is different, the folk customs are different, as long as the human race still has a heritage, as long as time is still passing, then the year is the year, it has never changed.

If there is any change, it may be that the temple at the end of the town that has been uninhabited for many years has become popular one day, or maybe there is an additional blind Taoist priest in the town, and a child who sells firewood and is happy with everyone in the streets and alleys.

There was no resistance to these two outsiders, as if they had been living here for a long time.

As usual, as soon as Zhang Ping finished selling firewood, he walked to the temple, walked halfway, looked at the lanterns of every house, and always felt that there was something missing from his house, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned a corner and ran quickly to a shop on the street. "Aunt Chen, bring me a couplet, the cheap one. "Yo, Xiaoping is here, this is your couplet, take it. "Thank you, auntie" Zhang Pingyi put the two copper plates on the counter and returned along the same path with the couplet.

Zhang Ping looked at the couplet in his hand, and the sun-tanned little face couldn't help but have two small dimples. In fact, the couplet and the door god are both to be bought, but think about the two angry-eyed King Kong in the temple, is not more effective than any door god? Zhang Ping, who was happy to buy the couplet and was happy for his cleverness, came to the temple and pasted the couplet on the door, and finally felt a trace of the New Year's flavor, and his mood couldn't help but be a little better.

As usual, worship the Buddha statue first, and the Buddha blesses you.

The closer the New Year gets, Zhang Pingyi is not eagerly waiting for the New Year like other children of this age, but cherishes the period before the year even more.

Unlike most people in the town, Zhang Pingyi has seen legendary immortal characters, and his own master is an orthodox Taoist immortal, even if he is blind, he still has a thorough Taoist heart. Although Master thought that he did not have the talent to learn the Dao, he still learned a lot by following Master. These are things that will benefit a teenager for a lifetime.

The blind Taoist was born in the Taoist Lingbao lineage, not to mention the level of the realm, but he has been practicing since he was a child, and he has left a great reputation along the way. Despite this, the Blind Daoist has been in his current state for many years, and if he has not taken that step in the near future, he will never be able to leave this town again.

Zhang Pingyi already knew about this matter, and the blind man also knew his own situation, and the attitude of the master and apprentice towards this matter was calmer than the other. For the blind Taoist, a few hundred years is enough to understand the flavors of life, even if it is added for a few hundred years, it is just the icing on the cake, and this life is enough; for Zhang Pingyi, this matter is not something that can be done by man, and the master has his own plans, and it is useless to think too much.

It's another day, and the weather is gloomy, or heavy snow is coming.

The master and apprentice sat together again, "Pingyi, the limit for the teacher has arrived, since you have not been able to take that step, there is no other regret for the teacher, I have explained your matter to the teacher, soon, my junior brother will take you back to the mountain, your talent is mediocre, my Lingbao one pulse spell is not suitable for you, after returning to the mountain, where to go, everything is up to you." ”

"Got it, Master. ”

The blind Taoist sat cross-legged on the futon, and Zhang Pingyi sat next to him, looking at each other speechlessly, and only the breathing of the two could be heard.

As time passed, when there was only one breath left in the house, the heavy snow that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

Only the slightly rapid breathing in the room showed that the young man was not in a calm state of mind.

I don't know when the wind and snow have stopped, and the heavy snow has added a sense of cleanliness to the town.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on the Buddha statue through the temple gate, Zhang Pingyi went out to sell firewood as usual, and everything was the same.

The difference is that the young man who grew up overnight neglected one thing that he had to do in the past, as if the former Buddha was just an illusion, like a dream bubble. The boy deliberately ignored the Buddha statue. Even if he didn't report any hope, the boy still felt a little wronged.

The Buddha is not blessed.

Young man, young man, it's not that the Buddha doesn't bless it, and Buddhism has nothing to do with it since ancient times.

Before coming to Gesoo Mountain, Zhang Pingyi still didn't quite understand what the fairy cave was and the spiritual land fairy mountain, until he came to this immortal mountain that was one of the most famous in the world, Zhang Pingyi understood why people in the world have been yearning for the immortal life since ancient times. It's a place of detachment from worldly life.

Gesoap Mountain can be used as the ancestral court of Taoist Lingbao, which has its own reason. It is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is a stretch of mountains, inlaid in the sky of the rolling mountains, in the sunset under the reflection of the glittering golden light, it looks extraordinarily magnificent, like a beautiful picture of distant mountains. Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, the cliff is steep, the majestic is precipitous, the aura is abundant, you can see the fairy rare materials everywhere, and even the fairy birds and spirit deer that have long been extinct in the outside world can be seen occasionally, and the momentum of the fairy mountain is revealed everywhere.

The bluestone staircase that winds from the foot of the mountain to the depths of the clouds, after countless years of wind and rain, has not been damaged, like a green dragon tired from frolicking and playing in the clouds, temporarily resting here.

On a moonlit night, the stone steps are extremely beautiful, the light and dark are staggered like ocean waves, the night wind blows, there is hidden music as if there is nothing, walking on the stone steps road, Zhang Pingyi can always feel a shock, this shock is far more shocking than any famous mountain and temple he has seen in the world.