Bhikshu Country.

I don't know when there was suddenly a Taoist temple with a lord by the river.

There are no idols of the gods in the temple, and the inner lobby has a large pen like a rafter written on the wall of the inner hall, and a futon is placed on the ground.

Li Qing sat on it, closed his eyes and breathed, meditating and practicing qi.

The real world is at the time of the change of the tide of aura, the red dust is mixed, bustling, and the disturbing people are not quiet. As soon as the thought moved, he entered the world of Journey to the West.

The people here are simple, all things are elves, and as far as the eye can see, it is all a good scene.

Li Qing gradually immersed himself in it, and everything in the world seemed to have a rhyme, whispering in his ears, and the meaning of law was manifested layer by layer.

Li Qing's mind was clear and pure, and with the breath of all things, he exhaled and practiced qi without hurry, as if he was one with all things.

He is sitting here, but it is like a tree, a flower, resonating and communicating with all things, which is the realm of the unity of heaven and man in Taoism.

I don't know how long it took, Li Qing opened his eyes.

In front of the Taoist temple, there was a little girl sitting on the steps made of bluestone, looking a few years older than Tingting, wearing a small floral skirt and a big braid, sitting there quietly.

The Taoist temple faces the river, and there are children swimming and playing in the river, laughing like silver bells from time to time.

"Why don't you go and play with them?"

When the little girl heard the voice, she turned her head to look at Li Qing, did not answer Li Qing's question, and said, "Are you a Taoist priest?"

The tone is flat, unadulterated with curiosity, as if to say "have you eaten".

Li Qing found it interesting and said with a smile, "Although I live in a Taoist temple and wear Taoist clothes, I am not a Taoist priest. ”

"Oh. The girl nodded, looked at Li Qing's short hair, and asked, "Then you are a monk?"

"I'm not a monk either. ”

"And where are you from?"

"From where you come from, where you go. ”

The girl pursed her lips, turned her head in disgust, and stopped paying attention to Li Qing.

Li Qing was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're not a good person. ”

"Why?"

"Hmph, there is not a word of truth in my mouth. My mother said don't play with these kids. ”

Li Qing couldn't cry or laugh, "I'm not a child." ”

"Humph!"

The sun is setting.

Li Qing looked at the book quietly, and the little girl sat quietly on the steps, not knowing whether she was watching the sunset or looking at the group of bear children who were chased ashore by adults.

It was quiet. The heart is also pure.

Li Qing suddenly held the book and read, "The master of the body is the heart, and what the heart sends is the will." The essence of meaning is knowledge, and the place of meaning is the object. ”

"The way of heaven is rich and humble, the way of the earth becomes rich and humble, the ghosts and gods harm the profit and the blessing of the humble, and the humanity is evil and the good and humble. Be humble and magnificent. ”

"People need to grind on things, self-denial, be still and be fixed, and move will be fixed. ”

......

"Can you be my husband?"

Li Qing stopped and looked over, the little girl was standing on the steps, her hands behind her back, and she looked at Li Qing with big eyes.

Li Qing laughed, "Don't you want to play with me?"

The little girl's tears kept rolling in her eyes, but they didn't fall after all, the little white teeth bit her lip tightly, her nose twitched, and she suddenly turned around and went into the distance.

Li Qing saw that the flowers on the little girl's skirt were small patches, and she didn't even have shoes, so she ran on the ground with a pair of small feet.

As night falls, the moon shines a silvery glow.

It was very quiet in the Taoist temple, and after a while, the sound of reading sounded loudly, accompanied by the sound of river waves, and went away with the wind.

......

Sunrise and sunset, the black flying rabbit walks.

You can walk against the wind, you can sleep in the moon, you can play in the water, you can get drunk and get drunk. As long as there is a bright moon, the two sleeves are breezy, do not eat grains, and do not need to work.

Li Qing enjoys this life very much.

"Those who are masters of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the people of time, and the passers-by of a hundred generations. And floating like a dream, for the joy of geometric ?......"

"Sir, Uncle Wang said that the medicinal wine you concocted is very effective, and his leg is already much better. A little girl walked in, holding a small strip of bacon in her hand, and shook it in front of Li Qing, "Na, this is Uncle Wang's thank you gift." ”

"Sister, do we have meat to eat?" A little boy in open crotch pants followed behind the little girl, looking at the bacon with his eyes, drooling greedily, and getting covered in mud without knowing where to go.

"That's not good!" the little girl grimaced, secretly winking at the bear child, "This is for the teacher, not for you." ”

Li Qing was dressed in a wide road clothes, slanting on the cloud bed woven by the clouds, holding a wine gourd and drinking wine, unconsciously proud, reciting the famous quatrain of the poet fairy, at this time was interrupted by the two little guys, and suddenly lost interest.

Seeing that the little guy was about to pounce on himself, Li Qing stretched out his hand, and a cloud softly lifted the little guy up, flew away from him, and stroked his forehead with a headache, "You laymen, laymen!"

Li Qing was heartbroken and waved his hand, "It's just vulgar! Take it away, take it away! Don't disturb my wine!"

"Cut!" the little girl carried the bacon and winked at the little bear child.

Le's little guy danced with his hands, rolled in the clouds, fell to the ground, patted his buttocks, and said happily, "Eat meat, can eat meat!"

"Go wash and wash up, like a mud monkey. ”

"Sister, you said that if you could eat meat every day, how good it would be!"

"It's not promising, if you have the ability of Mr., then you can eat meat every day. ”

"That's not good! My mother said it, Mr. is a fairy-like character, we are mortals, how can we have such ability?"

"Hmph, if you don't have the ability, practice slowly, as long as you are not afraid of hardship or tiredness, you can one day become a person like Mr. ”

"Forget it, I'll be a mortal. The little boy lowered his head and washed his hands, "I don't want to drink medicine all day!"

"What kind of medicine?"

"When I'm sick, the medicine that A-Niang boils is very bitter. The little boy had a bitter face, "Sister, I'll leave some meat for A-Niang later." ”

"Do you want you to say it?" the little girl patted the little boy on the head, "You're a worthless one!"

The little boy smirked.

The little girl was not tall, and she was followed by a little girl, and the two little people walked towards the kitchen.

Originally, this small Taoist temple did not have a kitchen, but later two more small things were added, one as a bedroom and one as a kitchen.

The home of the two little ones is in the lower reaches of the river, not two miles away from Li Qing's Taoist temple.

That day, the little girl cried and left, but the next morning, she was wet with a small grass carp and came to the Taoist temple to apprentice.

Li Qing ignored her, and only held the book and read.

This lasted for three days before Li Qing accepted the little girl as a disciple.

The little grass carp was released by Li Qing, and the little girl plunged into the river with a fierce son, and only after half a pillar of incense did she show her head, holding a fish tightly with both hands, and the expression on her face seemed to cry and laugh, but I didn't know if the fish was still the fish.

Li Qing looked at the little girl silently, and sighed for a long time, looking at the plaque of the Taoist temple, with three big characters on it.

The concept of killing.

"My name is Sycamore. ”

"Feng Fei Wu does not perch, good name. ”

"No, it's the sycamore that falls to the west wind!"