Li Qing stepped out of the Taoist temple. The little princess followed behind him, holding a black oil-paper umbrella to shield him from the rain.

Everyone looked at it.

An old man who was already in his last years was actually sitting there in the rain, and he still had a child in his arms.

Li Qing paused, took the umbrella in the princess's hand, walked to the old man and squatted down, the umbrella was covered on the old man's head, and the rain wet Li Qing's clothes.

"Old man, go back. ”

All the people looked at this Taoist priest who had not changed in the slightest appearance after more than ten years had passed.

Some are born, some have grown up, some have grown old, and some have died.

The Taoist priest is still the same, just like the small Taoist temple that still stands there after more than ten years of wind and rain, he is silent as a solid stone, warm as a beautiful jade, and the turbid red dust has never changed him.

He silently shelters the peoples, and does not need the desires of the peoples. Now the people are longing for him to leave, and he just watches silently, not nameless.

The little princess and Wutong looked at Li Qing in the rain, the figure was very thin, but it didn't look thin, like a big tree, silent, resolute, but still lonely. For a while, I felt inexplicable.

The old man trembled and got up, and he looked at Li Qing.

Of course, he knew that Li Qing had sheltered them for more than ten years, but now they wanted to drive Li Qing away, which was ungrateful. But what can be done, mortals are so vulnerable in the face of disaster, he has lost his son, and he doesn't want to lose his grandson again.

The Taoist priest's eyes were deep and cold, and the old man knew that this was a person who was not moved by external objects.

But he couldn't think of any other way. He pulled his little grandson, who was only five or six years old, and bowed deeply to Li Qing.

"Dao Chief, let's go!" the old man said this, and suddenly tears fell, and he didn't know if it was because of resentment, fear, or shame.

"Dao Chief, let's go!" suddenly all the people sitting there shouted along.

The people held the word, and the voice spread far away. Ten thousand people resented, and Li Qing, who was in the world, suddenly felt an inexplicable force pressing on his body, and he was heavy.

Li Qing suddenly thought of the scene he had seen when the people begged the city god to kill the demons, how similar it should be now.

He was a little self-deprecating, but he refused to bow his head.

He was silent, and slowly stood up, his eyes swept over, and all the people bowed their heads.

Suddenly, he met a pair of eyes, and there was no resentment, no fear, no shame, only curiosity.

The owner of the eye is the grandson of the old man. He was only five or six years old, and when Li Qing came to the Bhikshu Kingdom, he had not yet been born, and he had never seen Li Qing, and he was looking up at this Taoist priest curiously at this time.

Li Qing leaned over to look at him, suddenly a little self-deprecating, he handed the umbrella in his hand to the child, and the child took it timidly.

Li Qing touched his little head, smiled, took a step, shuttled through the crowd, and walked in the direction of the palace.

The princess and Sycamore silently followed.

Suddenly, there was a childish and crisp voice in the space that was so silent that there was only the sound of rain, "Dao Chief, let's go!"

Li Qing's figure suddenly stopped.

The people who had lowered their heads suddenly looked up at Li Qing, and when they saw his figure pause, they turned their heads to find the owner of the voice.

It was the old man's little grandson, he was holding the oil-paper umbrella given to him by Li Qing, standing in the rain, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, which startled him.

He stuck out his tongue and threw himself into the old man's arms. He's still a kid, so he naturally doesn't understand what these four words mean, he probably just thinks it's funny.

Everyone looked at Li Qing again, and Li Qing had already taken steps and continued to move forward.

But that direction was still not the city gate, but the place where the palace was.

A big man suddenly stood up from the crowd and said loudly, "If you have the ability, kill the river god, if you don't have the ability, get out of here, don't bother us!"

With a "poof", the sword was unsheathed, and the sword light dazzled people's eyes.

Everyone was startled and closed their eyes.

After a while, everyone opened their eyes again and looked at the man.

The man was sweating profusely at this time, stretching out his hand and groping on his body, and found that he was unharmed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

looked in the direction where Li Qing went, and only the back could be seen there.

......

"Sir, why did you stop me?" Wutong followed behind Li Qing with a sword, full of murderous aura.

Li Qingtou didn't reply, a little hated that iron can't become steel, "I said a long time ago, your anger is too heavy, just don't change." After this incident, he copied the Tao Te Ching three hundred times. ”

Wutong's face was full of indignation, "But he insulted Mr. with evil words!"

"Evil words are said to me, but they are like turbidity springs, why should I pay attention to them?" Li Qing said, "If cultivators are all of your temperament, and they will kill if they don't agree with each other, what kind of Tao do you cultivate, what kind of method do you learn? Your mind is just decisive, I thought you were a good seedling of cultivating the way of the sword, but now it seems that your mind still needs to be carefully polished, and you are not allowed to use a sword within twenty years." ”

Wutong was shocked and angry, his heart was full of grievances, and he shouted, "Why?"

The princess looked at Wutong's red eyes, and she couldn't bear it, and interjected, "Dao Chief, Wutong is also a person who admires the Tao of the teacher and is a disciple, and when she sees the teacher being humiliated, she is angry for a while, and it is understandable, just let her copy the Tao Sutra a few more times, why bother?"

Li Qing didn't follow the steps handed by the princess and got down the donkey.

He turned around and looked at Wutong, "The sword is a tool for preaching, not a weapon of killing, and even the way to kill the sword is not like you." When you figure it out, you don't need a sword in your hand. ”

He looked at Wutong's face mixed with grievances and dazedness, and couldn't help sighing, reaching out to touch her head, but found that the little girl who was not as tall as her waist had grown into a big girl.

He withdrew his hand, inexplicably a little lost.

When Wutong saw this scene, her nose suddenly became sore, and tears swirled in her eyes, but she didn't let the tears fall, but gritted her teeth and looked at Li Qing stubbornly.

Li Qing also looked at Wutong calmly.

The princess looked at Li Qing's master and apprentice, her eyes fell on Li Qing, and she was inexplicably in a trance.

She suddenly found that she had never really known Li Qing, and in her impression, Li Qing had always been calm and silent, like a lonely ancient well.

He was lonely and mysterious, warm as clear water, in the red dust, but like a wanderer, she knew that the bhikshu country could not keep Li Qing.

This made her heart a little lost, and she opened her mouth to break the silence, "The Taoist said that he wanted to borrow something from his father, but did he want to punish the evil ghost in the river?"

Li Qing glanced at Wutong deeply, turned to walk forward, his voice was still calm, "That's right, I want to eliminate the demon trouble for the bhikshu country." ”

"But what treasure can my father lend to the Taoist to help the Taoist eliminate demons?"

"Name and instrument. Li Qingdao said, "I should be a national teacher." ”