White clouds and dogs, the world is impermanent.

Li Qing stood on a small dirt slope, and the old age of his body subtly changed his state of mind, making him feel a little emotional.

He looked at the small tomb in front of him, there was no mausoleum, no burial, not even a monument, just a small and silent lying there, like a gentle girl, very quiet, but also very lonely.

The queen said that it was enough to have this sycamore tree with her. Chen Muzhi stood under a plane tree, his face was a little reminiscent and a little melancholy.

Li Qing looked over, the plane tree had grown taller and thicker than the one in the Taoist temple, the leaves were not blue-green, but golden yellow, the trunk was smooth, there were no branches, like a sharp sword, quietly guarding this small tomb.

Li Qing felt the meaning of the law that belonged to the sycamore.

Sycamore has been gone for a long, long time. He thought.

Of course, he knew that Wutong had a grudge in his heart, not that he had not allowed him to use a sword for twenty years, but that he was too ruthless and cold, and that he refused to see the queen for the last time before she left.

So Wutong left Liulinpo early, and when he left, Li Qing didn't send it, he just watched from a distance, watching the little girl who ran two and a half miles with a pair of bare feet and knelt in front of his Taoist temple for three days to worship him as a gentleman finally grew up, finally full-fledged, and was going to go to the outside world.

The world is like a network, how can we be detached?

"The queen said, if one day, the national teacher comes here, let me tell the national teacher a word. ”

Li Qing didn't ask what it was, he saw a small flower growing in front of the queen's tomb, the stamen had not yet bloomed, and it was gently swaying in the wind.

He squatted down and used his hands to help the little flower block the wind.

"The queen said that her name was Zuoyu. Chen Muzhi's voice came.

"Yu~" Li Qing watched the little flower slowly bloom, and suddenly the immature but pretending to be majestic little girl appeared in front of her eyes, waving her hand lightly at her, "National teacher, the name of this palace is Yu!"

Chen Muzhi looked at the old man squatting there, the national teacher at this time looked a little rickety and lonely, and there were tears in his cloudy eyes inexplicably, "Hui Ji will be hurt, his love will not live, and the queen was still very young when she left." However, there was a Wutong girl who took care of her, and she didn't suffer any sin, and walked very peacefully. ”

The small flowers bloom and are beautiful.

Li Qing's old face suddenly smiled, there are always some people who will leave a mark on your life, although you have never owned her, why should she be owned by others?

She belongs only to herself, even if she is as lonely as a hollow valley orchid, but she has been here and bloomed in your world, and it is enough.

Li Qing watched the flowers bloom, and then watched the flowers fail, gradually withered, and finally turned into dirt, one day in the future, there will be flowers in the same place, even if it is no longer the flower it used to be, but she once bloomed, didn't she?

A Dao seed in Li Qing's heart suddenly jumped and gradually dissolved, like a clear stream, bubbling and jumping, moistening his dry and exhausted heart.

"Muzhi, what do you say, what are the five elements?" Li Qingpan sat down, and with a flick of his hand, a seed in the soil fell in the palm of his hand.

The seeds germinate, flower, bloom, fail, and eventually wither and turn into dust.

Chen Muzhi was stunned, the dense wrinkles on his face showed that he was very old, he tried his best to turn over his memory, and said, "The Book of Shang says that the five elements are one is water, two is fire, three is wood, four is gold, and five is earth. The water is moistened, the fire is said to be hot, the wood is said to be straight, the gold is said to be from the leather, and the soil loves the crops. Moisten the bottom for salty, the flame for bitterness, straight for sour, from leather for bitterness, grain for sweetness. The Five Elements are nothing more than gold, wood, water, fire, and earth......"

The wind picked up on the small dirt slope, Chen Muzhi paused, and the air was very quiet.

He called softly, "National teacher, go back~"

No one answered.

He looked at Li Qing's back sitting quietly and walked over.

Li Qing sat cross-legged on his knees, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth smiled, his expression was very peaceful, one hand pressed his knee, one hand was open, and there was still the mud left by the small flowers in his palm, and the dust dispersed when the wind blew gently.

Chen Mu's heart trembled, and he called softly, "National Teacher~"

Li Qing just sat there, as if he didn't hear it, very quiet.

Chen Muzhi stretched out his hand and gently put it under Li Qing's nose, and for a moment, his body stiffened, and tears welled up.

......

In a mountain temple, a bonfire lit up the corner.

Sycamore sat there, wiping the blade of his sword with a brocade cloth.

An eight- or nine-year-old child looked at her curiously, "If you dismantle all the idols and set them on fire, aren't you afraid that the mountain god will blame you?"

"Don't be afraid. I have a sword in my hand, and he doesn't dare to come. ”

The child frowned and said cautiously, "But, I heard that this mountain god is a good god, and we demolished his statue, isn't it okay?"

Wutong rubbed his sword hand slightly, and the child hurriedly shrank his head and stuck out his tongue.

Wutong said, "I demolished it, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

The child's face turned red, as if he suddenly had courage, and said loudly, "You are my master, what you dismantle is what I demolished, it's a big deal to wait for me to have money in the future, just build another golden body for the mountain god!"

Wutong was about to speak, when a meteor suddenly crossed in the night, her heart hurt inexplicably, and a tear fell unconsciously, falling on the sharp and bright blade of the sword, splashing out.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wutong shook his head, stood up, bowed to the shrine, and said, "Passers-by have disturbed the tranquility of the gods by passing through this place, and they should leave this thing as an apology." ”

As the words fell, her body changed, and a Jingwei bird grabbed the child's collar and flew into the air.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Go see your ancestor!"

On the altar of the mountain temple, a scabbard lay there quietly, and a god faintly appeared, saluting the two people who were far away.

......

In Liulinpo, the little white fox looked at the moon in the sky, leaned on the branches of the big poplar tree, yawned lazily, and muttered, "Wood, why haven't you come back yet?"

The big poplar stretched its branches, and a muffled voice replied, "I don't know." ”

The little white fox rolled on the branches, chattering, "Ah, so boring, wood, I'm dying of boredom......"

Wood didn't speak.

The little white fox is also used to talking to himself, "I'll tell you, boredom really kills people......"

"Did you see that?" the wood suddenly interrupted the little white fox's whispering.

"See what?"

Wood didn't answer, he silently stretched out his branch to block out the sky above.

The gentleman is dead.

He thought about it, and suddenly became a little sad, just like the feeling that the little white fox had when he said that he was going to go thousands of miles away.

It turns out that once human hair turns gray and wrinkles appear on the face, it means that life is coming to an end.

He remembered his husband's gray hair, and suddenly understood why he hadn't come back with him.

The little white fox is very happy, so let her be happy forever.

Whether it's a human or a demon, there's always hope, isn't it?

Then let her keep waiting......