The cultivators couldn't wait, shouting and squeezing forward, for fear that the stone tablet would disappear. In this situation, as in memory, the ordinary people who rushed to Qingluo in the early morning were in a hurry to sell and buy goods.

The stele is silent, and I don't know how many generations and calamities it has experienced, and the stele body is full of simplicity and desolation. Zhang Ran was moved, where is this a stone monument, it is clearly an old man who has read all ten thousand years, a pair of old eyes looking through the time and space of ten thousand years, the other side of the avenue. The heart was shocked, a gaze that seemed to be nothing, as if he had inadvertently glanced at him, his body had nowhere to hide, and his soul suddenly became vain. Cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he had a terrible look, but he didn't know where this gaze came from.

The divine consciousness spread over the stele, and the cracks on the stele seemed to have turned into countless tadpoles, as if swimming. Well, has this stele been resurrected, Zhang Ran was surprised. Countless tadpoles, you chase after me, front and back, like a thin line. From life to life, countless lines are connected to each other, rotating according to a certain rhythm. A swirlpool the size of a spring pulled Zhang Ran's divine sense inward. Zhang Ran panicked, he didn't touch the body of the monument, how could this be, he couldn't think about it, his eyes were dark, and he was out of the secret realm.

Where is this? How has it never been?

Zhang Ran habitually mobilized his divine sense, but there was no movement, how could it be? My heart suddenly panicked, and my divine consciousness and true yuan seemed to be imprisoned, which was no different from mortals.

In the early spring weather, the morning light was faint, cold and biting, Zhang Ran shrank his body, shivering from the cold. Since the beginning of his cultivation, no matter how little clothes he wears, he has not been invaded by cold and heat, but now he seems to have lived a mortal life, suffering from cold and hunger. I remember when I was a child, I couldn't bear the cold, and the best way was to spread my feet and run for a while, panting unevenly, and my body was sweating and hot. You can also go to Gutang Mountain to collect firewood, carry bundles on your back, and after a few trips, you will undress and open your arms.

In the wilderness, running all the way, it is not cold, but his stomach is growling and growling. Zhang Ran sighed, I can't go to the village in front of the village, I can't go to the store, so bear with it first.

In the distant sky, wisps of light shone on the earth, and the sky was bright. From a distance, mountains, trees, and rivers gradually become clear. A shallow stream, sparkling with sparkling waves. Zhang Ran picked up the entrance, only to feel that it was unusually sweet, but it couldn't fill his stomach.

Zhang Ran got up helplessly, looked at a bush of trees opposite, childhood memories flashed, the trees in the forest, I don't know if there are still bamboo shoots and mushrooms. Breaking off a branch, stepping on the thick withered yellow leaves, Zhang Ran carefully searched. Brush away the deciduous grass stems, dot the new green, and dress it up. The soft buds, with their sharp tips piercing through the dead grass, sucking the breath of early spring.

The branches of some shrubs and thorns are crawling with green buds, and in a few days, this forest place will be full of mountain flowers. Holding on to the green branches, he stepped on them carefully, and not far away, there was a childish chirping birdsong. Zhang Ran was delighted, when he was a child, he didn't eat less baked bird eggs. Peeling open a canopy of dead leaves, between the prismatic branches, holds a fluffy bird's nest. The pink little meat ball stretched its neck, opened its goose yellow mouth, and chirped endlessly, I am afraid that I am hungry at this scene. Its parents must be looking for food for them.

Zhang Ran couldn't bear it, he couldn't deprive the birds of the dream of the blue sky. Fortunately, one or two bamboo shoots are outcropping. Peel off the layers of thick skin, and the tips of the tender yellow bamboo shoots are fragrant and delicious.

The ice and snow melt, the spring water rises, the grass and trees are green, the bamboo shoots break the ground, the flower buds are budding, the nestlings are broken through their shells, and the fish eggs are playing in the water......

Spring, the beginning of all things.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains are green, the flowers are blooming, the fruits are abundant, the eagles are striking the sky, the fish are flying to the bottom, and the beasts are competing for food. It is thriving and bustling.

This is the way of glory?

The earth is endless, the blue sky is blue, the sun is in the sky, Zhang Ran looks far away, and the beautiful scenery in the world should not be so. Zhang Ran was happy and intoxicated. When you are thirsty, you will drink the mountain spring, if you are hungry, you will have mountain fruits and red apricots, and when you are tired, you will rest your head on the bluestone. Scattering a mountain and lake, wandering between the water and clouds, in this life, how free and easy.

When I woke up, the sky was full of clouds and the cold wind was blowing. The boundless fallen leaves are like withered butterflies that fall to the earth. The bare branches are blown by the cold wind, and they are cold and hard, and their vitality is lost. On the soft earth, the yellow grass is even in the sky, and all are lodging. The beasts return to the cave, and the fish and birds are hidden. Between heaven and earth, there is no sound and color, and it is desolate and desolate.

Zhang Ran looked up to the sky and roared, no, I don't want this lonely sky, I don't want this fast and cold land. I want this flower to bloom and be red every day, I want this earth to be evergreen and full of fruits, and I want butterflies and warblers to dance every day......

The cold wind was mixed with ice and snow, covering the sky. Above the mountains, the snow is white, and countless rivers are all frozen in ice. The prosperity is gone, and everything swallows the sound.

Zhang Ran's whole body was frozen, his breath was dying, his hair, eyebrows, and clothes were full of snowflakes and ice cubes. Between his stiff fingers, there was a withered mountain flower.

He silently thought, why, why are you withering, my heart hurts. Zhang Ran's eyes gradually closed, as if he had realized that all things were extinguished, is this the way of withering?

Gutang Village, a small farmhouse, lives a young couple. The husband is powerful, and he is a good hand at crops. His wife sewed and washed at home, weaving cloth and raising silkworms, inside and out, and cleaned up the simple little home. Although the life is hard, the happiness and satisfaction arouse the envy of the neighbors, a loving little couple.

When the farm is not working, the young husband goes to Gutang Mountain to hunt, and often carries a badger, pig and wolf or something. His wife was pregnant, and he had to think of a way to nourish his wife's body.

The husband's greatest pleasure is to half-squat beside his wife, put his ears to his wife's big belly, and listen to the baby's boxing treasure. At this time, the wife looks at her husband shyly, and the husband always has to crack his mouth and laugh loudly, this kid is not at ease in his mother's belly.

When she was seven or eight months pregnant, her husband strictly ordered her not to do housework, and he took it all on. As for the wife, she found the old rag shirt and sewed the baby's small clothes, and her expression was focused, happy and serene.

A month later, when the melons were ripe, a baby's loud cry came from the house, "Wow, wow......"

When the baby was five years old, a lean old man with three strands of long hair floated on his chest. Dad respectfully accompanied him, refilling the tea bowl with water from time to time.

"Er boy, surnamed Zhang, I hope you will keep your promise when you grow up, so name it Ran. Your name is Zhang Ran. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, nodded to Zhang Ran's father, and floated away.

This year, Zhang Ran was seven years old, and his father called him aside and said, "Ran'er, it's good that Dad sent you to study in the school." ”

The peers in the village had already been sent to the Qingluo Jishu Hall by the adults, Zhang Ran was anxious, and when he heard what his father said, he shouted excitedly: "I want to go to the school, I want to go to the school." ”

The mother frowned and said, "Ran'er and his father, is the child too young, or wait for it to be older?"

"I'm still young, I'm as old as him, so I followed my father to the ground, and that's it. Dad waved his hand and made the final decision.

Three years later, Zhang Ran participated in the Gushan City Children's Examination and won in one fell swoop. The children who went with Zhang Ran were all named Sun Mountain, and Zhang Ran was the only one in the huge green radish set.

At the door of Zhang Ran's house, firecrackers rang off for a whole day, and several groups of people came to congratulate him. Dad was drunk, and the mother and son finally moved Zhang Ran's father to the bed.

The head of Gutang Village personally found a carriage for Zhang Ran, and the gentleman of the school also personally accompanied Zhang Ran to Gushan City School to register for registration. Sitting in the carriage, Zhang Ran looked back, the low dilapidated house, and the old face of his father. He gritted his teeth secretly, father, mother, and then he will read poetry and books hard and support his parents.

Another five years have passed, the big exam of the Hengshan Empire is coming, and the world's talents have gathered in the imperial capital, which is overcrowded. After three rounds of screening, Zhang Ran stood out and went to the Golden Palace to participate in the Talent Ceremony, and His Majesty the Emperor came to the main hall in person. Zhang Ran lived up to expectations and was among the top three. His Majesty gave the official on the spot, and the little boy Lang was proud. Who doesn't look up to admiration, Zhang Ran is famous and famous.

The mansion bestowed by His Majesty is majestic, with a large number of servants. On the second day, Zhang Ran showed His Majesty that he wanted to take his father and mother to Beijing to make offerings. When His Majesty heard this, Long Yan was overjoyed, and praised in court: "Good! filial piety!"

Zhang Ran's father and mother sat in a gold-inlaid sedan chair, and on both sides of the front and back, there were tall horses, and immediately sat on the majestic imperial guards. As soon as he arrived at the mansion, Zhang Ran knelt down to greet him and helped the two elders out of the sedan chair. The father and mother, who had tasted half of the suffering, were very relieved to see Zhang Ran's filial piety.

Twenty years have passed, and Zhang Ran's power in the court has become more and more powerful, but no one is unconvinced. He never took bribes, never cronyism, enforced the law impartially, and did things for the people of the court. Its word-of-mouth reputation is unparalleled for a while, and the people in the market call it "Zhang Qingtian". Zhang Ran didn't care, filial piety to his parents, and taught his children.

This year, Zhang Ran was sixty-five years old, and he was already the best official in his residence, a very popular minister, under one person, above tens of thousands of people, but he never manipulated his authority and formed a party for personal gain. In the past two years, his parents have passed away one after another, and the funeral is extremely glorious, and Zhang Ran is crying blood. The ministers and royal families who came to pay their respects were shocked. After the funeral, he took out his own money again, renovated the old house in Gutang Mountain, and accompanied his father's coffin back to his hometown. Along the way, there is no end to mourning.

Twenty-five years, with the flick of a finger, Zhang Ran is already 90 years old. Recently, he gradually felt in a trance, so he resigned to the new emperor. The emperor was extremely reluctant, the old ministers of the three dynasties, the fame was brilliant, and the emperor sent a painter to paint Zhang Ran's appearance and hang it high in the court.

In Gutang Village, a house with blue bricks and blue tiles. Zhang Ran's children and grandchildren all came to accompany him, serving tea and water, and never slacking off.

That night, Zhang Ran was half-lying on the bed, and there seemed to be a wind and rain outside, and there was a rustling sound. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, a person is born, since his mother's womb fell to the ground, and he can't escape the rope of time, regardless of how long he lives. Hey, there will be life and death, and there will be life if there is death, who can avoid this reincarnation.

I thought of myself, I studied hard in my childhood, experienced hardships, and later became prosperous, so what? Prosperity must decline, and decay to the extreme will also lead to prosperity, such as grass and trees, withering and reincarnating. Isn't this the case with this man, how can he escape? Everything in the world is like this.

Zhang Ran's eyes seemed to be about to close, and an old tear slipped out of the corner of his eye. In mid-air, a grand celestial sound.

"You can understand?!"

What did you realize?

"You can understand?!"

Am I enlightened?

"You can understand?!"

Zhang Ran's eyes lit up, I'm enlightened!