Beihai, Beiju Luzhou, Mengchongguo, a fishing village called Yucun. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sun Shao bought a thatched hut for ten taels of silver and lived there.

The small is hidden in the wilderness, and the big is hidden in the city, and he will appear here, in order to understand the process of old age and illness firsthand. When he completely realizes the Buddha power of old age and illness, the Buddha nature will disappear completely, and at that time, he will lead down the reincarnation tribulation and become an immortal.

The thatched hut where he lives is at the entrance of the village, and there is a big banyan tree outside the door, and the children in the village love to play here.

It was his first day on the move.

Early in the morning, the sky is not clear. He erected a mound beside the hut, and his name was not written on the tablet, but only four words: Send the king to death.

The grave next to the house was very unlucky, and he was regarded as a strange person by the villagers.

He changed his appearance, and his originally handsome appearance became ordinary and ordinary. Dressed in sackcloth and linen robes, he hides his luxury.

The fishing village fishes for a living, but he got a black cow and put it behind the house to feed. People thought that he raised ploughing cows, reminding him, he smiled and did not speak.

He kept a jackal and put it in front of the house to watch the door. After taking care of everything, I went to the hill behind the village, pulled out a large bundle of cattails, and put it in front of the house.

He sat silently under the banyan tree, and when the villagers accosted him, a foreigner, he often said a few words without much response.

He only sat quietly under the tree and made straw rings.

Ten years, before the six reincarnations, he realized the skin of the Dao power of the years. He tried to use the grass ring to weave six reincarnations.

The first is the Buddha power of life and death.

Braided, wound, bound, knotted, hooked, this grass was kneaded into a rope by him, and knotted into a loop. In a short time, two grass rings were braided. It looks the same, but it's a little different. Each grass ring carries Sun Shao's rhyme.

The grass ring of life is lush and evergreen, holding the grass ring, which makes people tired and relieved. The dead grass ring is yellow and rough, but when placed around, mosquitoes dare not approach.

"Interesting..."Sun Shao found for the first time, it turned out that Dao power could still be used like this.

I don't know what kind of grass ring can be made by using the power of the old and sick Buddha.

The Buddha power of illness, Sun Shao has not yet understood, but the Buddha power of the old, he understands a little.

He used the power of the old Buddha to weave the ring, and the grass rope gradually withered, Sun Shao had not yet braided the grass ring, and the grass had dried up and broken from it.

Can't make it up, can't make it up. The old Buddha's power has not been fully comprehended, if Sun Shao uses it rashly, the price will be the same as a grass ring, old age and withering.

"Difficult. ”

Sun Shao sighed, but a little girl shrunk her head and walked over.

Wearing a floral cloth jacket, bare feet, and four silver bracelets on his wrists. The little girl has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and she is cute.

"Uncle Weirdo... It turns out that you are not a plower, but a weaver..."

"Uncle Weird..."Sun Shao felt helpless. He built a mound for Emperor Qing, and he put Jianwei and Kui Niu in front of the house and behind the house, all of which seemed to make people think of him as a weirdo.

"Uncle is not weaving mats, he is weaving straw rings. ”

"Grass rings, why do you weave grass rings? Do you wear them on your head? You can still sleep on the weaving mat, you can still wear your shoes, you can still use the basket, why do you weave the rings..." The little girl blinked and her eyes were cute, which made Sun Shao inadvertently think of the missing doll, and her eyes gradually softened.

"It's useful to weave grass rings..."

"Cut, what can the grass ring do... However, my uncle's straw ring is really well knitted, can you give me this grass ring..."

The little girl pointed to the ring of grass, and her big eyes flashed.

"Take it. This yellow grass ring next to it will also be given to you..."Sun Shao handed the two grass rings to the little girl, but the little girl only took the grass ring of life and put it on her head, but she didn't like the yellow grass ring of death.

"It's not good-looking, I don't want to..."

"It can repel mosquitoes, don't lie to you. ”

"Don't, don't, it's not good-looking..."

The little girl wore a grass ring on her head, hummed a village song, jumped around, and circled around the big banyan tree.

She is usually frail, if she doesn't like to move, but when she wears a grass ring, she feels that her hands and feet are small, and she is full of inexhaustible strength.

"Uncle, I don't look like a princess..."

The little girl's big eyes flickered, looking at Sun Shao.

"No imperial concubine will wear a grass ring..."Sun Shao shook his head with a smile, and continued to weave the old grass ring, but it all ended in failure.

"Hmph, Wanqing grows up, she must be the imperial concubine, uncle wait and see!"

The little girl puffed up and ran home.

Sun Shao was slightly stunned and sighed.

"Wanqing... In this life, this woman is really called Wanqing..."

Emperor Qing is dead, and what agreement he had with this woman will not be known after all. After nearly 20,000 reincarnations, this woman has obviously forgotten all about the Qing Emperor, but why, she has been called Wanqing for generations.

Sun Shao was silent, weaving the ring of old age, but he could not weave it.

In the evening, he was about to get up and go back to the house, but he saw a tiger-headed young man, leading the young girl Wanqing and walking towards him.

The boy looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and his face was gloomy, like an adult.

He walked up to Sun Shao and pouted, "Are you that foreigner? What are your intentions for giving my sister a grass ring! If you hit my sister's attention, I will never let you go!"

"Why did I beat your sister's idea?" Sun Shao smiled dumbly, he looked like a strange uncle?

"Because, you're weird, Abba and Grandma say so. The young man didn't answer, but the young girl answered.

"Qing'er, don't talk nonsense. The young man said this, but his face was very much in agreement.

At a young age, do you have scheming?

Sun Shao patted the young man's head, the young man wanted to dodge, but no matter what, he couldn't dodge.

Sun Shao rubbed the young man's messy hair and said with a smile, "You are a good brother." What's your name?"

"Xue Shishi!" the young man said stubbornly, turning his head in disgust and dodging Sun Shao's hand.

"The surname is Xue..."

Sun Shao ignored the two little ones and went back to the house.

"Wait, I'm here to return your grass ring, and I haven't given it to you yet..."

The boy took off the grass ring from the little girl's head, and wanted to chase Sun Shao's thatched hut and return it to Sun Shao. But as soon as he saw the jackal in front of Sun Shao's house and the strange grave of the dead, he swallowed his saliva, stopped his steps, and did not dare to approach Sun Shao's house.

After all, he is a teenager and lacks guts.

"Bad brother, give me back the grass ring, this is what Qing'er wants to come by herself!"

The little girl snatched back the grass ring and ran home triumphantly.

At night, he did not rest, but took out the Tao Te Ching and recited it silently. He once sang in Sanshengguan, and he has become a famous role, and the voice of chanting is faintly good.

Recite the sutra three times a day, hoping to light up the 5,000 words before the centennial agreement.

After reciting, put away the bamboo scripture, take out the Qingping sword, and put it horizontally on his lap.

In that year, in the city of Taishan, he received two letters.

Lao Jun gave him the imperial jade and asked him to escort the Qingdi to the ruins, he did it, and even made up for three regrets for the Qingdi.

And the Yuan Shi Tianzun gave Sun Shao Qingping the sword - the sword of the Tongtian Sect Master.

This sword is not only an innate spiritual treasure, but also a symbol of status - a symbol of the master of the sect.

The hope of Yuan Shi Tianzun is to let the person who obtains the Xuanyuan Water Control Banner inherit the Taoist system of interception.

This is a task that does not count as a task.

In the letter, Yuan Shi Tianzun had two pleas.

If you have the chance, ask the one who has the sword to rebuild the sect.

If you have another chance, please let the one who has the sword rise to heaven.

Sun Shao shook his head, he neither thought that he was capable of rebuilding the sect, nor did he think that he would be able to resurrect Tongtian.

It's just that what makes him feel nostalgic is that before Yuan Shi died, what he never forgot was the guilt of the Tongtian Sect Master.

Yuan Shi seems to have made the same mistake as Emperor Qing. In order to maintain the so-called Mandate of Heaven, he broke with his junior brother Tongtian.

In "The Romance of the Gods", there is no mention of Yuan Shi's slightest regret, but Sun Shao faintly feels that Yuan Shi Tianzun destroyed the sect, not that he does not regret it, but he is too helpless. The more you carry, the harder it is to put a lot of things down.

Think about it carefully, the gods and Buddhas in the sky seem to be the most leisurely and happy in the old emperor, eat when you want, grab when you want, how domineering.

Sun Shao closed his eyes and smiled, maybe he was right to follow the path of the White Emperor.

Because of the path of the White Emperor, it is like the Monkey King in the original book.

If there is a chance, rebuild the sect, and if there is a chance, resurrect to heaven. Sun Shao didn't plan to find trouble, and he didn't agree to Jiang Ziya's request, only said that if he had the opportunity, he would not take risks, and he was willing to contribute a little.

That's all.

The resurrection of heaven requires a lot of things.

Taiyin Yellow Spring, Qiankun Underworld, these two things shape the body.

The Dao fruit of the living soul, obtained by the blood sacrifice of the living soul, this thing reshapes the soul.

The peach returns to the original, and the ginseng fruit and the five elements of the apricot core reshape the yin god and yang god.

Mixed Yuan Dao beads through the sky, reshaping the power of the Dao.

In addition, it is necessary to wait for the arrival of the third ring of the Heavenly Dao, in short, it is very troublesome to resurrect Tongtian, just because it is a saint, it is troublesome. Moreover, it is also dangerous. Sun Shao is not related to Tongtian and is unwilling to take risks.

He put away the Qingping sword, which was like a chicken rib to him.

Jiang Ziya doesn't know about the Holy Mother, but he seems to know about Wukong's sister.

Huang Feihu also seemed to know, but he didn't want to say more.

But judging from the performance of the two, the so-called Sister Wukong did not make people hate herself, which is the biggest good thing. At the very least, it shows that the person who stole his name has no ill will towards him.

It was late at night, Sun Shao went to bed and fell asleep.

Day after day, Sun Shao has lived in Yucun for a month, and he is also familiar with the fishermen in the village.

The name of the stranger was gradually forgotten, and instead, the villagers remembered Sun Shao's pseudonym.

Bai Fan.

The white of the white, the mortal mortal.

When he told people about this pseudonym, he was suddenly shocked. Sun Shao's pseudonym Bai Fan, Qiao Yandao's name is Qingshui, many things are arranged in the dark, and they are extremely mysterious.

He doesn't think about irrelevant things, he only focuses on appreciating life and weaving Buddha grass rings.

Every morning, he went to the hill behind the village to pick cattail grass, returned to the banyan tree, and knitted all day.

The grass rings he knitted had no selling value, but under the publicity of a little girl, his grass rings could gradually be sold for money.

"Green grass ring, one penny, after putting it on, you can sleep fragrant! Yellow grass ring, one penny, put it next to the pillow, insect repellent mosquito!"

It was Wanqing who helped Sun Shao shout, and it was the Qing Emperor who guarded the woman for the rest of her life.

But this little girl is only ten years old, and obviously does not understand the relationship between men and women.

She just came to help Sun Shao sell grass rings when she was bored every day. After personally proving the effectiveness of the Yellow Grass Ring, she no longer hated the Death Grass Ring.

With her help, Sun Shao was able to sell a few grass rings every day. The people who bought the grass ring were all villagers, and they didn't really need it, but seeing Wanqing cute, buy one to make her happy.

A few pennies is Wanqing's little happiness, and her happiness is just a love for money.

She habitually left half of Sun Shao's money, and she quietly saved up her daily income.

In private, she would use the money to buy books, paper, pens, and ink for her stubborn brother, who didn't really love money, but just cared about her brother.

Her elder brother Xue is thirteen years old, and after the New Year, the family will raise money to send him to study in Mengxue in Dacheng.

At this age, it's a little late to go to school. There are nine months left until the Chinese New Year.

Time is like water, and another month has passed. Sun Shao made no progress in weaving the old and sick grass ring, and gradually, the matter of the grass ring was put down.

He began to obey Wanqing's request, weaving straw baskets, straw mats, and straw sandals.

Grass rings cannot be sold, but these three things are indispensable daily necessities for the villagers.

Sun Shao's straw weaving has been able to use the two kinds of Buddha power of life and death at the same time.

Straw mats, straw baskets, and straw sandals, worn and used, can make people feel more energetic, and where they are placed, they can also repel mosquitoes and insects.

The old king in the north of the village is in a hurry, his family has been knitting straw shoes for generations, and now Sun Shao is actually stealing business with him.

He came to Sun Shao to fight, wanted to dismantle Sun Shao's platform, and wanted to coax Sun Shao out of the village, but when he saw Sun Shao's skills in weaving shoes, he was amazed and stunned.

"There are people in the world who can weave such magical straw sandals!"

At this moment, the old king did not hate Sun Shao, but was grateful to Sun Shao. He discovered a way to make money, a business that made money far more than making shoes.

In the third month of Sun Shao's residence in Yucun, Lao Wangtou and his wife together abandoned their ancestral straw weaving skills and started a trade.

Los Angeles is a big city, more than ten miles away from Yu Village, Lao Wangtou sells fish, shrimp and seafood from the village into the city, and at the same time, he will bring a few pairs of straw sandals, a few straw mats, and a few straw baskets.

Meng Chong is a country near the sea, and sea fish can't make a lot of money, so the old king does this just to hide his way of making money.

He bought straw mats from Sun Shao for 5 copper coins and sold them to Los Angeles, but sold them for 100 copper coins. It is impossible for the straw mat to be sold at this price, but after the old king showed the awakening and insect repellent effect of the straw mat, the straw mat became a bestseller.

This is the method he discovered to get rich, selling sea fish, just to cover up, Lao Wang was afraid that Sun Shao would find out that the straw weaving he made could sell for a lot of money.

He hated to sell more straw mats every day, but unfortunately, Sun Shao had limited manpower and could only make so many straw mats every day.

Lao Wangtou tried to steal Sun Shao's straw weaving skills, but even if the technique was the same, he couldn't make up Sun Shao's magic effect, so he had to give up.

With the old king's purchase of straw mats, there is no need for Wanqing to shout. She gradually stopped pestering Sun Shao, except for occasionally begging Sun Shao to make a few grass rings for him.

"Uncle Bai Fan, Qing'er doesn't look like an imperial concubine. She likes to ask Sun Shao that.

But Sun Shao's answer is almost always the same.

"No, how can there be a princess wearing a grass ring. ”

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. In autumn, the grass and trees in the village begin to wither, and the grass on the hill behind the village is also withered and yellow, and it is no longer possible to weave straw mats.

In just three months, the old Wang Tou has become a little rich, and he bought several acres of land behind the village, and people have gradually become arrogant.

He began to dictate to people, but only to Sun Shao, he was sincerely afraid and did not dare to offend.

Sun Shao is his God of Wealth.

"It's autumn, and the grass is gone, what should I do? "The old king is a little anxious, there are some rich families in Los Angeles, but he paid a deposit and ordered a straw mat. Unable to deliver, not to mention losing money, offending large families, but troublesome.

"If there is no grass, I won't make it up..."Sun Shao replied shallowly, as if he was no longer interested in comprehending the Buddha's power.

This is a change of mood, he has completely adapted to Bai Fan's identity, and has forgotten his original intention of coming to Yucun.

Gradually, he found that his appearance began to grow old. Just a little, not much, but let him understand that his state of mind is right. If you want to comprehend the power of the old Buddha, you must have this state of mind.

For three whole days, he stayed at home, there was a jaw lying at the door, the old king was anxious, but he didn't dare to come to urge Sun Shao.

The old king had nothing to do, so he came up with a way, spent a tael of silver, and asked Wanqing to come forward and ask Sun Shao to continue weaving straw mats.

As for Pucao, Lao Wangtou decided to find his own way and buy it from other places. There is always a place, and the grass is still green.

One tael of silver is a large amount for Wanqing. On the night of the third day, Wanqing plucked up her courage and came to Sun Shao's house, and when she saw Jianxi, she trembled with fear, but when she saw the grave of the dead, she was in a trance, not afraid, but a little close.

"Send... What the... One... What"

She couldn't recognize all the words on the tombstone, and she knew the pitiful few words, which her brother Xue taught her when he was free for ten years.

Xue has been getting busier and busier for ten years, in order to go to Los Angeles to study in Mongolia after the New Year, he studied hard, and gradually cared less about his sister.

"Do you care about this grave?"

I don't know when, Sun Shao's figure appeared behind Wanqing, which really startled her.

"You... Why did you run behind me..."

"I'm asking you, are you interested in this tomb..."Sun Shao sighed.

"Well, I'm a little concerned, Uncle Bai Fan, did you engrave this word, it's so beautiful, you not only know how to weave the table, but you can also engrave it, Qing'er thinks that Zhang Agong in the West Village, the words he carved are not as beautiful as yours. ”

"Let me teach you, these four words are 'send you to death'... It's cold outside, so let's come inside... Don't worry, this big wolf dog won't dare to bite you..."

Sun Shao took a deep look at Jianwei, sharpening his Buddha nature, and it was also a rare insight for Jianwei and Kui Niu. The two fierce beasts are both Taixuan Demon Immortals, and with this insight, they may be able to lay the foundation for breaking through the Ancient Demon Venerable in the future.

Of course, that is hundreds of thousands of years later, the word eternal demon venerable, eternal and ancient, is not good, and good things really must go through eternal years.

Sun Shao entered the house, Xiao Wanqing secretly glanced at Jianqing, and after making sure that the big wolf dog would not bite herself, she followed Sun Shao into the house.

In the room, the tables and chairs were clean, and there was even a bookshelf, on which were all kinds of classics that Sun Shao took away from Guigu Pavilion.

"Ah, Uncle Bai Fan, you have a lot of books, you are really knowledgeable. ”

"If there are many books, you may not be knowledgeable, or you may just be an ornament. ”

Sun Shao sighed. He hadn't turned over the book of refining for a long time. Back then, he thought about alchemy, thought about refining weapons, and when he first crossed over, he enjoyed his life, but after all, he found that only cultivation was his right path. I don't have the leisure to learn a sub-profession.

But gradually, singing and straw weaving have become Sun Shao's sub-professions, a sub-profession that is not sought after by immortals, how to explain this.

"Uncle Bai Fan, don't you want to teach me to read and write..."Xiao Wanqing asked weakly.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you. ”

"Mr. Bai!" Xiao Wanqing called Sun Shao, a student who studied Mengxue.

"I'm not sir," Sun Shao sighed.

Overnight, Sun Shao was teaching Wanqing to read, reading the Tao Te Ching. This scripture is too difficult for children to understand, but it is not bad as a literacy initiation.

In the middle of the night, Wanqing was tired and fell asleep on the table, after all, she was a child. And Sun Shao sighed, hugged Wanqing and put him on the bed, but he went out.

Wanqing forgot her intentions, but Sun Shao knew her intentions.

This is a confused little girl.

Outside the door, Sun Shao looked at the low nameless tomb and said indifferently,

"Brother Cang, your guardian, she doesn't remember..."

Sun Shao stepped out in one step, and his body melted into heaven and earth, appearing on the hill behind the village.

He closed his eyes, and with a turn of spring power, the mountains and cattails slowly turned from yellow to verdant.

"If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will bloom with the peach blossoms..."

Sun Shao shook his head, stepped out, and returned to the house.

The big banyan tree at the head of the village is evergreen, but it is dyed by Sun Shao's spring and is even greener.

The power of wood is spring, and the power of spring is more powerful than that of wood.

The next day, Xiao Wanqing yawned, stretched, and suddenly found herself in Sun Shao's bed, but the child didn't understand the affairs of men and women, and didn't feel anything wrong, but just thought that he hadn't come home overnight, and his family was worried.

She tiptoed and pushed the door out, only to find that Sun Shao was weaving grass outside the house, and early in the morning, the old king was around Sun Shao and patted his ass.

"Oh, Brother Bai's straw mat is so good, it touched the Qingdi, let the Qingdi descend to the world, Brother Bai has to weave grass well, my family's livelihood, just point to you. ”

No matter what the old king said, Sun Shao only smiled and did not answer.

And Wanqing, when she heard the old king mention the Qing Emperor, she was stunned.

She didn't understand, but she suddenly felt so sad.

"Uncle Bai Fan, I want to cry. She hid in Sun Shao's arms, and Sun Shao sighed even more.

"You shouldn't have been hiding in my arms, even if it belonged to you, and you were dead. ”

Wanqing is destined not to understand this, this year, she is ten years old.

(The story of the Green Emperor tells us that people must know how to care for themselves.) It's good for men to have a sense of responsibility, but when responsibility becomes their own excuse, it's over)