Introduction:

Some people are born destined to be extraordinary. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It may be a small end at the beginning, but one day it will go to the moon for nine days, go down to the ocean, and look at the ends of the day.

1. Wine is old, and people are old people

Early winter is approaching, it is almost dusk, and the sky is dark and oppressive. The black clouds were so low that they seemed to collapse all at once, and the lush mountain and forest branches and foliage were extremely luxuriant, and the two were almost together.

This is Lianyun Mountain in Shu.

A small Zhuangzi sits at the foot of Lianyun Mountain, looming in the rising mist, chickens and dogs are mulberry, and it seems extremely quiet. Looking at the past, it really looks like a landscape painting with light ink. The trail that extends from Zhuangzi is winding and quiet, and it has been disappearing into the depths of Lianyun Mountain. On this path, a young man of twelve or thirteen years old was staggering slowly, very thin, with a dark complexion, and his face was stained with some stains, but his eyes were very clear.

Carrying a bamboo basket on his back, most of which was filled with firewood, and holding a dead branch in his hand, he walked and stopped along the path, looking around from time to time, or burrowing into the bushes on the side of the road, when he was looking for dry firewood for the fire. The cold wind whistling in his ears was blowing very cold, so that he always put his cold red hand into his arms and rubbed it, and then rubbed his face vigorously, the exposed skin was really unbearable to the cold wind, which could also bring him some warmth.

He called Jiang Xing.

A native of Shu, unlike ordinary people, he often has some weird dreams.

The dream was dark and dark, and nothing was real. The identity is not the big man he imagined, but the one who was scolded as a moth by a middle-aged couple...... Gnawing the old people...... It's like talking about this thing, but I don't understand what it means. It wasn't until later that he drank a lot of wine, walked in a tall building full of stones, and was hit and killed by an ironbox-like monster.

From ignorance to memory, I have lived for more than ten years and have had many dreams similar to this.

Jiang Xing never told people about this, because the things in it were too much like ghosts, snakes, and gods, and they were not like the earthly world.

"It looks like it's going to rain in this weather, I'll pick up a few more firewood and go," Jiang Xing muttered to himself, turning the bamboo basket on his back, thinking about the weight inside, it should be enough to deal with it for two days.

The wind was more severe, and the water vapor mixed in the wind was getting thicker and heavier, Jiang Xing looked up at the black and oppressive ink clouds, and hurriedly quickened his hands and feet.

Suddenly, there was a long rainbow in the sky, and without the slightest movement, it fell directly on a big tree at the end of Jiang Xing's field of vision.

The flourishing canopy swayed, and the figures swayed with it.

Like a mirage, it's dreamy.

One was graceful and slender, the other was an ape with a bee's waist, a man and a woman were clearly dressed, and Jiang Xing saw a strange long box on their backs. The messy and unearthly posture in the wind made Jiang Xing feel that the whole world had lost its color for a while.

"Immortals?"

"Youkai?"

Two thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the midst of the horror, Jiang Xing hurriedly hid behind the trunk of the tree next to him, his chest heaving, covering his mouth and not daring to gasp.

"The maple leaves are blood-red, it's late autumn, welcome the Venerable Master back to the palace!"

Jiang Xing hid on the side, couldn't help but stick out her head and look secretly, only to see her black hair dyed with ink, white clothes and snow, as if there were stars in her eyes, and she bowed slightly to Lian Yunshan. Although the sound sounded weak at first glance, it ethereally spread far, far away, and in the howling wind, even Jiang Xing could hear it clearly.

When had he ever seen such a character?

The most beautiful Aunt Li in Zhuangzi can't catch up with one ten-thousandth of it. In those dreams, the women who scratch their heads and pose in the floodlight box every time they wake up and feel bright and moving, it is impossible for them to have such a dusty temperament.

It seems to be real and illusory, at this moment, Jiang Xing really can't recognize reality.

The drizzle is drizzling and falling on the earth.

The man also bent down slightly, and the two of them seemed to be really waiting for someone. Jiang Xing was secretly looking, ready to check the man's appearance, but saw him turn his head abruptly. Even if there was no thunder above the sky, his eyes were like lightning, and when he looked over, Jiang Xing only felt that the heavens and the earth were bright, and the whole person seemed to be exposed, and there was a slight hint in his eyes. The air was as heavy as slurry, so that it could not rise and fall in the chest, and it was as if breathing had stopped. Jiang woke up a spirit, and wanted to take back the head that poked out, but he couldn't move at all.

"It's okay, it's just a woodcutter from the village ahead. As she spoke, an object suddenly pierced the sky, came near, and threw herself into her arms. With a wave of Shi Shiran's hand, the thing was firmly grasped in the hands of the white jade.

"Wine is old wine, people are old people—"

"Drink this pot of wine, and leave. ”

The "whoosh" sound stirred during the shaking, and it was a very ordinary-looking wine gourd.

There is trembling and hoarseness between the words, which shows the old age of the person who came to speak, but the person who does not see him only hears his voice, and the mighty and mighty do not know where it comes from. All this subverted Jiang Xing's senses, could it be that there are really gods and ghosts in this world?

I was talking about 'respecting the teacher' before, and the person who wanted to talk back and forth was their master.

couldn't move at the moment, Jiang Xing could only look at the two of them without moving. Suddenly, the man waved his clothes, as if suddenly the sky was falling apart, everything in front of him was shattered, and there was a loud noise in his head, and he passed out.

"Respect for Teachers ......"

In a trance, Jiang Xing heard a sigh:

"How can you respect the teacher. The poor nun has escaped into the empty door, alone, and the past has nothing to do with me. On weekdays, I eat fasting and chant Buddha, I don't like to bother, two donors, please go back. ”

......

When I woke up again, the drizzle was still so wet, and I got up in a hurry with the bamboo basket, only to see any figure above the treetops in the distance.

In the twilight rain, the mountain is still the same mountain, the tree is still the same tree, and the path is still the same path.

It's all the same.

The black clouds pressed on the top, and Jiang Xing looked at this earth-shaking as if he was stunned, and his clothes were soaked by the drizzle and he didn't know it. It wasn't until a thunderbolt in the sky and a bean-sized raindrop fell that he woke up from the chaos, looked around for a while, and the whole person was empty. With a long sigh, Jiang Xing saw that the firewood was already wet with rain, so he hurriedly covered it with the linen cloth that had been prepared in the basket and hurriedly rushed to Zhuangzi.

So, they should all be immortals, right?

Until it was dark and the rain was pouring down, and Jiang Xing, who rushed back to Zhuangzi, was full of this question.

The village is very small, with only a few dozen households, and the torii archway erected at the head of the village many years ago has become mottled. Standing under the mottled archway, Jiang Xing's heart is surging like a tide bursting the embankment. Originally, he thought that this world was very boring, less than one ten-thousandth of what he dreamed of, but for the first time in more than ten years, he felt the magnificence and waves in the face of the unknown.

While pacing briskly, Jiang Xing, who said that the wind is the rain, had already started a plan in his heart.

He had to go outside, go out and see.

Of course, it's not now, Grandma is already old, her legs and feet are inconvenient, and it is impossible for him to abandon Grandma.

Grandma worked hard to raise him, and he was not his own grandson, but he never regarded him as his own; leaving Grandma alone and lonely, Jiang Xing would never be able to do it.

His footsteps paused slightly, and in the rain curtain covering the sky, Jiang Xing looked sideways at Lianyun Mountain.

There, there are immortals......

"Grandma, grandma, I'm back!"

With a creak, he pushed open the wooden door that seemed to be overwhelmed, and stepped into the threshold, where he lowered the wet bamboo basket.

An old woman with a pale face slowly walked out of the back room, holding an oil lamp in her hand, and the bean blossom jumped in the dark, and she said while pacing: "Wake up, it's so late, why did you come back today? It's windy and rainy outside, and your clothes are wet, right?"

Although it is not yet winter, but the wind and rain are urgent, Jiang Xing's body is thin, and the cold rain is pouring on his body, and now he is naturally shivering again and again, and his teeth can't help but touch.

Without waiting for him to answer, Grandma looked at him like this and hurriedly said, "Go and change your clothes, but don't get caught in the cold." ”

Jiang Xing said hello, changed out of wet clothes, and saw some sporadic fires in the stove, so he took a bench and sat down nearby, rekindled the fire with hay, and added some firewood.

The warmth hit, and Jiang Xing's heart rippled.

He has lived in Lianyun Mountain for more than ten years since he was a child, and he knows the climate here very well. The winter of Lianyun Mountain is very cold, as the saying goes, the rain in autumn and the wind in winter are all cold things, but the rain in autumn in Lianyun Mountain is often raining, and the autumn rain is accompanied by the winter snow, and suddenly winter comes.

At the moment, he didn't think that there might be another sad winter in the future, and in the firelight, Jiang Xing's face was full of longing colors.

That kind of ability to fly through the sky and sweep the earth is really desirable......

Seeing Jiang Xing's silent appearance, Grandma had already turned a blind eye, coughed dryly, and said slowly: "There are still two sweet potatoes in the pot, wake up, eat and rest early." ”

Jiang Xing was really hungry, and when he opened the pot, whether it was cold or hot, he gobbled it up. The appearance of eating very deliciously made Grandma sigh secretly, "Young people have good teeth", turned around and was about to go to bed, when suddenly Jiang Xing said loudly: "Grandma, I saw an immortal in Lianyun Mountain before!"

"Immortals, what immortals?" Grandma was stunned for a moment and paused.

Jiang Xing swallowed the last half of the sweet potato, waved his hands and feet, and said, "It's flying in the sky! They are still standing on the treetops, they must be immortals." The skin is like jade, and besides, I've never seen anyone so good-looking. Grandma, have you ever seen someone like this before?"

Grandma pondered for a long time, and Fang said, "I've heard some of this kind of strange things. When your grandfather was young, he also saw it. ”

Jiang Xing has never seen Grandpa's true face, and he will go to his grave to hoe grass every year.

Hearing this, he was very excited, and hurriedly asked: "Strange people? That means that the two I saw are not immortals, can they also fly in the sky?"

With a cough, Grandma looked at Jiang Xing's eyes full of curiosity, and thought about it for a moment: "It should be an immortal...... Your grandfather also told me afterwards. You should also know that there is a nunnery on Lianyun Mountain. ”

"I know," Jiang Xing nodded repeatedly, he had indeed heard something.

Grandma cleared her thoughts and said, "Your grandfather used to go into the mountains to hunt, and once, halfway up the mountain, I saw several nuns holding bright swords in their hands. Flying over the treetops, it only took a few ups and downs and then disappeared. However, when I met those female nuns on weekdays, they all came and went in a hurry, chanting sutras and chanting Buddhas, but I never saw them use any special methods. Thinking about these humble cultivators, they will not show their abilities in front of others on weekdays. It is rare for ordinary people to see something extraordinary. After a pause, Grandma licked her dry lips and continued, "I have seen an old nun in the mountains before, and I saw a goshawk pounce and catch a hare. She knocked it down with just one stone, and with a wave of her hand, she held it firmly in her arms. He is really a man among the gods. ”

With Grandma's narration, these things that capable people can't make Jiang Xing yearn for more and more.

sighed: "I really never thought that the nuns who usually looked simple and unpretentious would be such characters. Grandma, if I also learned these skills, wouldn't we have meat to eat every day!"

"This kind of ability, which we mountain people can learn. Your grandmother has lived in the Zhuangzi until now, and I have never seen them come down to pass on their skills. Don't think about the unbounded, let's go and rest early. Grandma laughed, turned and left the stove room.

Hearing Grandma's words of 'wash and sleep', Jiang Xing looked at the fire snake with teeth and claws, until it was gradually extinguished, and he was leisurely distracted.

The two of them, who looked like immortals, seemed to be related to the Mirror Flower Nunnery in Lianyun Mountain, after all, the word 'poor nun' sounded like a nun's self-title. They called 'Zunshi' and said that Rausch 'returned to the palace'. But it looks like it's not an empty person.

His thoughts were like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out, so Jiang Xing simply ignored it.

He was extremely determined: since those nuns don't teach, won't they learn themselves?

Jiang woke up, who was obsessed, until he fell asleep, still thinking about this matter, a rare night without dreams.