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Country cottages, narrow lanes, and aromatic earthy scents everywhere. The crowing of chickens and dogs, the sound of mooing cows and bleating sheep, the sound of frolicking children and the urging of farmers to plow and whip, and the humming of young women washing clothes by the river, make up a peaceful and peaceful melody.

The surrounding peaks responded, like halberds and screens. The so-called paradise may or may not be more than that.

Of course, this is just Lin Xiangnan's feeling.

For a 21st century soul who has traveled through the world, it is impossible not to sigh when he once lived in such an environment where the natural environment was completely destroyed and the climate was impermanent.

This is a small village in the "Countryside" below Chixian. Lin Xiangnan and Ning Zhongxin's hometown, a place to live a small life.

There are at least three entrances and exits around this vast valley village, as well as a "wind and rain river" that leads to the southeast end. The environment here is naturally like a fairyland in Lin Xiangnan's eyes, but the people in this village are poor!

Almost every family will try their best to provide for their children to cultivate, just like Lin Xiangnan's previous life, countless rural families tried their best to provide for their children to go to school. What a pity for parents!

Lin Xiangnan has two older sisters and a younger sister, because he is the only son in the family, so although he has never shown cultivation talent, his family has been silently supporting, otherwise where could he get a piece of low-grade jade before?

He works in that restaurant, and because he is usually "not smart", he is often bullied. I didn't have much money, but I was robbed and deducted money for absenteeism, and I couldn't feed myself. The jade is saved by the family's frugality.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiangnan secretly scolded that Lin Xiangnan was too useless before. Even if you can't cultivate, how can a dignified man be like that.

However, he thought that his previous life was not the same, he had graduated from college for several years, but he still had no achievements and made his parents suffer in the countryside. Hey, don't talk about the second boss, it's all so useless.

Lin Xiangnan and Ning Zhongxin slowed down when they rode a wild horse near the mouth of the village valley, and at this time, they even got off the wild horse and entered quietly on foot. Ning Zhongxin was also in tears, and he hadn't come back for two years.

The farmer pointed to the sky and sparsed the field. At lunchtime, a group of children in the village ran to the osmanthus tree, which was said to be 1,000 years old, outside the small hut of the "mud bodhisattva grandfather" who could tell beautiful stories.

As far as Lin Xiangnan knows, this so-called mud bodhisattva grandfather has been lonely all his life, and he loves these children very much, and he doesn't seem to be a person born in the village, he is from outside.

This "mud bodhisattva grandfather" really lay on his old rattan rocking chair as usual, squinting at his pair of yellow eyes that were already a little cloudy, and smiling at the group of children swarming towards him.

Lin Xiangnan has a lot of this old guy in his memory. As a young Ning Zhongxin, he was naturally no exception, and when he looked at the group of children at this time, he couldn't help but have a look of memory on his face.

In fact, the fathers and mothers of these children were among his listeners when they were as young. At that time, the mud bodhisattvas also loved them very much. When the children sat down around him, he cleared his throat, which was already a little hoarse, and his eyes showed a different look.

At this time, these children know that "Grandpa Mud Bodhisattva" has already thought of a very good story. The children couldn't help but show a look of attention, and the mud bodhisattva didn't seem to notice the children's expressions.

On the contrary, he seems to have immersed himself in a story, a magical story that will be told by him, a story that he has experienced.

Stories, or maybe it's really just a story, or maybe it's just a dream!

"Legend has it that there is a mountain range called Yanfei Mountain Range in the boundary of a place called 'Yunque State', and there is a mountain gate called 'Wild Goose Mountain' in that area. When the mud bodhisattva talked about the Wild Goose Mountain, his eyes couldn't help but burst out with a strange light.

The children pricked up their ears to listen. Lin Xiangnan and Ning Zhongxin looked at each other and smiled bitterly, remembering that they were like this when they were children. I don't know how many times I've told this story, old guy.

"The Wild Goose Mountain, the mountains are undulating, the sea of clouds is rolling and rushing, and the whole mountain gate has infinite spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered between the rivers and ravines, so when I was young, I heard countless grotesque stories about this place. It is said that the mountain can move, no matter what you do, you can't find it, and even if you see it by chance, you can't climb the mountain, and you can't even touch the foot of the mountain. ”

These children even breathed a little shortness of breath when they heard this, how could the mountain move, why couldn't they climb it, and even if they couldn't climb it, how could they not even touch the foot of the mountain?

"And according to legend, there are immortal strange people in the mountains, where they practice Taoism, can absorb the aura of the mountain, break through the mortal body, fly with a sword, chase the wind and the moon, and gallop in the sea of stars, and finally can penetrate the mystery of immortality between heaven and earth, in order to achieve the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and then live forever and live with heaven and earth. ”

When these children heard this, they finally showed a look of sudden realization, it turned out that there were gods on the mountain, no wonder the mountain would move, and they couldn't climb it!

When the mud bodhisattva said this, it was like the previous words used up all his strength, and he suddenly closed his eyes and stopped talking, and then a little boy below asked in a low voice: "That mud bodhisattva grandpa, is there really a god in that mountain? Have you seen it?"

When the mud bodhisattva heard this, he couldn't help but tremble, his loose eyelids raised, he looked at the little boy who was asking, sat up and reached out and touched his head, with a different color in his tone, and said, "Little guy, Grandpa mud Bodhisattva really envy you!"

I'll it, this old guy is here again. Lin Xiangnan remembered clearly that he seemed to have asked this sentence when he was so young in his life, and then this old guy also touched his head and said that.

At this time, the other children told other stories to the mud bodhisattva, so after telling a few more stories, the group of children left satisfied. After the mud bodhisattva watched these children go away, his mind returned to the strange situation of his youth.

"Don't admire the world, forget the fairy world"

Every time he thinks of this, he will always have infinite regret, even unwillingness.

"Shout, old fellow, you've been fooling those stories for generations, and you haven't gotten enough of them. I'm all for you!" Lin Xiangnan turned out from behind a big tree that was hugged by several people, and said with some tears and laughter.

When the mud bodhisattva heard this, he looked over, and when he saw Lin Xiangnan, who was walking with Ning Zhongxin, his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into an unprecedented light, and he said two words.

"Providence!"