"Go pack up, you and I are a couple, and we shouldn't have any luggage. Fang Xuan said indifferently.

"But Uncle Fang, we haven't discussed where to go yet?" Han Xuan asked.

"I already know this in my heart, in the early years when I traveled to Zhongnanshan, I met a friend, and I had made an appointment to go together, but later when I returned to Laoshan Mountain, I calculated this catastrophe, and after several twists and turns, the matter was over. Last year, he sent me an address and told me to rush there immediately, but I was so bent on the Laoshan disaster that I missed the appointment. Now that these things can finally be put down, let's go and see, I hope it won't be too late," Fang Xuan said as he recalled.

"Where is it?" Han Xuan scratched his head and asked.

"Heilongjiang!"

"Northeast, aren't we going to break into Kanto?" Han Xuan thought, a little expectant and a little confused.

"Yes, let's go clean up, let's go back to Laoshan early tomorrow and pay our respects," Fang Xuan said slowly.

The two of them simply packed their luggage, and one of them had a small burden, but it was also light. Han Xuan went to bed very early at night, there have been many things in the past few days, and he has not rested well, this time the journey is not short, so he must be mentally recuperate.

But Fang Xuan was not idle, he was busy with Liu Wanshan's affairs all night, which also made him sigh for a while, he was originally a good person but ended up so stupid, of course, he didn't know that such a scene was all caused by himself. Fortunately, Liu Wanshan's daughter-in-law was a loving and righteous person, and finally took Liu Wanshan in. After settling all this, Fang Xuan also fell asleep immediately, he knew the way from here to Heilongjiang.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sun was warm and the breeze was gusting, Han Xuan and Fang Xuan said goodbye to some old friends in the village early in the morning and secretly returned to Laoshan Mountain.

"Although the clouds of Mount Tai are high, they are not as good as the East China Sea Lao. Fang Xuan stood on the giant peak, looking at the Yellow Sea flowing eastward, and sighed.

The sea of clouds is rolling, the fog is vast, and the palace of Laoshan is looming in the sea of fog at this moment, making people lose themselves in the mortal dust and fairyland. Can't see the end, can't see the edge, the clear light of the morning sun is blowing on the world, it can't pierce this sea of clouds, only light up a little light for the vast Laoshan Mountain.

"A leaf can obscure Mount Tai, if this sea of clouds covers the sky, can the sky see the world clearly?" Han Xuan thought, but he didn't say it, because now he was not covered by clouds and mist.

Closing his eyes, the whole world has never been so lonely, inhaling a faint vapor of water in his nose, but the sound of water in his ears sounded in his ears.

"The mountains are close to each other, and the sea is vast and faint.

Holding more Dai Zong should be exceptional, and the blue sky is close at hand and the clouds are red. ”

I don't know how many people wrote the inscription for Laoshan in history, and I don't know whether they remembered Laoshan or Laoshan remembered them. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, so uncomfortable, Laoshan into poetry, why not another kind of leisure?

Suddenly, a red light rose in front of his closed eyes, and then thousands of zhang of vermilion light sprayed from above the nine heavens! This light made his eyes sting, this light made thousands of miles of rivers and seas change color, and this light made everything in the world seem to bow to him!

The sea breeze is swaying upwards at this moment, and it wants to shake the sky with the momentum of this light! The sea of clouds has also dispersed, turning into wisps of subtle water vapor, which nourishes all things like that light! This wind and this cloud have only existed in the world for a day and night, but they are still alive and well!

Han Xuan was in tears at this moment, the sun had been with the world for hundreds of millions of years, and there were countless scenes with Laoshan Mountain, even he, the sunrise on this Laoding had been seen for twenty years, but what he saw this time was a scenery that he had never seen before.

"Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds are coming down one after another.

The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp. ”

This was Li Bai's poem, but it was attached to a minor key by Han Xuan's grandfather, and it was sung softly by Han Xuan at this moment.

For a long time, when the light of the rising sun was no longer dazzling, and when the wind in the early morning was no longer cold, Fang Xuan and Han Xuan went down to the top of the mountain and came to the Qingyun Temple of Taiqing Palace. This main hall of Laoshan records too much glory, but everything seems to have become a thing of the past, and it seems to be not.

"Why is the Dao statue of Emperor Wenchang in Sanqing Palace gone?" Fang Xuan clearly remembered that the last time he came, these Dao statues were still relatively complete.

"The statues of the Emperor Wuyue are gone, and there are two, maybe the Dao Venerables can't stand the shame of being smashed, and return to the Celestial Empire" Han Xuan also saw these abnormalities, but at this moment he had to comfort himself.

Fang Xuan sighed and shook his head.

Laoshan has been the coexistence of Buddhism and Taoism since ancient times, but the prosperity of Buddhism is also a large scale. But at this moment, the Buddhist holy places such as Huayan Temple, Stone Buddha Temple, Dashi Temple, and Fahai Temple have also been greatly damaged, and even the extremely precious Buddhist works such as "Tripitaka Sutra" and "Shufu Yuangui" have been lost. In the face of this political movement, no matter what faith you believe, no one can escape the worship of you.

Fang Xuan and Han Xuan knelt on the ground and bowed deeply three times to the shattered idol, but the two of them still didn't want to get up, so they wanted to keep kneeling like this.

"I will definitely come back, when I will shape the Dharma body for all of you, sweep away the dust of all the palaces, and reshape the teachings of the thousands of people in Laoshan. I'll be back, I will," Han Xuan said categorically.

Although the two of them were reluctant to leave, they knew that they were in danger, so under Fang Xuan's urging, they began to walk down the mountain. Along the way, Han Xuan saw the inscription of 'Mountains and Seas Heavy Light' on the back cliff of Taiqing Palace, saw the Longtan Waterfall falling like a dragon's tail, and saw the inscription of the Qiu Chuji in the White Dragon Cave who had preached in Laoshan Mountain: "Donglai Jimo Prison Mountain, surrounded by the sea on all sides, carrying Pingchuan, majestic boulders, handsome peaks, and the victory of the real cave heaven and blessed land."

Han Xuan's eyes were already filled with tears at this moment, but he couldn't help crying, because he knew that Laoshan didn't need more tears.

He looked back at this immortal mountain that stood proudly in history for thousands of years, and he looked at this mountain forest that had accompanied him for 20 years and was full of all his memories, and his heart was full of sadness.

But he looked at the sky again, and the sky was still blue, the clouds were still white, the sun was still shining, and the whole mountain forest was still lush and green.

That's good, he thought.

"Gone. Fang Xuan urged.

"Hmm. Han Xuan just coped, and what he was thinking about at the moment was actually a poem that his father taught him when he was a child, he didn't know who the author was, but when he thought about it at this time, he actually laughed.

"The ancient cave is deep in the blue mountain, and the feather man has gone to Baiyun to stay.

I am willing to deduct the firewood to visit Yi Lao, and not to go to Zhumen to worship the prince.

The inkstone cleans the seabed, and the tip of the pen dispels nine days of sorrow.

Don't seek to compete for wealth in the world, but be a gull in the vicissitudes of life. ”

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