The mountain stream has not dissipated the water mist, under the agitation of the wind, hazy like a thin veil, surrounding the green mountains and green trees. The golden sunlight dispelled the dampness and cold. Zhang Baijian stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. But seeing the picturesque scenery, it is indescribable.

The mountain cliff is steep, and there are strange flowers and grasses and craggy old pines between the cliffs. The plank road between the cliffs is dangerous and tempting, and people can't help but step on it. Walking is really carrying clouds and fog, chic as the wind. It is no wonder that folk rumors say that the deep mountains are more sacred, often in the clouds and mist.

Whether it is true or false, it should be related to the special landscape between the mountains and forests.

The mountains stretch in the distance, and there is no end in sight, but I feel that the other side of the mountain is the place where the red sun rises, full of mystery.

All the way down the plank road, Zhang Baijian had already seen the smoke buried in the clouds. Along the place where the smoke rises, a small stream gurgles down, cheerful and light.

"The green mountains are hidden in the water! Maybe that's how it feels!" Zhang Baijian couldn't help but sigh.

Waving his sleeves to remove the clouds and mist in front of him, the grass was overgrown, but it made Zhang Baijian tremble.

Under the green grass and trees swaying in the wind, sections of withered yellow white bones are revealed, indescribably terrifying and desolate. At a glance, it turned out to be a mountain of bones, piled up.

"Sure enough, the troubled times are approaching, even if it is the ownerless Yellow Mountain, there are piles of corpses. But I don't know where they all come from. Turning his head, he couldn't bear to look at the white bones in these barren grasses, Zhang Baidao's heart had become heavy, and he was no longer interested in appreciating the leisurely beauty of this high mountain and long road.

Originally, with Zhang Baidao's ability, he could bury these white bones in the soil and let them return to dust and dust to earth, but after thinking about it, he gave up again. Buried in one place, and in tens of thousands, this secluded barren mountain is more like a large tomb.

The world is not prosperous, and no matter how much you do, it will be in vain.

When I came down the mountain, it turned out to be a peach forest. The mountain stream is cold, and in April, the peach blossoms of this forest are in full bloom, and a large piece of pink exudes a faint fragrance. It mixes with the smell of the earth and is refreshing.

Bypassing the peach forest, seven or eight low buildings appeared behind the peach forest.

The mountain stream is cold and heavy, and there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants, so people in the mountains will build low buildings when building houses. A small layer is used to isolate the cold and snakes, insects, rats and ants.

This is a small mountain village, it seems that there are few people, although there is no liveliness, but it seems extraordinarily quiet, but it complements the beauty of this mountain forest.

In front of a low building, a clever boy was leading the family's ploughing cattle out, and happened to bump into Zhang Baijian who came into the village.

Xiao Tong looked at Zhang Baijian strangely, and asked in a childish voice, "Where are you from?" But the voice is crisp. Zhang Baijian understood what he meant.

Zhang Baijian smiled and pointed to the distant mountains and said, "I came from the mountains and wanted to beg for a hot meal and a cup of tea!

Xiao Tong's eyes suddenly brightened, and he continued to ask, "Do you mean the big tuo mountain there?"

Zhang Baijian nodded.

"Is there really a god in the mountains?" asked the boy.

Zhang Baijian said with a smile: "Of course there are gods in the mountains! But hidden in the depths of the clouds, mortals can't see them!"

The little boy smiled indifferently and said, "My father just entered the mountain, and my mother said that he was going to be a mountain god! I will go to the mountain when I grow up, go to my father!" and be a mountain god with him!"

Zhang Baijian smiled on his face, but his heart sank, thinking of the white bones on the mountain. The boy's father may be among them!

Squatting down and touching Xiao Tong's head, Zhang Baijian asked, "Do you know what a god is?"

Xiao Tong nodded and said, "Of course I know! God is my father! My father is in that big mountain." So that big lump of mountain is a god! I look at the big lump of mountain, and I see my father! Do you think I'm right?"

Zhang Baijian was stunned.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of enlightenment. I am obsessed with what God is, but I don't realize that a child can see it clearly. The mountain lasts forever, and the clouds and mist of the mountain stream are ethereal. Isn't that God?

"Hahaha!" Zhang Baijian couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Am I not right?" the boy was visibly annoyed.

Zhang Baijian shook his head and said, "It's not as right as you said! It's just that I'm laughing at my own stupidity!"

Xiao Tong obviously didn't understand Zhang Baijian's words, so he could only scratch his head and lead the old scalper behind him to continue walking outside the village.

"You wait!" Zhang Baijian stopped Xiao Tong and took out a small lilac flute from the storage bag, which was originally when Zhang Baijian was in Zileixuan. When I have nothing to do, I use a flute made of purple bamboo of seven or eight years.

"This is for you!" Zhang Baijian handed over the little flute.

Xiao Tong hesitated for a moment, received it in his hand, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Zhang Baijian said: "This is a flute! It is a musical instrument, it is very fun!" As he spoke, he took the little flute back and put it to his lips and blew it. Although it does not form any systematic tune, it is melodious and tactful.

Xiao Tong happily took the flute again, couldn't wait to put it to his mouth, and whimpered and played.

After a while, he reluctantly put it down, and asked Zhang Baijian: "You said that I blew this under the mountain, will the mountain god Daddy on the mountain hear it?"

The softest part of Zhang Baijian's heart was hit hard, trying to keep himself trying not to think about the barren bones on the mountain, and said softly: "Of course! Your father will hear it! Every time the wind blows, it will be your father who hears your flute and laughs happily!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Looking at the back of the little boy who was holding the ploughing cow and playing the little flute, Zhang Baijian always felt panicked for some reason.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that walking in the world to accumulate external strength is not only to accumulate merit and harvest spiritual objects, but also to protect these ordinary and simple people, so that they can quietly enjoy the richness and excitement of this vast earth.

The tribulation force rolled slightly, but it calmed down again, and Zhang Baijian looked up suspiciously.

The sky is too one, and the gods are still blooming.

It seems that some kind of opportunity is quietly disappearing.

Zhang Baijian shook his head and walked into the mountain village.

The village was quiet, and by this time most of the people had gone out to work, but the doors and windows of the low buildings were unguardedly open, and there seemed to be no concern. It is no wonder that the ancient sages have always admired small countries and widows, and because of this, they can ensure the simplicity of the people's customs. Too much prosperity and luxury, it is easy to derive too much evil and greed!

Although the doors of every house are open, Zhang Baijian can't break in rashly, and he has to find a house with an owner before he can go in to rest and change into clean clothes. Now this body was stuck with a lot of dust and mud last night, sticky and sticky to the body, very uncomfortable.

"Anyone?"

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Zhang Baijian called from house to house.

When I got to the end of the village, someone finally answered.

"Who is it?" was an old voice, and there was tiredness in his voice that could not be concealed. (To be continued.) )