Chapter 389

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With this abrupt sigh, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the tabletop, and then the cracks spread to the table legs, and cracks also appeared on the bluestone floor, and then the corners of the wall, the cracks climbed up the wall, and cracks began to appear on the bright window paper, until finally the cracks came to the beams and columns. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The desk top shattered into hundreds of small pieces of wood and fell to the ground, the table legs split into thinner strips of wood and fell to the ground, and the cracks in the bluestone floor deepened, like a black abyss, the wall skin peeled off, the window paper hissed and drifted away, and the beams and columns creaked and deformed and then disconnected.

With a bang, the remote house of the Taoist temple collapsed like building blocks, splashing the sky full of smoke and dust, and the cracks continued to spread outward, cutting the rest of the Taoist temple into pieces.

The entire building of the small Taoist temple collapsed in the smoke and dust one after another, but fortunately, the cracked lines that destroyed the walls were extremely magical, cutting the hard and heavy building materials into pieces, and collapsed according to some spatial cutting laws in the dark, and did not crush the life and death in the house.

The air after the rain was originally extremely refreshing, but at this time, the small Taoist temple was full of smoke and dust, full of ruins, and the thin Taoist man with two Taoist children was covered in dust, and he got up from the ruins in a very embarrassed way, covering his nose with his Taoist sleeves and coughing constantly, looking extremely miserable.

Ye Yao stood quietly among the bricks and stones, his body was filled with smoke and dust, but his eyebrows, eyes and clothes were still so clean, and he didn't get any dust.

When he is willing, he climbs the ladder to uncover the tiles and repair the eaves, and he can be covered in rain and cement points.

When he didn't want to, it was full of mud and rain, and he didn't want to touch the corner of his clothes.

"You are my own sister after all, don't force me to kill you. ā€

Ye Yao looked at Ye Tong and said calmly: "If you still insist on standing in front of me with such a stubborn attitude, I really don't know what will happen in the next moment." ā€

Ye Tong wiped away the dirt formed by the tears on his face mixed with dust, looked at him and said hatefully: "Brother, one day I will be stronger than you, at that time, you will no longer have a way to kill me, I will stand in front of you again, and I will insist on snatching back what should belong to you." ā€

After saying this, she turned around and left the small Taoist temple.

Ye Yao looked at her back and disappeared outside the gate, silent.

"What the hell is going on?"

The thin Taoist pounded his chest in pain, looked at the small Taoist temple in front of him that had turned into ruins, thinking about his savings and hard work in the past decades, and thinking of the pictures of begging grandpa to tell grandma to turn around, his body trembled, and his voice was full of despair and sadness.

Ye Yao frowned slightly, looked back at him and said, "I'll pay for it and repair another one for you." ā€

"Is this a matter of money? Is this a matter of money?"

The thin Taoist was full of grief and indignation, clutching the Taoist robe on his chest tightly to avoid dying of heartache, and roared hoarsely: "Every brick and every wood in this Taoist temple was bought by me with my own hands, I know where they were, but what about now? Now there is nothing, I have forgotten where they should be, is this a matter of money? These are my lives! Is that money able to buy back?"

Ye Yao looked at the bricks and wooden blocks in front of him that were cut into extremely fine pieces, and after a moment of silence, he said: "You are right, the newly bought bricks and wood can only build new Taoist temples, and the old ones cannot come back if they are destroyed, and there has never been any rebirth in this world, some are just new births." ā€

After saying this, his expression froze slightly, and he stood in the ruins, never making any more movements.

Ye Yao didn't know why this small Taoist temple, which had become a ruin, was able to let herself feel such a feeling, and would say such a thing completely unconsciously.

He only knew that since he traveled to various countries and broke through the barrier of life and death, his realm had become more rounded, and the realm that was gradually as calm as a mountain and stone had a sign of loosening after the previous slight trembling.

How did the thin Taoist know his state at this time, seeing him silent, thinking that he didn't want to cause trouble, he couldn't help but feel more and more annoyed, wiped away his tears, and took the Taoist boy to the ruins in the hope of picking up something useful.

The movement of the collapse of the small Taoist temple was not small, and the neighbors soon rushed over, looking at the tragic scene of the ruins, people whispered a few words, and then went back to their houses to get tools to help.

Many of the neighbors' own houses were damaged by the torrential rain, but they thought that the thin Taoist was old and frail, and the small Taoist was thin and weak, so where could they take care of their own affairs.

Although there is no way to rebuild a Taoist temple in such a short period of time, the loud sound of trumpets and the sound of people's laughter and labor seem to indicate that in the near future, the small Taoist temple will be restored to its original state.

The thin man wiped his old tears and thanked him everywhere, his face full of sincere smiles.

It's twilight.

Ye Yao woke up, he looked at the busy figures of the ordinary and ordinary people in front of him, looked at the smiles on their faces, and thought about the words that the thin Taoist had said, thoughtfully.

The thin Taoist walked up to him, glared at him, and wanted to scold him, but he subconsciously didn't dare, and thought about the words when the Taoist temple collapsed, so he couldn't help rubbing his hands a little nervously, and asked, "Are you really willing to pay?"

Ye Yao looked at him and said seriously, "If you want, I can build a temple for you." ā€

Back Mountain.

The senior brother stood in front of the waterfall, listening to the sound of thunderous water in his ears, looking at the mist splashing like stars, without the slightest expression on his face, and after being silent for a long time, he said, "I heard that his building collapsed." ā€

The senior brother stood beside him and sighed and said, "He came to the capital by chance, don't envy such things." ā€

Senior Brother raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Senior Brother, why should I envy him?"

The capital, on the shore of Yanming Lake.

On the dining table was a large earthen urn, in which was milky white haggis soup, and the verdant coriander was scented by the heat of the mutton soup, and the fragrance suddenly spread throughout the house.

Xu Chen took the chopsticks and crushed the bean curd in the dish with the tip of the chopsticks, the maid peeled the garlic and mashed the mud next to him, and the big black horse was in the garden, looking at the movement in the house through the threshold, his eyes were very wide, and his nostrils were extremely round, I don't know if he was curious or greedy for the meat offal in the pot.

"I heard that the small Taoist temple where Ye Yao lives collapsed this afternoon. ā€

After Xu Chen paused for a moment, he couldn't help laughing and said, "I heard...... When the senior brother heard about this, he stood in front of the waterfall for a long time, and finally smashed his own courtyard. ā€

The maid raised her head and looked at him in confusion, she had been to the small courtyard in the back mountain of the Dushan Sect, thinking that the quiet courtyard had actually become a ruin, she couldn't help but feel a little pity, and asked, "Why?"

Xu Chen shook his head and said: "Guys in the realm like Senior Brother and Ye Yao, who knows what they think? I often think that when I cultivate to their realm, I will basically become crazy, and the Little Daoist Temple has collapsed, Ye Yao seems to understand something, Senior Brother smashed his own courtyard, probably trying to realize something?"

Although the maid has officially started to practice now, she still can't understand the way of thinking of those great cultivators who know the fate realm, thinking that what the young master said is right, they are really a group of crazy people.

When the haggis soup was getting colder, the meat was running out, and the sauce on the plate was getting left, Ye Tong finally returned to the shore of Yanming Lake, and the maid went to pack up the clothes, and Xu Chen was the only one left in the house.

Xu Chen watched her walk in the door and said, "Why did you come back so late?" By the way, although you don't pay the rent, shouldn't you do more housework?"

Ye Tong looked at the leftovers on the table, frowned and said, "You have a maid ring and a steward." ā€

Xu Chen said with a smile: "Then where is the happiness of letting the Taoist idiot wash the dishes and bring water for him? The Bright Divine Seat has worked in my shop, you can learn the glorious tradition of the Xiling Temple, and this matter will be spread in the future, it must be a good story of my family." ā€

Ye Tong's eyebrows frowned more and more, and he sat down without saying a word.

Xu Chen looked at her expression, guessed that she was in a bad mood at this time, but she didn't have any restraint, and continued: "Having said that, I thought that your brother would at least invite you to a meal.

Ye Tong looked at him quietly and said, "It seems that you plan to live your small life in the capital for a long time, but have you ever thought that this world cannot condone you living like this." ā€

Xu Chen smiled slightly and said: "I am a Tang person, and I am a second-floor disciple of the Dushan Sect, I can't imagine that anyone would be stupid to come and disturb my little life." ā€

"What if you were the son of God?"

Ye Tong looked at him, his eyes as bright as Qiu Hu's eyes were full of mockery and coldness.

Xu Chen was slightly stunned.

In that conversation a few days ago, Ye Tong directly exposed the fact that he was enchanted, and then at this time she mentioned such a possible fact so lightly.

"I really don't know what you're talking about. ā€

He said.

Ye Tong said: "If it is really as rumored, you are the son of the general back then, then you are the shadow of the night that the Bright God Throne saw in his eyes back then, and now there are probably very few people who still remember that incident back then, but how do you think I can forget?"

"Do you believe it?" Xu Chen looked into her eyes and asked seriously.

Ye Tong pondered for a long time and shook his head.

Xu Chen's expression was slightly relieved, and he said, "Why don't you believe it?"

Ye Tong said: "True Jue. ā€

Xu Chen cocked his right thumb and praised sincerely: "Intuition is the highest, come on, please eat haggis, I still have some hidden in the kitchen, just to honor you." ā€

Ye Tong didn't smile, looked at him and said, "I don't believe it, it doesn't mean that the temple doesn't believe it...... My brother appeared in the capital to pay attention to Simon's return to old age, but I believe he actually came to see you. ā€

Xu Chen shook his head and said: "I inquired about something, and the maid also knew some secrets from Wei Guangming, since the Xiling Temple forcibly stopped this matter and imprisoned Wei Guangming for more than ten years, this means that Daomen does not believe in the story of the son of God." ā€

"Even if the temple does not believe, it does not mean that the Buddha does not believe. ā€

Ye Tong said.

Xu Chen thought of the two ascetics he met on the streets of the capital in the early spring morning, the Dao Shi master from the Hanging Temple in the Unknown Land, and the conversation with the stone Buddha in front of the lonely tomb in the spiritual world, especially the very obscure parts of the dialogue, he couldn't help frowning slightly and was silent.

"Don't talk about these boring things, let's eat haggis first. ā€

He looked at Ye Tong and smiled, and said, "Haggis must be eaten while it is hot." ā€

Ye Tong frowned and said, "It's not the winter solstice, what kind of haggis soup do you eat?"

"Who said that haggis must be eaten on the winter solstice? Who said that you can't stab people without a gun?"

Xu Chen's words seemed a little inexplicable, at least for Ye Tong, there were some meanings hidden in it that only he could understand.

After a moment of silence, he said, "And I don't necessarily have time on the day of the winter solstice. ā€

Although Ye Tong was forced to leave Taoshan, as the chief secretary, she still had her own source of information in the capital, so when she heard Xu Chen's words, her brows couldn't help frowning deeply again, and her eyes were gradually occupied by doubts and surprises.

On the day of the winter solstice, it was the day of Simon Wang's glorious return.

Time is passing and the autumn weather is fading.

There was a small Taoist temple in the capital, and the enthusiastic neighbors helped the people in the temple to rebuild their houses, and then they knew that there was an enthusiastic person in the small Taoist temple who liked to wear plain cloth shirts, and no matter what happened to the neighbors, they would get help from that person, and that person didn't seem to know what trouble was.

Accompanied by the sound of the waterfall, the man sat in the pool with an ancient crown on his head and meditated for many days and nights, and a fat man followed behind the sixth senior brother, sighing and carrying earth, stone and wood and other things, asking the man to rebuild the courtyard.

The heir Ye Yao, in the warm and secular market of the capital, calmly and silently walking on the path of sanctification, Mr. Duishanzong, in front of the lonely and deserted waterfall, received the baptism of wet mist, his face became more and more indifferent, but his eyebrows became more and more straight.

General Ximen Wang, who returned from the border stopper, kept accepting the rewards of the imperial court, and feasted constantly in the mansions of various princes, no one knew, late at night, he was still used to sitting in the back garden of his general's mansion, looking at the bare branches that had fallen yellow leaves, and watching the falling snowflakes silent.

Xu Chen traveled back and forth between the back mountain of the Dushan Sect and the shore of Yanming Lake, practicing calmly, occasionally fighting with Ye Tong with his will, and more often being silent in the withering lotus field.

The capital is silent, so it seems calm. The people of the city were silent, so they were at peace. In the eyes of most people, this silence and calm will last at least until the end of the winter of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse. Because no matter how you look at it, no one can break this peace.

The wind and snow have gone in autumn, and it is the day of the winter solstice.

On this day, General Ximen Wang will resign from the palace, and His Majesty the Emperor of Chaoyang will reward him again for his merits and give him the glory of a family banquet, and then the Manchu Dynasty will send him away from the capital.

On this day, the small Taoist temple was finally rebuilt, Ye Yao combed her hair seriously, stood behind the thin Taoist man, like a cheesy acquaintance in a rural marriage, thanked the neighbors who came to participate in the ceremony, and then moved the chicken, duck and water and wine in the hands of the neighbors to the back kitchen.

Ye Yao looked at the renovated Taoist temple behind him, as well as the rain eaves of the neighbors who had been repaired by him not far away, showed a sincere smile, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Big." ā€

The people in the courtyard by the Yanming Lake have also woken up.

Xu Chen took a bath under the service of the maid, changed into a brand new black hospital uniform, carefully tied his hair, put on a flat crown, and the whole person suddenly looked a lot more energetic.

The maid also took a bath, and then cut her hair short with scissors, combed a pigtail very carefully, carefully powdered the bronze mirror, and painted the thrush.

"It's beautiful. ā€

Xu Chen looked at the refreshing little girl in the mirror and said with a smile.

The maid got up from the stool, turned around to arrange his hospital clothes for him, took off the thread on his shoulder, and said, "Today is our big day, no matter how serious you are, you should be serious." ā€

Walking out of the bedroom, Xu Chen snapped his fingers, summoned the big black horse who had been bored in the corner of the garden and gnawed on the plum all night, slapped the horse's buttocks lightly, and said, "Go back to the mountain sect by yourself." ā€

The big black horse tilted his head slightly, feeling a little puzzled, but after all, he was not a human being, and even if he had doubts, he couldn't say it, so he had to run out of the house and go out of the city along the long street.

Ye Tong is not a big dark horse.

She stood under the tree at the garden gate and looked at the newly dressed master and servant, suddenly stretched out her hand to the sky above the courtyard, and said calmly: "It will snow heavily today, and you still want to go out?"

There were dim clouds in the dark sky, and the clouds were as calm as mountains, and it seemed that snow could fall at any moment.

Xu Chen looked up at the sky and said, "The rain can keep people, but the snow can't keep people." ā€

Ye Tong said: "Snow can't keep people, so you want to keep people?"

Xu Chen said: "I don't understand what you mean. ā€

Ye Tong asked, "Why did you disperse all the housekeepers and maids in the house last night?"

Xu Chen said with a smile: "This doesn't prove that I didn't keep anyone?"

Ye Tong said: "You know what I mean. ā€

Xu Chen said: "Today's winter solstice, the steward and Yahuan should also accompany the family more. ā€

Ye Tong said: "Then why do you want me to leave? Don't tell me, you haven't given up assassinating Ximen Wang, you are going to do this at this time." ā€

Xu Chen asked, "Are you worried about my life or death?"

Ye Tong shook his head.

Xu Chen said with a smile: "Although it does sound a little sad, but this is the real you, since you are not worried about my life or death, why bother me to do anything?"

"Ximen Wang is my Daomen Keqing, my brother came to the capital for this matter, he will not allow you to destroy it, and I will not allow it, so if you want to make a move, I will leave you here. ā€

Ye Tong looked at him and said calmly, his right hand was outside the sleeve of the Tsing Yi robe, and he was about to hold a virtual sword in the winter wind.

Xu Chen looked at her right hand, and after being silent for a long time, he said, "It seems that everyone in the world, including my division, does not agree with me to assassinate Ximen Wang. ā€

He raised his head, looked at Ye Tong's eyes quietly, and said: "You know what kind of person I am, I can't beat Ximen Wang, so I won't think about killing him, I want you to leave, I just want to tell you that Ye Yao's small Taoist temple reopened today, since it is the winter solstice, you should go there." ā€

Ye Tong said: "You haven't said whether you went to assassinate Ximen Wang. ā€

Xu Chen said: "I swear to you in the personality of my master, I never thought of assassinating Ximen Wang. ā€

Ye Tong's expression remained unchanged and said, "Change your name." ā€

Xu Chen said: "If I assassinate Ximen Wang, then I and the maid will never be together. ā€

Ye Tong was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to really promise like this, frowned and asked, "Then why do you two attach so much importance to today?"

Xu Chen said: "We're going to eat haggis soup." ā€

Ye Tong was silent, his Tsing Yi robe fluttered slightly, and disappeared into the depths of the wolf plum tree gnawed by the big black horse.

The big black horse chewed the broken foam of the plum blossoms, with the fragrance, left the Yanming Lake, and ran out of the city, the officers and soldiers stationed at the south gate of the capital knew the origin of the black horse, where would stop it, and watched it disappear on the cold winter official road outside the city.

It didn't take long for the big black horse to run back to the Dushan Sect, drill the clouds and mist from the side gate and step on the slope, and appeared on the shore of the mirror lake on the cliff flat of the back mountain, constantly wheezing, lowering his horse's head to kiss himself on the lake, and greedily drinking water to moisten his throat and horse lungs that were about to burn.

The big dark horse didn't know what Xu Chen was going to do, and he didn't know why he was in a state of anxiety, it just vaguely felt that he should return to the Dushan Sect earlier, so that the people in the Dushan Sect could guess what was going to happen on the shore of Yanming Lake, and it thought that it was the one who reported the news.

Pan An stood at the other end of the lake, looking at the big black horse on the opposite bank, a heavy melancholy appeared on his round cheeks, Tang Xiaotang looked up at him and asked, "Will something happen?"

"It stands to reason, according to the character of the junior brother, he knows that he will lose, so he won't make any decisions, so nothing should happen, but why did the big dark horse come back?"

Pan An frowned slightly, and said: "I now find that I don't seem to really understand what is going on in his heart, I always thought that he was a cold and unrealistic guy, so it is hard for me to imagine that he would make some brave and vain moves." ā€