Chapter 922: Borrow thousands of mountains and rivers from the monarchs (3)

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When Xiao Mo was about to release his sword, a faint sound rang from the sky and the earth, like a rusty leaf falling, with a strong sense of loneliness, "It's really you."
Xiao Mo waited for the following, and after a while, the voice sounded again, "You all go back, and the meeting will not help."
Xiao Mo sneered, and no longer talked nonsense with the fellow Taoist who had only met a few times, he walked slowly forward and held the long sword in his hand. To the other person's true body."
Xiao Mo first nailed a long sword into the ground, and the entire lonely world was empty, and then changed its color, just like a picture scroll, because of the age, it appeared yellowish.
Chen Ping’an knew that the purpose of Xiao Mo’s sword was to serve as a temporary insurgency in the long river of time. No matter how magical the Taoist friend is, how tricky he is, Xiao Mo can always use his mind to find this one he made. Time ferry crossing, and then hand the sword again, only need to pull two places in one line, and it will not be completely lost. After Xiao Mo took a dozen steps, he waved a sword casually again. This was after the battle of Mingyue Haocai, Chen Ping'an saw Xiao Mo use his sword again.
The sword light is not a straight line, but like a gossamer that drifts in the wind, spreading out for thousands of miles.
Xiao Mo kept his sword out, or leaned or slanted it up and down, downplaying it, but the sword energy rhyme contained in Jianguang became more and more majestic every time.
This is the "hands-on" sword of an ascendant pinnacle sword repairman.
The rules of Xiaotiandi here are indeed a bit weird. Xiao Mo’s sword light is not scattered, but in Chen Ping’an’s vision, he has lost the traces of the sword light, like being folded and bent, as if it has been following a quiet fork. Go far away.
Xiao Mo said heartily: "My son, these fork roads are similar to the roots and leaf veins of a Chinese phoenix tree. But I can rest assured that the number of roads and the size of Xiaotiandi's territory have an upper limit. Xiaotiandi is even stranger than this, Xiaomo also It's not that I haven't experienced it personally."
Chen Ping'an nodded, not in a hurry.
That voice rang in the ears of the two again, "Since it is the reunion of old friends, why bother to meet each other."
Xiao Mo sneered with a sword in his hand and said, "I want to see, this small world of fellow Taoist can withstand hundreds of thousands of swords."
As long as you keep handing the sword, the sword energy and sword intent continue to accumulate, and the sword light can naturally burst out like a cone.
At that time, all condensed into a sword, it is a real questioning sword.
It is recognized that the spirit of the world is not easy to practice, not easy to regain consciousness, and slow to practice. The only advantage of this type of mountain daoist is that if there are no natural and man-made disasters, the life span is extremely long, especially the vegetation and the like. Once it is in the upper five realms, the Taoist age is especially older, but it really depends on the qualifications of cultivation, it really is not. Xiao Mo has a big self-esteem. Compared with his own swordsmanship, it is a world of difference. Even if I sleep for 10,000 years, I will give you 10,000 years of age out of thin air, so what?
If you are polite with me, I will be more polite than you. You are not polite with me, better, I will ask the sword as a thank you.
The old coachman in the capital, the ghost fairy Yu Jin, are all considered polite people.
When he arrived in Haoran, he had been going to the countryside to do what he had done, so he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiley person, which made Xiao Mo really hold back for a long time.
After Xiao Mo handed out more than a hundred swords, he was able to pull one of the sword lights with his heart, like a spirit snake tumbling, swaying violently on one of the roads, the sword lights splashing and exploding, like a slender galaxy instantly collapsed.
The voice was silent for a moment, only to remind aloud: "Chen Ping An, you'd better advise this fellow Taoist not to act like this. If the vitality of this place is hurt by the sword light, it will only affect the luck of the whole Tongyezhou. It’s hard to get back to the original state."
Chen Ping’an said indifferently:
The two evils are the lesser of power. It’s better than having a closed door. I didn’t even see the predecessor, so I went back home in a desperate manner. The crux of the problem today is not how I and Xiaomo acted. It’s just whether you’re willing to open the door to meet guests. You and I know that your so-called recovery is just superficial, but there are actually many hidden dangers. The descendants of Tongyezhou will have to pay off their debts one by one for today’s people. You follow the way of heaven, so naturally it doesn’t matter. The many sequelae of the collapse of ritual and music in the past years do not affect your own practice. As long as the overall number of a certain one remains the same, the predecessor will still be considered as a consummation of merit, and be credited to a continent of heaven and earth. Just wait for three to five hundred years, just wait for the Confucian Temple, the monks, and the various dynasties under the mountains, and of course I, refill the landscapes of various places, and you will have survived this great catastrophe safely, and you will be able to return to Consummation. Realm. But I am using the humane method to make up for the lack of land on a continent. The more you postpone it, the more troublesome it becomes. Your covenant with the Temple of Confucius has ended. Consummation, invisibly replaced and filled the vacancy left by the old master of the East China Sea, and became a kind of illusory master of a continent. Let alone see you again, it will be a difficult task to find you at that time. "
The voice didn't deny the matter, "Yes. I will retreat soon and make some deductions to find the way to the fourteenth level for myself."
Obviously, Chen Ping'an was right.
However, it was the first time Xiao Mo heard about this, and he suddenly stopped beating. He only felt that the so-called "Daoist" was just slapped himself in the face.
So in an instant, dozens of swords were handed out, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the whole yellowed world suddenly became white.
Chen Pingan walked slowly behind Xiao Mo, stopped, raised his foot and stepped on the ground, lowered his head and smiled: "The seniors are highly respected, and they were able to become ally with Li Sheng in the early years and built a town demon building for the Confucian Temple. The secret file of the Confucian Temple knows that the seniors have a gentle temperament and have no conflict with the world. This is also the root of the younger generations’ willingness to talk to the seniors, but now that I will be completely free again soon, the seniors can’t be sure what I must do. This It's not just something sitting on the sidelines, but crossing the river to tear down the bridge, so embarrassing a junior who is less than a year old, the mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, let alone a junior?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It really doesn't work, I will ask Li Sheng to move half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi here."
"I want to see if the seniors will want to be in the fourteenth realm at that time, can they see me, and if there is any chance, to ask me whether to agree or not."
"I think it's difficult."
The voice was a little annoyed, and hurriedly said: "The Temple of Confucius promised me that the catastrophe is over, and that covenant is destroyed on its own. Even the sages who are sitting here must not hinder my practice."
If this young man wants to act like this, it's okay if he can't find the Fourteenth Realm in a closed-door retreat. If he finds that avenue, it's like being blocked by a wall.
And once you get into such an embarrassing situation, then you and this young sword repairer will have a veritable battle between the two sides. As long as one of them wants to be in the fourteenth realm, they need to live endlessly with the other side.
Are you Chen Ping'an still a close disciple of Wen Sheng's line, or a Confucian disciple? !
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Since I can't replace the Confucian Temple, of course the Confucian Temple can't replace me."
To stop me from mending a continent and land missing is to ask me about the sword.
It's not a joke, please take it seriously.
The voice suddenly frustrated and said, "The Most Holy Master has been here before, personally wish me a smooth journey in my practice."
Chen Ping'an said blankly: "Then in this matter, I'm afraid I will disappoint the Holy Master."
Hearing this, the other party was obviously shocked beyond words, and was speechless for a while.
Wen Sheng did not dare to say such things, a madman who dared to disobey the Most Holy Master! Shit scholars, gentle sweeping, you swordsmen, your stinky temper that won't change for thousands of years...
Xiao Mo smiled heartily.
There was a long silence, probably trying to stabilize Dao's heart, the voice spoke again, finally showing a weak tone, "I can trust the saint of rites, but I can't trust you."
Xiao Mo squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have turned over the almanac. Today, I am not allowed to move the ground, enter the funeral, make a stove, plant, and bury. It is advisable to go out, harvest, use beams, build houses, and make alliances."
Chen Ping’an stepped forward, patted Xiao Mo’s arm, motioned not to rush to pass the sword, and stood side by side with Xiao Mo, smiling with both hands,
I also know the situation of seniors. For the predecessors, all the creatures that rise up are not just the palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are simply fleshy.
The voice continued: "To be precise, I'm a sword repairman who doesn't believe that he can act only by his liking.
After a while, I added another sentence, "I even want to believe that the outlander who walked into the Flying Eagle Fort back then can't believe in a last hermit from the Great Wall of Sword Qi."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If Seniors had treated people with sincerity earlier, they wouldn't have broken up with an old friend of ten thousand years."
"Chen Ping An! Your murderous intention at this moment is more serious than this "Xiao Mo"."
"The younger generation will accept it."
In front of Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo, a passage similar to a post road appeared. The two sides were as dark as night, similar to the two ends of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the past, connecting with a certain Taixu realm.
Chen Ping'an glanced back, and the white fog was vast, and he had lost the way he came.
Xiao Mo frowned, Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If you come, you will be at ease. It is a short trip."
Chen Ping'an took out a golden white jut from the sleeve, from the "Authentic Alchemy Book" presented by Li Xisheng, nicknamed "Moon Talisman". This talisman is relatively late in the book.
This talisman hovered on the side of the shoulder.
At the same time, in Chen Ping'an Xinhu Heaven and Earth, there appeared a sundial for precise timekeeping. Sure enough, there was a huge difference in the speed of time passing between the inside and outside of the world.
Glancing at the burning speed of the white horse's passing talisman, Chen Ping'an knew about it. In this world, it may have been a year before the outside world Tong Yezhou had only one day passed.
Chen Ping’an reminded:
No matter how gracious the seniors are, according to the timing of the outside world, at most ten hours later, I must see the real body of seniors and negotiate a deal."
Two donkeys appeared out of thin air on the side of the road, probably as a means of transportation, Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly, but not worried about any calculations, and directly turned over and rode on the donkey.
Qingpao carried the sword on his back, tied a red wine gourd around his waist, gently clamped the belly of the donkey, his hooves began to sway forward.
Xiao Mo shook his wrists, and a long sword was scattered into the light of his sleeves. Xiao Mo is still dressed in yellow hat and blue shoes, holding a green bamboo stick and sitting on the back of the donkey.
There are only black and white in the world, and Xiao Mo looks around like a scribbled freehand brushwork.
Xiao Mo asked: "My son, the rest of the sword lights?"
Chen Ping'an complained: "There is no reason to take back the gift you gave out."
Xiao Mo nodded lightly, regretful in his heart. He had already handed out two or three hundred more swords.
At this moment, the picture scroll is a dusk scene. The two of them rode on donkeys, and soon came to a hillside that appeared suddenly, came to the top of the mountain, and looked far away. Seeing the narrow road, there is a simple building similar to a post house on the side of the road. The team is mighty, spreading on the mountain roads, no fewer than thousands of people, even among them are the emperor's chariots, look at the arrogant look of the civil and military officials, is it to take refuge from Beijing? Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd and drank a sip of wine. His eyes were like a picture of Beijing's hundred divisions rushing. There was only one person in the picture, like painted paintings. The middle-aged man had a long bamboo tube around his waist. The of the right index finger, with a slight calluses on the belly, left the crowded road alone, chewing cakes, and walking along a stream to the depths of the mountains.
Chen Pingan discovered an interesting thing. If the previous Xiaotiandi was an ink painting, then when he saw this man, he focused on that man, or what he saw in the eyes of the man, it would gradually change into a fine brushwork. The details are clear, a flower and a tree, a stream of fish swimming, all come alive, with vitality, and eventually become a vivid green landscape painting, no different from the "truth" of the world.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Let's keep up with this little god."
In the twilight, the man found a village house by the creek with low thatched eaves. There was only an old woman and a woman, sitting alone, sitting opposite each other, weaving chicken coops.
The old woman asked the man to eat some food. In order to avoid suspicion, the man slept under the eaves at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, so he simply took advantage of the moonlight to draw out a chess book from his arms, got up and sat down, flipped through it for a while, He began to close his eyes and concentrate, twisting his hands like chess pieces, one after another, as if they were playing music.
Chen Ping An took the opportunity to glance at the cover of the chess book in the distance under the tree in the distance of the hut. It was actually a well-documented and well-known chess book. In Haoran's history, he was quite famous. It was just under the mountain and played against both sides. Five rounds has the reputation of "stop watching five rounds while sick".
Chen Ping'an was riding on the back of the donkey and glanced at the white horse talisman next to his shoulder, and the speed of the passage of time did not change.
In fact, even if there is a monk’s imperial wind, overlooking the entire world at the moment, it seems that there is only this scene. It is about that the senior reminded himself that there will be a scene of the next one after the past, and when all the relevant passes have passed, both sides To meet? What is the picture? Are you thinking of delaying time so that you can ask the Confucian Temple for help? Otherwise, it doesn't make much sense to invite someone to come here to help out and stop myself and Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo asked, "Master, do you need me to take a sword to find out?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "Be patient and watch the changes."
Xiao Mo asked, "Is that person's identity a chess player?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Seeing that the chess is not weak."
The man under the thatched roof doesn't seem to be playing music at this moment, but is playing against himself. To say how high his chess power is, it seems that he can't go anywhere.
Chen Ping’an is quite familiar with the rules of Go’s game in the world, and he can memorize it by rote. What’s more, there are four people who were born in the lotus flower blessed land. Apart from Wei Hailiang, the other three are Zhu Lian, Lu Baixiang and Lu Baixiang. Sui's right, even if he rests in the awe-inspiring world, he is considered a master. And on the Luopo Mountain, there are Zheng Dafeng and Shanjun Weibo, both of whom are good at this. Moreover, in the summer palace back then, there were also masters such as Yun, Lin Junbi and Scrophulariaceae Cao Dagon, all of whom were first-class. national champion.
Now, with Chen Ping’an’s Go skills, playing the first thirty or fifty moves with others, pretending to be a master, it’s still no problem.
Therefore, when teaching people to play chess in the summer palace, the hermit likes to call himself half a stinky chess basket.
There were no lights in the room, and the old woman and the woman who lived in each room started to play chess. There were no chess pieces on the board. Both parties just dictated the position of the player. There were so many long tests that at dawn, the sky was white, and the two players played. Less than forty hands. The man had long taken out the chess pieces and chess papers from the long bamboo tube and laid them out on the ground. While listening to the chess game in the room, he placed the chess pieces on the paper chessboard. When the old woman said that he had won the nine pieces, the woman gave up. The man became brave and knocked gently. After a while, the old woman and the woman walked out of the house. The man asked for advice and the old woman went to make a fire and cook, but let the daughter-in-law who had no more greed to teach him chess skills, Jingchai cloth The woman in the skirt only taught for less than half an hour, and said that it was enough to make him invincible in the world.
Having said this, the woman raised her head and looked under the tree outside the hut. She stroked her temples and hair intentionally or unconsciously.
Chen Ping'an turned a blind eye to this, and the woman got up and went busy. The man left, and looked back along the stream. She had lost the hut, and the man was confused.
In an instant, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo seemed to be returning back along a long river of time, riding a donkey again on the hillside, and once again saw the man with a bamboo tube at his waist, walking along the stream.
Xiao Mo asked with a smile: "Does the son need to play chess to beat them to pass?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It should be. When you continue to stare at the chess waiting edict, I will go to the post road to see if I can pick up the omissions, and come to meet you again at dawn."
After that, Xiao Mo continued to follow the man on a donkey, while Chen Ping An went to the road at the foot of the mountain, looking for an old official who looked like the person in the painting, wearing a purple robe and a goldfish bag, Chen Ping An casually found a conversation, and chatted with the old man. In the end, he said that he was willing to pay a high price to buy books, but the old man declined, saying that it was those boxes of books that had been kept for a long time and it was not easy to make money. Without saying a word, Chen Ping'an knocked over the book boxes on the carriage to the ground, and then stretched out his hand. There was a breeze. After all the books were spread out, except for the cover, they were all blank.
As for those characters, carriages and horses, it seemed that they had fallen into a static state. Chen Ping'an stood there, shaking his head and smiling: "The mountains and rivers are barren, and the predecessor's collection of books is still a little short, so that it is impossible to do it."
After that, Chen Ping'an had no interest in exploring. This kind of fake little world is too thin, with bones and bones, and no flesh and blood. How can we talk about a deeper level of energy?
Ride on the donkey on the side of the road again to find Xiao Mo and the hut.
I just didn't forget to wave his hand again, put those books back into the box, reverse the picture, and return to the carriage one by one.
At dawn again "this day", Chen Ping'an did not wait to see the woman raise her head and look at him again, and he led Xiao Mo on the donkey. He waited for the old woman to say the invincible words and smiled: "Not necessarily ."
Arrived at the boardwalk under the eaves, and smiled with the chess waiter: "Borrow chess pieces and chess paper with your husband."
After that, Chen Ping'an played a game of colorful cloud scores played by his senior brother Cui Yang and Zheng Juzhong, but today Chen Ping'an, of course, pretended to play chess with Zheng Juzhong and invited the opponent to continue the game.
The woman was dumbfounded, and the old woman also muttered to herself: "Is the chess of future generations already so high?"
Chen Pingan looked at the chess game with sleeves in both hands, and said seemingly casually: "If you want to come to the world, you always go to a higher place."
The old woman nodded and smiled, and the woman also raised her hand to stroke her sideburns, smiling at the green shirt guest who had no hosta.
As soon as Chen Ping'an said this, the scene of the world disappeared, leaving only one ancient chess book in the corridor and inside the house. Chen Ping'an glanced at it and put the two chess books in his sleeve and laughed.
Xiao Mo turned his head and glanced at him, "That fellow Taoist, why didn't he even take the donkey away."
Chen Ping'an patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, and praised: "No wonder we can be worshipped by Laoposhan."
After that, the two of them walked on foot, because there was a wider official road at their feet, with rice fields on both sides, which looked like autumn harvest time.
Suddenly, a rider passed by behind him, and when he went to the distance, Xiao Mo looked into the distance, and soon there was an additional hostel.
Before that ride, the young man in short brown clothes was riding a green horse, and he looked like a poor scholar. However, Chen Ping'an took a few more glances, only to find that this man was prosperous in his official career. "Human" weather, in short, is a noble man who deserves to be the prime minister in his fate.
When Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo walked into the roadside hostel in a hurry, they found the young man sleeping soundly with his head resting on a celadon, and a smiling old Taoist priest sitting beside him, sitting on the steps. Leaning against a large package, if you are used to reading Zhiguai novels, and you encounter such a worldly expert, then you should consult the longevity technique.
The host seemed to be steaming the rice, and when it was about to be cooked, a scent wafted out of the stove room.
Chen Pingan folded his fists and smiled and asked, "Dare to ask the old god, where does this official road lead?"
The old Taoist replied with a smile: "Handan."
Chen Ping'an asked: "Really not going to Daoxuan Mountain, a certain liquor store that sells Huangliang Liquor?"
The old Taoist sighed, and began to seriously look at the well-informed young man, shook his head and smiled: "The son is asking for a terrible question."
Chen Ping'an glanced at the bag. The old Taoist knowingly patted the bag he was carrying with him, and smiled: "There is nothing else, just a bunch of depressed bags, full of complaints, so I won't open it for the son. Lest there be a miasma."
The veteran Taoist glanced at the young scholar who was still sleeping on celadon. After taking his gaze back, he glanced at the road outside and exclaimed: "There is nothing else to ask for, just for the meaning of the Taiji book. There is no other person. It is Handan Road. Left person."
Chen Pingan smiled and got up immediately, took two steps back, and said, "Junior Chen Pingan, pay homage to Lu Zu."
The old Taoist priest named "Lu Zu" by Chen Ping'anzun waved his hand, motioned to sit down and talked, and asked: "Zhongtu Shenzhou Liang Shuang, Mr. Juluzhou Fire Dragon, Taoist Sun, the mysterious capital of the Qingming world, have they ever broken territory?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Never broke the border."
The old Taoist sighed and looked up at the sky, "The spirit is too weak, and the way is beyond the sky. The five elements are so angry that the sun and the moon are square inches."
Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged and smiled and said, "The wine flows into the big river, and people climb the Yellow Crane Tower. The Taoism is brilliant, and the past and the present are different."
The old Taoist shook his head in surprise, and smiled, "Pour a piece of cake, and relieve one's sorrow."
Chen Ping'an curiously asked, "Does the old generation have a relationship with the Huangliang Kingdom of Aquarius Island?"
The old Taoist nodded and said, "Poor Dao's native place is right there. It's just that I left home and wandered very early. On the contrary, I spent more years in the Qingming world than my hometown."
The old Taoist immediately smiled and played with a taste: "If the poor Dao in the early years was mixed with the sword of the cicada, the man surnamed Chen might not be able to retreat."
Chen Ping'an does not comment on this. In fact, this is a kind of "said one offends two" at a loss.
Chen Pingan asked again: "Has the senior ever met an old tree spirit?"
The old Taoist thought for a while, nodded and said: "By chance, I have pointed it to some practice."
Before Chen Ping’an was involved in the discussion of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, he wandered through more than 30 houses in the Yuanyangzhubaozhai. Li Huai, who was with him, only picked one favorite object, which was a bonsai, a fist-sized stone, and a seal carving. The word "Mountain Immortal" can of course also be regarded as "Xianshan". There is a pocket-sized old willow tree entrenched at the root of the mountain. Under the tree stands an old tree elder looking at the sea. He looks like an old man, only three inches tall, old and temperamental. Even bigger, claiming to be the Old Heavenly Sovereign from the south of the city, there seems to be a ban on the immortal family, suppressing the realm. When the old man saw a customer, whenever he had the intention of buying, he began to curse with his arms on his hips, spitting and persuading them to rise in the daytime.
Later, I heard Li Huai say that this old tree spirit said that he had seen a sword immortal with the Taoist name "Pure Yang" in the early years. One after another broke the border.
This kind of speech can be heard half way through. Sure enough, the old tree exactly has a relationship with the Taoist name "Pure Yang" Lu Zu.
Chen Ping'an asked again: "Old seniors and that burden?"
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Good vision, poor Dao and the ancestor of the Burdenzhai can be regarded as old friends."
The scholar woke up in a daze, and just had a dream of enjoying the glory and prosperity of the world. At this moment, he looked around blankly and saw that the old Taoist priest was still sitting beside him, and the lodge owner was still unfamiliar, but it was more than just before. A man in a green shirt and an entourage.
The scholar was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed and worshipped the old Taoist priest. After thanking him, he said that he knew the truth of life honor and disgrace, love between men and women, life and death.
When the scholar was about to leave, Chen Ping'an quietly waved his sleeves, and the clouds rose. Suddenly, on the open space in front of the hostel, there was an old locust tree with dense branches and leaves, and several acres of clear shade.
The scholar was dizzy, as if he was still in his dream, and when he looked around, he no longer saw the old Taoist priests and the green-shirted guest. He saw a green oil trolley driving out of the hole of the big locust tree and driving four tall horses. , There is a purple-clothed messenger, holding a jade wat, kneeling down to the scholar, claiming to be from a neighboring country, His Majesty admires talent... The scholar is agitated, but there is still a little bit of uncertainty. The figure drew up the curtain with a slender jade hand, the girl’s country was beautiful, and she and the scholar had an affectionate eyebrows... the scholar suddenly flickered, and when he was indecisive, the beauty looked resentful and bit her lip. The purple waiter fell on the ground and spoke earnestly. , The scholar finally moved forward and boarded the car...
Suddenly, all the green oil trolley, the purple-clothed waiter, the national beauty and the big locust tree all turned into smoke and dispersed.
The scholar fell to the ground, rubbing his butt, aching.
It was finally decided that it was not a dream now.
The old Taoist suddenly laughed with his palm, "Wonderful."
At the same time, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo also replaced a landscape painting, but in Chen Ping'an's heart lake, there was a ripple in the heart of the old Taoist priest, saying that a certain place in Huangliang country left a sword art.
Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo came to a place where the heat was rising. There was a drought. There was no rain for three months, the rivers and lakes were dry, the grains were not harvested, and the land, thousands of miles away, was full of vegetation.
Chen Ping’an performed a water technique to lower the rain, but after offering the magic technique, he would return to the original place, and if he wanted to protect himself from the wind, he would just go back in time. During the drought season, there was no harvest, and the people’s logistics moved. Along the way, the bones were full of bones, and the eyes were full of terrible human tragedies. Before encountering a group of women, children, and children who were about to fall dead on the way, Chen Ping’an squatted down and gave them drinks and food. It only slides through the throat and intestines, and falls straight to the ground.
Chen Ping'an was squatting on the spot and did not get up for a long time.
Xiao Mo comforted: "My son, they are all fake."
Chen Ping'an nodded and shook his head, "It used to be true."
After getting up and rushing on the road again, Xiao Mo glanced at the son's face, and it was no different.
Later, I encountered a county town. Someone in the city opened warehouses for disaster relief. It had been many days since they had set up a porridge shop. However, a group of gangsters who heard the news rushed past.
By the time Chen Ping'an entered the city, he was already like a purgatory on earth.
Inside the family portal where all the houses were dead, there was a young man who fell in a pool of blood, with tears on his face, and turned his head hard to look at an old man who was hacked to death.
The young man and his father repeatedly said that since ancient times, disaster relief needs military guards, why don’t you listen, why don’t you listen...
Chen Pingan sat on the courtyard steps covered with blood and corpses, stood up, and came to the young scholar, trying to hold his hand gently, but it was an afterimage, but Chen Pingan’s hand still hovered in place. Whispered softly: "Don't be afraid. For you good people, walking through this world is already walking through hell."
After that, I walked out of the county town, and Xiao Mo came to a dry river on the outskirts of a state town. Officials with chapped lips were praying for rain, but the folk custom of the Dragon King was doing in the city.
Chen Ping An squatted on the other side of the river, reached out and grabbed a handful of broken soil. He listened to the official's hoarse voice praying for rain. After reading it, he started from the beginning. After Chen Ping'an got up, he shrank and walked to the other bank of the river, standing on the other side of the river. Next to the incense case, he took out the pen and paper, and helped rewrite a prayer for rain. After handing it to the yellow-faced official, the latter, with the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, was about to recite the prayer for rain, which was incompatible with the etiquette system. , Just after reading the beginning, the official looked hurriedly, turning his head and looking at the man in the green shirt, as if asking with his eyes, is it really okay? Will it really not cause more disasters?
Because the content of praying for rain on that piece of paper is too disrespectful.
Generally speaking, this kind of rain prayer books have a standard similar to the officialdom, mixed with some respectful language, similar to "sincere and fearful", start with "I want to write to the rain teacher", and then write some "spring rain as an imperial edict, Xia Yuru "The Book of Forgiveness".
And the letter of prayer for rain in his hand begins with "Feng Bo Yu, Electric Mother Lei Jun, listen to my edict, and those who violate it will be cut."
So when the official endorsed the book, his voice trembled, that is, it has been too long since he had a drink. Otherwise, he would have been sweating. When he finished reading that rebellious prayer for rain, the official felt relieved and suddenly fell to the ground.
After a while, the clouds were thick, the thunder was rolling, the lightning was thundering, and in an instant there was heavy rain, and the land of thousands of miles was full of nectar.
Xiao Mo raised his head and whispered: "The son, before in the county seat, he almost handed the sword without holding it back. If he hacked it to death, he couldn't get used to it, because he has been deliberately disgusting son."
Chen Ping'an reached out and followed the raindrops the size of soybeans, "In fact, it has nothing to do with your fellow Taoist."
Xiao Mo smiled and said: "To be honest, if Xiao Mo sees this kind of scenes before ten thousand years ago, he will only feel relieved. It's indifferent. It's different now. Maybe it's been a long time with the son, and the ears and eyes have become so soft. Son, is this the difference between a cultivator and a cultivator?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's not all good to become a Taoist from ancient times to a Taoist priest. Just talking about the speed of practice will definitely slow down."
After that, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo came to a new place, a land of a county.
It turned out that there was a river in the county, and it has been flooded since ancient times. Chen Ping’an found that he was transformed into a prefect of a county’s parents. Not yet married.
Because he roughly knew the way of the "God", Chen Ping'an had no idea of ​​using spells and began to befriend the rich in counties and counties. As for how to manage the water, Chen Ping'an had a clear plan. After all, in addition to Zhu Lian’s construction method, there are also many books by the Nanyuan National Engineering Department. They have been carefully read, and they are more than enough to be a waterman for the court. Chen Ping’an has taken Xiaomo and a group of subordinates to inspect the city. After the geography of the riverbed outside, it was found that only a fish-mouth diversion was needed. Bamboo cages were needed to hold the rocks, and the water was tired and blocked. Afterwards, flat flutes and spillways were opened. Chen Pingan just copied and used the doorway knowledge detailed in ancient books.
Later, I walked through the door to ask for money with local wealthy people. I also saw some high-level anecdotes and various trends in the market. One of them once patted the table in person and said, "We who study sages and sage books are all doing kung fu on the Tsunami." At the end of the year, the wealthy man was only willing to give out fifty taels of silver. At the beginning of the year, he ran a piglet from his pigpen to his neighbor. He felt unlucky, so he sold it to the neighbor at the market price. Jin’s big pig ran to the house again. As a result, the rich man still had to pay according to the
market price
at the beginning of the year, so he fought a lawsuit and brought trouble to the county office. Chen Ping’an, the county guard, So I looked for a chance to take this matter, ask the teacher, and make a big fuss. That's why the master Maocai, who was doing kung fu on Gangchang, went to the door overnight and took an extra one hundred taels of silver.
The biggest gateway in the county city was still retired from the Ministry of Rites of the capital. He had no children at his knees and only had a daughter. He claimed to be his daughter, many of his writings, history, Chengmo, and provincial master examination papers. If it were a son, dozens of champions and jinshi would have been hit early.
When Chen Ping’an took the initiative to visit and learn from Taoism, the old man had served as a scoring officer. Even if he spoke with the county guard, he still regarded himself as an official elder. He said that the imperial examination system is well done, and it’s up to you. Things are all a whip and a mark, a slap and a palm of blood. But if the imperial examination essays were poorly done, and the lack of fire was not enough, whatever you do will be wild fox Zen, evil spirits outside... Chen Ping’an, a young prefect who came from a clear stream, has no choice but to nod vigorously. Otherwise, you won't be able to cheat money. The old man talked about the sadness. The son-in-law who entered the Zuo’s Mansion was both right and talented. He refused to start a career. The young county governor was kind to comfort him. He only needs to raise a son early and teach him to read. After receiving my grandfather’s Jinshi incense, what was the difficulty? At the end, he also said categorically, "In this way, the lady's seal is still extremely stable." The old man was exasperated, and when he was happy, he gave three thousand taels of silver. .
Xiao Mo, an entourage of the county guard, watched and listened, and only felt that he had learned a lot of humanity outside of books.
In this scroll of heaven and earth, there are three colorful figures. In addition to this high-rise old man who was soon returned to the center of the imperial court by a paper from the capital, there is also a poor talent who has been trapped in the house for many years. The last one of the old man of the cooked food case is the old man Maocai who has a wealth of money and ran away a pig at the beginning of the year and a big pig at the end of the year.
When the old man moved back to the capital with his family, the old man became black and white, but when Chen Ping’an completed the water conservancy project, there was no more worries about water and waterlogging in his jurisdiction, and he was commended by the imperial court, but he was found Brother Maocai, and Qiong Xiucai are still in color. Chen Ping’an thought about it a bit, and had to visit the latter’s house in a private visit. He saw the poor man saying goodbye to his wife at the door, patted his chest to ensure that the test was taken. , Be patient for more than a month, you are definitely a lady of Juren. The woman wiped her tears and said with a smile, I hope that both the wealth and the wealth will strive for some glory for the ancestor, and show some poverty for the lady, and then she will worship the sky and the earth.
The result happened to be that Chen Ping’an, the county guard, was good at managing the waters. The court ordered an exception to be a state school, and served as the chief examiner of this examination. From the examination papers, he extracted the imperial scholar’s ​​essay and circled his name. Painting is considered to be promoted to Juren. From this moment on, as soon as he became a scholar of Master Juren, he became black and white. As for that brother Maocai, when he was ill, he was still in color when he was dying. Chen Ping’an was puzzled and had to sneak into the other’s house and found that the man’s hand was stretched out from the sheet, with outstretched, and he refused to swallow. Take one last breath. Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry, so he pushed the door to enter, lit the oil lamp with two dung grasses on the table, and picked out one. When everyone looked at, the man on the bed nodded and lowered his hands, instantly losing his breath.
Xiao Mo leaned against the door and shook his head helplessly.
When Chen Ping’an walked out of the house, the picture scroll changed, and Xiao Mo seemed to be on the edge of the battlefield. The two armies were facing each other, only separated by a river. The riders and the characters were all ancient appearances. One side is strong and strong, and the monarch is laughing with the soldiers around him. The enemy has more than enough soldiers, lack of benevolence and righteousness, and lack of benevolence and righteousness.
After seeing that the other side was crossing the river with soldiers and horses, the military division suggested to the benevolent and righteous monarch to fight halfway. Not allowed, the two armies fought and were defeated.
Chen Ping'an kept watching from the sidelines. After the two scrolls were restored to their original shape, he went to the army and came to the car with the only colored figure. The latter asked, "Is the widow wrong?"
Chen Ping'an was silent with both hands hanging over his sleeves.
"How do the history books of later generations say that there are no people?"
Chen Pingan remained silent.
"Don't talk about history books, where's the market place, what about barnyard official history?"
The monarch was full of sadness and tears. He patted Che Shi repeatedly, and said in grief and anger: "There must be a good thing, right?!"
Chen Ping’an still did not give the answer directly,
The right thing, the good thing, the immediate thing, the behind-the-scenes, the current, the eternal, are mixed together, how can we distinguish clearly?

"What's more, you are not a cultivator. In your position, you must always take care of the safety of the people of a country. As a battle master, you must always win the battle before you."
This subjugated nation-prince shouted "Benevolence and Righteousness" several times, and his figure disappeared.
After that, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo met a lot of weird people and things.
The two wandered in a flat boat on a moonlit night, drifting unsteadily with the water. When they reached an ancient bridge, they saw a picturesque small building, standing close to the edge of the water. It turned out that whenever there was a clear breeze and a bright moon, a woman's ethereal figure could be seen, between the curved sills of the corridor. Wandering and leaning, lingering and afflicted, throwing money into the water.
Further on, thousands of miles away, Chen Ping’an finally saw a handsome young man with a colorful stature. In the busy market, he let his servant kneel and sit on his back, ordering the book boy to play the flute and the crotch servant to work. When Luanhe flew, the servants started a little bit slowly, the son was dumbfounded, and he couldn't make a sound of tears. So he got up and ran wildly, jumped into a pond next to him, and committed suicide by throwing water, but he was quickly picked up by the servant and kept dropping.
Chen Ping An asked Xiao Mo to do the work to help deliver the letters. For such a gifted and beautiful woman, even if the feelings are true, Chen Ping'an does not bother to be the matchmaker.
After arriving at a mountainside, an old monk brought a young novice down the mountain and met a woman. The old monk only said that the tiger at the foot of the mountain can eat people and cannot be approached, and must be avoided.
When he returned to the mountain, the little novice monk looked calm, touched his little bald head, and said to the master, I don't want everything, I just want the cannibal tiger under the mountain, and I always feel reluctant to let him go.
Chen Ping'an held back a laugh.
After returning to the ruined temple in the mountains, the old monk actually chopped the wooden Buddha statue for firewood when it was cold, and immediately started to build a fire to warm him, turning his head to look at the scholar in the blue shirt who had gone to Beijing to take the exam.
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, monk you do it, I can't do it.
The old monk asked why he couldn't do it. Isn't it true that you never worship Buddha?
Chen Pingan just didn't move.
So the master and apprentice went down the mountain and the old monk returned to the temple to chop the picture scroll of the Buddha statue and burn wood.
In the end, Xiao Mo couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but talk to the old monk.
The old monk stood up and smiled, bowed his head with Xiao Mo, folded his hands together.
After the rain, Dao met an old woman, ragged and straddling a steed, with gorgeous saddles and bridles, which seemed a bit nondescript.
The old woman looked kind, stopped her horse quickly, and asked softly, "Where is the son?"
Chen Pingan said that he was going to visit relatives in the suburbs. The old woman said: "The road is too long and there are many tigers. It is better to let me go to the humble house for a temporary rest, and leave early the next day, so I have to be calm."
Chen Ping'an thanked him.
The old woman rode a horse and walked slowly, leading the two of them along a secluded path for about three or four miles. The light in the forest was faintly visible. The old woman pointed at the light with a whip and said with a smile.
The house can be described as the four walls, except for the wooden bed and table, only a lantern hung on the wall. A woman slowly raised her head, plucking her temples, and her face was bleak. After that, the old woman's hospitality was quite plentiful, all of which were fish, but To replace pots with pots, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo need to fold branches as chopsticks, but the fish and rice are cold, which is difficult for ordinary people to swallow, but to Chen Ping'an, it is nothing. After the meal, Chen Ping’an sat at the table. The earth was rugged and the table was slanted. Chen Ping’an went to the woods outside the house, chopped firewood to make blocks, and cushioned the table legs. The old woman thanked him, and the woman caught the lamp Lice, Chen Pingan didn't ask Qingku people why the food and hospitality were so great, he just took out the dry tobacco sticks and began to swallow the clouds. The woman stared at it several times, and she still wanted to talk.
Chen Ping'an asked, "Dare to ask the old mother, what time is it now?"
The old woman replied with a smile: "Just after the Chinese New Year, the previous meal was delivered by the host."
Chen Pingan nodded suddenly and got up to leave, because there was only one room and it was inconvenient to spend the night, but he only said that he was in a hurry. The old woman couldn't keep it, so she said: "The son has traveled more than fifty miles along the previous road. There is an inn. My husband is working there. He is hunched and lame. He is easy to recognize. I beg the son to be annoying. Urged him to send some copper coins back in a hurry, only that he had enough food and clothing at home."
Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo left the forest house. If there is no accident, look at this place at dawn, but see the ancient mound slumped, half dumped in the thorns of basil.
The two of them did not rush, walked to the inn on foot, and passed a large-scale tomb halfway, the pines and cypresses. It was dawning, and I saw an old man with a hunchback and lame, claiming to be an official’s tombkeeper, working as a part-time job at the post station, and his wife was the servant girl in the official’s house when he was alive. The old man said he wanted to borrow money. Go to the fragrant candle shop that specializes in fun business and buy some paper money. Chen Pingan took out some broken silver and gave it to the elderly, reminding him not to forget to buy paper money, house carts, horses, paper clothes and other things at the incense candle shop. It is best to ask the shop for a paper cigarette stick, together with Tobacco was burned together.
Xiao Mo looked at the back of the old man staggering away, and asked in his heart: "My son, does this well-informed fellow Wutong Daoist already know my pseudonym and Dao name now?"
The pseudonym is unfamiliar, and the Taoist name likes candles.
Since it is the birth of life, it is also the birth of living beings.
Chen Ping'an shook his head, "That fellow Daoist's intentions may have more meaning."
After waiting for a while, the old man burned paper money and other things in front of the grave as agreed, and Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo also changed a picture scroll.
It was actually an ancestral temple. Above the incense case, there was a covenant oath. The two words above, one as solid as a rock, and the other erratic, look at the content, the former is a woman's oath, showing colorful, but the man's oath, such as The flowing water was undulating, but it was pale in color, like ashes.
It turned out that it was a local infatuated man and woman who often came to this temple to swear. If either party violates the vow, it will be held by the gods and convicted.
Xiao Mo raised his head and glanced at the two deity statues in the temple, one high and one low. The taller painted deity is the face of the young master, and the lower one is the face of Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo smiled. He hasn't seen him for ten thousand years. This fellow Taoist just learned these fancy magic techniques?
Chen Pingan took the oath to testify with "self", sighed, and looked into the distance. With the magical powers of "a party of gods", it is undoubtedly the infatuated woman and the grief. The former has died by vomiting blood and became lonely. Soul, wild, ghost, the corpse stopped in a Taoist temple, and the man, who was a little clever, had moved to the land of Gyeonggi. He had already married and established a business, and he had clung to high branches. A concubine of scholars... As a local god, Chen Ping'an moved slightly in his mind, shrank the mountains and rivers, and came to the border of his jurisdiction in one step, but it was difficult to move forward.
Xiao Mo suddenly said, "Cracks are beginning to appear in the golden body of the temple."
Chen Ping'an nodded, and looked around the boundaries of the land. He found a local high-profile guest who was famous for being a chivalrous spirit. Then he entrusted a dream to this person, telling him the reason, and gave him a daughter as a entanglement in Beijing.
After waking up from the dream, the high-roller rode on a horse and rushed to the land of Gyeonggi day and night without saying a word.
In less than half a month, outside the Taoist temple where the spirits were stopped, there was a powerful man with a halberd and fist, leaping on a horse with a sword, and running through a few doors.
Carrying a package on his back, immediately before the coffin, he lifted his beard and yelled, that the heartless person had already been killed.
Then Hao Xia unwrapped the package, loaded with a head, threw it out hard, and rolled off to the ground. It was the head of the grieving man.
The female ghost wandering outside the Taoist temple, with dim tears, and the tyrant who left on the horse, gave a blessing, gratitude, and then turned to the two local gods in the Taoist temple and bowed down to thank you.
After that, he changed his identities and became two literati who visited friends.
Near the friend’s house, there is a rumor that there is a ghost house that has been abandoned for many years. Every night, on the pink wall, there are many bones and hideous faces.
A merchant ventilated privately with the subordinates of the government, took a chance, moved his hands and feet on the deed of the house, and turned the house into a private house, which turned out to be a hot potato.
Asking Taoist priests to go to the altar to do it, the eminent monk said, it will not be a problem. Instead, he was teased by ghosts and said with a joke, "A person with a Taoist skill is more than that?"
Later, Chen Ping’s and their "friends" did not believe in evil and thought they were upright gentlemen who had read sage’s books, and they were also officials, so why not be afraid of this thing? As a result, I was so scared that I was so scared that I was so scared that I fled back in embarrassment after less than a stick of incense. I really don't know who can surrender in the world.
Chen Ping An took Xiao Mo to the ghost house in the dark, strolling in the courtyard, the horrible vision on the wall, and the infiltrating noises, just turning a blind eye to hearing.
Xiao Mo was holding a trekking stick, and after holding one hand, he suddenly widened his eyes, and went to look at the blood-stained face on the wall. On the contrary, the latter seemed to be taken aback by this guy. Then Xiao Mo turned his head and smiled. He asked, "My son, what should we do? Here, our swordsmanship and supernatural powers are obviously useless, so how can we reduce demons and exorcise demons? Is it possible to use affection to understand reason? Or to spend money to buy from the merchant. Let's put a seal on the door after the land lease is released?"
Chen Ping'an leaned on the pillars with his arms around his chest, looked at the wall, smiled and said: "The way of the world, the difference between yin and yang, fascinating and different paths, and mediocrity. As long as you can respect ghosts and gods and stay away, nothing will happen. "
There was a faint sigh from the wall, a woman in colorful clothes, beautiful makeup, and curly Tingting walked out of the wall and fell to the ground, "Mr.'s words are comforting."
The female ghost suddenly smiled like a flower.
A door opened on the wall, and the woman stepped in first, turning her head and beckoning.
Xiao Mo couldn't help asking: "Why do you want to be so bend?"
That fellow Taoist has been playing with these little tricks, trying to figure something out.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge head, so it's a roadside tour to see flowers."
Chen Ping'an almost mistakenly thought he had arrived at Baihuafudi.
Along the way, the strange flowers and plants, and the woman who accompanies each other, have all kinds of charm and variety.
Finally, I came to a gorgeous hall. Outside the hall, there was a girl who looked like a roll call, and reported the names of Chen Ping'an and the two "human scribes".
The girl was only fourteen-five years old, she was slender and weak, she walked slowly, suspicious of joints.
After Chen Ping'an took Xiao Mo across the threshold, he saw the lady in the palace sitting high, Feng Yi made an appointment, wearing a green crown on her head, like a concubine.
There are more than ten maids in the hall, all of them are beautiful.
As a result, the lady who sat in the main seat said that you are both talented scholars, and she began to ask for singing and poetry.
Chen Pingan was just drinking, a kind of so-called Hundred Flower Cream. As soon as he heard that he wanted to sing with poems, he asked Xiao Mo to do it for him.
Good guy, Xiao Mo didn't have stage fright at all, raised his glass and got up, and directly gave dozens of poems about flowers and plants, and they were all collections of poems that Xiao Mo pieced together.
Chen Ping'an lowered his head to support his forehead, and did not dare to see anyone.
Those women were very supportive, surprised, and seemed to be impressed by Xiao Mo's talents.
In the end, even if Xiao Mo helped the fool pass the level.
Both of them were still holding wine glasses in their hands, and Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I always feel that I'm still in the mood."
Chen Ping'an threw the slightly heavy wine glass in his hand to Xiao Mo, and patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder again, "In the future, I will ask more about swords and fight less about poems."
Already in a busy market, there are elderly people who carry flowers and sell them. They are white, white and red, very cute. When the sun was warm, the old man unloaded his shoulders, took out a fan, and fanned the breeze. Even if the old man is not a colorful figure, only the folding fan in his hand is really not like a village man’s hand. Above the fan, there is a fan. Poem. The handwriting is graceful, the words are beautiful women's thoughts, and there is an inscription at the end of the fan.
Chen Pingan patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder again.
Xiao Mo looked puzzled.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Isn't it still unfinished? By coincidence, I have memorized so many books, learned a lot of knowledge, and learned a lot of things at a fair price. The next step is to use it."
Xiao Mo was puzzled, but Chen Ping’an looked more pretending to be stupid, and smiled:
Don’t be stunned, and quickly ask the old man the source of the fan. If I pretend to be your entourage, you will say that you are The scholars who came to Beijing to rush for the exam, maybe there will be a wedding night in the bridal chamber waiting for you."
Xiao Mo glanced at the fan, frowned, then shook his head, "This young lady's poem is really...like Xiao Mo's."
Chen Ping'an said with a serious face: "Xiao Mo, what's the matter! Are so many talented scholars and beautiful ladies' novels in vain? This kind of poetry sings and praises each other's poems, and must not be added. To portray talents and beautiful ladies, we must say their poems. No matter how well they are written, novelists have to write many good poems for them."
Xiao Mo's head was as big as a dustpan.
After that, as the son said, he was almost going to spend a candle night with a young woman in the bridal chamber, but in the end, the two parties exchanged the token of love, which was regarded as a affair and passed this level.
Seeing Gongzi's expression a little dignified, Xiao Mo immediately asked in his heart: "Master, is it a series of calculations?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "It's not a calculation, it's a shame."
After that, Chen Pingan became the king of a country in a peaceful and prosperous age. He acted absurdly. He had just given a talented young girl as the champion. There was a constant stream of people seeking calligraphy and poetry. During the period of the girl, I saw one in the building. The young scholar who waited hard, because of his lameness, he used subtle words and sarcasm. The scholar was born a tycoon, but he didn’t know what the young girl meant to be teasing. , Made a big joke, from then on, holding a grudge, dropped the glass, and said furiously, did the daughter of the living prime minister bully me, the son of the dead prime minister?
This person kept planning, causing the girl’s portal to cause a series of misfortunes. Fortunately, her father was a high-powered official, and was also a leader of the Qingliu. It was still difficult to settle a series of disturbances, and waited until one day. Discussing the matter with his daughter, the talent of Shang Shu understands the reason for the twists and turns, and then he finds a son-in-law for his daughter’s list. There is an extra son-in-law in the family. After that, the son-in-law joins forces to deal with the conspiracy and tricks that claim to be the son of the dead prime minister. Logically speaking, the ending is of course that evil does not suppress the righteousness, and people are happy.
But Chen Ping'an, the ninth-five-sovereign monarch, just watched the farce coldly. At the critical moment, he did not say a word of justice for the official Shangshu who was imprisoned, let alone the number one who was about to travel thousands of miles. The decree of life-saving, only before the old girl who had been a woman, was about to become a church club, did she put down a secret decree, and then left the palace. Looking at the embroidered building in the distance, the emperor asked the man, thinking back then, what was in your mind when you were here, now that it has been so many years, can you still remember it?
The lame man nodded, saying that he remembered it clearly.
After that, His Majesty the Emperor who got the real answer went to the so-called imprisonment. Through the iron bars, he looked at the old Shangshu who was kowtow. "Your Majesty the Emperor" knelt down and asked the celestial official if he still remembered. I remember a sentence from that year.
The thatched old Shangshu was dazed, and His Majesty the Emperor reminded him what was your first sentence after learning that the lame young man was teased by your daughter for the first time.
Where did Lao Shangshu remember those old things, so he had to continue to kowtow and ask His Majesty for extra-legal mercy.
Just listen to the emperor's majesty slowly saying: "You said'it's all right' at the time, and then you started to discuss with your daughter how to clean up the mess."
Lao Shangshu raised his head, becoming more and more at a loss, where did he go wrong?
Chen Ping'an stood up, looked at the Master Shang Shu who was a real person in history, and asked, "It's all right? Why is it all?!"
Finally, Chen Ping'an said heartily: "Open the door."
Xiao Mo sighed, that fellow Wutong Daoist, really opened the door.
Then they came to a cliff cave and saw a Taoist man sitting and passing away, his nose hanging from a jade tendon and a ruler, a gold-shining treasure book in his sleeve, and an ancient pine crutch at his feet.
After Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo appeared here, the long river of time began to slowly flow backwards, and the lame man came back to life, "standing up", "pick up" the crutches, and "backward" walking.
The Taoist learns a hundred birds language in the countryside, and walks in the market with clothes and clothes, sings and walks, hangs a scoop on his waist, sips water and drank alcohol, drunk in the wind and rain, sleeps on the road, is good at drawing dragons, and spits out alcohol on ruined paper. On the upper side, the smoke puffs up and the scales are vivid.
Time went back "a hundred years" until the lame Taoist recovered his youthful appearance and traveled to an isolated island overseas. There are survivors on the islands and mountains. The folk customs are simple and admired for writing, but there is no teacher, and he has never learned a school. This person wrote a word on his palm. , Taught to those young children who came to inquire about the text, only charged one word for each word, "for several years", copper coins piled up like a mountain. Chen Ping’an also visited the house, and every other month, with this person who had no master’s name but had the truth of the master, he only asked for one word. The only requirement was that the book was on paper, not in the palm of his hand. So Chen Ping'an must bring wine.
In the end, Chen Ping'an used seven pots of wine and seven copper coins in exchange for seven pieces of paper and seven words.
spring. Book. sound of water. Mountain. sword. water. simple.
This landscape painting took the most time. Looking at the burning degree of the white horse's gap talisman, almost three months have passed.
After that, Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo came to the last picture of the lives of others.
After a great war, there were cake sellers in rural shops. Every evening, a woman came to the shop with copper coins in her hand. She could just buy a piece of cake. The shop owner asked the reason and said that her husband had not returned home. Life or death is unknown, the children at home are hungry, so they can only come here to buy cakes to satisfy their hunger. The shop owner didn’t doubt it at first, but after a long time, he found that in the money jar, he would get a piece of paper money every day. Some neighbors said that ghosts came here to buy cakes. The next day, the shop owner took all the buyers’ money They all quietly poured into the water bowl, it turned out that it was the woman’s copper coin, floating in the water, but not sinking to the bottom of the bowl alone, and she was frightened suddenly. On the third day, the woman came to buy bread again, and the shopkeeper pretended to not know the truth. Just waiting for the woman to leave, she immediately called her neighbors in the neighborhood, lit torches, and chased the woman. Looking back, the woman looked complicated, like a bird, looming, and finally everyone found a dilapidated coffin inside. People are bones, only the baby in the coffin is like alive, no different from a living person, holding a bread in his hand, and he is not afraid of seeing people. The people felt pity and embraced it, and the ghost woman stood in the distance, raising their sleeves to cover their faces, and there was a whimper. After that, every night, if the child is unable to sleep, it seems that someone is babbling and tapping on the bedding, and the child sleeps soundly...One day after that, the woman finally disappears, and the child grows up. Yanxiao’s daily life is no different from ordinary people, but she often cries silently, just because she can’t remember his parents’ appearance...
Chen Pingan stayed in this picture all the time, doing nothing, saying nothing.
Xiao Mo didn't urge, but just accompanied his son quietly, or walked in the afterglow of the dusk, or stood by the shop, or followed the people holding torches, walking in the night, or sitting on the steps outside the door, Listening to the children in the house waking up to a deep sleep...
Until ten hours have been used up, Xiao Mo again stood in the cake shop with his son this day, and the two stood beside the bowl of water. Chen Ping'an still watched the sight of the copper coin not sinking into the water again and again, Xiao Mo He sighed and said softly in his heart: "My son, you can break the illusion here only by telling the truth in one word. It's time for us to go."
Chen Ping An's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.
Xiao Mo hesitated to speak several times, but finally did not speak.
The truth is too cruel. It may be that the woman has not died, and the baby has died prematurely.
Just like the man who has never returned to his hometown, he may have died in a foreign land, he may not have died, who knows.
Xiao Mo suddenly looked up, the surrounding scene disappeared, and a sycamore tree appeared in front of him, as if growing in the water.
However, Chen Ping'an lowered his head, just looking down at the towering tree that seemed to hang upside down.
A plane tree with yellow and fallen leaves all over the ground.
Xiao Mo glanced at it, it was the flowing scene of that leaf and the world, walking around and watching flowers, each with his own life.
In an instant, the originally bright and glorious world became dim and unclear, and there was another light floating above the water. After that, it was scattered like the stars in the sky and scattered among the mountains and the earth, gradually dense, bright and shining, tens of millions, uncountable.
Xiao Mo suddenly subconsciously moved one step horizontally.
It turned out that it was Chen Ping'an who was beside him unknowingly, but he had already become the appearance of wearing a bright red robe, his face blurred, and his body and soul were all intertwined with criss-crossing lines.
About Mo was overwhelmed by a town demon tower. There was a blur of afterimages flashing through his body, the sound of souls crisscrossing, and the trembling loudly. It was far better than the sound of gold and stone in the world, just like the appearance of several swords of the Great Wall at the same time. The last hermit.