Chapter 1: Rivers and lakes, young

Chapter One: Min Jianghu reminds the young
In troubled times, human lives are cheaper than grass. When they die, they can have a coffin and a place to bury. They are all big families. As for ordinary people, they must either abandon the dead or dig a hole in the grave post.
Mu Yi was picked up by an old priest at the grave post.
Even his name was given by the old Taoist priest, Mu Tong tomb, Yi, variable.
That year was 1894, Jiawu, 20 years of Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, Mu Yi was six years old and had no previous memories.
In the same year, Seven Kills entered the Palace of Destiny, Ziwei Star was north, the Jiawu defeated, and the world was in chaos.
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"Old man, don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your last wish and marry a three-room sister-in-law in the future."
The old priest died, although this was a bit sad for Mu Yi, but after two tears shed, there was no more.
He followed the old road for eight years, the young grew up and the old died.
In the past eight years, if we use four words to describe it, it is-swaggering.
At the beginning, Mu Yi thought that Lao Dao had the true ability to heal diseases, calculate hexagrams, catch ghosts, and exorcise evils. No matter whether he was in the upper or lower stream, he could hardly do it, but it turned out that he was an old liar.
Mu Yi has lost count of the number of times he fled along the Taoist Road, and countless beatings, but he never complained about the Taoist Road, because if there were no Taoist Road, he would have starved to death, even after eight years, Mu Yi Learned how to survive in this world.
But after all, Lao Dao was old, and in his words, he had a life-and-death battle with his enemies at that time, and it hurt him at all. It was a gift from heaven.
At this kind of nonsense, Mu Yi refuted a few words at first, but later he pretended not to hear.
In fact, in the last half of the year, Lao Dao's body was no longer available. Mu Yi stopped him many times to buy a plot of land in the countryside with his savings to spend the last days.
However, the old man said that he had walked all rivers and lakes all his life, and even if he died, he would die in this river and lake. Mu Yi still does not understand his attachment.
Funiu Mountain, the mountain temple, is their last stop.
This mountain temple has been abandoned for many years. Mu Yi cleaned it up and barely lived. He and Lao Dao have never had a home. But at the end of Lao Dao ’s life, he has an unprecedented impulse. A home.
So he took this mountain temple as a home, so that the old way would not die in the wilderness.
Eventually, the old Tao died. According to the custom, he guarded the old Tao for three days, and then buried the old Tao between two wild pines behind the mountain temple. For so many years, he followed the old Tao more and heard more. Now, with a little talent, I am a little proficient in Feng Shui.
The bright red willow coffin, and the evergreen Feng Shui here, maybe the veteran of the next life can be a big official.
This year, Mu Yi was fourteen years old. She was not tall and straight, slightly less than an adult, her face was not handsome, and she could only be described with a clear look. Only her clear eyes had no trace of impurities.
Every time Mu Yi bends his mouth and reveals a little blankness, it will give a feeling of innocence. When walking the rivers and lakes, this trick brings him a lot of convenience, at least he does not look like A bad person can easily leave a good impression.
On the first day when Lao Dao was in the ground, he didn't do anything. He sat idly at the door of Dao Guan and let the autumn sun fall on his body. If he looked closely, he would find that his eyes were out of focus.
After the sun went down, Mu Yi simply made something to eat, and then returned to the room that was surrounded by air leaks and lay down.
There is a table with one leg missing in the room, with an oil lamp on it. The orange halo of the size of a small nail cannot hide all the darkness, but it can still be seen that Mu Yi's so-called bed is actually a door panel, covered with A futon.
The table and bed were originally in the temple, the oil lamp was the ‘baby’ left by the old road, and the bedding was bought in the town under the mountain, so it barely became a home.
Lying on the bed, Mu Yi can't sleep late. He didn't want to be old, he just felt lonely.
He didn't know who his parents were. He was six years old when the old man picked him up, but there was no memory before the age of six, and there was nothing like imprints on him, and nothing about Yupei.
He never thought of going to find his biological parents. Except for the blood relationship, he couldn't think of any reason to find them. As soon as he met, he knelt down on the ground, his tears called father and mother, He felt that he couldn't do it. His only loved one was Lao Dao, but Lao Dao died, so he was alone.
Mu Yi thought about it a lot, and before he knew it, the words that Lao Dao kept pulling him two days before his death, although those things sounded absurd and outrageous.
He has no unforgettable ability, and his memory is at least slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, but somehow, every word that the old man said in the last two days was clearly printed in his mind, how could he not forget it.
Lao Dao told him that this world used to have immortals. It traveled to the North Sea at dusk, and it fell to Huangquan, but after the pre-Qin dynasty, the aura of heaven and earth began to dry up until the late Ming Dynasty. The last aura of energy between them also disappeared, and the practice of cultivating qi became absolutely noisy.
However, in addition to practicing spiritual training, there is a road called the Spiritual Spirit Way, which does not require heaven and earth spirits, because this path is mainly to discover the secrets of the human body and focus on spirituality.
There are four major difficulties in the spirit of the soul: one is difficult to move, the other is difficult to sense, the third is difficult to get out of the way, and the fourth is difficult to see God.
These four difficulties are more difficult than one, especially the last seeing God is only in the legend. The old man said that when he was young, he reached the sixth level of induction, and when he broke the seventh level, he failed to pass. And even a shortfall of success.
Mu Yi didn't want to believe this, but what the old man left him was too detailed. Even the oil lamp was said to be the best treasure for him. Here.
"Maybe try it?"
Mu Yi was startled by his own ideas, but he didn't try it immediately. Although he was only fourteen years old, his eight-year career has already formed his calm character, and he didn't think his mood was suitable now. Practice.
In particular, according to the old way, the path of the soul and soul is extremely dangerous.
Hurry through the night.
The next day after the old road was buried, Mu Yi went down the mountain and bought an axe, saw, and nails.
He knew that autumn would soon pass, and he knew what a wind-blown house meant in winter.
The Funiu Mountain is lush and the trees are numerous for decades. Although Muyi is not big, it has a lot of strength.
For three days in a row, the mountain temple finally changed, not as good as the heyday, but also like a decent, don't worry about the cold north wind and heavy snow in winter.
Mu Yi's room is located in the western part of the mountain temple and is connected to the main hall.
There were new tables, stools, and a large bed in the house to create the remaining trunks of the furniture, all of which were cut into sections by Mu Yi and stacked in the corner of the hall for winter heating.
The hall was cleaned up by him, so that the original snake rat spider and other things also moved.
The only thing that Mu Yi did not move was the mountain deities enshrined in the temple. He even bought some tributes down the mountain, respectfully respected the incense, and understood the meaning of his borrowing. This is one of the reasons he chose the West Chamber.
If there is an idol in a temple, it is a land of the Lord. It is taken for the purpose of stealing. If the idol has spirit, it will cause causality.
He has been following the old way for so long that the rivers and lakes have not been in trouble because they understand the rules and never go over, even if they cheat, they will make up for it on the other hand.
The fourth day of Lao Dao's burial is also the first seven soul days.
Mu Yi burned some paper money in front of Lao Dao's grave and drank a pot of wine with Lao Dao. Wine is Lao Dao's favorite, but he never allowed Mu Yi to drink. On one occasion, Mu Yi secretly drank a glass. That was He drank for the first time, and when he shook his body and drunkly told Lao Dao that he hadn't drunk, Lao Dao took a hard meal.
But since then, Lao Dao never managed him again, but Mu Yi changed his interest in wine instead.
This time, Mu Yi drunk for the second time and was drunk for the second time, so he lay in bed early in the evening and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Mu Yi dimly heard some noise coming from the main hall, which was not real. Until a loud boom came, Mu Yi crawled up from the bed all of a sudden.
At this moment, everything was awake.
"Someone!"
This is Mu Yi's first reaction, but in the middle of the night, it's Sanchang, and it's a barren mountain ruined temple. Who else is coming?