Chapter 39:

Everyone knows that there are three most prestigious places in the Sanjie Temple, namely the demon tower, Tallinn and Bodhi Zhaoxinbi.
Among them, the most mysterious is the Bodhi Zhaoxin wall.
Outsiders can't see it, and there are many legends about it in the temple.
Every day, many monks sit facing the wall, hoping to be like the high monks they admire, so that the wall can find their own opportunities.
But on this day, a Taoist man appeared in front of Bodhi Zhao's heart, attracting many monks.
Jing Yue looked at the heart-shaped wall as smooth as a mirror, and was very calm in his heart.
Yesterday, he followed his monk into a zen room, and Kong Miao sat on a futon waiting for him. When he and Kong Miao were left in the room, the other side bowed down to him and worshiped deeply.
He asked Kong Miao why this great gift?
The other party replied: "Seven years ago, Han Yunzong had a vision, and I knew the ancestors of the ancestors. After that, Han Yun Zongguang invited guests to say that Zongmen had a new and old ancestor who was inherited by Jingyuan Dao. Not your identity? "
Jing Yue laughed: "The rebirth is incredible, it seems that the little monk is not surprised?"
He made a sudden joking call to let the air come to a fascination, and a bit of nostalgia flashed in his wise eyes. "All kinds of heaven, imaginable, unimaginable, are your chance."
Jing Yue laughed. "You little monk, you will tell me."
With an empty corner, the first sentence "Little Monk" made him feel cordial, and the second sentence ... he couldn't resist, didn't he?
He settled down and said, "If you want to find out your identity through the vision of the day, you must be robbed and repaired. Those who had contact with Daozu in the past, most of them fell into the looting. Apart from me, only the remaining Your little apprentice and the one in the Dragon Hall. The semi-sages in the demon world who have had festivals with you are not alive, and it is difficult to detect them in other demon ways. "
Jing Yue nodded slightly, "Longzu rarely asks about human race, and my identity has no hidden dangers for the time being."
He paused and said, "One of the leaves was weak during the scourge, and the last battle was forcibly left in Han Yunzong. I heard that you were there, could you talk to me?"
Empty and faint, he did not expect Jing Yue to mention the incident suddenly, he sighed: "Presumably Daozu knows, that one sword cut off the demon holy one is your second disciple."
Jing Yue nodded silently, and then listened to Kong Miao.
It turned out that eight thousand years ago, the heavenly path suddenly became chaotic, and the demon clan named the strongest person as the demon saint. He led the demon army to break through the mountain, descended on the human realm, and robbed the heavens for luck, so that the human race was depressed, and their lives were ruined.
The battle lasted a whole ten years, during which countless powers were sacrificed, and endless gates were destroyed. In the end, the Terran design trapped the demon holy in the battles of Haiding Demon Mountain. He simply forgot to return to the false repair, and I do n’t know what method he used to inspire the sword and cut the demon holy spirit. The lamp was dry, and it died.
"I still remember that after that sword, I forgot Daojun's sword turned into gray fly, but there was a light straight into the sky." Kong Miao Shen said: "Now I want to come, it should be the sword soul of that sword."
"If the sword has a sword soul, it is not a surprise to cut off the demon saint with a forgetful return."
After all, Jing Yue's heart was astringent again.
For a long time, he laughed sarcastically, "It really is impermanent."
It will cause chaos in the world, no matter if you are a monster, a monk or a mortal, you cannot escape fate.
Only ascension can break the day and be out of its control.
Kong Miao: "But there is always vitality in Tiandao. Perhaps the revival of Taoism is the vitality left by Tiandao for my people."
On the end of the night, Kong Miao very kindly invited Jing Yue to stay in the temple, saying that he was invited to take a look at the wall of Bodhi, and Jing Yue certainly would not quit.
Therefore, he appeared here.
Imagine that the little baby in the old days has grown into a loyal and honest old monk today. In fact, Jing Yue couldn't help laughing.
Although time has taken away something, it has also left behind.
He only felt relieved in his heart, rare and relaxed, and closed his eyes slowly.
In the dark, a large spot of light gradually emerged, and the spot became larger and brighter ...
In a blink of an eye, the world has changed.
The sky was clear and the sun spread over a green hillside.
Blossoming wild flowers raced in full bloom, with a slight aroma around the nose.
A boy about six or seven years old was lying on the grass with a grey stone on his head. He squinted his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, his mouth bit a grass, and his tilted leg dangled. Go, looks very cozy.
An older boy who was not far away came to him and said, "Ajing, you don't let the cows go, and you sleep here lazily!"
Jing Yue turned up and sat up, her face was a little red, I don't know if it was tanned or shy, "I was thinking about the fairy, and the village said that the fairy had stepped on this stone!"
The young man sneered, "Then you sleep on the stones all day, have you ever seen an immortal?"
Jingyue was indifferent. He wanted to say that he could hear the gurgling sounds occasionally, which always made him particularly comfortable. But he used to say that no one ever believed it because those people couldn't hear it ...
"Anyway, I'm going to be that fairy anyway!"
The boy pulled him in annoyance, "Okay! I'll follow you soon, your mother is looking for you."
"But my cow is still--"
Boy: "Do you still remember your cow? Rest assured, Uncle Wang will help you back."
Jing Yue who was pulled away frequently looked back at the stone and felt inexplicably lost in her heart, as if she had missed something that was extremely precious and even affected his fate.
Whatever it looks, it's just a stone.
Jing Yue shook her head, pursed her mouth, and followed the teenager.
When he got home, his widow waited anxiously in the hospital, and saw him busy: "Yueer, your grandmother is sick, go with your mother right away!"
Grandma? He only saw one or two times in his impression. He seemed to be a kind old man?
Before he could return, people had been shoved into a carriage.
When the carriage approached the mountain road, the old horse pulling the carriage was suddenly frightened, hissing all the way to the cliff!
Jing Yue in the carriage was guarded by his mother, and still bumped upside down, only to hear the driver outside shouting, "Jump!"
Jing Yue felt that his mother had pushed him out, but the carriage was bumpy too much. Before he and his mother jumped off the carriage, the carriage had already rolled over the cliff.
After that, Jing Yue lost his consciousness.
When he woke up from a coma, he immediately smelled a stench, a mixture of dirt and blood.
Jing Yue felt her head hurt, as if stabbed by thousands of needles, and smashed by a hammer.
"mother?"
He shouted softly and no one answered.
"mother?!"
Jing Yue reluctantly pushed the person holding him, the other side remained motionless, but he could see his mother's face clearly.
From his memory, his mother is the best-looking woman in the village. Everyone said that his mother did not look like a village woman at all, but rather a lady from a large family in the city.
But now? With her eyes protruding and her skull deformed, where can she still see her original appearance?
His mother is dead.
Jing Yue realized this and couldn't help shrinking and shaking.
What about him? Why keep him alone?
Despair and fear eroded him like poison, spreading from the meridians to the internal organs, and even made him forget the physical pain.
Jing Yue couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes darkened and he fainted again.
When he woke up again, he was rescued by a farmer's family.
The family asked Lang Zhong to show him, and was told that he was just scratching his skin, so he was relieved.
Lang Zhong left after a brief treatment for him. Only a couple remained, and five or six and a half children were curiously around his bed.
It turned out that the man was a hunter and found a wrecked carriage when he went up the mountain to hunt. When Jing Yue was still alive in the carriage, he brought him back to the village.
Seeing him awake, the host asked him where he was, who was his last name, and why did he fall off the cliff?
Jing Yue answered them one by one, but she couldn't remember where she came from, and where was she going? The male host had no choice but to let him heal at home.
After half a month, Jing Yue's injury gradually improved, but he couldn't continue to live.
Despite the kindness of the family who saved him, the burden on their family was too heavy to support another Jingyue at all.
So one morning, Jing Yue took some dry food prepared for him by the host, and five hundred wen copper coins, and left the village alone.
When he reached the village entrance, he glanced back at the small village where he was cooking, only to find that the sky was so big that there was no place for him.
When he came to the county after several twists and turns, the dry food on his body had already been eaten, and there was no one article for five hundred articles.
At this time, it was autumn, and several days of autumn rain continued in the city, and the temperature became colder every day.
Jing Yue was hungry, his clothes were thin, and he was not completely cured. Under the hunger and cold, he started a high fever one night and burned people.
But Jing Yue's life was big, and there was always someone to help him when he was on the line.
There was a mother in the past to protect him, and then a family of Orion, but now they met a group of beggars.
At that time, the ruined temple he was lying in was the stronghold of a group of beggars in the city. When they came back, they found Jingyue, who was half dead, and worked hard to save him.
When Jing Yue gradually got better, he joined the beggar army without help. Because of his nimble mind, he could recognize a few words, and he looked good at birth. He soon became the backbone of business among beggars, and he was welcomed by beggars.
Occasionally, they will gather together for daydreaming. Despite the reality, they still want to have it. What if they see it?
For example, at this moment, a little beggar stared straight at a table on the snack stall. There were more than half a bowl of porridge left on the table, and there was a bite of meat buns, which was left by a pair of father and son.
The beggar swallowed his mouth and said, "What if I were the stall owner's son?"
"What's so good about the stall owner's son, I'll be the young master!"
"What's so great about being a young master? It's good to be a young master! There are beautiful lands in the home, thousands of acres of good land."
"Well, if you want me, be the emperor in the Golden Palace. I heard the emperor's shoulders are made of gold!"
"What does the emperor want to do?"
"He, he likes flat-handling, can't he?"
One asked, "Hey, Ah King, what do you want to do?"
"Me? I want to be a fairy."
The crowd shivered, just when he was joking.
Year after year, Jing Yue gradually grew up, the beggar group also developed from the county seat to the Fu Cheng, and took root in the Fu Cheng.
On this day, Yang Dashan's family used porridge again. The Yang family's porridge is not only good in rice, but also in large quantities, and they never abandon their identity as beggars. Therefore, everyone ate a full meal and sat down to rest in the ruined temple.
One person said: "I heard that Yang Dashan's family was the first to open a bank, and the entire Wei Kingdom was his bank."
Another person said: "It's more than that! There are gold shops, cloth, drug stores, restaurants ..."
"Isn't it exaggerating for the Yang family to say that the country is rich?" Some beggars drew a rare idiom.
When Jing Yue heard this, her heart moved, "Isn't the Yang family so rich, aren't you afraid of others watching?"
"I heard that the current prefecture had received the favor of the Yang family, and he guarded him. Who would dare to move the Yang family?"
Jing Yue put her hands on her head, disagreeing.
After all, the Yang family borrowed the power of others. The variables are too big. Can they really deter others?
Not long after the Lantern Festival, lantern festivals were held in the city as usual. But something happened on the day of the Lantern Festival. This southern capital is full of small canals and bridges. A bridge was too old and could not bear the weight of too many people, so it collapsed.
At that time, Jing Yue and his brothers were begging by the river, and when many people fell into the river, he instinctively jumped down the river to save people. It was freezing cold, and Jing Yue was cold enough, but he saved three people, one of whom happened to be the young master of the Yang family.
This time fighting for justice, Jing Yue saw that the hopeless life had been redeemed.
In order to thank him, Yang Dashan brought him and a group of beggars back to their home, and established a deed for them again, allowing them to run errands along with their supervisors.
Since then, they no longer need to be hungry and frozen, let alone sell dignity for a meal.
Jing Yue was grateful and worked very hard. Occasionally, Yang Dashan noticed that he was a malleable talent, so he asked someone to teach him literacy and decided to focus on training him.
Jing Yue originally thought that he would stay in the Yang family for the rest of his life, and in the future, he would work as the young master's left arm and right arm, and strive to win the world for the Yang family.
But when he was 16 years old, the prefecture in the city was convicted and sentenced to imprisonment. On the day the news reached the Yang family, he was taken to Yang Dashan.
"Jingyue, I've been watching you grow up over the years. You are a good boy. I have something to tell you. Now I want to leave it to you. This matter is related to the life and death of our Yang family. It is us. The only way forward for the Yang family is hardship. Needless to say, are you willing? "
Yang Dashan has deep nicks in his brows, and his words are full of solemnity.
"I do." Jing Yue did not hesitate.
He accepted the generosity of the other party, and even if the Yang family let him die, he would not frown.
Later, Yang Dashan convicted him and expelled him from the Yang family. But he secretly handed over some of his manpower and large sums of money, allowing him to go to a neighboring city for development with a new identity.
Two years later, when Jingyue was an adult, the Yang family was framed by the new prefecture. Not only were all properties confiscated, but adult men were sentenced to death. Even women, children and children were implicated, either exile or slavery.
At the same time, Jing Yue received a secret letter from the Yang family, telling him not to rescue him, he must hide it, wait for the wind to pass, and then rescue the living Yang family to take good care of him.
On the day of beheading, Jing Yue pretended to be a beggar again and was among the people watching the lively.
He saw Yang Dashan, a young master who was thirteen years old, a big housekeeper who had pointed him out, and familiar faces.
The order was thrown, and the sword was cut off.
The floor of Caishikou was covered with the blood of Yang's family, Jing Yue narrowed his eyes and left in silence.
Six months later, Jing Yue took the Yang family he rescued and moved to Beijing together.
They opened a tea house in Beijing. Due to the elegant environment and unique snacks, the tea house has a good business.
On this day, Jingyue sat in the private room on the third floor and looked at Changan Avenue outside the window. Officials came and went, and civilians evaded. The three-year-old nephew next to Yang Dashan was biting Dim Sum, "I will be a big official in the future."
His mother asked with a smile, "Why?"
"Being a big official, you can let dad and uncle survive."
The woman was silent.
The little nephew did not get his mother's compliment, and asked Jing Yue with a grunt: "Brother Jing, what do you want to do?"
Jing Yue smiled. When he was a beggar, his companions had asked the same question. He replied that he wanted to be a fairy. However, he is not as naive as he was at that time, and his daydream-like thoughts are deeply buried in his heart. He thought, if there is a in the world, why can't a good person like the Yang family end up in the end?
"Me? I just want to take good care of you growing up."
I just want to be free from people.
The author has something to say: small theater
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