Chapter 47: .Why

This abrupt old voice floated around in the cold windy moon night bamboo forest, and gradually echoed, quite a bit frightening.
Yun Xuan seemed to have long been accustomed to the malicious fright of this teasing, took a sip of his wine calmly, and did not answer, but glanced outwards.
On the flashing yellow stone lamp not far from him, there was a very small weird figure sitting. The little man was almost as high as Yunxuan’s knees. He was wearing a long purple blouse with intricate patterns and a thin gold thread around his waist. His short dark blue hair was flying above his head like flames. Countless shining fluorescence. The skin on his body was actually a clear ocean-like azure blue. It was obviously not a human being. The long white eyebrows and long beard covered most of his face, but the pair of shiny silver pupils were particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
This strange dwarf also held a short and wide golden strange pipe in his hand. Seeing the priest looked over, he poured the pipe down, knocked it the stone lamp, and made an empty whisper to prove it. Then he grinned and said with a white teeth smile: "I see it, it's already empty...I waited for you in the bookstore for a few days without seeing a person, the old man can only come here!"
Everyone came to collect debts all day long... Yun Xuan glared at him with a cold face, put the porcelain cup on the table at will, took it in the cloth bag, waved a cloud of white light and shot at him. Away. Seeing the white light flying, the dwarf suddenly smiled and stretched out his finger to place it in front of him. He blew away the glittering light with a light breath, showing the true face inside. It turned out that the thing that had flown was a pure and flawless phantom flower. The flower was about the size of his two palms. The faint streamer floated on the crystal-like surface, exquisitely beautiful.
The old man held the phantom flower in his palm reluctantly, and looked and looked at it, and he almost grinned his mouth to the brow. He lowered his head and sniffed the flower, shook his head intoxicated, and then put the flower in the golden pipe in a precious and precious way. Only seeing a flash of purple light and white lines floating on the pipe, the old man hurriedly brought the pipe to his mouth and couldn't wait to take a big puff, closing his eyes, a long stretch of invisible ripples, which quickly dissipated in the air.
Yun Xuan silently looked at the fascinated appearance of this old friend who was older than him, but he didn't say anything coldly. He is an old smoker himself, and he has a good understanding of this kind of resentment that he wants to smoke but can’t smoke. It’s just that he smokes tobacco, and this one smokes the precious phantom flower... He waited until the old man smoked it. After a few sips of comfort, he stepped out of the kiosk and leaned on the column and sneered slightly: "Won't you go to Yuno and ask...make a few of your best snacks, and I'm afraid he won't be obedient." ?"
"Hey...Don't mention it, the kid hasn't seen anyone all day, so he left a note saying that he is going to travel far... Humph, the silly bird and the little girl aren't there. Now such a big bookstore is even personal. No, I see, it’s a good idea to close the door sooner or later!
The old man complained vaguely with his cigarette holder in his mouth, and took a few more puffs, as if he was about to turn his grief into motivation for smoking.
Travel far? Maybe it's going to do a mercenary mission again... The little doctor has also gone out a few times before. The priest didn't think much about it, and took out the pipe from the bag, knocked it down on the railing, and was touching the tobacco leaf. The old man dangling his pipe and asked casually: "Is the little girl recognized?"
"...You are well informed."
"Hey, what else can I hide from Prang in this world?" The strange old man named Prang spit out an invisible circle of waves triumphantly. Seeing that the priest's face was unsightly, he smiled narrowly, "You want me to say it." , You just need to bring her back, what do you think so much, who else would dare not listen to you?"
"I really know how to talk cool words..." Yunxuan absently stuffed the tobacco leaves, wiped the white light and lit it, took a deep breath, and spit out a thick white line, as if to mix all the worries in his heart and overturn it in the smoke." The stupid thing the fat bird did, why should I go and help him carry it?"
"Who doesn't know that it has been by your side for so many years? If you don't blame you, is it possible to blame a bird?"
"...So what? Anyone dare to ask if it can't be done?"
"That's the truth..." The old man smiled and smoked, not caring about the priest's slightly irritable attitude. "Then it's better to take her back and tell them to go. No one can find you anyway."
Yun Xuan was choked by his run. If he really brought people back in this way, wouldn't he have settled the rumors? How can you still call yourself a high priest in the future? Although he said that he didn't care about it, he still took this job for thousands of years very seriously, otherwise, he didn't have to be there on time every apocalypse ceremony.
He was holding a pipe, thinking about how to refute, only to hear Old Man Prang sneer: "Some people just love to pretend, and they obviously want to manage, but they just don't say..."
This made Yun Xuan a little embarrassed and angry when he said that, he banged his pipe on the pillar, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly, "Who do you say pretends!? I don't bother to take care of these messy things. Don't bother me!"
"Good, good!" The old man laughed while rubbing his palms, "That's right! In the future, let's go around. You haven't been out of this world yet, the old man will take you to the nearby star field to open your eyes and see what the universe is. Vastness, what is Stardust Light Sea..."
The priest hung his head and smoked vigorously, without answering anything, as if sulking. Seeing his appearance, Old Man Pulang did not comfort him, smiled and inhaled a few mouthfuls of phantom light mist, and suddenly said: "There is another catastrophe!"
"Where?" The priest subconsciously asked, and instantly knew that he had been fooled, his face was drawn. He looked at the nasty old ghost laughing backwards and closing, moving his mouth, he didn't know what to say, so he could only put the pipe in his mouth unhappily, and leaked out a sentence like "Do you think I want to" ...If it weren't for the call back then, would I still need to run around the world like this?"
"Hey, if it weren't for that summoning, you would have already turned to ashes. How can you complain here."
Hearing this, the priest's face turned dark for an instant, he spit out white smoke, and sneered at himself with squinting eyes: "I don't care about the life span of this thousand years. I don't care about the life span of this thousand years. Whoever can take it, just take it... It's just a hundred death ."
"Here again and again... Hey, young people nowadays, if they don’t agree with each other, they are looking for life, hum..." The old man shook his head and sighed, seeing that he was still expressionless and gloomy. Long eyebrows, "Okay, okay, it's my old man who said the wrong thing, right? Let your big boss accompany you!"
Yun Xuan didn't respond at all to this insincere apology. He just wrapped his hands around his chest, leaning on the pillar and staring at the full moon that day. Once upon a time, he was just an ordinary little monk in the holy tower, living an ordinary life and having ordinary dreams. Until that vast and unprecedented call, under this full moon, the light of salvation that finally shattered time and space...
He fixedly looked at the abundance of the moon wheel, and in an instant countless memories were rushing like a tide, making him uncontrollable. This tremor from the depths of his soul ran through his empty heart, but in the end he harvested an inaudible sentence. Sigh: "If you can choose...I just hope that it wasn't me..."
The old man Pulang sighed secretly when he saw that his whole body was covered with sadness. This has been more than two thousand years, and he always held this tone, melancholy and melancholy. He stroked the long beard for a moment, and put the gold pipe into his belt without speaking. He waved his hand with a burst of purple light, changing the moonlit night of the bamboo forest into a constantly whirling star space.
Yun Xuan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and his heart was displeased. He turned his head and wanted to question. The old man smiled and pointed his finger forward: "Look..."
The priest looked back and saw an aqua-blue planet appeared in front of him. His vision gradually improved, and the continent was exactly the same as Wilharun. He was stunned to see that there was also a country of Tara, a capital, and a holy tower on the continent. There was also a young man named Yun Xuan in the tower. His genius is not excellent, his head is not smart, but he has a strong and optimistic heart, and he has many good partners. He followed the teacher for ten years in the Pagoda and became a formal white robe. After years of hard work, he finally got the approval of the upper management, was promoted to the middle manager, and accepted a few disciples.
However, because of his limited talents, he has never been able to become a golden robe in his entire life. Such examples are everywhere in the holy tower, and he is just one of them. When he was dying, many relatives and friends came to see him off, but he had no family members—because he was an orphan, and he was always busy practicing, and never married...
Yun Xuan stared blankly at that fast-fading life, suddenly shivering all over his body. He understands what the old man meant. If he wasn't the one chosen back then, his life might be as just shown, the end of his work, leaving no mark... He mechanically turned his head and glanced at the old man Prang, but the other party still smiled. The previous one means: "Look again."
Another figure appeared in front of her eyes. It was a woman. The person Yun Xuan had the most difficult to give up was his former beloved wife... The priest looked at her smiling long-haired blue figure, his eyes were hot, subconsciously. He stretched out his hand and wanted to step forward, but suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that in the short life of the woman, he never saw any trace of himself, because before she was born, he was old here, dead, and no longer in the world...
I am old...the most helpless thing in the world is time: it never stops, never compromises, never responds to your prayers, but never partiality, for everyone, everything, everything Fair enough, but extremely cold. Yun Xuan looked at the figure of the old woman with the white head, and only felt that their once nostalgic, once gentle, once all the beauty and pain, at this moment, seemed to become mirror flowers, stacked in the illusion, but could never be touched.
He felt a great fear, but he couldn't say the root cause of that fear for a while, he could only sit in place like a sculpture, watching the figure flashing by in the sea of ​​stars. He saw the old friend who had betrayed him, the lover who died unexpectedly, the emperor with sinister intentions, and the countless people who walked into his life. Their life trajectories may be different, but they no longer have their own participation, but the strange thing is that their ending seems to be the same as in memory. All due to various chances and coincidences, they finally return to the same destiny. .
Because of this, he stood in a daze, as if he had gained something. If he realized something, he looked at the flying and disillusioned figures, but threw his thoughts out of the sky. I don't know how long it took, until he gradually recovered, the surrounding starry sky had already disappeared, and the insects in the bamboo forest sang finely, and the fragrance was faintly, revealing a comfortable tranquility.
He involuntarily took a deep breath, and the cold freshness filled his body and made his restless heart stabilize again. He turned to look at the old man, Master Pulang still looks laid back, sitting on the lamp smoking a cigarette, squinting at him from time to time, with a mysterious smile.
"Even without your presence, their fate can't be changed... Life and death are nothing more than this one after all." The old man watched him regain his senses, and teased slowly.
"I know that life and death will never go with people, but... it's just unforgettable. I don't want to experience that powerless separation anymore... I don't want to be involved with people anymore..."
"Don't want to be involved? Then what are you taking the little girl back to the study room?"
"... She is a prophecy, I have to take care of it?"
"Okay, you really need to manage, then what are you doing in the bookstore with Yuno?"
"...He wants to stay, I didn't force it."
"Isn't it because of the explosion eight years ago? Do you dare to say that there is no guilt?"
Yun Xuan was speechless for a while, and the old man took a cigarette slowly, pointing his finger to the distance and smirking: "And the kid next to you, didn't you bring it back? You, your mouth is hard and soft. You have to bear it yourself...Where is your temper so detached? How can you not get emotional?"
After he said, he stared at the priest and saw that the other party was still silent. He shook his head and sighed: "Since you can't escape this worldly entanglement, it's better to be happy. No matter how bad it is, it's fine. ... For so many years, your cultivation is finally difficult to make progress. From my point of view, it is inseparable from this growing bond..."
"Okay, let's not talk too much nonsense, the old man will go back first." After saying this, the old man Pulang stuffed his pipe, clapped his hands and stood up, glanced at the priest again, and disappeared into a bright purple light with a long smile. in.
Yun Xuan sat alone in silence, looking sadly at the bright moon, thinking of the persuasion of his old friend, his heart turned thousands of times, and distracted thoughts grew. Let it go? This thousand years of sorrow and joy, tell me how to let go... He was wandering in this distress, and suddenly heard a feeble whisper from a distance: "Sir? Sir? Where are you? I'm so hungry... ...Can't get up... sir?"
This urging repetitive scream caused the veins on Yun Xuan's forehead to burst, and he couldn't help turning his head and yelling loudly: "What to shout! Climb back by yourself!"
The boy seemed to be taken aback by the sudden reprimand, and after a while, he softened his voice and begged: "Sir, I really can't get up anymore, please help me if you do..."
This short-lived debt collector! I'm really fine looking for trouble... The priest took a few breaths, barely pressed the fire of his heart, strode towards the cultivation stone platform, and glanced far away blankly. Under the faint yellow light, the young man managed to prop up his elbows and looked up at him. His face was covered with black sweat. He was grinning and flashing white teeth.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Yun Xuan lost a lot of anger for some reason. He threw out the white light entangled the young man and pulled him up, glanced up and down, and mocked: "I still know that I wake up? Why don't you fall asleep? , It saves me upset."
Where did Jiehai dare to answer, scratching his head cheekily, and asked Ai Ai, "Sir, can I have dinner? I'm almost starving to death..."
"It's dinner? Huh...what time is this? Where can I still have food? Let's talk about it until tomorrow."
"Ah? Is everything gone?" The boy begged with a bitter face, "Sir, it's okay to give a few steamed buns, steamed buns are okay... and rice is okay, I'm really hungry, sir..."
"It's all gone, let's eat the bamboo."
"How can bamboo be eaten... so hard..."
Jiehai's resentful lament filled this secluded bamboo forest. Yun Xuan turned a deaf ear to it, and just walked forward. Behind him was a dejected young man stumbling.
However, in the small bamboo house in the distance, there are a large number of packaged insulated food boxes placed on the square table. The air brings out a faint smell of food, lined with yellow magic lights, revealing incomparable warmth, waiting. The return of the two.
The night was quieter, and only the joyful cries of the youth arose, disrupting the melancholy moon shadow of the bamboo forest.