Sword of Coming

At that time, on the small street, the rain gradually subsided. Ning Yao turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who was breathing calmly and looking calm. Although she didn't like Old Man Yang in her heart, she had to admit that the old man was a real master of the world.

"Old man Yang is not a simple person."

Ning Yao paused for a moment and turned to look at the inconspicuous Yang's shop. The light rain on the street was as moist as crisp. After the rain, the medicine shop had soft outlines and hazy water vapor. The girl made some minor modifications on her own: "Old Man Yang , it’s not simple.”

Chen Ping'an didn't hear the difference between the two. He just hummed and said with a smile: "I used to think that Grandpa Yang was very kind and fair. Now I know that Grandpa Yang is hiding something secretly. Miss Ning, he should be the same." Can you be considered a practicing person?"

Ning Yao said something that Chen Ping'an couldn't understand, "It's a bit similar, but it's actually different. But to you, there's no difference."

Now at the south end of the covered bridge, Chen Ping'an, who had survived the disaster, looked back at the girl in green. The young man's mood was also very different.

When she heard the footsteps, she stood up with a shy smile. She saw the boy in straw sandals and the girl in green robe standing side by side. The girl with a ponytail looked a little embarrassed. Chen Pingan did not dare to treat the girl named Ruan Xiu in front of him as an ordinary girl. Of course, the image of the girl that impressed him the most was still the word "sitting on the mountain".

Ruan Xiu glanced at Ning Yao, who looked cold and domineering, but she didn't dare to say hello.

Ning Yao glanced at the petite but well-fed and delicate girl, and was reluctant to say hello.

The three of them walked down the steps of the corridor bridge together, and Chen Pingan said softly: "I heard from Mr. Qi that Liu Xianyang is fine."

Ruan Xiu nodded vigorously and said: "Wake up. Wake up. After the shopkeeper of Yang's shop saw it, he said that it was the Lord of Hell who showed mercy and spared Liu Xianyang that he saved his life. The old shopkeeper also said that as long as he wakes up , even if it’s completely okay. I was afraid that you would be anxious, so I wanted to tell you as soon as possible, but my father wouldn’t let me walk across the covered bridge..."

The girl babbled, like a chirping oriole on a branch, and at the end, she felt a little apologetic.

The girl actually had some things she didn't say. After Liu Xianyang woke up, she rushed out the door as soon as possible. After arriving at the covered bridge, she was busy telling the news to the boy. She completely forgot about her father's instructions not to allow her to enter the town. It was just that she just When she was about to run down the steps at the north end of the covered bridge, her elusive father grabbed her by the ears and pulled her back. The girl persuaded her father to allow her to sit on the steps at the south end and wait for the others.

This is not the beginning of love, or the love between children, but the kindness that arises spontaneously.

Of course, the premise is that Chen Pingan does not make the girl feel disgusted. On the contrary, she still has some good impressions, or recognition of Chen Pingan.

All of this was the first time the two met. The young man was willing to fish for others. Afterwards, the wound on his left hand was so painful that he gasped for breath, but he did not regret it. Later, when something unexpected happened to Liu Xianyang, the young man was willing to step forward and take on his responsibilities. Chen Ping'an's own blessings accumulated bit by bit.

All this is the long-term persistence of young Chen Pingan, but he just happened to be bumped into by the girl Ruan Xiu. In fact, of course, Chen Pingan missed more, such as the golden carp in the fish basket and the one given to Gu Can. The loach, the four-legged snake, those locust leaves falling in front of the boy's eyes, etc., all these missed opportunities for happiness will never be caught by the boy just because Chen Pingan is a person who cherishes blessings.

Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao and Ruan Xiu walked down the covered bridge. Neither the boy nor the girl realized that water drops of different heights quietly fell into the stream.

Those water drops were either originally hanging under the eaves of the covered bridge, or gathered on the railings of the covered bridge, or in the potholes on the outer edge of the corridor of the covered bridge.

Finally they all fell into the creek and merged with the water.

At the same time, the backyard of Yang's shop, which had a lot of water and was like a small pond, rippled and regained its muddy appearance, just like all the backyards in the world. Above the water, stood a fuzzy man covered in smoke. The figure, vaguely visible, was a hunchbacked old woman with an unclear face.

Old Man Yang was not surprised by this. He smoked a dry cigarette again and asked, "What did you see?"

The figure was like a waterweed, swaying involuntarily "with the water", and said hoarsely: "That little girl Fianzi is the only daughter of our next saint after all. With such a noble status, why do you fall in love with a boy from a mean alley?"

Old Man Yang sneered: "That's it?"

The old woman on the water was trembling and did not dare to speak again.

The old man said slowly: "Since you have come to this point now, some rules should be explained clearly to you, so as not to die in the future and not know what happened, but still feel wronged."

The old man seemed to be brewing a secret and did not speak in a hurry.

After the rain stopped, the water in the courtyard gradually subsided, and the old woman's figure became increasingly blurry. She said pitifully: "Great Immortal, I just want to see my grandson a few more times."

Old Man Yang, whose thoughts were interrupted, was a little impatient: "What you think is your business, I don't care about it."

At this point, the old man's eyes were a little dazed, and he said to himself: "You are lucky. If you fall into the hands of the three religions, you have no idea whether you will have an afterlife or not. How can you be in your current situation? There is a saying in Buddhism about subduing the wandering mind. The two things of thinking and making vows are very important. Confucianism is better, and its management is not so broad. It just teaches earnestly and earnestly, and warns its disciples and disciples to be cautious and independent, which means don't talk duplicity. Taoism also regards "how to think" 'The importance of ' has been heightened. They regard inner demons as the enemy of spiritual practice and are more strict than Buddhism. Therefore, when many people go astray, there are many so-called heretics. Because Taoism pursues purity and attaches great importance to self-examination. Once Those questions left by the Taoist ancestors will make you feel confused..."

The old man smoking a dry cigarette was like a hidden dragon in the sea of ​​clouds. The old woman was even more confused when she heard it. After all, she was a native of this place and had never read a book. Naturally, she could not understand these mysterious and mysterious theories. She could only Memorize by rote.

Old Man Yang suddenly smiled and said: "You don't need to remember these, because we don't care about this."

The old woman was stunned.

Old Man Yang repeated, "We don't care what you think, we only see what you do."

The old woman said anxiously: "Great Immortal, I remember."

Old Man Yang twitched his lips and said: "Since you are a river woman, you must be responsible for all affairs in the river, not only to accumulate moral virtue for yourself, but also to win the incense of the people of this land and water for yourself. If you can have someone build a temple for you, It is your ability to shape a golden body so that a ray of clone can stand in it. After that, you have to strive for the court to accommodate you, to join the orthodox genealogy of mountains and rivers in a country, and to obtain an officially recognized identity. You cannot do this. If so, it must at least be recorded in the local county annals. If the temple dedicated to you is eventually regarded as a temple of obscenity and ordered by the government to eradicate it and knock down the golden body, then your life will be difficult, worse than a lonely ghost. .”

The old woman plucked up her courage and asked: "Great Immortal, as you said before, we prohibit it here. So, what can I, a little river woman, do except get the glory to continue my life? Great Immortal, what are the incense in the temple and the ultimatum of mountains and rivers that you are talking about?" Yes, and the local county magistrate..."

Old Man Yang said: "This is the past. It's hard to say in the future. In the future, this place will be downgraded from a small cave to a small blessed land with no threshold. Anyone can come here and no longer have to pay the three bags of copper coins. This This is also the reason why Emperor Da Li is so unscrupulous. If some things are done sixty years earlier or done sixty years later, the results will be completely different."

The old woman gritted her teeth and asked, "Great Immortal, is it because of my grandson that you are willing to protect me?"

Old Man Yang nodded, not concealing his original intention.

The old woman asked again, "In that case, why did the Great Immortal allow that Zhenwushan military strategist to take my horse Kuxuan away? Why didn't he cultivate it himself?"

It turns out that the old woman who transformed into a river woman was the old woman from Xinghua Lane who was slapped to death.

Old Yang gently knocked the cigarette stick, and the figure on the water formed by the condensed soul of the old woman suddenly became distorted and wailed.

This pain without warning was like an ordinary person who suddenly suffered heart-breaking pain. How could the old woman bear it?

Old Man Yang said calmly: "Although in my eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad, no distinction between good and evil, and I don't use this to measure yin and virtue, it doesn't mean that I like what you do. I couldn't argue with you in the past. But in the future, even if I wipe you out in ashes, it will only be a matter of thought, so don’t push yourself too far.”

The old woman knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "Great Immortal, I don't dare anymore!"

The sword cultivator from Zhenwu Mountain spent a huge price to hire the true god surnamed Yin. Faced with the rude questioning of the young man Ma Kuxuan, even the military swordsman cultivator felt palpitated at that time, for fear of provoking the wrath of Thunder. Why in the end, the surname Yin But the true god replied to the boy seriously? Or even use human language to answer the seven words "If you have to do something, you really can't do it"?

This is not at all a question and answer that should exist between humans and gods.

It's just that this is strange. I'm afraid even the sword cultivator, who has a transcendent status, doesn't understand it. He just thinks that the true god has his own unknown rules and considerations, but the old man in the small courtyard knows it well.

That young man is his destiny.

Not inferior to the maid Zhigui in the slightest.

Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu.

Together they form the word "zhu".

A real dragon, what is the most precious thing?

Pearl!

Why did she choose to rely on Song Jixin, the prince of Dali?

Emperors in the world always like to think of themselves as real dragons. One person's luck can be linked to the dynasty and the country. It is obvious that the two of them are powerful forces joining forces and complementing each other.

But having said that, when it comes to spiritual practice, the road is long, and luck, talent, talent, chance, and temperament are all indispensable. But in the end, on the road to spiritual practice, there are steps ahead, and accumulation and success, so there is no absolute.

In this generation of the town, in addition to Ma Kuxuan and Zhigui, Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, Gu Can, Ruan Xiu, Liu Xianyang, and those children who have their own destiny, can be said to be the pride of heaven.

Even the bottomless old man Yang didn't dare to say whose achievements would be higher than others.

Old Man Yang glanced at the water in the courtyard and said, "Go ahead. For the time being, you just need to keep an eye on the movement on the other side of the covered bridge."

The old woman said in fear: "Great Immortal, even I can't get close to the covered bridge, especially the deep pool. Every time I go over a little, it's like being boiled in a pan..."

Old Man Yang smiled and said, "You don't have to get close, just keep your eyes on the covered bridge. For example, if something flies out from under the covered bridge in the future, just keep an eye on where it is going."

The old woman quickly took the order and left.

Above the accumulated water in the courtyard, the misty figure of the old woman disappeared like smoke.

"Master, Master!"

Over at the back door of the main hall of Yang's shop, Zheng Dafeng laughed and shouted, hurriedly coming to announce the good news.

The two of them came to the backyard one after the other. Zheng Dafeng in front had wind at his feet, "Senior brother is back, great news!"

Old man Yang looked at the honest man behind Zheng Dafeng, who nodded.

But the man hesitated to speak. He was full of questions, but he was clumsy and didn't know how to ask.

In the end, the man just said in a low voice: "Master, why did you accept Ma Kuxuan as your disciple instead of that young man? I don't like the boy named Ma."

Old Man Yang glared and said, "So you took the initiative to grab that golden carp and sell it to Chen Pingan?!"

Compared with Zheng Dafeng, who was restrained in front of the old man, the middle-aged man had much more backbone. He sat on the bench where Chen Ping'an sat before, "What's wrong? I'm happy. Master, don't you like that kid too?"

If Chen Pingan were present, he would definitely be shocked, because this was the middle-aged fish seller he met on the street.

Old Man Yang laughed angrily: "What's the result? That fish basket and the golden carp were delivered to Chen Pingan? Huh?!"

The man was unhappy and silent.

Zheng Dafeng fanned the flames, "Senior brother, I am not telling you that your Dragon King Basket was in vain. It was not good to give it to anyone, but it was given to Da Li's nemesis, the little prince of Da Sui. Be careful that Song Changjing will follow you in the future. You settle the accounts in the future. Besides, if the wealth doesn’t go to others, it’s better to leave it to my nieces and nephews. Why, senior brother, you think the treasure is too hot to handle. If you really can’t, you can just give it to me.”

Old Man Yang looked at him coldly. Zheng Dafeng remained silent, not daring to say another word. He raised his hands and sat on the steps obediently.

The old man said: "Take Fu Nanhua and go to Old Dragon City together."

Zheng Dafeng's face was full of surprise. He turned around and saw only the old man's expressionless face.

The bachelor man who was the gatekeeper of the town slowly looked away, patted his knees, stood up with a wry smile, and walked down the steps to the back door of the shop without saying a word.

The old man's majestic voice came from behind, "Remember, you are not allowed to reveal your roots even to death!"

Zheng Dafeng's wry smile deepened, he nodded without turning around, and quickened his pace.

After walking to the corridor at the back door of the main hall, the man turned around, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and said in a deep voice: "Master, take care of yourself."

From beginning to end, the old man said not a word.

Zheng Dafeng left Yang's shop sadly.

Li Er, a man sitting on the bench, felt a little sorry for his fellow junior Zheng Dafeng: "Master, you are too..."

The old man smiled and said, "Is it unkind?"

The man nodded, "Although junior brother is not upright all day long, you are very considerate towards Master. To be honest, I can't compare to him in this regard."

The old man was noncommittal about this, "Anyway, it's just duckweed without roots, not even the weeds on the roadside. It's not death anywhere."

The man sighed and said, "Junior brother will definitely feel uncomfortable leaving the town this time."

"Generally speaking, if you want to continue the same line and pass on the fire from generation to generation, you need to have three disciples. One of them is 'capable of great use' and can bring glory to the master's sect. After the master's death, he can take on the important role and control the situation. It is both face and honour. A person who can "continue the incense" seems to be inferior to the former in all abilities, but the advantage lies in his resilience. Even if the sky falls, even that useful disciple dies, but it is this person who can ensure that the sect's incense continues. In its heyday, The effect is not obvious, but it becomes very important when the family is in danger. The last one must be 'interesting', with good talent, good foundation, good in everything, very interesting, and you don't even have to be grateful to the master and the sect. The master will not follow the rules in everything with such a disciple. As the saying goes, the disciple of the church will starve the master to death. In the end, this is the case with this disciple."

The man asked curiously: "Me, junior brother, and Ma Kuxuan, who are we three?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "After all these years, who said I only have three of you apprentices?"

The man was stunned for a moment, smiling a little awkwardly, "I forgot about this."

Old Man Yang smiled and asked, "What about Song Changjing?"

The man thought seriously for a moment, and only two words came out, "Not bad."

Old man Yang smoked a dry cigarette, puffed out smoke, and exclaimed: "That's really awesome."

The man said: "Song Changjing promised..."

Before the apprentice could finish speaking, Old Yang stamped his foot, and the world fell silent.

The man smiled and said: "Master, what we have done these years is not considered hidden, why do we care about this?"

Old Man Yang said slowly: "You don't even show off, are you going to rebel?"

The man asked in return: "Are they different?"

Old Man Yang raised his head and glanced at the sky, looking through the three layers of heaven and earth. The old man remained silent.

The man felt heavy and asked, "Master, do my two sons really want to go to the Cliff Academy?"

Old Man Yang said, "Since Qi Jingchun is willing to take this in exchange, why not go? It is no exaggeration to say that such a good thing is rare in a century."

The man asked: "Why didn't Qi Jingchun give it to Chen Ping'an in one go?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "Do you think you are helping Chen Pingan? It's almost as if you dislike that child for not dying fast enough. Do you believe it? If you had successfully sent out the Dragon King Basket and the golden carp, Chen Pingan would have died suddenly within three days. Somewhere in town?”

The man wondered: "Chen Ping'an was broken by his father before he was six years old, so there was no restraint. Although the child could not retain any big opportunities, it was both a bad thing and a good thing at the same time. He just Just like a light in a dark room, there are so many things happening like moths flying into the flame. During this period, isn't it normal for the poor kid to get something?"

Old Man Yang explained: "As long as he is in a small town, Chen Ping'an will not have any good luck. The opportunity is too great, and the child cannot afford it or keep it. He will live an empty-handed life. If he can survive, it is already quite good." It won’t be easy anymore. If it were those so-called proud men of heaven, none of them would die seven or eight times.”

The man grinned and said: "That's why Master, you are willing to help him. Master, what you can give is the only thing Chen Ping'an can accept."

Old Man Yang hesitated for a moment and exhaled a puff of thick smoke, "Then do you know that when you tried to give Chen Ping'an the opportunity, you almost killed him. The prince of the Sui Dynasty and the eunuch, Ning Yao, the prisoner assassin, that weird Taoist... Chen Ping'an almost died on this line."

The man frowned.

Old Man Yang changed the topic, "In the past, the saints who were in charge of this world would often do the first thing when they took office. They would check the four overwhelming things left by the ancestors. The second thing would be to come to my place and say hello. Hello, but even these saints, most of them know this and don’t know why. There are also two types of people who will not come to my side. The first situation is mostly in the early years. At that time The Buddhism in Dongbaopingzhou is very powerful, and there are still many bald donkey monks. This group of people dare not come, for fear of getting involved in the karma. Another situation is like Qi Jingchun. The superiors simply did not tell him the truth on purpose, and they only wished that Qi Jingchun and I There was a conflict and a fight. The reason why Qi Jingchun came today is because he figured out the aftertaste by himself, or..."

The old man's face was solemn, "The possibility of this situation is too small, and the consequences are too great to imagine. I hope not, and... it should not be."

In the small world, there is another cave.

Qi Jingchun was in charge of one side, while Old Man Yang seemed to be in a separate vassal town, and there was no sign of being dependent on anyone else.

Old Man Yang sighed with emotion: "A Confucian saint before Mr. Qi Jingchun said, 'The saint exhausts his eyes and uses the rules and criteria to think that the circle is straight.' What does it mean? To put it simply, it means you ordinary people, you must be grateful. The great kindness of the Holy Master is that he spent a lot of effort and exhaustion to establish these rules and frameworks so that future generations can walk within them and avoid disasters, so that they can have the opportunity to continue to be reincarnated as human beings in the next life. "

The man scratched his head and said: "Master, why are you telling me this? I don't understand why Zheng Dafeng can talk to you."

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "If you, Li Er, can talk, I won't talk about it. One speaks, one listens, one asks and one answers, it's just right."

Old Man Yang stood up and looked into the distance. "If one day, that child can walk out of the town alive and spend decades wandering outside, he will be surprised to see how big his hometown town was."

The master stood up, and the man had no choice but to stand up too. Although he didn't know how to flatter others, he still understood the rules.

Old Man Yang said: "Don't stay here anymore. Take that shrew of yours with you and go somewhere. In Dongbaopingzhou, you have no hope of breaking through in this life. Song Changjing is a petty person, and he will suppress his realm in the future. You don’t think it’s disgusting, but as a master, I still think it’s disgusting. By the way, son or daughter, if you really can’t bear to part with it, you can take one of them away. At worst, you can take away less of Qi Jingchun’s gift.”

The man asked: "Master, if my wife insists on taking the two babies away together, what should I do?"

Old Man Yang said angrily: "Who is in charge in your family?!"

The man said with a matter-of-fact expression: "She!"

The old man took a deep breath and waved his hand to chase them away, "Go away, get out, all four members of the family, you are doing what you like!"

The man walked down the steps, suddenly turned around and asked, "What about you, master?"

The old man sat back on the bench and reached out to touch the dry tobacco in his pocket. He found that there was nothing. After retracting his hand, he said calmly: "What else can I do? I'm just waiting to die."

The man walked to the eaves over there, turned around and smiled for no reason, "I don't think Ma Kuxuan can take something like that away."

The old man looked gloomy and laughed at himself: "If he can't take it away, then no one can take it away."

The four surnames and ten tribes in the town suddenly received the news that within three days, all outsiders must evacuate the town. Lizhu Cave Sky is temporarily only allowed to leave, not enter.

Although the resentment was overwhelming, no one questioned the matter in the end.

In the eastbound team, the ancestor of the Li family did not hesitate to come forward in person and secretly escort the young ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain away.

The next day, far to the west of the town, there were bursts of rumbling sounds, like a cow turning over, shaking the earth and the earth.

It turned out that it was the Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape that really lifted up a huge mountain peak.

The old ape showed his true body of Qianzhang and was about to carry it on his back.

The old ape's shoulders tilted suddenly, as if there was a heavy weight on his shoulders. The old ape raised his head and squinted his eyes.

On the top of the mountain on the shoulder, there is "a" small figure.

Qi Jingchun.

The old ape laughed and said: "Qi Jingchun! Don't be so stingy and miss important things!"

Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "Put this Piyun Mountain back."

The old ape raised his shoulders, shouted angrily, and said arrogantly: "So what if I don't let go?!"

The next moment, the mountain-moving ape suddenly left the bottom of the mountain with his hands and rolled sideways. His huge body pressed down and caused countless nearby trees to collapse.

The next moment, the thousand-foot giant ape was stepped on by someone and fell into the ground.

That person is truly upright. Compared with him, the mountain-moving ape seems to be an ant on someone else's feet.

Another kick trampled the old ape, who was trying to get up, into the ground again.

Another kick.

The thousand-foot-long old ape lay limp in the pit, covered in blood and dying.

The man hunched over, as if his head was against the sky, looked down at the mountain-moving ape, and said with a smile: "If I were sixty years ago, the first thing I would do after going out would be to flatten Zhengyang Mountain with one foot!"