Shushan’s Earth Immortal, Guardian of the Age

In the clear night, a thin crescent moon is hidden behind the clouds and mist, with a little silvery light pouring out and falling lightly on the mountains. Wanhu Peak, Bingchen Courtyard. Two teenagers sat opposite each other in front of the stone table in the courtyard. One was enjoying his meal, while the other seemed to be thinking about something difficult to decide. He held his chopsticks in the air and did not put down his chopsticks for a long time. He Bingkun swallowed a chicken leg whole, smacked it in his mouth for a while, spit out the whole bone on the table, and moved his eyes to Feng Xuhuai opposite. From the first few days, He Bingkun had already noticed that his roommate was a little absent-minded. At that time, he was busy sorting out the clues about his practice, and he also thought that if it was something secret, it would be inappropriate to ask rashly. But nearly half a decade had passed, and Feng Xuhuai came back every day with such a distracted look. If he continued to be delayed like this, he was afraid that something would go wrong in his practice and he would miss the path to immortality. "Humble, humble!" He Bingkun shouted twice, and Feng Xuhuai came back to his senses and asked blankly: "Ah, what's wrong, Bingkun." "What has bothered you these days? You get up early every day and go out in the clouds, and come back in the evening, and you are all absent-minded. He looks like something happened at home? " "Ah, no, no." Feng Xuhuai waved his hands repeatedly, looking a little embarrassed. Under He Bingkun's electric gaze, he murmured a few words in a low voice, "I may be tempted." He was silent for a moment. Bang! He Bingkun slammed the table, and the plates holding the dishes were knocked away. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch the food, which prevented the food from spilling. "Who is it!" He Bingkun leaned forward, his face full of exploration. Unable to resist He Bingkun's behavior, Feng Xuhuai waved his hand to tell him to calm down. It was obvious that he was emotionally moved, but why was Bingkun even more excited than himself. "She is a female disciple of my generation who is younger than me. She is also my junior sister. She is the girl who controls a flaming cloud. You should have seen her before." "Exactly, Pu Hui Pu Jixuan, she and I are of the same generation, and her teacher took the word "" from "How can I get the grass to talk about the back of the tree. I wish to say that thinking about Bo will make me feel sick", that is, the word "Xuan" is her Dharma name. I hope she will forget her troubles. Worry, always keep your heart happy. " He Bingkun called him a good guy in his heart. This guy, Xian Huai, even found out the origins of people's common names and religious names. His admiration was evident. "Can you tell me in detail?" "My teacher Ciyu thought that I was introverted and taciturn, so he ordered me to do no less than ten chores for the Metropolitan Council every month. You also know this. It was at that time that I met Jixuan, and she He was smart and lively, and he helped me a lot. I started to think about it after a while. " As he talked about it later, Feng Xuhuai's voice became smaller and smaller, his cheeks turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed about the junior sister who helped him. He Bingkun touched his chin and asked: "So she still doesn't know your thoughts?" "She probably doesn't know." Feng Xuhuai responded weakly. With a slap on Feng Xuhuai's shoulder, He Bingkun said carelessly: "We, as cultivators, are unstoppable in our pursuit of immortality, and we should treat love affairs the same way. Being so indecisive is not the Xuhuai I know." "I know, it's just, it's just... I don't know how to say it." He Bingkun rolled his eyes, exerted force on his feet, and moved the stone stool to Feng Xuhuai's side, hooked his shoulders, and said with a bad smile: "I don't know, you can ask me, I am very knowledgeable about these things!"

Wanhu Peak, Bingchen Courtyard. In the early morning, the sun rises in the east, and the morning glow is like a wisp. Feng Xuhuai felt a little happy as he listened to the snoring coming from the west room. 'It seems that the solution I talked to Bingkun yesterday has come true. When I come back, I have to let him treat me to a big meal. ' After putting on his clothes, Feng Xuhuai pushed open the door and went out, closed the courtyard door softly, called out the cloud rack, and went straight to the Capital Academy. The master thought that he was too introverted and taciturn, so he had to go to the Metropolitan Council every month to take care of the sect's chores, and the number should not be less than ten. Now that it was nearing the end of the month, he still had three things to do, so he got up early. At this time, the morning sun was just rising, and there were many disciples coming and going among the clouds. Occasionally, when an acquaintance passed by, Feng Xuhuai smiled and nodded. Soon, Feng Xuhuai's Yunjia landed in front of the Capital Academy. When the old Taoist priest who was sweeping the floor in front of the Capital Yuan saw the person coming, he stopped moving and saw that it was Feng Xuhuai, so he started cleaning by himself again. He just said, "Is the little Taoist here to do some chores again?" Feng Xuhuai handed over his hand. Zuo Yi said: "Yes, I have been busy practicing recently, and now I am still three tasks away from the tasks assigned by the master. I wonder if I have any recommendations?" "You came just in time. If I remember correctly, there are three things that are closely related now. If you are capable enough, you can complete them together, which can save a lot of time." Feng Xuhuai breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly what was recorded in the miscellaneous affairs record. He thought it was something complicated, but it turned out that he was helping a senior disciple prepare the materials for the cloud frame. Because the preparation steps were complicated and had time intervals, they were specially divided into three items. "I'll take this." "Okay, I wish you good luck." The old man nodded, raised his hand to record it, and waved goodbye to Feng Xuhuai. Feng Xuhuai discerned the direction and soon arrived at the location requested by Miscellaneous Affairs - Zhongling Mountain. Waiting quietly on the spot, Feng Xuhuai was thinking about what he should call his senior when he saw him, but he soon discovered that he was wrong. It was a handsome female Taoist priest who looked about the same age as herself. She was wearing a vermilion Taoist robe, with a golden ribbon cinching her slim waist. There was a bit of heroism between her brows, which was not as gentle as that of an ordinary woman. "Are you the one who took over the mission?" A cold voice came into Feng Xuhuai's ears. He seemed to have just come back to his senses, a blush appeared behind his ears, and he nodded quickly: "Yes, it's me." "Hello, I am Pu Shaoyue." "Feng Xuhuai." The two of them reported each other's names. Before Feng Xuhuai could ask, Pu Shaoyue continued: "Fellow Taoist seems to be coming on a cloud?" Feng Xuhuai nodded. "It just so happens that the three things my master helped announce on the roster are related to my making the cloud frame. The rest of the materials are now ready, except for the crest of the blood dandelion, the wing feathers of the crested ibis, the silk of the fire tarantula, and the bright sunset after the summer thunderstorm." "I remember that blood dandelions grow on the south side of Sanqing Mountain, and crested ibises and fire wolf spiders are on the east side, but the bright sunset after a summer thunderstorm... It is indeed summer now, but I don't know when we will see a thunderstorm again, and the bright sunset disappears very quickly. Do you have a way to collect it?" Feng Xuhuai asked calmly. "Yes, the master gave me a special magic weapon that can be used to capture the sunset. I only need you to look after me during the capture. The main thing is that I need your help to collect the first three materials. I also need to make some other preparations." Pu Shaoyue looked at Feng Xuhuai seriously, as if she was afraid that he would refuse, and added, "The last task will take a long time, but the reward for the task is too small. I will give you extra compensation afterwards." "That's fine." Feng Xuhuai nodded, "Then in three days, you will wait here for my news." "Okay." (PS: It seems a bit awkward to write because of my lack of writing skills. Anyway, it means that Ji Hu and Ji Xuan met for the first time. According to some clues in the original text, they connected in series. They met because of the cloud control incident and fell in love with each other for a long time. Because of some misunderstandings, Ji Hu avoided Ji Xuan. I still hope the author will write more and fill in the holes quickly.)

Why do people live? He thought about this question for a long time. In fact, he understood very early on that when a person lives in this world, he must have his own mission, which he cannot get rid of, just like fate. But even so, he still hopes to have the opportunity to live according to his inner wishes, not for others, only for himself. To be able to truly live for once and be at ease in the world. Go and see with your own eyes the world that others have told you about, and witness with your own eyes how those young men with fast horses and flat swords gallop recklessly above the empty dust and under the sky. Use a glass of wine to talk about kindness and hatred; use a sword to control life and death. Even though, under those flying robes, between the lights and shadows of swords, I don't know how many past events are buried, the blood shed in the fight, the tragedy of independence in the wind, and those empty eyes that are still waiting. This is not only for myself, but also for... Her. Even though... It would go against the master's wishes. He didn't know if this was considered deviant, but he knew that no matter how he purified himself, the fire in his heart had never been extinguished. A single spark can start a prairie fire. So now that he has this opportunity, how can he give up? Today, the rivers and lakes are still raining. Under the curtain woven by power and strength, under the shadow of conspiracy and conspiracy, knives and swords are still playing bloody hymns. But most of them did not leave their names in this troubled world to write their own epics, even if they all have their own world in their hearts. And now, for the first time, he was so close to his dream. Even if... It would cost a lot, he would not hesitate! After calming down, he looked above the main hall again. There was a throne there, but there was no one on the throne. But he knew that the master was always there, watching him and the world. "Disciple, please come down the mountain. I hope the master will agree!" He said loudly. At this moment, there were stormy clouds gathering in his eyes like black glass, and his whole person was like a peerless sword about to be unsheathed, full of vigor. "The sword is the blade of the heart. It can be used to kill or to protect." He carefully calculated the sword and polished it for more than ten years. It was time to take it out of its sheath. However, no one answered. After a long time, an old voice came from nowhere, and it was vaguely sarcastic: "Then do you know what you will face? The Eight Suffering Formation, the eight sufferings in the world, are they no joke? If you are not careful, it will be an abyss." The voice was ethereal, as if it came from eternity. Silence, eternal silence. But soon, Lu Xiaoyao said firmly: "Right or wrong is up to you, reputation or reputation is up to others, regardless of gains or losses. At least, I have made up my mind, and I will not regret it." "Come on, come on, come on." The owner of the voice knew that it was useless to say more, but he still felt a little emotional, "This is the time and destiny, you are destined to have this disaster. Go, but remember not to break the rules." Lu Xiaoyao was overjoyed. He had never thought that his farewell went so smoothly. He immediately bowed deeply to the throne, turned around and walked out of the hall. At this time, the sun was shining directly in, and Lu Xiaoyao walked against the sun. His back looked a little blurry in the sun, but his wanton laughter was clearly audible: "The so-called eight sufferings in the world, the rolling world of mortals, today Let me, Lu, have a good time, hahaha!" There is a poem from later generations: "In those days, I walked around the rivers and lakes with a sword The shadow of the sword was dim in my dream The clouds lingered in the mountains and the cranes roared The wine and laughter spread across the five lakes."

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? If the first encounter wasn't so thrilling, how could there be such worry later on. There are always some people who will still make you miss them after many years. And Feng Xuhuai will never forget the first time he saw Jixuan until his death. At that time, she was sitting in the cave making new clouds. The cloud she controlled was red and shining, like the sunset on the horizon, and it also made her face blush. After just one glance, Feng Xuhuai would never forget it again. Later, he thought maybe this was fate. Just one look at you in the mortal world is enough to determine your fate for life. From now on, your every smile, every smile and every smile on your face will touch my heart. And after a long time, I will turn my longing for you into a hundred banquets in the world and let myself be intoxicated. They are Taoist priests who emphasize tranquility and inaction, just as the Taoist classic "Qingjing Sutra" says: "The human heart likes to be quiet, and desires lead it. The human spirit likes to be pure, but the heart disturbs it. It is often possible to relieve its desires, and the mind becomes calm. When the mind is cleared, the mind becomes clear. Naturally, the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated. So those who cannot, it is because the mind is not clear, and the desires are not released." Just let nature take its course, which is good. Feng Xuhuai thought so at the time. And the result is indeed like this, they met, got to know each other, got to know each other, fell in love, and fell in love in an ordinary way. The steps were very natural, not as earth-shattering as those in novels and scripts, but every step was extremely practical. In the long years to come, Taoist Master Jihu, who has given up the common name Feng Xuhuai, will recall their first meeting, first conversation, first walk, first hand in hand, first kiss... Countless first times, which constituted the first half of Taoist Jihu's life, which was plain but not boring. "How about we stay together like this for a lifetime?" "Okay." Later, under the witness of their teacher, they made a promise to each other to stay together for a lifetime. He will never forget Jixuan's beautiful face that night. He naively thought that they would spend their lives quietly like this. But at that time, Taoist Master Ji Hu did not realize that what could separate them was not only separation in life, but also separation in death. After all, Jixuan failed to cross that hurdle and fell. At that time, in the thunderous sea, she looked back at him with a smile as bright as a flower, but the sadness in her eyes could not be concealed. Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, love comes and goes as the mood dictates. Perhaps, this means that their fate has come to an end. We met by fate, but now that fate has ended, it's time to part ways. Destiny arises and fate perishes, it's just that. Later, Jixuan's remains were buried in the mountain, which was her home. Taoist Master Jihu did not cry. He just sat blankly, sitting next to Jixuan, accompanying her, just like twenty years ago. Three days later, he staggered up. How many steps can a hundred years of distance take? Jihu answered this question: three steps. Three steps, white hair. It is a name that will be remembered for a lifetime, along with deep feelings. Since then, Taoist Master Jihu rarely went down the mountain to travel around the world. The inn in the mortal world is still full of people coming and going, and the hustle and bustle of the world is still flowing like eternal years. The sun rises and the moon sets, the grass and trees are withered, and the prosperity is like the delicate clothes on the beauty's body, shaking off in clusters. Those women who have conquered the country are still weaving a dreamlike song and dance to achieve peace, and those young men with fast horses and swords are still galloping above the empty dust and under the sky. Suddenly looking back at the sadness and solemnity of the journey, who knows how many waiting eyes and how many memories that were once so clear were buried under the flying robes and lightning-like sword blades. Who cares about the bloodlines who are exiled in the fighting and the tragedy of independence in the wind. But Taoist Master Jihu still stayed on the mountain, watching the trees on the mountain becoming green and yellow, and yellow and green again. Time passes quietly without any sound. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and there is no year in the cold weather. It's time for Sanqingshan to recruit disciples again. On this day, Taoist Master Jihu came down the mountain, after a long time. He pushed open the wooden door, and with a "creaking" sound, he slowly stepped out and stepped on the path covered with fallen leaves, making a "rustling" sound. Every step made him miserable. Once upon a time, Jixuan's laughter and whispers enveloped this place every day and every night, making him feel so warm. But now, the buildings are empty and things have changed. Those upright bamboos are still as green as jade, and those cherry blossoms are still blooming wildly. Same as twenty years ago. It's really... People don't know what night it is. However, no one will quietly walk up to him, lean down and stick to his ear, call him: "Ji Hu" and smile at him like a thawing spring breeze. Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the group of children at the bottom of the mountain, just like before. "Very good." He suddenly smiled.

The dusk clouds merge together, and the setting sun melts gold. Feng Jihu felt a little anxious and kept pacing under Zhongling Mountain, looking up into the distance from time to time, looking for the familiar flaming cloud. It is also the splendor in his life. Last night, He Bingkun pulled Feng Jihu to share his rich experience. It was not until He Bingkun fell asleep drunkenly on the table that Feng Jihu was able to break away from his arms. When he cleared up the mess on the table and helped He Bingkun back to his room, He Bingkun was still muttering: "Good man... Hiccup... Just be direct, don't be indecisive like a little lady, be modest, don't... Don't let me I look down on you and take the initiative... Hiccup... Get something out of my bag!" "Senior Brother Jihu!" A clear and melodious shout interrupted Feng Jihu's thoughts. He quickly came back to his senses and looked at the owner of the voice. She is still wearing a dazzling red and pink Taoist robe, which is embroidered with lifelike golden peonies, which is particularly delicate and beautiful. She has two curved eyebrows like a crescent moon, a pair of deep and attractive phoenix eyes, a straight nose, red lips and white teeth, and long black hair standing high. She is soft and elegant yet mixed with heroic spirit. Pu Jixuan. The two of them worshiped at Sanqing Mountain at the same time. Because they were slightly older, Pu Jixuan became Feng Jihu's junior sister. "Senior brother, what do you want from me?" Pu Jixuan put her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly. In addition to the meaning of inquiry, her words seemed to be mixed with some unclear things. He Bingkun had obviously simulated it for himself several times last night, making him determined, but when it came to this step, Feng Jihu still subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape. If Junior Sister Jixuan is not interested, it would appear that he is being sentimental and offending the beauty. Feng Jihu's thoughts were racing, and one picture after another flashed through his mind. Finally, he stabilized his mind and did not take Pu Jixuan to the place they had carefully prepared as planned by He Bingkun. Instead, he went directly to the place. "Junior sister Jixuan, I know it may be a bit abrupt to say this, but these are my words from the bottom of my heart..." Feng Jihu paused, looked into Pu Jixuan's autumn eyes, and said sincerely: "I have already fallen in love with you, I wonder if I will have the opportunity to become a Taoist partner with you?" The trembling words could not conceal the sincerity and firmness in them, and the blush spread rapidly from the roots of Feng Jihu's ears. After just saying a word, Pu Jixuan didn't even react, and his whole face turned red as if bleeding was about to occur. The hands hidden under the robe were tightly clasped together, and the fingertips even faintly pierced the skin, oozing out some blood drops. 'That Yun Jian was really good, Senior Brother Ji Hu really fell in love with me...' Thinking about the nameless letter sent by someone at the dawn of dawn, Pu Jixuan's eyes widened slightly, showing a look of surprise. Under Feng Jihu's nervous gaze, she suddenly smiled, but the words coming out of her red lips made Feng Jihu feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. "Senior Brother Jihu, you are a good person..." These words penetrated Feng Jihu's defenses like a bolt from the blue. He remembered very clearly what He Bingkun said last night, when a woman rejects a man, she often starts with the fact that the other person is very nice. In his daze, Feng Jihu couldn't listen to what was said behind him. He only felt ashamed and embarrassed, and even did not dare to look at Pu Jixuan again. He hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, junior sister, I was rude." Then he called out Yunjia, and fled with his Taoist robe covering his face. "Eh!" Pu Jixuan's eyes widened with a look of confusion. No, before she finished speaking, why did this idiot senior brother run away? "You little piece of wood, you didn't even listen to what I said before running away, hum!" Looking at the direction Feng Jihu was leaving, Pu Jixuan put her hands on her hips and stamped the ground shyly. After joining the clan, they got to know each other by fate, and they became close friends with each other over the years. Feng Jihu was not the only one who developed feelings for him? Pu Jixuan just wanted to tease him because of the woman's reserve and playful temperament, but she didn't know that he was so careless about teasing. "But now that I know that my senior brother is devoted to me, the initiative is all in my hands. I will explain it to him in a few days, hehe~" Pu Jixuan walked in the direction where she came from, her steps were light and lively, her ponytail flicked across her shoulders and back, and cinnabar red clouds fluttered around her. (To be continued?)

The man in white clothes broke the door lock with a long sword and rushed in. Unexpectedly, Wen Sukong was standing not far from the door. As soon as he entered, his slightly opened hands took Wen Sukong into his arms. Wen Sukong was stunned, and Cheng Yun was stunned. The beauty was in his arms, and it would be a lie to say he was not attracted. When both of them woke up from their sluggishness, they separated in a hurry. Two blushes appeared on Wen Sukong's face. "Who are you?" "Ah, don't worry about so much, I'm here to save you, come with me" "I don't even know who you are, how can I follow you?" Cheng Yunqi was furious. No longer caring so much, he grabbed Wen Sukong's hand and walked out the door. Took Wen Sukong and escaped from the Prime Minister's Mansion through the planned path. Wen Sukong didn't say a word along the way. She didn't choose to believe him, nor did she choose not to believe him. It just doesn't matter to life. Cheng Yunqi and Wen Sukong stayed in a dilapidated tea shop. The two of them sat at the table without saying a word. "Who are you?" For a long time, Wen Sukong couldn't help but asked calmly. "My name is Cheng Yunqi, and I have received great kindness from King Luo since I was a child. My parents died that year, and I was only seven years old. I was chased by my enemies, and it was the prince who rescued me from the sword. Later, the prince was killed by a traitor. I watched helplessly, but could not save him. Later, I sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I thought about avenging the prince every day." "I want revenge." "Miss Wen Sukong, I have received a great favor from the prince. The purpose of saving you this time is to send you to a distant place, settle down, and never get involved in this matter. I will take revenge." "I want revenge." Wen Sukong's eyes were full of hatred and determination. The two had no choice but to return to the capital and settle down in a secret place. In the past few days, the capital has sent additional city defense troops to patrol. At the same time, secretly, the prime minister was also anxious to find Wen Sukong and sent many experts to search. On this day, the prime minister celebrated his birthday, the prime minister's house was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and hundreds of civil and military officials came to congratulate him. The gifts were piled up, and the luxurious old man was sitting on the chair, smiling from ear to ear. Even the current emperor sent congratulatory gifts, which shows his importance to the dynasty. When Cheng Yunqi went out to do something good and came back, his house was empty. Cold sweat instantly covered his entire forehead. Cheng Yunqi didn't dare to think about it. He grabbed the sword in his hand and ran towards the Prime Minister's Mansion. "You silly girl, you must not be there." Wen Sukong was busy in the Prime Minister's Mansion with a drink in his hand. All the maids' faces were covered with veils, which was exactly what Wen Sukong wanted. The crowd was bustling, and Wen Sukong always walked in the direction of the old man, but someone always pushed him away. That person has such a high position and authority, how could he not have anyone to protect him? I can get my revenge soon. Even if I can't kill him, I can still reunite with my brother. I suddenly thought of Cheng Yunqi, that handsome and clean man who always accommodated her blindly. She wanted to come back and he accompanied her back. She wanted to take revenge. He went out to observe every day and chose the right time, but he did not take his own life or death to heart. Cheng Yunqi, I know you are good to me. But I have already caused trouble to many people, and I don't want to cause trouble to you anymore. Forgive me and leave alone. ——Wen Sukong. Time falls into the night. The streets have long since calmed down, but the Prime Minister's Palace is still brightly lit. The banquet was almost over, and all the civil and military officials took their leave one after another. The luxurious old man was sitting on a chair, slightly drunk. Wen Sukong approached here intentionally or unintentionally. After clearing away the wine glasses and dishes on the table and putting them away gently, she saw that he had closed his eyes. A flash of hatred flashed in Wen Sukong's eyes. A dagger slipped out of his sleeve and was held tightly in his hand. Soon, Wen Sukong never thought that he could be so fast. The dagger stabbed him hard in the chest. No blood, no blood. The old man pushed Wen Sukong away, took out the golden silk armor from his arms, and sneered. "Wen Sukong, I really didn't expect that since I had escaped, I would dare to come back. In fact, I really want to know who rescued you. You really failed his kindness." Wen Sukong stared at him with hatred and suddenly started crying. "As the prime minister, you have such a high position, why do you want to kill your own family members. They are all innocent..." "They asked for it, they can't blame others." How can a person be so cold-blooded? Family affection, in the face of power and desire, may be nothing. "I have not killed you because of the secret you carry. Now, I can only give up that secret." At this time, the escort team of the Prime Minister's Mansion has surrounded this place. Slowly drawing out the long sword, the old man only had cold killing intent in his eyes. The long sword thrust out, but did not hit Wen Sukong. At this time, Wen Sukong had already fallen into a warm embrace. "Cheng Yunqi, it's you." The old man shouted when he saw the man who suddenly appeared. "Prime Minister, today, let's settle the grudges. I will avenge Luo Junwang's family." When the long sword was taken, he couldn't see how fast it was. Cheng Yunqi felt that he had used all his strength. He knew he didn't have time, the escort was right next to him and there was only one move. He has golden silk armor on his body, which cannot be penetrated by a long sword. A bright light flashed, and Cheng Yunqi's long sword pierced his forehead, and the old man's long sword also pierced Cheng Yunqi's chest. He suddenly pulled out his sword, picked up Wen Sukong and ran towards the door before the guards could react. Blood dripped onto Wen Sukong's pure white clothes, splashing with bloody peach blossoms. So sad, Wen Sukong's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Just as he was about to reach the door, an arrow was shot and entered the crook of Cheng Yunqi's leg. He suddenly fell to his knees and pushed Wen Sukong forward. "Wen Sukong, leave quickly, leave, don't come back again... Go, go..." Cheng Yunqi stood up, picked up the long sword, and stopped the escort. Despite the pain in his knees, he did not kneel down. In this life, he has only knelt down to one person, and the person who saved him was King Luo. Finally, he slowly fell down, his eyes looking at the direction where Wen Sukong was crying and running away. His eyes were full of reluctance and heartache. Wen Sukong had already burst into tears. She didn't want to run away, she just wanted to die with him. However, she has no way to let him down anymore, she will listen to him. He won't worry anymore. Wen Sukong, do you know? The first time I saw you, I was full of surprise and love. Yes, I couldn't control myself and fell in love with you without hesitation. There is no way to protect you anymore. You have to go far away, don't come back, and live an ordinary life. Silly girl, take care of yourself. ——Cheng Yunqi. Cheng Yunqi, please forgive me for seeing only hatred in my eyes every day. However, I never want to involve you. I'm sorry, I will listen to you, I will go far away and never come back. I promise you, live well. If there is an afterlife, I will repay you well. ——Wen Sukong. Why is your life so miserable? Who else can protect you forever?

"Son, after you go up the mountain, you need to take care of yourself. It's cold today, so don't get cold." The lady in fox fur warned her son with concern, and the servants carrying several large and small bags followed. Feng Xuhuai nodded with a dull expression, opened his mouth, and squeezed out a sentence: "Mom, I can save it." "It's just that your father doesn't come home all day long. My son didn't even come to see him off when he paid homage to the fairy mountain. I don't know if he still has us and my mother in his heart." Xue Wanqing was arranging her son's clothes in her hands. She did not forget to complain about her husband Feng Dezhang, but then she explained: "Your father sent a letter last night saying that he had tried his best to rush back, but it is a pity that the journey is far away and he cannot give you a ride." Xue Wanqing smiled and touched her son's head, feeling a little emotional in her heart. The little baby who looked like a dumpling had almost caught up with her in size. This year was only her thirteenth birthday, and she had to join the Immortal Sect to practice. Just thinking about how many opportunities she would have to see her baby, whom she had worked so hard to raise, was leaving home, Xue Wanqing felt sour in her heart, and there was a little mist in her clear eyes. Xue Wanqing held Feng Xuhuai's somewhat immature face in both hands and looked at it carefully, as if she wanted to remember her son's appearance forever in her heart. "Mom, I just went to the fairy mountain to practice. It's not that I will never see you again. Can you let go of your hand? There are many people here." Feng Xuhuai said weakly, and his voice became lower as he went to the back. "Bah, bah, bah, don't say these unlucky words!" Xue Wanqing frowned and retorted, then she let go of the hand holding her son's face, and before Feng Xuhuai could breathe a sigh of relief, Xue Wanqing pulled him into her arms and held him tightly, "Why are you so shy, my dear man? Mother not only wants to hug you, but also kiss you!" Feng Xuhuai's little face turned red instantly. He knew that his mother was feeling uncomfortable and reluctant to leave him. It would have been fine if she were at home, but now the square was full of people, and even he could feel the eyes of countless people watching the excitement. It doesn't matter if he doesn't push or push away. Feng Xuhuai was in a dilemma for a while, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, the time of Chenzheng has finally arrived. A Taoist priest wearing dark blue feathers and looking very young walked out of the Yuling Temple. He held up his hands in front of everyone and said loudly: "All laymen, please wait a moment. Today is the day when Master Shanzhong accepts disciples. After seeing off the destined ones, it is not too late to come back to the temple to offer incense. There will be free incense in the temple." The fire was offered." The crowd suddenly became noisy. Many people waved their hands, and some of them bowed, saying: "Don't dare, don't dare." Hearing this, Feng Xuhuai gently broke away from his mother's arms as if he was being forgiven, and stared at the Taoist priest wearing dark blue feathers without blinking. This was the first time he had seen him like this. Xue Wanqing knew that it was time to say goodbye. She tilted her head slightly and wiped her sleeves on her face quickly, not wanting her son to see her losing her composure. "Please come with me, a young layman who has pure spiritual energy and is under the age of sixteen years old." Feng Xuhuai took the baggage he had prepared from the servant's hand, not much. He took what his mother had prepared, and then he took the initiative to give her a hug and said softly: "Mom, I'm leaving." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xuhuai turned around and left, joining the group of boys and girls in front of the audience. "Huai'er!" A familiar shout came from behind, and Feng Xuhuai turned to look. Xue Wanqing waved to him with red eyes. Feng Xuhuai raised his head slightly and held back the tears in his eyes, not wanting his mother to feel distressed when she saw him. He waved his hands vigorously, and regardless of the eyes of others, he shouted: "I will come back to see you more often!" Feng Xuhuai took another deep look, remembering his mother's appearance in his heart, and then no longer lingered, turned around resolutely, and followed Taoist Yuyi into the Taoist temple. (To be continued)

Wen Sukong

This is a world full of suffering. Being born as a human being, since you come to this world, means you need to endure suffering. It begins with suffering and ends with suffering. A person's life, to put it bluntly, is a history of struggle against suffering. In a short period of a hundred years, a person's life is, to put it bluntly, a history of struggle against suffering. In a short period of a hundred years, we relied on our own strength, the encouragement of friends, the mutual support of relatives, and even the illusory, nameless "god" with infinite power to help us meet the suffering, survive the suffering, and overcome the suffering. However, suffering is invincible. Whenever we naively think that we can overcome suffering, soon suffering will come back in its own unique way and never end. If you visualize a person's life as a book, then if you turn it over and read it, you can only read this sentence between the lines: He was born, he died. He fought against hardship, but ultimately failed. He could not overcome the suffering, he could only grit his teeth and hold on. This is perhaps the most condensed summary of a person's life. No matter you are a genius, a genius, a genius, or have a fortune, you cannot escape it. Everything seems to be a curse that will eventually come, this is the judgment of fate. Suffering is inevitable and there is no way to escape, because the process of trying your best to avoid suffering is itself suffering. You are desperately looking for solace in the world of mortals, your friends, your relatives, your beliefs, your status, your money... You are eager for everything that can allow you to escape suffering. You try to find and hold on to them, just like a drowning person who clings to the last straw to save his life. Yes, you have found them, caught them, and you think you can fight the suffering and overcome it. But the reality is that the things you value are nothing but illusory things in the face of suffering, as fragile as phantoms: your friends are scattered all over the world, and it is difficult to get together again. The person you love will just drift away from you in the long river of time, and there will be no books, maybe thousands of miles apart, or across the blue sky. And what is in front of you will always be what you hate. Their faces, their proud smiles are always in front of your eyes and keep you awake at night. You will never get what you ask for: you ask for love, but your lovely heart will eventually become cold. Sometimes, the eternal vows are just the eternal vows. You have looked for friendship, but the promise will eventually dissipate. You know people but not their hearts. You treat each other with sincerity, but you don't know what you are getting in return. In this world, there are too few people who meet each other by chance but can be in love with each other. You are like this, bruised and bruised by reality, with nothing to rely on. You can only choose to trust the gods. But how can a great being like the gods save an ant? At the end of the day, you are still alone, you get sick, you get old, you die. In the final analysis, you and I are just wandering people in this sea of ​​misery in the world. We spend our lives trying to pursue those illusory phantoms to give ourselves a touch of warmth in this cold world, but we are even more desolate because of losing them. Just like the little girl selling matches on Christmas Eve, all she did was drink poison to quench her thirst and tie herself up in a cocoon. In the final analysis, suffering is unpredictable and paradoxical. It can always come to the world in the most incredible way and at the most unlikely time, breaking all their beautiful illusions. It is sudden but natural. Therefore, some people call it "destiny". The endless suffering in this world, this undetermined fate, makes most of us try our best, but we can only grit our teeth and persevere, work hard to live well, and live as happily as possible, even if we are enjoying ourselves in hardship. However, for another group of people, such a simple thing is nothing more than a luxury. Fate is never fair. Suffering, or fate, is inevitable and invincible. But, but, but we must not surrender to fate! Although fate can imprison our bodies and make us scarred, it cannot imprison our spirits. Even if our bodies are trapped by many shackles in the world of mortals, we can still pursue spiritual freedom, which is absolute freedom. Confucianism has a saying, "When the Tao is about to be carried out, it is destiny; when the Tao is about to be abolished, it is destiny.", So we need to "do our best and obey the destiny." Even if we fail in the end, we can proudly say, "I have tried my best and failed, so I have no regrets." >Taoism has a saying: "Death and death, poverty and wealth, virtuous and dishonest, hunger, thirst, cold and heat, are the changes of things and the fate of fate." Since the external world cannot resist, then explore within, and live a life of peace with the world under the wings of fate. This is "free". Therefore, it is said: "The perfect person has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name." Buddhism has a saying, "All conditioned Dharma is like a dream, like a bubble, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such." Everything outside is a dream, so you can only seek it inward. "When you don't look at this flower, this flower and your heart are silent together; when you look at this flower, the color of this flower becomes clear for a moment, and you know that this flower is not outside your heart." All meaning begins from this, from the blooming of a flower. Yes, fate has deprived us of many things, but it can never deprive us of the right to laugh at fate. And this is the only way to fight against fate. Face all the sufferings in the world with a pure heart. People will be separated, hearts will be confused, and love will be broken, but so what? At least I still have those beautiful memories that are unforgettable. There are all evil people in front of you, but so what? Since it cannot be avoided or ignored, why not try to forgive and reconcile? When you forgive others, you also forgive yourself. When you reconcile with others, you also reconcile with yourself. From then on, the sea and the sky will be brighter. You can't get what you ask for, but so what? At least, there is a process that allows us to do our best and never regret. We will grow old, get sick, and die, but so what? Isn't it precisely because of the pain that fate has inflicted on us that we can feel our existence so clearly, so real, and not just an illusion? Yes, suffering is caused by fate on people, but we can give meaning to life through suffering. Our joy, anger, sorrow, and joy all become more real because of suffering, and the love in the world becomes even greater. This is how we laugh at suffering and digest suffering. The more blood our bodies are scratched by thorns, the more we should smile brightly, laugh wildly, and laugh wantonly. This lonely choice, this vigorous reverse journey, this dazzling splendor, this unique me! Then, let the sufferings come more violently. Those who cannot hit me will make me stronger. Those who cannot suppress me will make my life more brilliant.