The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 351
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Just when the old Taoist was about to talk to Zhao Yu about the taste of the yellow crane, a low and deep bell sounded from Zhenwu Hall.

Zhang Laodao was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a look of nostalgia on his face that ordinary people were destined to be impossible to see.

Zhang Laodao looked over the cloud-shrouded Xiaolian Peak, and looked up to the southwest.

At the same time, Song Yuanqiao, who heard the bell, made a confession to the pilgrims beside him, and then rushed towards the Zhenwu Hall like a wild goose.

In front of Zhenwu Hall, seven Taoist priests headed by Song Yuanqiao stood side by side, looking at Xiaolianfeng where the sea of ​​clouds was churning.

The seven people didn't say a word, but they had different expressions on their faces, some were proud, some were nostalgic, some were reluctant... mixed feelings.

That day at Shaoshi Mountain, when Master invited Zhao Yu to come to Wudang for a talk after 81 days, they had already guessed it.

Yesterday Master even called them into Zhenwu Hall and said something that shocked and puzzled them.

Hearing the master's decision, although the seven were reluctant, no one spoke out to stop them.

……

The old Taoist looked at the endless mountains in the southwest with a nostalgic expression, and said softly: "The big dream has been for a hundred years..."

Others didn't understand what this old Taoist said, but felt that once this old Taoist became serious, he would really be a fairy.

Only Zhao Yu stretched his hand into his bosom, and took out from the system backpack the Iron Arhat that was given to him by the old man in Shaoshi Mountain!

"After all, I still haven't woken up..."

Zhao Yu took out Tie Luohan from his bosom, stretched out his hand and handed it back to Zhang Laodao.

The old Taoist took Tie Luohan, stroked it with his fingers, and replied softly: "Yes, after all, he never woke up."

At that time, he was 13 years old, and following his master Jueyuan, he searched for the Buddhist scriptures, the Lenga Sutra, which had been stolen by gangsters.

Until Xiyue met her, she was 16 years old that year.

She carefully bandaged his wound, which made him, who was at a loss what to do, feel a different kind of warmth.

However, before he came back to his senses, she had already drifted away, like slush with red claws...

Three years passed in a flash, and the snow had melted, but the paw prints remained in the young man's heart.

Originally, he who was in Buddhism might never see him again in this life.

But things in the world are fickle.

Three years later, when he was besieged by Shaolin eminent monks for defeating He Zudao, she appeared in front of him again.

That year, he was 16 years old and she was 19 years old...

The master performed his magical powers, packed the two of them in an iron bucket, and broke out of the Shaolin Temple.

The master was exhausted and passed away, and the two of them parted ways.

This difference is a hundred years...

After becoming famous for a hundred years, the people who fought with him back then are all dead, and there is no one else in the world.

Fenglingdu was hers that she never forgot, so after escaping into Buddhism, she named her apprentice Fengling!
And Tie Luohan has become his empty melancholy for a hundred years...

A lotus boat floats under the far bridge, and a stream flows on the rocks of Dai.Wanren Cuishanli Pavilion is here, don't ask about the sound of the valley.

At this time, the old Taoist had a childish smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "Once you get angry, the Lingtai will not be able to stop the water like a mirror."

This sentence was said by Master Jueyuan after she let herself beat that villain on the top of Huashan Mountain.

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he handed the iron arhat in his hand to Zhao Yu again, and said: "Fortunately, she is still at ease after all..."

"not necessarily!"

Looking at the Iron Arhat handed over by Zhang Laodao, Zhao Yu didn't pick it up.

Logically speaking, no matter how cold Zhao Yu was, the old Taoist should be relieved at this time.

But for some reason, Zhao Yu said "not necessarily" out of nowhere.

"Oh?"

Zhang Laodao raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young man in front of him who he couldn't see through.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, then looked at the old Taoist, and said seriously: "She escaped into Buddhism at the age of [-], maybe it wasn't because of her great enlightenment..."

"..."

Zhang Laodao didn't say a word, but stared blankly at Zhao Yu who was looking serious at the moment.

In fact, he also knew in his heart, if she really saw all this, why would she give her apprentice the name Fengling?
"Why?"

Zhang Laodao didn't speak, but Jiang Yuyan behind him couldn't help asking at this moment.

Women always have a soft spot for this kind of thing.

Zhao Yu raised his head, looked at the surging clouds and mist in the southwest direction, and said calmly: "Perhaps because the clouds and clouds in Mount Emei resembled the fireworks that lit up in Xiangyang City when I was 16..."

Boom!Boom!Boom! !

At this moment, the ancient bell outside the Zhenwu Hall was ringing continuously.

As the setting sun falls, it falls straight down to the top of Xiaolian Peak, and the clouds and mists lingering between the 72 peaks are instantly gorgeous!

Outside Nanyang Palace, on the cliff where the dragon head was fragrant, the mahogany sword that had not moved for hundreds of years suddenly trembled like a dragon chant.

The next moment, the pilgrims and Taoist priests near Nanyang Palace all saw a long rainbow rushing up to the sky.

Rumble!
The low muffled thunder resounded throughout Wudang Mountain.

Above the sky, a sword flew straight up and across the sky.The blue sky for thousands of miles was split open by that mahogany sword.

A majestic Tianmen looms above the Nine Heavens.

"Master!"

In front of the Zhenwu Hall, the Taoist priests headed by Song Yuanqiao knelt down towards the Xiaolian Peak one after another.

……

"Hahaha!!"

On Xiaolian Peak, the old Taoist finally stood up and laughed heartily.

The word love, even him with a cultivation base that reaches the sky, can't avoid it, can't avoid it!

Immediately afterwards, the saber left by Lu Zu fell sharply and landed firmly in front of the old Taoist.

Ever since he was 16 years old, he has never cared about his appearance all his life, and he tidied up carefully before stepping out of Xiaolianfeng.

The Taoist laughed and left, and Lang Lang's voice spread throughout Wudang Mountain:

The years are long and the world is complicated, and the hero who loves flowers and wine sighs.

Time is like leaving the bow and arrow, and the bones and ashes of the whole life are returned.

Beauty and affection are entangled in cause and effect.But he said that he wanted to live forever.

Rootless tree, flowers are clear.Flower wine immortals from ancient times to the present,

Firework house, the sound of wind and rain, hard to break the world of mortals, hard to break the heart,

Three thousand weak water prisoners, three lives,

Open the door and talk to Jun.What is the world of mortals and what is love?

Life is like ants grinding dust.

A hundred years later, Nanke Yimeng.

turn into empty...

The old Taoist who stepped out of Xiaolian Peak and entered the sea of ​​colorful clouds with his sword, seemed to be surrounded by streams of lightness.

Soar!

Everyone in Wudang Mountain, except the Wudang Seven Heroes and Zhao Yu, all thought of this word in their hearts.

But only Zhao Yu and Wudang Seven Heroes know that this old Taoist is not ascending, but begging for death!

"Son..."

Looking at the old Taoist walking into the sea of ​​clouds, and listening to the chanting in his ears, Jiang Yuyan felt a sense of sadness in her heart for some reason.

"Ugh."

Zhao Yu also sighed, then looked at Zhang Laodao who had fled Xiaolian Peak, and said softly, "I dare not count the hexagrams, I am afraid of the impermanence of the heavens, I dare not go deep, I am afraid that it will be a big dream..."

buzzing...

But he never thought that following Zhao Yu's borrowed words, the closed gate of heaven above the nine heavens would slowly open.

(End of this chapter)