not a monster

Chapter 5 Why are you crying?
The mother-in-law finally looked at Sheng Qing admiringly, she became a little fluorescent from the bottom up.

How old was she back then, when she was a little girl, she was playing under the locust tree and fell.

When he fell, he got up. He didn't cry when he got up. He wiped his hands and his torn knees. When he looked up, he saw another person in front of him, wearing a bamboo hat and a Confucian robe.

She stared blankly at the man, pouted slowly, and started to cry for some reason.

That person was Shengqing, and they met for the first time.

It's just that the little girl back then had only a remnant of her soul left, and what about Shengqing?

As it was then.

"Why did you cry when you saw me?" he asked.

The mother-in-law smiled, her mouth opened and closed, but she could no longer hear a sound, until her neck, chin, and her face turned into a little starlight drifting away in the wind.

After all, it is gathering and dispersing with the wind, and no one can help it.

Wang Xilou's big hand took the unreasonable little hand and left, and Sheng Qing followed behind without saying a word.

He wanted to go out and have a look, it was much better to be with the practitioners in the personal world than to catch the blind himself.

Feng Wuli looked back, the three crows were still standing on the old locust tree, and the old woman was no longer there.

"Wang Xilou, is my mother-in-law a ghost?"

He was a little sad. Until today, he actually thought that his mother-in-law was a human being and could see those things just like him.

"Call Master."

"Wang Xilou, is Master a ghost?" He was obviously absent-minded.

Wang Xilou has lived for hundreds of years and will not break his power all at once. He just rubbed his head: "Are you afraid?"

"kind of……"

He was a little ashamed, after all, his mother-in-law was so kind to him, but fear was just fear.

"Ha, they are just talking with you, and they didn't hurt you."

The wind was even more ashamed.

Sheng Qing on the side said:

"Monsters, spirits, ghosts, monsters, demons, gods, and immortals are just names for things that people don't know about themselves. How can people define things that they don't know and don't know completely? Ordinary or extraordinary, all belong to the spirit, all animals, plants, including human beings, are living beings, and monsters are just other living beings, that’s all.”

The two masters and apprentices turned to look at him, Feng scratched his head unreasonably, and looked at Wang Xilou again:
"Wangxilou, do we have to walk out of the mountain? It's still far from the town, but you can take the bus to the town."

"No, Master came on a motorcycle and stopped outside your village."

Wang Xilou took out his pocket, took out a key, and twisted the keychain on his fingers: "Also, I want to call Master."

The two masters ignored him.

Sheng Qing followed with an expressionless face.

Until he saw the motorcycle, he became very interested in this strangely powered iron lump. He suggested that he should drive the car for the two of them, but unfortunately the suggestion was rejected by Wang Xilou.

The expression of regret on the face of this old monster who had lived for an unknown number of years was beyond words.

The three got on the motorcycle of Wangxi Building and went down the mountain.

If there are people on the mountain road, you can see such a scene.

A young woman dressed in a blue shirt and black dress, a female student from the Republic of China, was driving a Honda Ladies motorcycle. Behind the boy sat a seven- or eight-year-old boy hugging her waist. Behind the boy sat an expressionless man in a Confucian robe.

There was a faint scent of laundry detergent on the woman's body, and Feng Wuli thought it smelled inexplicably good, but the mountain road was windy, and even if he put his face on Wang Xilou's back, he could hardly open his eyes.

Feng Wuli, who struggled to open his eyes, saw something glowing on the side of the mountain road. At first, he thought it was an illusion, but after seeing it clearly, he realized that it was not.

"Those are floating dust." Wang Xilou shouted.

There are many light spots along the mountain road, the slap is big, and the mountains are dotted with stars in Feng Wuli's eyes.

"Is it the little guy?"

"In modern terms, you can say that they are elves." Because against the wind, Wang Xilou wanted to make Feng Wuli hear her words clearly, like two people with deaf ears talking.

Indeed, within each spot of light, there seemed to be a little man the size of a slap.

Feng unreasonably opened his mouth wide, and ended up eating a mouthful of wind.

A faint smile rose on Sheng Qing's face, and he said to the elves in the mountains:

"I'm going out, no need to deliver."

He also ate a mouthful of wind.

There seemed to be murmurs from the mountains, Feng Wuli listened carefully, and the voices of the elves sounded like children of several years old, probably saying: "Adult has a good journey."

some type of.

"The body of Fuchen is a speck of dust. They are the original spirits, the weakest monsters, but no one will hurt them." Shengqing is a good teacher, but that's right, after all, he wears the Confucian robe of a teacher.

"Is it because they don't hurt people?"

"It's one reason, and another reason is that the floating dust will also grow. They are the original spirits, so they are also ancient existences. Some of the floating dust that was born at the beginning have grown into mountains and islands, and all living beings owe the first seven Floating dust is a great blessing."

"The original seven floating dust? Where are they now?"

"They are dead."

"died?"

"This has to do with the fact that you are about to enter your human cultivation path."

Wang Xilou shouted again: "It's almost there, is it your apprentice or my apprentice? You love to teach yourself to take one."

Sheng Qing glanced at her, ignored her, and planned to continue.

"You're endless, aren't you?"

"No, what are you drawing?"

"..."

"Hey? You old snake demon!"

In the end, Shengqing used his condition of shutting up in exchange for the power to drive a motorcycle.

He sat upright, Feng Wuli hugged his waist, Wang Xilou put the chin column on Feng Wuli's head, he felt that he had put a block of ice on his head, it turned out that Shengqing was much more stable on a motorcycle than his master.

All the way to the town, Wang Xilou saw Sinopec.

Get the two out of the car.

She's going to fill up the gas tank.

"95 top up thank you."

"How about going out with your husband and children?" Sister Sinopec greeted with a smile.

The look on Wang Xilou's face was wonderful.

The Sinopec eldest sister chatted with her a few more times, muttering that this family is really handsome, looks like a star, and dresses well, which is much more natural than in those TV dramas.

After entering the millennium, everyone's acceptance of various cultures has greatly increased. The costumes of this family of three have changed from modern to the Republic of China to ancient costumes.

All the way out, Sheng Qing was the most surprised, but he was very tolerant and would not make a fuss about everything.

Then he went to the Tonglian business hall above the town. Wang Xilou handled some things for him and asked him to wait inside, saying that someone would hand over to him, so he would leave without reason.

Before leaving, Sheng Qing suddenly stopped Wang Xilou.

"You are in a very wrong state now, do you need help?"

Wang Xilou waved his hand: "It's okay."

The three of them left.

"Did you have a drink, eldest brother?" asked a person in overalls next to him.

She is an ordinary person, but she is in charge of this thing in the business hall. She only knows that Shengqing is 'those people', but she doesn't know that he is an old monster.

If she knew this guy was an old monster, she would probably take a photo with him.

"Thank you." He nodded, took the black tea brewed from inferior tea leaves, and stopped drinking after a sip.

"you're welcome."

Sheng Qing sat alone in the downtown area.

With a long life, he was the most patient to wait. He sat upright, holding the tea cup in both hands, the Confucian robe was not wrinkled as if it had been scalded, watching the pedestrians passing by and the endlessly flowing streets, noisy and dry, but very good.

This era looks good.

He closed his eyes, and the picture in front of him was closed. What appeared was a barren place here a hundred years ago. Everyone was skinny, his eyes were empty, and the colors of the world seemed to be monotonous.

When I opened my eyes again, all the noise seemed to be forced into a line, pouring into my ears.

A passing few-year-old girl suddenly fell in front of him, stood up with her mouth open, patted her clothes, but didn't cry. When she raised her head and looked at him, she couldn't hold back and started crying. stand up.

Standing, sitting, crying and laughing.

"Why are you crying?" he asked with a gentle smile.

(End of this chapter)