Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 613, Pindao heard your wish

At the end of the temple fair, Liang Chao went to the toilet and saw Li Yun, as if Li Yun had been waiting here, holding a paper umbrella, with an ethereal air, but pinching his nose with his left hand, forcibly enduring the pungent smell of the public toilet .

Even in the face of the smell of public toilets, keep smiling, don't panic, and have a wet demeanor
"Thank you Master for your help. Now the relationship between me and my family has eased." Liang Chao thanked him sincerely.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, it's good that you can understand, it's not too late." Li Yun said with a smile: "There is one thing I want to ask for, and only you can do it."

"If you have any request, as long as I can do it, I can go through fire and water." Liang Chao's expression was serious, he was not joking, as long as it was not a crime such as murder and arson, he could do it.

Li Yun shook his head.

"It's not like going through fire or water."

"This sycamore tree has witnessed a lot, it has witnessed time, the relationship between people, and the wishes between people." Old man Fang was telling the story of the sycamore tree to the ignorant children. While waiting for my family to buy things, I was ignorant, and finally expressed that I was not interested in Wutong, and it was more interesting to eat.

Old man Fang was not annoyed, he just watched the child leave.

Under the big tree, I hummed my favorite ditties I used to sing, singing to myself and to the sycamore tree.

The wind passed slightly, and there were fewer and fewer people, until finally, only the old sycamore tree and old man Fang were left, and his old body leaned on the sycamore tree, which became his backrest.

"Goodbye, old man, I guess we will never see each other after this farewell," old man Fang murmured to the big tree.

The people gradually became scarce, and figures in white Taoist robes came from the shadows. Even in the dark night, the shimmering Taoist robes were still as eye-catching as fireflies in the dark night. Li Yun felt that this was called handsome.
"The Divine Tree listens to people's wishes, but no one has ever listened to the wishes of the Divine Tree." Li Yun walked slowly and said.

The old man Fang just smiled, expressing his agreement with Li Yun.

"Yeah, no one has ever heard of her wishes. Maybe she doesn't have any wishes at all. After all, it's just a tree. How can there be something as advanced as a wish."

"Old man, are you sure she has no wish?" Li Yun stared into old man Fang's eyes and said.

Old man Fang looked at Li Yun's serious expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Probably not."

Li Yun didn't speak, but turned and left.

"Cherish it well"

Old man Fang felt that what he said was very strange, as if he was speaking to himself, and it seemed that he was not speaking to himself.

The sky was clear and the air was cold, it seemed that only the big tree in front of me and old man Fang were left in the world.

A flash of white light flashed, and the branches of the big tree emitted a little green fluorescent light. The light and texture entangled the big tree. Only the old man Fang could see the texture, but no one around could see it. Old man Fang.

The memory of the land is condensed on the big tree.
"Am I old and hallucinating, what is this?"

At this time, the green light condensed and formed a light spot at the trunk.

A figure peeled off from the trees, with long white hair fluttering in the wind, a pure white skirt, and a wooden mask on his face, with an ethereal temperament, like an elf.
Looking at the elf girl in front of him, old man Fang's face was dull, and he didn't know what expression to use to face it. A person suddenly came down from the tree, and normal people would startle and shout monsters. Only old man Fang, while shocked, felt An inexplicable kindness, from the heart, from the intimacy of the soul.

Facing the old man Fang, the girl said the first sentence in her life.

The voice is ethereal and long
"thank you"

"The boy is back again."

Even though the appearance is different, Wutong can still tell who is the person who returns to his side again and again, and there is a birthmark on his head, which was accidentally dropped when he climbed onto his body.

Wutong was very distressed, but there was nothing she could do. She had no hands, so she could only watch the boy fall to the ground, helpless.

It would be great if I had my own hands.

Wutong thought, if he could have hands, he would be able to help him up.

Fortunately, the young man is very strong, even stronger than Wutong thought, even if he fell and was covered with scars, he can stand up again and deal with all this with the brightest smile.

Wutong observed the young man, since he was conscious, he has been observing him.

Wutong doesn't know how long he has been through. He only knows that he has watched the changes of the times and the land again and again. The settlement has become a village, the village has become a town, and the town has become what it is now, a bustling place with complicated emotions. .

No matter how long it has passed, the boy with the scar on his head will always come back and clean up the withered leaves for himself.

The dead wood is in spring again, year after year.

Every time the boy faced him with a different appearance, every time, Wutong knew it was him.

But there are exceptions, sometimes the boy just saw her once, then left the town, and when he came back, he looked very old, and finally changed to another look to face her.

Sometimes Wutong thinks, it would be great if he could follow in his footsteps.

It would be great if I had feet.

Sometimes, Wutong would see a boy and another girl coming to him, wearing bright red clothes, and the girl wearing a red hijab, holding hands, praying to heaven and earth, to himself, and praying for future happiness and well-being.

Wutong gave blessings to the boy and the girl from the bottom of his heart.

However, Indus was jealous.

Wutong didn't know that he would have a feeling called heartache, sour and sour, just like the leaves had fallen, and he wanted to cry.

What is crying?
What is suffering?
It would be great if you have the heart.

Every time a boy is welcomed, Wutong knows that he will bid farewell to him, and then in the near future, the boy will come back again.

But this time, Wutong knew that he couldn't wait for the boy to come back, and he was going to die, which was exactly the same as the trees entrenched here before.

Wutong is not sad about this, he is very open about life, as long as he can see the return of the boy in the future, that is enough.

如果
If only I had hands to hug him.
If I have feet to follow him.
If you have a soul.
I don't know when I have my own consciousness, I only know that I am the guardian, guarding this piece of land, observing the changes in this land, until one day, I am no longer needed, I am also here, observing everything,
I am a tree, I am the earth, a tree planted here by a man.

"I hope I hope."

Indus hopes from the heart, even if it is only for a moment, it doesn't matter.
A ray of light sprinkled in the depths of Wutong's consciousness.

"Pindao heard your wish."

(End of this chapter)