It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

At its root, this is still a kind of [playing] or interference based on one's own extraordinary factors.

"We need to pay more attention to this aspect in the future." Qin Yuelou thought to himself.

Over there, Yuchihui and Princess Yunluo hesitated to speak, as if they didn't know what words to use to speak, Yuchihui was fine, but Princess Yunluo was capable of meeting Qin Yuelou for the first time.

So Yu Chihui patted the shoulder of Princess Yunluo masculinity: "Mr. Qin is a strange person, most of whom are in the immortal way, and it is very reasonable to have such a way of immortality."

Princess Yunluo nodded: "You are right."

But Princess Yunluo also planned to wait for this matter, and asked Qin Yuelou if he had any plans to enter the palace. After all, for a talent like Qin Yuelou, Brother Huang must also need his assistance.

Yu Chijing over there was quick to accept and react quickly, so he asked about Qin Yuelou.

"However, I heard from my little girl, sir, you have already figured out why this peach tree cannot be cut down, so may I ask why the old Taoist begged us not to cut down this peach tree?"

Yuchijing's words were full of respect, but he also asked Qin Yuelou very curiously, because he really didn't know.

"It's very simple, because..." Qin Yuelou said.

In the words, the time also went back to the time when Qin Yuelou was investigating the peach tree.

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The peach tree screened the sky and cast mottled light and shadows. Although the old Taoist priest standing in the mottled light and shadow has not yet revealed his true colors, Qin Yuelou has fully witnessed the dream belonging to this peach tree in his half-dream and half-awake state. some.

And this half-dream and half-awake is just a short few tens of breaths, and the dream of 18 years of time is also condensed in this short few tens of breaths.

He also figured out the real prototype of the old Taoist priest.

"Old man, I can see your roots. I will convey your request to you. In the past ten years, you have saved the luck of the Yuchi family."

Qin Yuelou smiled lightly and said to the old Taoist priest, after seeing what the old Taoist priest did, Qin Yuelou also respected him.

After hearing Qin Yuelou's words, the old Taoist couldn't help crying.

"Thank you very much." The old Taoist bowed.

"It's okay." Qin Yuelou waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, but it seems that your time is approaching, right?"

The old Taoist didn't sigh when he heard the words "the end is approaching", but he said with emotion and ease: "When I was young, I felt that the way of heaven is unfair, why is the life of us and the like short and shallow? It can't compare to humans, let alone pigs, cows, sheep, dogs and other creatures. Even if the gains are not as long as humans, there will always be a few years to enjoy.

So I, who had just realized the spell, connected my own fate with this peach tree. This peach tree is a mortal, so naturally I couldn't increase my fate after a little enlightenment, but how could I have imagined it at that time? so much?

Although it has been up to now, I am also reluctant to change other tree connection numbers,

Now that I am about to die, I also have a different feeling. Compared with people and beasts, birds and fish, the life of a tree is much longer, just like the ancient big toon, 3 years old is [-] springs The year is autumn, and a ring of annual rings is [-] years old. Compared with that big toon, we can't even compare with mayflies.

But compared with us, mayflies live and die at night, isn't it more short-lived?

Thinking about it this way, I realized some truth. "

The old Taoist said.

"So, what kind of reasoning is it?" Qin Yuelou also listened interested.

"Although life is long and short, no matter how short it is, as long as you work hard to find the goal you are pursuing, it will be enough." The old Taoist said.

"The length of life doesn't limit the width of life, does it? It's true." Qin Yuelou nodded.

There is no high or low in Taoism, and there is no difference between high and low in the perception of truth.

As the saying goes, the truth can be said clearly and logically, but there are very few people who can really experience it personally.

"Now that the end is approaching, I can't get involved with this peach tree." The old Taoist said with a smile, "So I canceled the spell that was connected to it early, if I didn't save it in a dream After such a long time, I don't think I can only live in the real world for 18 years."

"What's the difference between living in a dream and living in the real world? It's true and false, and dreams are also illusions. After all, they are all experienced by themselves. Isn't life like this?

It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, life is like a big empty dream.Only the way of heaven is eternal, reciprocating and never changing. "Qin Yuelou said.

"That's right, it's just that I'm leaving now, but there are some children who can't let go. I can also cast spells on that lord Yuchijing, but after all, it was that lord who planted this peach tree, and I was able to share with him." Life is connected, if I cast a spell on that lord, no matter whether I cut it or not, it will violate the original heart of that lord, and it will also violate my Dao heart."

"As a seeker, you have not done anything evil, so I will help you protect this peach tree." Qin Yuelou said.

"Then thank you little friend." The old Taoist thanked Qin Yuelou and disappeared again.

That old Taoist priest was not his true self, not even his body, it was just a dream body, a dream of a "noumenon" that blurred the reality and the dream. clear.

"Is it Zhuang Sheng dreaming of the butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Sheng?" Qin Yuelou, who had seen through the essence of the old Taoist priest, asked himself again. He didn't dig into the horns, but just smiled at himself, and answered an answer that was not an answer.

"It doesn't have to be so clear."

Then, Qin Yuelou left.

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Following Qin Yuelou's narration, the time has returned to the present. He talked for a long time, but he still didn't get to the point.

But he was not urged, Qin Yuelou just continued to talk on his own.

"18 years ago, Mr. Yuchi, you planted this peach tree, and your wife also had a funeral on the day you planted the peach tree, and at that time, some people recited the Taoist scriptures for salvation,

At that time, the old Taoist master listened to this scripture and then gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and then got a volume of Taoist scriptures in his dream to teach the law. After a while, maybe he could see the real body of the old Taoist priest. "

Qin Yuelou said.

Then, there was a burst of cicadas chirping on the peach tree, but it didn't make people feel so noisy and boring, but full of satisfaction.

"...Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and the young year is not as good as the big one. Xi Yi knows why? The bacteria don't know the dark age, and the crickets don't know the spring and autumn. This is also a young year. There are spirits in the south of Chu, and they regard five hundred years as spring , [-] years old is autumn; in ancient times there was a big toon, [-] years old was spring, and [-] years old was autumn..." Qin Yuelou also recited the scriptures in "Dameng Xiaoyaoyou" at the right time.

The cicadas continued to sing continuously, as if they were also chanting scriptures, and finally gradually subsided until it was completely over.

A cicada fell from the tree, Qin Yuelou stretched out his hand, and firmly caught the cicada's corpse.

The body of the cicada is mainly blue-red, covered with yellow-green spots, but it is missing a gastropod on the left half, and the thin and transparent cicada wings are also full of gaps and holes.

"Fellow Taoist, let's go." Qin Yuelou said solemnly, and continued to recite the scriptures. He found a place under the peach tree, dug a small pit, and then put the cicada corpse into the pit, and then Fill it with soil.

"Sir, this cicada is..."

"It's a cold cicada, but it has lived through eighteen years of cold winter and autumn, but it has spent a longer and meaningful life of seeking Tao in the dream of cicadas." Qin Yuelou said,

"The children you saw, boys chanting sutras, girls were silent, it was because only male cicadas can sing and female cicadas can't sing. You briefly entered the dream of the old Taoist priest under the tree, where you went Your cave is the underground of the peach tree, and the sky you see are these holes." Qin Yuelou pointed to the hole under the peach tree and said,

"The young cicadas have broad and powerful front legs and can dig holes from the ground. Although there have been a large number of young cicadas in the past 18 years that have absorbed tree sap through a few roots, but the head of the cicada feeds the peach tree with himself, otherwise it would be difficult to feed these Young cicadas can't make this peach tree thrive, not to mention that the cicadas will protect your family because of your kindness in planting trees.

After Taoist Chan's death, he also transferred his cultivation base to this peach tree. Before long, this tree will also be able to open up its spiritual wisdom, which can be regarded as another continuation of Taoist Chan's life.

Originally, life is like the moon in the autumn water, and death is like the chilling cicadas sloughing off the forest. "

The full moon in the autumn water only lasts for one night, because the moon shadow in the sky reflected in the water will dissipate until the next day,

But Han Chan transferred the proof of its own existence to the peach tree, which is equivalent to shedding its old shell and turning into a peach tree.

The moon in the autumn water, the cold cicadas and the forest are all short-lived, but they can become sustainable.

"So, this tree is not only the bearer of your longing for your dead wife, but also the continuation of the existence of the Daoist Cicada who protected your family for 18 years. It also replaces your wife's witness to the growth of your daughter, and it is even more..."

It was the place where the woman was silently waiting.

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18 years ago.

Yu Chijing hugged the infant Yuchi Hui, and looked at the face of his dead wife until the coffin lid was closed. That familiar face could never be forgotten, and there were proofs of their encounter, meeting and love in every place.

The way of superseding comes from Langlang,

On the peach tree sapling, a cicada egg heard the sound of Taoism, and when it fell to the soil, it changed slightly.

Then it broke out of the egg, dormant in the soil, thinking about the meaning of its own existence.

Following a big dream, Cicada got the scripture passed on in the fairy dream, and then fell into one big dream after another.

It's just that as he grew older, he also shed his old shell and climbed up the tree.

Afterwards, Han Chan witnessed generations of fellow cicadas, generations of young cicadas, although they tried their best to let the same race follow him on the road of seeking Tao, and then brought them into the dream to teach Taoism,

But he couldn't get what he wanted.

Although these young cicadas can all listen to Taoism, there are also male young cicadas who read Taoism,

But after all, not all cicadas are like him.

In fact, at the beginning, he didn't understand why there were so many cicadas listening to the Daoist scriptures with him, but now he was the only one left.

But then he realized that not all cicadas are like him, he sticks to his Dao heart alone, has no fellows, and is even tricked by a praying mantis in the dark,

In order to avoid the brutal massacre of the people he protected, he couldn't leave at will.

Fortunately, the road to seeking Tao is not alone.

Even if it's late, it's not too late.

18 years later, that fellow appeared.

"My way is not alone." Han Chan uttered her final cry in satisfaction.

He donated his bequest to the peach tree where he lived, passed on his perception and understanding of Tao to his fellow clansmen when he was young, and gave the Tao scriptures to fellow Taoists.

Finally, face death calmly.

Before dying, it seemed to have dreamed of something.

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Qin Yuelou seemed to have noticed something, and saw the golden cicadas dug up the soil layer, climbed up the tree trunk along the soil hole, and then came out of their shells, but they were jade with the same texture as white jade. cicada.

The jade cicadas chirped in unison, as if there were hundreds of them, closing their eyes as if they were in a forest.

Although cicadas still sing,

But if you listen carefully, you can hear passages of scriptures.

"...Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and the young year is not as good as the big one. Xi Yi knows why? The court bacteria don't know the dark age, and the crickets don't know the spring and autumn. This is also a young year. There are spirits in the south of Chu, who regard five hundred years as spring , [-] years old is autumn; in ancient times there were big toon, [-] years old was spring, and [-] years old was autumn..."

The dreams of cicadas gathered in Qin Yuelou's hands,

From the dreams of these jade cicadas,

It is a light pink liquid, exuding the fragrance of peach juice,

This is the most profound delicacy in their memory.

Then the peach tree was in full bloom, giving birth to a tree of peach blossoms, which bloomed instantly.

These young cicadas also inherited the will of the old Taoist priest,

It is connected with the same fate as the peach tree, and it complements each other.

Originally born like autumn water and full moon,

death is like,

Chilling cicadas molting forest.

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Another time passed.

Standing at the east gate of Shengjing City is the Dajing Palace Hall, which covers an area of ​​420 hectares in total.

On this day, today's son Guo Houcong was strolling in the garden with his imperial concubine, this noble concubine had a big heart and a fat body, and was kindly gnawing on the chicken leg.

Since ancient times, whether the emperor is passionate or fickle, which one is not a group of concubines?Not so with Guo Houcong.

It has been 13 years since he married the slender and beautiful Concubine Jia at the age of 15. In the past 15 years, Concubine Jia has become more and more mellow.

In the past 15 years, Guo Houcong has never accepted a new concubine, and Concubine Jia has not given birth to a son and a half. Although the hair of some old officials who are worried is gray,

But it can only be said that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

"Oh." Guo Houcong sighed.

Concubine Jia brought the chicken leg to Guo Houcong's mouth, her face full of concern: "Why are you frowning? I'll make you a big chicken leg, don't be frowning."

Guo Houcong said helplessly: "Jing Yesi sent another brochure saying that he wanted to apply for research funding, but the people from the household department said that there was a drought and flood disaster in the south. They want money, and the foreigners in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang seem to be ready to move, and military expenses have to be allocated, so there are too many places that need money."

Concubine Jia stretched out her hand and scratched her head, she didn't pay attention to her manners at all: "Well, Dad used to say that the money that should be spent should be spent wisely."

Guo Houcong caressed Concubine Jia's face affectionately: "You are not in charge of the family and don't know the price of daily necessities, concubine, alas, at this time, if only I could have a bowl of hot spicy soup."

Guo Houcong's love with Concubine Jia started from the folk. Compared with other emperors, at least he can choose his own love. After all, Guo Houcong came from the folk.

His father is also a hard worker, so he can relax a bit when he sneaks out to play, which is called a micro-service private visit, but in fact it is just sneaking out to play, and this game has become popular among the people.

But as for his father, he gave birth to more daughters. Although some sons were born, most of them died young. The people of Jing Yesi also found out the evil spirits hidden in the palace, and beheaded them. After a while, he found that his father could only give birth to a daughter in his next life.

As for his father, he communicated with the experts in Jing Yesi to see if he could change the gender of the child.