The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

When Tianxing Temple collapsed, Li Muchen had already arrived in Qiantang.

That broken sign always made him feel uneasy.

Especially Zhang Daoyuan said Xu Xian White Snake, but later changed his name to Liang Zhu.

Zhang Daoyuan's moral conduct is not high, but his unintentional remarks often coincide with heaven's secrets.

Whether it is Xu Xian White Snake or Butterfly Lovers, the stories all take place in Qiantang.

Li Muchen first arrived at Leifeng Pagoda, which is the legendary place where the White Snake was finally suppressed.

It's a pity that the original pagoda has been demolished long ago. The current Leifeng Pagoda was built later. Apart from its name, it has nothing to do with the old pagoda.

Due to the impact of the typhoon, there were occasional showers today, and there were very few tourists in Qiantang Lake.

Li Muchen floated across the lake, through the wind and rain, and landed on the small island in the middle of the lake.

There are pavilions, pavilions and winding bridges on the island.

On the lake in the south of the island, there are three exquisite stone towers.

Here is the most beautiful scenery of Qiantang Lake - Three Pools Reflecting the Moon.

There is no moon at this time, but the wind is blowing and the waves are blowing, and the rain is turning into smoke, which creates a sad and beautiful mood.

The shore is lined with green trees and luxuriant flowers and grass, but among them there is a flower that blooms particularly brightly.

The petals are pink and yellow, and the stamens are delicate red. In the wind and rain, they look like a beautiful woman looking at the lake and pouring out the water of lovesickness.

Li Muchen glanced at the flower and felt slightly surprised.

At this time, the wind and rain suddenly became strong, and the showers hit the lake quickly, making the sound of rushing water. The rain curtain is like a curtain, seeming to cover the world.

Li Muchen looked at the three stone towers in the heavy rain, feeling a little dazed.

The rain comes at any time, and is as heavy as it is supposed to be. God’s heart is unpredictable, and most of all, it is moody.

I heard that heavy rains in the capital turned the streets into rivers, causing waterlogging. Hou Qigui said that Li's house was fine, and even the newly built house next door didn't get flooded.

But Li Muchen knew that it was because Huang Dashan cast a spell to divert the water away.

But after all, Huang Dashan is not a god. He can divert the water to protect Li's house, but he cannot make the water disappear, let alone stop the heavy rain.

It is not a good deed to divert trouble to others, but to shift the trouble to others.

So he asked Hou Qigui to tell Huang Dashan not to do this again. The laws of heaven will cycle, and you can take whatever you deserve. If necessary, we should try our best to help the people in distress nearby. We would rather have Li's house flooded than take it lightly.

It will rain a lot this year, which seems to be an unlucky sign. The senior brother said that there are turbulent storms outside the region, many secret realms are opening, and the secrets of heaven are mysterious and unpredictable. It is still unknown whether it will be the beginning of great chaos or the end of great peace.

Li Muchen was lost in thought when he suddenly heard someone behind him say:

"Amitabha, enjoying the lake in the rain, Mr. Li is so happy!"

Li Muchen turned around and saw Monk Zhiren standing on the path among the flowers, clasping his hands and smiling at him.

"The great monk doesn't practice in the temple and comes here in the rain. Isn't he more elegant than me?" Li Muchen said with a smile.

Zhi Ren did not comment and asked: "I see Mr. Li has a sad face. I wonder what worries him?"

Li Muchen looked at the Leifeng Pagoda in the hazy mist and rain across the lake, and asked: "Master, is there really a white snake under the Leifeng Pagoda?"

Zhiren was stunned: "Why do you ask Mr. Li like this?"

"Just curious."

"Yes and no."

"How do you say that?" Li Muchen asked curiously.

"I became a monk when I was a child. At that time, Leifeng Pagoda was still there, but it was in a dilapidated state. Later, Leifeng Pagoda collapsed and there was white air rising into the sky. I can still see it in Tianzhu. I asked Master if it was the legendary white snake. Master Say, yes and no.”

When he encountered a Zen monk playing tricks, Li Muchen had a headache and asked, "What does it mean to be yes or no?"

Zhi Ren smiled and said, "I asked the same question at the time. But Master asked me, did you know the White Snake because of the Leifeng Pagoda, or did you know the Leifeng Pagoda because of the Legend of the White Snake?"

Li Muchen was stunned and quickly understood Master Zhiren's intention.

It doesn’t matter whether the world knows about Leifeng Pagoda or the Legend of White Snake first, and I’m afraid there is no clear answer. But one thing is that the two are closely linked.

Leifeng Pagoda is famous for the Legend of White Snake, and White Snake exists because of Leifeng Pagoda. Now that the tower has fallen, the White Snake naturally ceases to exist.

As for whether it ever existed? That one is only in people's imagination, just like the tower. The real tower has fallen down long ago. What stands now is just an illusion and a tourist landmark.

No one cares what it once was.

Thinking about it this way, Li Muchen seemed to have figured out the lottery he was asking for for Ma Shan and Chanali.

He was not worried about Mashan, but he was a little worried about Ding Xiang.

The secret was so hazy that I didn't peek at it at the time. Now that I want to look at it, I can't see it clearly at all.

Of course, if you look at it at that time, you may not be able to see anything, and you may be wrong. God sometimes plays tricks on people on purpose. The higher your cultivation level, the more he plays tricks on you and makes you more wrong.

"Thank you for clarifying my doubts." Li Muchen bowed his hands and said, "I'll take my leave now. It's cold and rainy, so the monk should be careful of catching a cold."

"Thank you for your concern, young master. If you have time someday, please come to Tianzhu to drink a cup of bitter tea and listen to the young monk tell a story." Zhi Ren said.

Li Muchen nodded: "Okay, I will definitely bother you."

Then he stepped into the wind and rain and disappeared on the lake.

Zhiren looked at the place where Li Muchen disappeared, sighed, then walked to the particularly beautiful flower by the lake, stretched out his hand, and found an oil paper umbrella in his hand, which was opened above the flower.

The paper umbrella blocked the wind and rain for the flowers and opened up a sunny sky, but the monk himself stood outside the umbrella, letting the wind and rain soak him.

"This Mr. Li, I remember that when I first met him, he had not yet entered the innate world, but now he is able to escape into the void. His cultivation progress can't be faster than this, right?"

Zhiren seemed to be talking to himself or to someone, his tone was as gentle as an oil lamp on an autumn night, for fear of being extinguished by the wind and rain.

"Look at Mr. Li, he is affectionate and righteous, and he is not an ordinary Taoist maniac. The Buddhist empty phase may not be as easy to save you as the immortal family. If I ask him, he will agree, right?"

"I will never become a Buddha in this life. If I can help you become an immortal, it will not be in vain for me to spend three lives and face the wall for hundreds of years. Even if this body turns to ashes, I will have no regrets."

"Back then, King Qian shot the tide and lured the evil dragon to Qiantang Lake, locked it at the bottom of the lake, and suppressed it with three towers. But he didn't want his third eye to go eastward, and gathered a river of spiritual energy here, creating the city of Hangzhou today."

"I have thought about it. I will never let you wither again this time. No matter the typhoon or the heavy rain, I will protect you until you are an adult. If the sky is jealous of you again, I will release this evil dragon and disturb it. The whole world is restless..."

There was a faint dragon roar coming from among the three stone towers.

Chiren continued to chatter as if he hadn't heard anything.

A monk, an umbrella, a flower, and a curtain of wind and rain are like a picture scroll on Qiantang Lake where the moon is reflected in the three pools.

There were no pedestrians on the shore of the lake in the distance. In an unknown store, a recently popular song was playing:

"You live in the east of Qiantang, and I live in the north of Lin'an. When you left, your clothes were brown and red, and my little slave's waist was yellow..."