Quick travel god stick demeanor

The evening glow rises, and the dusk is thick.

Smoke rises from the kitchen of Zizai view, blending into the twilight.

Several children with similar appearances jumped and ran to the kitchen. They either showed cat ears, or tails, or claws.

"Uncle He, Uncle He!!"

"The Master asked you to cook."

"Give it to human children!"

"Replenish your body, mend your body!!"

Uncle He, who had long cheeks and was wearing a feather cloak, responded with a smile, and even stroked the litter of kittens that couldn't transform themselves well, making purring noises from their throats.

Under the service of the professional cat stroking expert Ye, the kittens turned into prototypes in a short while, turning over to reveal their soft and warm bellies.

"Meow--"

Half an hour later, Chi Lian's Taoism was advanced and she had already bigu, so she asked a Taoist boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old to take Xie Ange to dinner.

"Guardian."

After Xie Ange left, a short old man with a cane walked in slowly.

"Mong Gong."

This old man has served the masters of Zizai Temple in the past generations well, he is well versed in human affairs and worldly, and is also highly respected, so he is respected by Chi Lian.

With sunken eye sockets and heavy dark circles, Mr. Meng put his hand to his mouth and coughed: "Does the priest want to take that boy as his disciple?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I need to study carefully for a while." Chi Lian said with a blank expression.

Meng Gong laughed. He looked at Chi Lian from childhood to adulthood, from a weak little girl to a temple master with profound Taoism. To tell the truth, apart from the previous generation of temple masters, no one in this world knows Chi Lian better than him. lotus.

"Since this is the case, why do you bring him back and introduce the concept of freedom one by one?"

Chilian was silent.

Longevity is very good, she is so sensible at such a young age, she didn't help much at the funeral, she just watched from the side.

No matter how unsophisticated she is, watching him hire people to handle all kinds of affairs in an orderly and confident manner, making his parents feel safe, and listening to the praise, admiration, and pity of ordinary people for him, she can understand how powerful this child is.

However, there is one thing that makes Chilian quite uneasy.

That is, longevity is too calm.

In other words, cold, ruthless.

Seeing the tragic death of his parents, there was no trace of fear, nor did he shed a single tear.

Even if Chi Lian was raised by nature and was born without parents, he also understands that a child will cry and be sad when his parents die.

But longevity is no, he has not changed except for a little thinner.

Just by looking at the flesh on his face and the clothes on his body, we can know how much his parents love him.

Such a person, no matter how outstanding his aptitude is, no matter how tempted she is, the thought of accepting him as an apprentice makes Chi Lian's heart tremble.

Moreover, Zizai Guan is a loyal defender of the royal family of the Jin Dynasty, and has a high prestige among the people of the world. It has long been inseparable from the entanglement with the fate of the country, and every move affects the world. It really cannot be handed over to a cold-hearted person.

In particular, Da Jin will soon usher in a catastrophe.

Chi Lian described all this in a straight-forward manner.

After Meng Gong heard this, his eyes sank into a smile, and he said sharply: "If he is really as ruthless as the temple master said, the temple master will not bring him back."

I just can't bear to bury good talents and beautiful jade, Chi Lian thought a little unconvinced.

Just sitting cross-legged on the futon and meditating, Chilian's figure is still graceful, like a slim lotus.

"The old man secretly thinks that this child is very affectionate and righteous, and the Taoism is natural, so he naturally chooses the three flavors, and he should enter my Taoism." Menggong smiled until his wrinkles piled up, his eyes were shining.

His greatest wish is to watch Zizai Guan pass down from generation to generation. When such a good seed comes before his eyes, it is just like the deliciously fried little yellow croaker put in front of the greedy cat's mouth.

"Please enlighten me, Mr. Meng." Chilian said respectfully.

This is an era where the best come first.

"What's the harm in asking the child directly for the unknown?" Menggong said slyly.

After he betrayed the key, he fled quickly with a footwork that seemed to be slow but actually as fast as a shadow.

When he got to the land where there was no one, Meng Gong let go of his airs as a reliable senior, and laughed wildly arrogantly.

Good boy, come to the bowl of Zizaiguan!

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All of this has nothing to do with Xie Ange for the time being.

Xie Ange was looking at the food in front of him and worried.

The dishes are very rich: grilled abalone in the original shell, bird's nest in clear soup, corn with pine nuts, sweet and sour fish, double crispy fried in oil, pan-seared elbow, and white-faced steamed buns as big as an adult man's fist.

The smell is very fragrant, the sauce is rich, the style is strong, big fish and big meat, typical northern dishes.

But Xie Ange was keeping his filial piety, not to mention meat and meat, these dishes were really not good for a southerner with a bland taste.

Even though he didn't wear hemp and filial piety—modern people don't pay much attention to this, Xie Ange planned to keep his filial piety for three years after that day.

He took off his fine clothes, put on plain dark clothes, and took off his accessories. He didn't eat meat or feast, just like he did for his grandfather.

Xie Ange drank some soup to warm his stomach before he started to eat. He used some steamed buns and corn with pine nuts, and left the rest alone.

Seeing that Xie Ange had stopped his chopsticks, the Taoist led him to rest.

"What's your name?" Xie Ange asked.

"My name is Lu Qitong." Daotong walked in front with an octagonal palace lantern painted with landscape paintings, and replied quite calmly.

"Lu Qitong? The phoenix inhabits the phoenix tree, what a good name." Xie Ange praised.

"No, no." Lu Qitong's ears turned red, and he retorted in a low voice: "It's the deer of the sika deer, the seven of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, the boy of the boy."

"Sorry, I misheard."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Qitong saw that Xie Ange was shorter than him, but his demeanor and majesty were very extraordinary, and he looked very kind, so he couldn't help asking: "Your lord eats so little, is it because he has a bad appetite?" ?”

It looked like there were a lot of dishes on that table, not enough for Lu Qitong's meal, but Uncle He was considerate of Xie Ange's small cooking, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

"No, I'm keeping my filial piety and don't eat meat."

"Oh—so that's the case." Lu Qitong nodded, and suddenly realized the long-drawn-out tone, "Then, what is filial piety?"

Xie Ange paused, looking at Lu Qitong's Bambi-like eyes who turned his head, innocent and clear, shining brightly in the dimly lit place.

He organized the language in his mind, and said with difficulty in as simple and easy-to-understand words as possible: "Keeping filial piety means that when a close elder in a person's family dies, he will not eat meat, drink alcohol, or go out to play, to show sad."

"Oh, human beings are trouble." Lu Qitong murmured in a low voice. He learned from Meng Gong that although human life is short, it is a very boring and troublesome race. on meaningless things.

For example, when a person is wronged and goes to sue an official, the first thing to do is not to explain clearly what happened, but to hand over the pleadings, then hand over money or be beaten, and finally tell what happened.

Lu Qitong thought to himself, the same is true of keeping filial piety, eating meat is not sad, but not eating meat is sad, how strange.

Poor man, how painful it is not to be able to eat meat!

Lu Qitong gave Xie Ange a loving look.

Xie Ange, whose voice was too low to hear anything: ...? ? ?

Walking through the long corridor and through the arched door, there is a tall peach tree, the branches are covered with peaches, which is heavy.

Unfortunately, it was getting late, and Xie Ange could only see a faint outline by the light.

There are springs everywhere in Yuquan Mountain, many of which are natural springs.In the jade peach yard prepared by Chilian for Xie Ange, there are also two springs, one yin and one yang, one cold and one warm, the spring water is light and sweet, crystal clear.

The ancestors of Zizai Temple simply dug a pond and built a house on this soup spring.

Lu Qitong prepared bath beans, soap, bath towels, clothes, etc., and led Xie Ange to soak in the hot spring to relieve his fatigue. Seeing that Mr. Xiao Lang didn't need him to serve him, he withdrew.

Xie Ange soaked in the hot spring comfortably before returning to the room calmly.

At this time, Chi Lian was already waiting for him in the room.

Xie Ange was taken aback, and quickly realized: "I have seen my benefactor, but I don't know if my benefactor came so late, is there anything important?"

Chi Lian, who had her back to him and was looking at the moon by the window, turned around slowly, seeing him tilting her head and looking at her, with a healthy blush on her thin cheeks from soaking in the hot spring, she looked extremely childish and cute, she couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. soft.

Maybe I was too harsh, after all, I was still a child.

Chi Lian walked slowly, under the moonlight shining into the house, it seemed as if the Nine Heavens Xuannv had stepped on the moon.

Xuannv put her hand on Xie Ange's head, and the invisible power flowed precisely, no more, no less.After a short breath, Xie Ange's hair dried up and became soft and smooth again.

It was fluffy, and Chi Lian touched it with her hand, and it felt very good. No wonder Uncle He pets the cat all day long.

"I have a few words for you."

"Please tell me, benefactor." Xie Ange said very calmly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"What's your name?"

In a certain play, the heroine says to her lover: "If this flower we call a rose has a different name, its fragrance will still be the same."

But for Chinese people, name is very important. It is not only a code name for others to call you, but also the earnest expectation or blessing that parents will raise every time they call you.

In all kinds of legends, in the Hall of Yama, the name on the book of life and death is related to the fate of a person's life. Many people with extraordinary abilities can see a person's past, present and future through their names.Skilled warlocks can even cast spells to harm or help others through their real names.

Xie Ange's smile stopped, thought for a while, and said: "My surname is Chen, my first name is An Ge, and my nickname is Changshou."

After using the name for more than 20 years, Xie Ange was reluctant to give up after all.

"Songs of Chu Nine Songs Donghuang Taiyi" said: "Raise the drums and blow the drums, and relax the festivals and sing Ange."

Grandpa said: "I hope my grandson can sing peacefully no matter when and where."

Under what circumstances should a person be able to sing peacefully?

Naturally, it is under the condition of no worries about food and clothing, safe environment and happy life.

"How old are you?"

"This year is six years old."

"Do mother love you?"

"pain."

"Why aren't you sad when they die?"

Xie Ange glanced at Chi Lian in surprise, and understood in his heart why this happened today, so he said calmly: "Reincarnation of life and death, four seasons withering and flourishing are all natural. Of course I am sad when my parents die. But Just like the leaves fall and grow again, and the moon grows thinner and rounder, they will come to this world again in the end, just let nature take its course."

"What's more, it is filial piety to be sad but not hurt. If my body is damaged due to excessive grief, if my father and mother are alive in the sky, they will know how sad they will be."

"So, I'm sad, but not overly sad."

Chi Lian's eyes were complicated, and she finally understood why Meng Gong said that.

What Taoism emphasizes is that Tao follows nature and is quiet and inaction.However, this is easier said than done.There are many people who know this truth, but few can practice it.

An Ge is only old enough to understand these truths?What's even more rare is that he knew these things naturally, and no one taught him.

Meng Gong was right, he was a born Taoist.

Chi Lian inhaled and exhaled, sinking into her dantian, said seriously: "My name is Chi Lian, and I am a disciple of Zizai Temple No. 20, the seventh generation. An Ge, would you like me to be your teacher?"

"Disciple is willing." Xie Ange knelt down slowly, performed the disciple's salute, and said solemnly, "Kowtow to Master."

Follow you, repay you, and see that magnificent and strange world at the same time.