Fast travel: the 101st be

Hearing the person opposite said 'yes', the old man just smiled, "Come in."

There is a hole in the wonton stall, the outside is a stall, and the inside is a residential area. It is actually a small courtyard against the mountain.

They entertained him with the hospitality of ordinary people.

Ling Ye sat on the stone bench and took the tea from the old man.

"Auntie doesn't have many friends, and maybe you only have two."

Ling Ye remained calm, "Who is the other fellow Taoist?"

The old man continued to say while bringing him pastries, "That happened 100 years ago. My life is not so long. My ancestors told me."

Seeing him, the old man didn't seem to understand much, "You also know that he is a broken Buddha who meets once in a thousand years. Just like a child, someone needs someone to raise him up."

"Yes."

"Our Shen family, the only serious thing for our ancestors for generations is to be the servant of the Po Buddha Lord."

Ling Ye looked at the figure of the old man busy before and after, and thought about what the old man said, "How long will it take for him to grow up?"

The old man smiled, "It's been three years to what it is today."

Three years.

That,

"If you die..." Ling Ye said halfway but felt a little disrespectful.

"It's okay, what you want to say, my lord, is that people in the demon world live a little longer than ordinary people, but at most it's only 120 years. I know what you want to say. After we pass away, our children will take our place and continue to accompany us. Break Buddha Lord."

That is, to be able to welcome the birth of every Shen family member, and finally send the dead bones of every Shen family member to the ground.

The old man noticed the silence of the young man and knew what was going on in his heart, "You may not believe me if you tell me, but I vaguely remember the snowflake candy that Auntie stuffed into my hand when I was still a crying child."

"I almost forgot, I just talked about another friend of Auntie's."

Ling Ye raised his eyes to listen to him.

Although the old man made a start, he still went far away to tell the story.

"It's all passed down from generation to generation. Hundreds of years ago, Aunt was not as lively as he is now. He looks good but never smiles, and he hardly talks to others. He is like an ice cube that doesn't understand people. He has his own. But he doesn’t like to live in a magnificent palace. He likes to come to our thatched cottage. When he comes, he doesn’t say a word. The ancestors will silently prepare hot water, a bed, and food for him. He stays for one night. I went back the next day, the ancestors were also afraid of him at that time, they didn't dare to ask more questions, they didn't dare to say more, so they don't know where he went or what he did."

"This kind of life lasted for hundreds of years. Later, it was said that there was a person beside him, that is, what we just said, another friend of his. In those decades, Auntie didn't come here very often."

"That meeting happened to be my father serving him. Although my father was afraid of him, Junshang, who couldn't laugh, gave him candy when he was a child. After all, my father felt sorry for the child. He went to see him secretly. The man is with you."

"I don't know what game the two of you are playing. Junshang is sitting in the arms of the man with a brush in his hand, and the man's face is covered in ink. It was the first time my father saw Junshang smiling. The man pampered him and hugged him tenderly. In my arms, my father knows that he doesn't have to worry about it, and he is very relieved."

Ling Ye suppressed the discomfort in his heart, "What happened next?"

"Later, later, we had some conflicts with you Zhengzheng. Auntie's friend died in that scuffle."

"Auntie came to us often after she lost her friends, but it's not the same as before. She gradually gained popularity, she can laugh, she can also call my father 'Uncle Shen', and occasionally tease children, that's right. , that child is me."

The old man smiled and said, "I was young back then, so I didn't know what Po Buddha Lord is. My father told me that my brother's name was Cheng Yu, so when I was picked up by him, I called him Ah Yu."

"He was stunned for a long time. My father thought that I had offended Lord Buddha and was about to whip me with a broom, but he smiled and said, 'It's okay, call me Auntie, and I will call you Auntie from now on.'"

After the old man finished speaking, he went into the back room, and when he came out, he already had a pastry in his hand.

He sat down on the stone bench next to Ling Ye, "You may also be curious about how I dare to say so much to a stranger like you, and you may be curious about how I believed you when you said you were Ah Yu's friend."

When Ling Ye came in, he really had this doubt.

"Because if it's not someone who really cares, Auntie won't mention our existence to others." The old man smiled.

Ling Ye sat at Uncle Shen's house for a while, and felt that he had been bothering him for a long time, so he got up and left.

The Pofo Lord, who had seen the dragon but could not see the end, suddenly appeared again, leaning against the half-decayed wooden pillar with his arms folded.

Before he opened his mouth to speak, the boy rushed towards him, "Brother Ah Mo!"

Cheng Yuan had no choice but to look back at Ling Ye, and squatted down to catch the child who was running over.

The old man smiled kindly, "That's my grandson, when I die, and when his father goes, he will be with Auntie."

Cheng Yuan came over with the child in his arms, and the child already had a handful of snowflake candies in his hand.

A strange question suddenly popped into Lingye's mind, do the Shen family like eating snowflake candies so much?

Uncle Shen called Auntie when he was talking to Ling Ye, but he called Junshang in front of Cheng Yan, and he bowed respectfully as if he were a master and servant.

Cheng Yuan just nodded slightly.

"The Demon Banquet went well."

"More people came than last time."

"Your Majesty is here, the bed has been replaced with a new one, I don't know how soon you are here?"

Cheng Yuan thought for a while, "Leave it for now, maybe it won't be needed in the near future."

Old Uncle Shen said yes, and seeing that Cheng Yuan's attention was mostly on Ling Ye, he called out, "Douzi, come down, Brother Ai has something to do."

"Mr. Qingyang is so cool about making a date."

"..." Who will disappear first.

"It's amazing, you actually came to the devil's lair on your own." Cheng Yuan laughed at himself.

"Where did you go this morning?"

"The orthodox monk who couldn't control his belt after dealing with a small matter died in my palace with too much force. The trouble is serious."

Ling Ye seemed to have a mouthful of feces stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

"Have you been shopping?" Cheng Yuan asked him instead.

Yes, I've been around.

"No, I came to the market first and stayed here all the time."

Cheng Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go then, Lord Qingyang, the big devil himself will be your guide to show you the magnificent scenery of Sanggu."

After shopping in Sanggu, after saying goodbye, until returning to Biluo, Lingye never saw Chengjie again, and even after the banquet, it was the manager who said goodbye to all the families of immortals.

Lingye Hui Biluo still devotes himself to practicing the exercises, and the Venerable Guixu comes to care about his disciples from time to time.

Seeing that Ling Ye was back on track, he nodded approvingly.

"I know you are the most reassuring."

"It's the master's guidance."

Venerable Guixu has practiced Taoism for so many years, although Bi Luomen has many apprentices, but he really likes only one Ling Ye.

"I still remember when I picked you up in the snow and asked who you were, where your home was, and where you were going. You only told me an old man with a yellow beard."

Ling Ye lowered his eyes and listened, and his eyes moved when he heard the old man Huang Xu.

"You said that the old man with yellow beard asked you to come to Biluo, but I don't know the rest. At that time, you were thin and bony, and your bones were not good. At first glance, you are the most suitable pure person for cultivation."

Venerable Guixu paused for a moment and then said, "The anniversary of the death of old man Huang beard is approaching, and the ninth level of cultivation technique has been broken. If you have time, go back and have a look. After all, old man Huang beard has the kindness of saving your life, nurturing you, and preaching the word. If it weren't for him , you may have died in your infancy long ago."

"The disciple knows."

He knew that the old man couldn't be a father, let alone a mother, but after all, it was fate to bring him up through bumps and bumps, and he didn't die halfway.

The family is poor, with no father and no mother, and is bullied by children all day long. The old man came to help with a cane. He thought he was saved, but he didn't expect the old man to be weaker than him. The old man with a broken leg went home.

The old man is used to calling him, and Lingye works hard as his free long-term worker.

The old man laughed, "Fortunately, I picked you up back then. I never thought that I would be alone all my life, and finally I would have a dutiful son to take care of me."

Ling Ye ignored him.

But Ling Ye will not leave this rascal, just like the old man will not easily say how many times he carried the sick Ling Ye up and down the mountain, how many ditches he turned over during the time, and how much cotton wool he gave Ling Ye during the busy days of university. How much did I keep, and how much food I gave to Lingye when I went down the mountain to beg for alms, and how much I kept for myself.

It wasn't until the world of comprehension ushered in another great turmoil that Lingye discovered that this dirty lazy man was a master of Taoism that the world relied on. Martyrdom, save the entire sect.

Venerable Guixu glanced at Lingye, "Speaking of which, there is one more thing, where did you go on the day of the Demon Banquet?"

"Wandered around for a while."

Venerable Guixu nodded, "Sangu is also a rare spiritual place, can we meet Lord Po Buddha again?"

Ling Ye shook his head.

But he asked again, "Master, how much do you know about the battle between immortals and demons a hundred years ago?"

Venerable Guixu shook his head, "Lord Po-Buddha is still entering the customs, he can't take care of himself, it is said that he will not be defeated, but we have revealed a traitor."

"Who is that traitor?"

"You have to ask the elders who have experienced this matter. Master has never experienced it, so he doesn't know much."

Ling Ye nodded.

"You don't have to worry about these things now, just focus on improving your own skills. Although the gap is far away now, I also believe that one day, you can become the chosen person to change the current chaotic situation of cultivation, and defeat the Buddha under the command of the righteous way. "

Ling Ye said yes, sent the master away, opened the scroll again, and pondered over the exercises on the ninth floor again.

Half an hour later, Ling Ye, who was sweating profusely, vomited a mouthful of blood out of thin air, and the bamboo couch was instantly covered in blood.

Ling Ye was panting non-stop, and the sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, and it was churning and raging at the moment, destroying his internal organs.

He wasn't on track at all.

What the master saw was that he practiced the eighth level of exercises as the ninth level in order to cover up.

"Mr. Qingyang, good evening."

He raised his head, and there stood outside the bamboo door the person who was in his sea of ​​consciousness just now, who couldn't be driven away no matter how hard he tried.

He knew that it was his sea of ​​consciousness, and Cheng Yan was just a virtual image.

No matter if he smiles at him, puts his arms around his waist, kisses the corner of his lips, or sits in his arms with his shoulders half exposed, leans on his shoulder with a reddish face, and murmurs, "Mr. Qingyang, I feel bad~ help!" I~'.

all fake.

Ling Ye frowned, he never thought that his inner demons would be so serious that they even condensed into a real image.

He couldn't control himself for a moment, and was furious, "Get lost!"

Cheng Yuan dodges quickly, his eyes are full of surprise, but he also finds it funny, why did he suddenly hate him so much in less than half a day?

Even dared to chop him.

If he hadn't had time to dodge the blow just now, he would have been injured.

"Mr. Qingyang?"

Only then did Lingye's pupils refocus, and his consciousness returned to its original position. After calming down, he realized that the opposite was not a real image he imagined, but a real living person.

Ling Ye was also stunned for a moment.

Cheng Yuan saw him like this, and then looked at the rest exercises on his table, the blood on his side and the sweat on his head, and he knew it instantly.

Ling Ye couldn't see the playfulness in Cheng Yuan's eyes after he suddenly realized.

"Sorry." Ling Ye stood up, looking as if he was going to make tea for the distant guest, but also as if he was trying his best to hide his abnormality.

Ling Ye turned his back to Cheng Yuan after brewing tea, "I don't know what advice you can give me when Po Buddha Lord is here."

No one spoke behind, and there was no movement at all.

Yanye even suspected that the person came and left suddenly, but he knew that Cheng Yan must still be there.

Until two hands stretched out between the bends of the arms and the waistline on both sides, the white sleeves overlapped in front of him, another person's body temperature stuck to his back, and the weight of his head lightly rested on his shoulders.

"Mr. Qingyang, you are finished~"

[The author has something to say: In the last two or three days, I will go to play with my classmates, so I may not be able to guarantee a daily update]