Scholar is Addicted [Rebirth]

Yin Xing took Shu Sheng up the mountain and went straight to the Taoist temple.

Shu Sheng walked and watched all the way, and always felt that this way of viewing was strange. After watching it for a long time, he even felt that the whole mountain was strange.

Yin Xing walked and felt that Shu Sheng was walking slowly, so he turned to look at him: "Tired? Shall I carry you?"

Shu Sheng came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Is there any other way to prove that we are not dreaming?"

Yin Xing was taken aback when he heard his question, so he stood there and rubbed his chin to think about it. Shu Sheng was also thinking about it, but Yin Xing suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "I'll send a letter back and let Mu Qing and Mu Yan When a few of them come over, you can tell if it’s a dream or not.”

After thinking about it, Shu Sheng also felt that the method he said was feasible.

There is no reason for so many people to dream together, or is he dreaming alone?

Yin Xing saw that Shu Sheng was frowning tightly, with a look of confusion on his face, so he moved his face closer: "Why don't you pinch me to see if it hurts?"

Shu Sheng hesitated for a long time, but couldn't bear to touch him in the face, so he waved his hands and said, "Forget it, let's wait for Mu Qing and the others to come over."

While the two were talking, a little boy with a broom came down from the steps. When he saw the two of them, he was slightly stunned: "Who are you looking for?"

Shu Sheng and Yin Xing looked at each other, and Yin Xing asked first, "May I ask if there is someone named Shu Zihe on the mountain?"

The little Daoist smiled and said, "It turned out that I was looking for Mr. Shu, Mr. will arrive next month, you two came early."

"Thank you." Yin Xing thanked, and Xiao Daozi went down with the broom.

Yin Xing looked at Shu Sheng and raised his eyebrows: "What should we do? Shall we wait at the bottom of the mountain? Or go up the mountain?"

Shu Sheng thought for a while: "Let's go down the mountain."

Yin Xing was curious: "Why don't you go up and visit?"

"...." Shu Sheng looked up at the exposed corner of the Taoist temple, and said, "I don't feel very good, I don't want to go up."

Shu Sheng always felt that the mountain and the view made him feel uncomfortable.

Yin Xing naturally obeyed his wishes, and the two turned around and went down the mountain first.

At the foot of the mountain there were a few sparse families, Yin Xing and Shu Sheng went down the mountain first and found a family to stay.

The master's family is a skinny old man surnamed Wang. There is only one old man in the family, and he has no companion or children.

Although the old man lives alone, the courtyard of his house is very spacious. The old man lives in one room, and there are two vacant rooms.

Perhaps there was no one to talk to the old man for a while, seeing Shu Sheng and Yin Xing coming to stay, the old man was very happy, and followed Yin Xing and Shu Sheng with his hands behind his back, chattering.

"This mountain is said to be a fairy mountain. Have you seen the crane singing temple on the mountain? There are hundreds of cranes in it, and there is a Yizhen Taoist priest, a fairy!"

The old man spoke triumphantly, sitting on a high-backed chair with his legs crossed and shaking. Shu Sheng and Yin Xing sat on the edge of the bed together. Shu Sheng covered his mouth with one hand and yawned, trying to listen to the old man. talking.

He remembered that there were two golden pheasants in the mountain stream behind their Ya'er village, and the uncles and aunts in the village enshrined them as phoenixes, and whenever outsiders came, they would chatter with them like this old man for a long time, proud of them.

Seeing that Shu Sheng couldn't open his sleepy eyes, Yin Xing couldn't bear it. They had been on the road for two days, and they didn't have a good rest, so sleepiness was inevitable.

However, the old man was very interested, sighed and said: "It's a pity, the Taoist priest Yizhen said something a while ago, saying that this mountain's life is not long, and people should move away early."

"Huh?" Shu Sheng, whose sleepy eyelids were clenched, was pulled back into a daze by this sentence: "What did you say?"

The old man pursed his lips, and his beard curled up: "Let me tell you, Daoist Yizhen said that the life of this mountain is not long, and everyone at the bottom of the mountain should move away."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, and said: "There used to be quite a few residents here, but now all the ones that can be moved have been moved away, and we, old people without children, are left to guard. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."

Shu Sheng and Yin Xingting frowned, and asked: "Do you all believe in that priest?"

"That's natural." The old man raised his sparse brows and said, "The Taoist priest has some skills. He can pinch and count. He is a good man. He has no reason to deceive us ordinary people. He said that the mountain is not good. No more."

Shu Sheng turned her head and looked out the window. Through the dense green forest, she could still vaguely see the eaves of the Taoist temple pointing obliquely to the sky.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are going to die soon, but after thinking about it, Shu Sheng feels that it is really strange. After two months, won't it be the time when this mountain collapses?

After thinking about it, he looked back at Yin Xing, who also stretched his neck and looked out of the window, and when he saw him looking back at him, he blinked at Shu Sheng.

Seeing the two of them flirting, the old man lost interest in talking, he waved his hands and said, "You two should rest, the old man is going to see the mountains."

The two watched the old man go out.

The room fell silent for a moment, Shu Sheng frowned at Yin Xing: "Does that priest know something?"

"Hmm..." Yin Xing put his arms around his arms and touched his chin with one hand and thought for a while, then murmured to himself, "The old man said that there are hundreds of white cranes raised on the mountain... I don't know if they can eat...."

"..." Shu Sheng was speechless.

Yin Xing's eyes sparkled, he stood up and tugged at Shu Sheng and said, "Stupid, go up the mountain and steal two white chickens to roast and eat."

Shu Sheng corrected with a depressed face: "It's a white crane, not a white chicken."

Yin Xing shook his head, with a bit of a rascal air: "Whatever, they're all birds anyway!"

"..."

Yin Xing took Shu Sheng up the mountain secretly, and from time to time along the way, he could see some white cranes flying out of the forest.

When I entered, I saw that the mountain was very clean. Shu Sheng told Yin Xing that there were hundreds of Taoists in this temple. Yin Xing originally thought it was very lively, but he didn't expect it to be so deserted.

In Yin Xing's eyes, cultivating the Tao is the same concept as being a monk. Anyway, there are some rules and regulations. One is not allowed and the other is not allowed. It is annoying to think about it.

The two went up the mountain from the side peak. Yin Xing was good at kung fu, and it was not a problem to take Shu Sheng over the wall and climb the mountain.

The two went up from a low cliff on one side, and they just landed in a pavilion.

The pavilion is not big, surrounded by a small lake, surrounded by white cranes, when people come, they all look at them.

Yin Xing was delighted to see it. There were two in the palace before. He heard from his father that it was a rare thing that he got with great difficulty. On the first night in the palace, he was caught by Yin Xing and Yin Cheng and almost roasted.

His father is so distressed, he will not let their two brats see those two cranes again.

Shu Sheng has never seen it either. He grew up in Ya'er Village, and he has only seen the two golden pheasants in the mountain stream behind the village.

However, this thing was drawn in the comic books his father showed him when he was a child.

The painting is not lacking in fairy style. Now that I really saw a living thing, Shu Sheng was stunned for a moment and felt that it was really like what Yin Xing said, it was a white chicken... with long legs and long neck The white chicken....

Before he could finish thinking, Yin Xing had already started. The group of cranes were suddenly so startled, they all spread their wings and flew up. The place is big and they can fly.

Shu Sheng saw that Yin Xing also jumped up into the air like a black eagle, and with the power of the birds that flew up into the sky, he also ran around like a bird in the air.

Shu Sheng narrowed his eyes, thinking that this person is so good at lightness kung fu?

He was in a trance when Yin Xing suddenly jumped down from the air, grabbed Shu Sheng with one hand and rushed to the back of the pavilion.

He led Shu Sheng to roll around on the ground twice, but fortunately, Yin Xing wrapped him in his arms and didn't knock or touch him, just rolled a lot of putty.

Before Shu Sheng had time to ask, Yin Xing took him and jumped into the lake, and quietly showed his head behind the pavilion.

Shu Sheng was choked, and before he could cough out a sound, Yin Xing whispered in his ear: "There is someone, an expert."

Shu Sheng secretly thought in his heart that Yin Xing can say that he is a master, how good his skills are...

Then he quickly suppressed his voice.

I saw an old man with white beard and hair coming out of a small road in the forest, wearing a washed white Taoist robe, with a dust whisk casually pinned to his waist, holding a book in his hand, walking slowly, looking worried.

Those cranes who were disturbed by Yin Xing saw the person coming, and they all flew down from the air with a few chirps, stood on the ground and looked at the old man with their heads tilted.

The old man glanced at the cranes, sighed softly, but didn't see any effort, and actually stepped into the water and walked towards the pavilion.

Shu Sheng opened his eyes wide, watching the old man walking on the water as if he was walking on flat ground, making shallow ripples with each step, but there was no tendency to sink in the slightest.

Shu Sheng turned to look at Yin Xing with a look of surprise, Yin Xing frowned slightly, hugged Shu Sheng even tighter, covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound.

The two were hiding behind the pavilion. Seeing the old man go up to the pavilion, Yin Xing thought for a while, and made a gesture of holding his breath to Shu Sheng, who nodded hesitantly.

Yin Xing hugged Shu Sheng, who was holding his breath, and got short, and got into the water.

The two of them couldn't see clearly what was going on above them in the water, and they didn't even dare to probe. They felt that after a while, the water around them suddenly turbulent.

Shu Sheng was struggling to hold his breath, but after being shaken like this, he choked and his heart and lungs hurt. Yin Xing quickly pressed the back of Shu Sheng's head to breathe out for him.

Shu Sheng struggled drowsily for a few times, and felt the air come in to relieve the tingling pain in his heart and lungs.

Fortunately, after a while, calm was restored up above.

Yin Xing quickly carried Shu Sheng out of the water, there was no one in the pavilion, the surroundings were as quiet as if no one existed, not even the white cranes made a sound.

Yin Xing carried Shu Sheng up to the pavilion, and Shu Sheng coughed twice lying on the railing of the pavilion. The autumn water was a bit cold, so Yin Xing quickly helped Shu Sheng dry his wet clothes: "This Did the old man leave or what?"

Shu Sheng looked around and shook his head: "The old man is very good at martial arts?"

Yin Xing nodded: "If you can stay on the water without sinking or falling, you can't underestimate it just by taking a breath. There are still such masters in this place."

Shu Sheng also remembered that the old man he saw just now was able to walk on water, and was amazed that he was very capable.

"By the way, bookworm." Yin Xing asked, "Did you see the book in his hand just now?"

Shu Sheng was taken aback, thought for a while, and remembered that the old man was holding a book in his hand, and his appearance was somewhat familiar.

"Do you feel a little familiar?" Yin Xing asked again.

Shu Sheng raised his face and thought for a while: "Ah, isn't it a bit like the collection of delusional essays you burned?"

Yin Xing squinted his eyes and laughed dryly: "It's not that it's a bit like it, it's what it is!"

The author has something to say: It's really not fantasy, it's not fantasy, it's not fantasy [I say the important thing three times, in self-hypnosis]