Pengshan has no way to go

In the evening of the next day, amidst the patter of rain, a disciple came to Lintian Pavilion to report that the former head teacher Lingyue Zhenren had passed away.

The disciple who reported the letter withdrew, and Yin Hualou stood on the porch, stroking Xiaohe in his hand, and looked at the east chamber through the rain curtain for a while. In the past, there were two naughty children playing in this courtyard. Lintian Pavilion brings noise and joy. Up to now, things are people and things are not. The world’s joys and sorrows have never stopped. Seeing each other is like seeing each other, ruthless may not necessarily be sentimental. Looking up, maybe there is only this sky and the earth. I can always look at this world with a cold eye and continue to play out day after day.

In this way, many years have passed. The back mountain has already replanted countless new peach trees, and the roses and crabapples in Lintian Pavilion have been replanted countless times. Everyone only knows that Linghui Zhenren loves roses and crabapples. But no one in Yongcheng knew how these flowers and plants were replanted that day.

It was another sunny day in May. Yu Yang and Yun Chang in the Lintian Pavilion courtyard were carefully changing the water for the lotus in the green vat. Yun Chang gently pushed aside the lotus leaves and said, "Master, the lotus at the bottom of the vat Don't you need to change the mud? I wonder if there are lotus root in the mud?"

Yu Yang cast a glance at him and said, "You picked and ate all the lotus pods formed in previous years, this kind of lotus won't..." His voice suddenly stopped.

Yun Chang looked up and followed him. It was Master Ling Hui who had come out of the study. He hurriedly stood up, and the two saluted together. Yu Yang suddenly said, "Auntie, is going out today?" What she held in her hand was Master Xiaohe.

Yin Hualou nodded and said: "I'll be back in two days. After changing the water, you can go learn swords by yourself." Looking at the results of the two people's half-day labor, he said to Yun Chang: "This lotus is a small-leaf variety. , the lotus pods are small, but they don’t produce lotus roots.”

Yun Chang shrank his neck, he was speechless, and when she walked out of the sword pavilion, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Uncle, did the elder blame me for being too greedy?" After a long while, Yu Yang didn't answer, and turned his head to look, Uncle Shi is in a daze.

Yun Chang didn't dare to say much at once. He heard that the Xiaohe sword was the sword of the previous head teacher. Where are the elders taking?

In the south, there is Xianshan Mountain, winding and handsome, with green and misty peaks, named Cuiwei.

Yin Painting Building stands beside an ancient road, looking at the undulating and overlapping mountains from a distance, the mist is light, the shadows are faint, and there are people working in the farmland on both sides, and there is still smoke from the small village in the distance, and occasionally there are urchins playing. For a while, this scene reminded her of the story of Peach Blossom Spring that she read when she was young.

An old man was struggling to push his wheelbarrow up the slope. He was very old, and he was about to push up, but he suddenly recoiled. Yin Hualou hurriedly waved his sleeves to stop him. over the slope.

After taking a few breaths, she saw clearly that it was a female crown standing against the wind, with a long sword on her back, her hairband was blown by the mountain wind, and her clothes were flying. She suddenly thought it was a fairy descending to earth, and she was about to bow down and salute immediately, Yin Hua Lou hurriedly tried his best to stop him, saying: "The old man can't do this great gift, it's just a little effort."

The old man hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you Goddess, Goddess, is Goddess going to the mountains to look for immortals?"

Yin Hualou shook his head and said: "I'm not a fairy, I don't need to be called so respectfully, but how did I know that there are immortals living in this mountain? Have you ever seen them?"

The old man wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "So that the Jurchens will know about it, but it is a strange thing to say. The little old man was struggling at home when he was young, and he often went to this mountain to find some herbs to treat his mother's illness. Once, he was almost killed by a head The tiger ate it, and a white-haired fairy passed by and saved his life. Now the house is full of children and grandchildren, and the fairy disappeared in a gust of wind. It was a big dream!"

Yin Hualou thought for a while, besides senior brother, probably Taihua Shanqinghe Zhenren was the one who came to visit, nodded and said: "It is indeed a blessing, I think the fairy is also destined to come to the old man."

The old man also nodded and said: "That's not exactly the case. Since then, there have been no accidents to the people who went to the mountains to hunt and gather herbs in the vicinity. I think it is because of the protection of the gods. Everyone wants to thank the gods , but no one has found the location, so I have no choice but to enshrine the longevity tablet at home, prostrate in the morning and evening, and dare not disturb the immortal Qingxiu again."

Yin Hualou said: "Perhaps people from outside Fang are indifferent to fame and wealth, so they can use their immortal power to avoid being disturbed by the world. I will bid farewell and go to the mountain. I don't need to say thank you for what I can do. Please do it yourself."

The old man nodded repeatedly, watched her go up the mountain road and walked far away, then bowed to the sky and thanked all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

After walking along the mountain path for half an hour, she really came across the Wuji Formation. No wonder the villagers outside the mountain couldn't find the master's retreat. Ordinary people can't see the formation, can't get around the formation, and only think that the mountain road is difficult. Just disappeared.

After passing the formation, she saw a large green bamboo forest swaying gently in the mountain wind from a distance, just like the waves of the sea. She walked along the path under the bamboo, smelled the sweet smell of green bamboo in the forest, and passed through the bamboo sea. Cheerful, behind the shade of greenery, a lake is inlaid like a god-given pearl, and the lotus leaves that meet the sky and the sun are scattered in layers, and they are spreading into the distance. The delicate and plump lotus flowers are about to bloom. Against the background, it is not like the world.

Yin Hualou walked slowly along the lake, passed a peach grove, and saw a few wooden houses surrounded by a fence in the distance, with a stone path in front of the door, various flowers blooming on the roadside, and the bamboo door was lightly closed, quiet and silent.

She didn't dare to go forward for a while, the old face of that person suddenly jumped into her heart, but she didn't know if those eyes were still so cold and compassionate, deep and lasting.After years of practice, maybe she has already detached herself, and she can see the vicissitudes of life, and can't see the time and time. Are those lips still so natural, always raising a beautiful arc?

I don't know how long she stood there, until two squirrels jumped past her feet and woke up, then walked slowly until she approached the barrier, stretched out her hand, and was slightly bounced away under a touch. At that moment, Yin Hualou felt that his calm heart, which had been cultivated, really stopped beating.

"Who is visiting outside the house?" A stern voice came through the door.

After nearly a hundred years, Yin Hualou heard this familiar voice again, nearly shed tears, bent down and knelt down to salute and said: "The disciple pays homage to the master. I don't know the situation of the master for many years, and I don't know how the master has always been?"

Before the bamboo gate was opened and the enchantment was not broken, Yin Hualou almost thought that he could not wait for that person's answer, but in fact, it was only a moment before Ziyin's real voice came again: "I don't know the years in the mountains. Watch the sun rise and moon set all over the place. It is pure and at ease. What is going on here?"

Yin Hualou untied Xiaohe, and said for a long time: "Master... senior brother went there many years ago. Before leaving, he asked his disciples to send the Xiaohe sword. He... walked peacefully. Before that Brother Zeng Dao Tu Su fell into a dream, listened to the lotus in the drizzle and left."

After a long time, there was no more sound coming from inside the house. Yin Hualou looked up at the bamboo door, and said softly: "Senior brother has been gone for many years, and this disciple has never dared to come here with a sword, just because I don't know whether the master is willing to see you, and I am so happy." Timid, hesitating so far.”

After a long time, I heard him say: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the way of heaven travels around, why are you persistent..."

Yin Hualou didn't know whether that person would never see her again, but after thinking about it for a long time, he finally didn't want to go back like this, and said softly: "It turns out that the master's realm is even better than before. This disciple is very happy. Over the years, this disciple has passed through many masters." The place I mentioned in the past, I have seen countless world situations in the world, I have taken care of a few nosy affairs, and helped a few people in difficulties. Finally, I have lived up to my old vows."

There was no sound from the door anymore, Yin Hualou didn't seem to be surprised, but continued: "The disciple was taught by the master in Tianyong. In the past, I always wanted to find a place to come and a place to go. Last night, the disciple dreamed of the past. When I entered the military school that year, I got a pair of handwritten books from my father, hanging on the east wall of the study room. When I woke up from a dream, I couldn’t remember what words were written on the scroll. My body was turned into ashes, and the past was gone. , In this life, I have abandoned the common fate, but I am most obsessed with where I come and go, so I have a clear understanding in my heart, and I have condensed the Tao of the elders, and the disciple may be in the realm of crossing the catastrophe."

"The disciple's mind cannot be shaken, there is only one thing...in the past, I never said anything to the master. Before the disciple went to Kunlun Mountain in the past, the Yin family had secretly gathered momentum. The twelve volumes of military books that my father and brother thought were taught by immortals, based on these volumes, my disciples assisted my father and brothers in forming the Huben, and once they rose up, they rose to the ninth five. Disciples are not afraid of catastrophe. It’s impossible to know how much help or how much evil was done in it.”

She paused, looked at the closed door for a long time before saying: "I have never done anything wrong in my life, but this is the only thing I am afraid of. I don't know where the karma will be repaid when I go through the catastrophe in the future. I will send Xiaohe here today. It is to tell the master what happened in the past, the disciple is calm in his heart, and depends on whether the will of heaven is fulfilled or not. If this time of crossing the catastrophe is successful, from now on, the disciple can look at the master in Kunlun for a thousand years. If... .if......"

She was silent for a moment, and finally continued: "If it doesn't work, Yuyang will send Zhenxin..."

"Although the disciple's previous life was short, what he did in his life was what he wanted to do. He never wasted his time, and he was considered complete. In this life, although he has few relatives and lives away from the world, he can get the teacher's careful teaching and seek the true heart. There is also no complaint or regret. If it is true that heaven will not forgive, but I beg Master not to feel sad for the disciple, I hope... Master will be safe forever!"

After saying that, he offered Xiaohe to the ground, kowtowed and said goodbye. For a long time, there was no sound in the house.

"The disciple is going back to Kunlun now...Master, take care of yourself..."

Sadly got up and was about to leave the peach forest, but suddenly felt a wind blowing, the enchantment dissipated, the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, the bamboo door opened with a creak!

Yin Hualou stopped in his tracks, staring at the door in a daze, roses were blooming, begonias were fierce, and blooming against the wind, tears filled his eyelashes immediately!

"Forget it... If you are so stupid, you haven't realized it yet..." The man sighed softly.

Yin Hualou didn't dare to go forward for a long time, until the enchantment behind him was built again, and then he woke up like a dream, holding Xiaohe in his hands, with tears in his eyes, and slowly walked towards the open bamboo door...

The wind passes through the bamboo forest, the afterglow of the sunset, the ground is full of falling flowers, the jade bamboos are flying in the clouds, the sunset is magnificent, and the swallows return when they return.

The song says:

"The water is falling and the trees are drying up, and the fields are barren and the jade is shattered. Ye Lan holds the candle and faces each other in shock.

There are no legends about the characters of the old family, but a lamp illuminates the river outside.

The color shows the secret, and the light shakes the seashell.The kitten, the sun and the moon, Xi Tong carries.

Where will we meet again to caress the lonely pine, and sing the wind and moon to get drunk in the West Lake..." (Song. Zhang Yan. Walking on Shasha)

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