Sword comes

Chapter 922 Borrowing mountains and rivers from the kings (3)

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Just as Xiao Mo was about to unleash his sword, a faint sound resounded from the sky and the earth, like the rustling of leaves, with a strong sense of silence, "It's really you."

Xiao Mo waited for the next sentence, and after a while, the voice sounded again, "You all go back, meeting will not help."

Xiao Mo sneered, and stopped talking nonsense to that fellow Taoist who had only met a few times, walked forward slowly, raised the long sword in his hand, "Young master, just follow me, at most half a stick of incense, you can see to the opponent's real body."

Xiao Mo nailed a long sword into the ground first, and the entire empty and lonely world changed color accordingly, like a picture scroll, showing a yellowish color due to the age.

Chen Pingan knew that the purpose of Xiaomo's sword was to serve as a temporary journey against the long river of time. No matter how powerful the fellow Taoist was or how treacherous his skills were, Xiaomo would always be able to find the sword that he had built with his mind. Time Ferry, and then pass the sword again, as long as one line pulls two places, it will not be completely lost.After Xiaomo walked more than ten steps, he waved a sword casually. This was after the battle of Mingyue Haocai, Chen Pingan saw Xiaomo's sword again.

The sword light is not a straight line, but like a gossamer floating in the wind, spreading for more than a thousand miles.

Xiao Mo's sword kept coming out, either tilted or vertical, which is an understatement, but the sword energy and dao rhyme contained in the sword light became more majestic each time.

This is the "handy" sword of a sword cultivator at the top of the Ascension Realm.

The rules of Xiaotiandi here are indeed a bit weird. Xiaomo's sword light is condensed, but in Chen Ping's vision, the traces of those sword lights have been lost, as if they were folded and bent, as if they had followed a quiet fork in the road. go far.

Xiao Mo said in a heartfelt voice: "My lord, these forked roads are similar to the roots and veins of sycamore trees. But don't worry, my lord, there are limits to the number of roads and the size of the small world. Even the weirder little world, Xiao Mo It’s not that I haven’t experienced it myself.”

Chen Pingan nodded, not in a hurry.

That voice sounded in the ears of the two of them again, "Since it's the reunion of old friends, why bother to meet each other."

Holding the sword in one hand, Xiao Mo said with a sneer, "I'd like to see, this small world of fellow daoists can withstand hundreds of thousands of swords."

As long as you keep passing the sword, and keep accumulating sword energy and sword intent, the sword light will naturally burst out like a cone.

At that time, all of them will be condensed into one sword, which will be a real sword questioning.

It is generally recognized that among the spirits and monsters in the world, it is not easy to practice, it is not easy to get enlightened, and the practice is slow.The only advantage of this kind of Taoist friends in the mountains is that if there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, the life span is extremely long, especially the grass and trees. Xiaomo is arrogant, compared with his own swordsmen, he is simply a world of difference, even if I sleep for thousands of years, and give you 1 years of Taoism out of thin air, so what?

If you are polite to me, I will be more polite than you.It's better if you're not being polite to me, and I'll thank you with the sword questioning.

The old coachman in the capital, the ghost fairy Yu Jin, is considered polite.

When he arrived in Haoran Tianxia, ​​he had been doing as the Romans did, so he didn't reach out to hit people with smiling faces, which made Xiaomo hold back for a long time.

After Xiao Mo handed out more than a hundred swords, he was able to pull one of the sword lights with his mind, rolling up like a spirit snake, and violently swayed on one of the roads.

The voice was silent for a moment, and he could only remind him: "Chen Ping'an, you'd better advise this fellow Taoist not to act like this. If the vitality of this place is hurt by Jian Guang, it will only affect the luck of the entire Tongyezhou, and even worse. It’s hard to get it back.”

Chen Ping'an said calmly: "The two evils are the lesser, it's better than being shut out and going back home in despair without even seeing the senior. The crux of today's problem is not what Xiaomo and I do. It just depends on whether you are willing to open the door to meet guests. You and I know very well that your so-called recovery is just a superficial effort. In fact, there are many hidden dangers. The descendants of Tongyezhou have to pay off debts for the present one by one. You follow the way of heaven, so naturally you don't care about it. The many sequelae of the collapse of rites and music in the past will not affect your own practice. As long as the overall number of a certain one remains the same, the predecessors are still considered to have completed their merits and virtues, and have contributed to a continent of heaven and earth. Just wait for three to five hundred years, just wait for Confucian temples and monks, and the dynasties under the mountains, and of course me, to replenish the landscapes of various places, and you will be able to survive this catastrophe and return to the realm of perfection But I am using humane methods to make up for the lack of land in a continent. The more you delay, the more troublesome you will be. Your covenant with the Confucian Temple has ended again. You are closed today. Wait for your realm to reach perfection. , Invisibly replaced and filled the vacancy left by the old master of the East China Sea, and became some kind of illusory master of a continent, let alone I come to see you again, it will be very difficult to find you when the time comes."

That voice did not deny the matter, "That's right. I'm going to retreat soon, and I'm going to do some deduction to find the way for myself to reach the Fourteenth Realm."

It was obviously hit by Chen Ping'an.

It was the first time Xiaomo heard about this, and he was immediately furious. He just felt that the so-called "daoyou" address before was just a slap in the face.

Therefore, dozens of swords were handed out in an instant, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the whole yellowed world was suddenly white.

Chen Pingan walked slowly behind Xiaomo, stopped, raised his foot to step on the ground, lowered his head and smiled and said: "Seniors have high morals and prestige, they were able to become allies with Li Sheng in the early years, and built a demon building for the Confucian Temple. The secret file of the Confucian Temple knows that the senior has a gentle temperament and is indifferent to the world. This is also the root of the junior's willingness to talk to the senior. It's just that I will soon regain my freedom. The senior can't be sure what I have to do. It’s not just sitting on the sidelines, but crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, so embarrassing a junior who is less than one year old, the mud bodhisattva is still angry, let alone a junior?”

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's really not possible, I will ask Li Sheng to move half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi to this place."

"I'd like to see if senior wants to enter the fourteenth realm, if he can still see me, and if he has a chance, ask me face to face if he agrees or not."

"I see it hard."

The voice was a little annoyed, and hurriedly said: "The Confucian Temple promised me that the catastrophe is over, and that covenant will be destroyed by itself. Even the sages who sit here will not hinder my practice."

If this young man really acts like this, it's okay if he can't find the road to the fourteenth realm after retreating. If he finds the road, but is blocked by a wall, that would be terrible.

And once in such an embarrassing situation, then I and this young swordsman will have a veritable battle for the Dao. As long as one party wants to enter the fourteenth realm, it needs to fight the other party to the death.

Are you, Chen Pingan, still a close disciple of Wensheng, or a student of Confucianism? !

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Since I can't replace the Confucian Temple, of course the Confucian Temple can't replace me either."

Anyone who hinders me from mending the gaps in a continent is asking me the sword.

This is not a joke, please take it seriously.

The voice suddenly became exasperated and said: "The most holy master has been here before, and personally wished me a smooth journey in my cultivation."

Chen Ping said expressionlessly: "Then I'm afraid I will disappoint the most holy teacher in this matter."

When the other party heard this, he was obviously shocked beyond measure, and was speechless for a while.

Wen Sheng dare not say such a thing, a lunatic who dares to disobey the most holy teacher!Shit scholars, gentle and sweeping the floor, you swordsmen, you have a bad temper that has never changed for thousands of years...

Xiao Mo smiled knowingly.

After a long silence, probably trying to stabilize his mind, the voice spoke again, finally showing a weak tone, "I can trust Li Sheng, but I can't trust you."

Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I've checked the almanac. Today, breaking ground, encoffining, cooking stoves, planting, and burial are not allowed. It is better to go out, harvest trees, erect beams, build houses, and make alliances."

Chen Ping took a step forward, patted Xiao Mo's arm lightly, indicating that he was not in a hurry to pass the sword, and stood side by side with Xiao Mo, with his sleeves wrapped around his hands and smiled: "I also know the situation of seniors, in this dilapidated mountain and river came into being at the right time, following the trend For the seniors, it is not just that the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are all flesh, the world is a journey against the road, where the great way is, and all things are like dogs, there is no difference between loyal ministers and robbers, dutiful sons and wicked sons."

The voice continued: "To be precise, I'm a sword cultivator who doesn't believe in acting only according to his preferences, and who has no taboos in swordsmanship."

After a while, he added, "I'm even willing to believe the outlander ranger who walked into Flying Eagle Fort back then, but I can't trust the last hidden official from the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "If senior had treated others with sincerity earlier, he wouldn't have broken up with an old friend who has been around for thousands of years."

"Chen Pingan! Your murderous intentions are heavier than this 'Xiao Mo'."

"The junior will take it away."

In front of Chen Ping'an and Xiaomo, a passage similar to a post road appeared. The two sides were as dark as night, similar to the two ends of the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past, connecting with some kind of Taixu realm.

Chen Pingan glanced back, there was a vast white mist, and he had lost the way he came from.

Xiao Mo frowned, and Chen Pingan smiled and said, "If you come here, you will be safe, and it will be a short tour."

From his sleeve, Chen Ping took out a gold-colored Baiju cross-gap talisman, which was from the "Authentic Book of Alchemy" presented by Li Xisheng.

This talisman hovered on the side of the shoulder.

At the same time, in Chen Pingan's heart lake world, a sundial for precise timekeeping appeared. Sure enough, the speed of time passing between the inner and outer worlds was very different.

Glancing at the burning speed of the Baiju Passing Gap Talisman, Chen Pingan had a rough idea. In this world, it may have passed a year, and outside Tongyezhou, it has only passed a day.

Chen Pingan reminded: "No matter how hospitable the senior is, according to the timing of the outside world, at most ten hours later, I must see the real body of the senior and negotiate a deal."

Two donkeys appeared out of nowhere on the side of the road, probably as a substitute for transportation. Chen Pingan laughed dumbly, but he didn't worry about any calculations, so he turned over and rode on the donkeys.

With a sword on his back in the green robe, and a gourd of vermilion wine tied around his waist, he lightly pinched the donkey's belly, and with a burst of hooves, it began to sway forward.

Xiao Mo shook his wrist, a long sword scattered into the light of the sword, and put it in his sleeve.Xiao Mo was still dressed in a yellow hat and blue shoes, holding a green bamboo stick, and sitting on the donkey's back.

There are only black and white in the world, and Xiao Mo looked around, like a scribbled ink freehand painting.

Xiaomo asked: "My lord, what about the other sword lights?"

Chen Pingan complained: "There is no reason to take back a gift given out."

Xiao Mo nodded lightly, feeling quite regretful in his heart, if he knew it, he would have handed out two or three hundred more swords.

At this moment, the picture scroll is at dusk. The two rode donkeys, and soon they came to a small hillside that suddenly appeared. When they reached the top of the hill, they looked away and saw the narrow part of the road. The team was mighty and mighty, spreading on the mountain road, there were no less than thousands of people, and there were even emperor chariots among them. Judging by the panic expressions of those civil and military officials, did they leave Beijing for refuge?Chen Pingan took off the gourd of raising swords, took a sip of wine, his eyes were like a picture of a hundred divisions rushing to and from the capital, and there was only one person in the picture scroll, like a painted painting, that middle-aged man with a long bamboo tube on his waist, The index finger and the middle finger of the right hand have slight calluses. After leaving the crowded road alone, he chewed the cake and walked along a stream to the depths of the mountains.

Chen Ping found an interesting thing. If the previous Xiaotiandi was an ink painting, then when he saw this man, with that man as the center, or what he saw in the eyes of the man, it would gradually change into a meticulous painting. Every detail, every flower and every tree, every fish swimming in the streams, are all alive and alive, and finally become a lifelike green landscape painting, which is no different from the "truth" in the world.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Let's keep up with this little God."

In the twilight, the man found a rural house by the stream, with low eaves, and only an old woman and a woman, sitting opposite each other alone, weaving chicken coops.

The old woman invited the man to eat some food. In order to avoid suspicion, the man slept under the eaves at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, so he simply took out a chess book from his arms under the moonlight, stood up and sat down, flipped through it for a while, and then He began to close his eyes and concentrate, twisting the chess pieces with both hands, one after another, as if he was playing a score.

Chen Pingan was under a tree far away from the thatched hut. He just took the opportunity to glance at the cover of the chess record. It turned out to be a well-documented and well-known chess record. Five games, has the reputation of "watching five games while taking a break from illness".

Chen Pingan was riding on the donkey's back, and glanced at the white horse crossing the gap talisman next to his shoulder, the speed of time passing did not change.

In fact, even if there is a monk Yufeng, looking down at the entire world at present, it seems that there is only one scene. It is probably because the senior reminded himself that there will be a scene after one pass, and when all the passes are passed, both sides Can we meet?What are you drawing?Are you trying to delay time so that you can seek help from the Confucian Temple?Otherwise, it doesn't make much sense to invite someone to come here to help and stop himself and Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo asked: "My lord, do you need me to use my sword to find out?"

Chen Ping shook his head and smiled, "Be patient and wait and see."

Xiao Mo asked: "The identity of that person, is he a chess player waiting to be edicted?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Look at the chess strength is not weak."

The man under the eaves of the thatched roof doesn't seem to be playing a score at the moment, but is playing chess against himself. As far as the chess strength is concerned, it doesn't seem to be much higher.

Chen Pingan thinks he is quite familiar with the first moves and fixed forms of Go in the world, and he can just memorize it by rote. Besides, the four picture scrolls who were born in Ouhua Blessed Land back then, except Wei Hailiang, the other three are Zhu Lian, Lu Baixiang and On the right side of Sui, even in Haoran Tianxia, ​​he is considered a master.Moreover, there are Zheng Dafeng and the tiger Wei Bo on the other side of Luopo Mountain, both of whom are proficient in this way. Besides, in the summer palace back then, there were also masters like clouds, Lin Junbi and Xuanshen Cao Gun were all first-class. national champion.

Now with Chen Pingan's Go attainments, it's no problem to play the first thirty or fifty moves with others, pretending to be a master, and it will be revealed in the future.

So in the Summer Palace, when teaching people to play chess, Lord Yinguan liked to call himself a half-stinky chess basket.

There were no lights and candles in the house. The old woman and the woman who lived in the same room started to play chess. There were no chess pieces on the board. Less than forty hands.The man had already taken out the chess pieces and chess paper from the long bamboo tube, spread them on the ground, listened to the chess game in the house, and placed the chess pieces on the paper chessboard. When the old woman said that she had won nine pieces, the woman conceded.Only then did the man build up his courage and knock on the door lightly. After a while, the old woman and the woman came out of the house. The woman in the skirt only taught him for less than half an hour, and said that it was enough to make him invincible in the world.

Speaking of this, the woman looked up at the tree outside the hut, and she stroked her temple hair intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to this, the woman got up and went to work, the man said goodbye and left, looking back along the stream, he had lost the hut, and the man was disappointed.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo seemed to be going back along a long river of time, riding a donkey on the hillside again, and seeing the man with the bamboo tube around his waist walking along the stream again.

Xiao Mo asked with a smile: "Master, you need to beat them in chess to pass the test?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It should be. Wait for you to continue to stare at the chess and wait for the edict. I will go to the side of the post road to see if I can pick up the leaks. I will meet you again at dawn."

After that, Xiaomo continued to follow the man on a donkey, while Chen Pingan went to the road at the foot of the mountain, and found an old official who looked like the man in the painting, wearing a purple robe and wearing a goldfish bag. Chen Pingan casually found a topic and chatted with the old man , In the end, he said that he was willing to pay a high price for the books, but the old man declined, saying that those boxes of books had been treasured for a long time, and a thousand dollars was not easy.Without further ado, Chen Pingan knocked over the bookcases on the carriage to the ground, and then waved his hand. There was a gust of breeze, and after all the books were spread out one by one, except for the cover, they were all blank.

The chariots and horses of those characters seemed to have fallen into a static situation. Chen Ping stood there, shaking his head and laughing: "The mountains and rivers are barren, and the book collection of the seniors is still a bit small, so that it is impossible to pretend."

Afterwards, Chen Pingan didn't have the slightest interest in exploring. This kind of false small world is too thin. It has bones and muscles but no flesh and blood. Without flesh and blood, how can we talk about a deeper spiritual energy?

Re-riding the donkey on the side of the road, looking for Xiaomo and the thatched hut.

It's just that he didn't forget to wave his hand again to return the books to the bookcase, the screen was reversed, and they returned to the carriage one by one.

It was dawn again on "this day", and before seeing the woman looking up at him again, Chen Pingan had already led Xiaomo forward on a donkey, waiting for the old woman to say the invincible words, and said with a smile: "Not necessarily .”

Arriving at the wooden corridor under the eaves, he folded his hands with the chess waiter and said with a smile: "I borrow chess pieces and chess paper from sir."

Afterwards, Chen Pingan played a game of colorful cloud scores played by senior brothers Cui Chan and Zheng Juzhong, but today, of course, Chen Pingan played chess by pretending that Zheng Juzhong was playing chess and invited the other party to continue playing the chess score.

The woman was speechless, and the old woman muttered to herself: "Is the chess skills of the future generations already so high?"

Chen Ping put his arms around his sleeves, looked at the chess game, and said casually: "If you want to think that the way of chess is like the world, you always go to a higher place."

The old woman nodded and smiled, and the woman also raised her hand to stroke her temples, and looked at the green-clothed man with the jade hairpin on his head with a smile.

As soon as Chen Ping's words came out, the scene of heaven and earth dissipated, leaving only one ancient chess record in the corridor and the house. Chen Ping glanced at it, put the two chess records in his sleeve, and accepted them with a smile.

Xiao Mo turned his head and glanced, "That fellow Taoist, why did he even take the donkey away?"

Chen Ping patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, and praised: "No wonder you can be our Luoba Mountain's enshrinement."

After that, the two walked on foot, because there was a wider official road under their feet, with rice fields on both sides, which looked like autumn harvest.

Suddenly, a horse passed by behind him, and went to the distance, and Xiaomo followed him to look into the distance, and soon there was another inn.

On that ride just now, a young man in short brown clothes rode a green colt, looking like a poor and down-to-earth scholar, but

Chen Pingan took a few more glances, only to find that this person had a prosperous official career, and he had the so-called "green yarn man" appearance in Fengshui Kanyu books. In short, he was a nobleman who was destined to be a prime minister.

When Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo walked into the roadside inn without haste, they found that the young man was sleeping soundly with a celadon on his head, and beside him was a smiling old Taoist priest with white hair, sitting on the steps, his posture Leaning against a large package, if you are used to reading ghost novels, and you meet such an extraterrestrial expert, then it is time to ask for advice on longevity techniques.

The owner of the inn seemed to be steaming the millet, and when it was about to be cooked, a fragrance wafted out of the stove.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask the old god, where does this official road lead to?"

The old Taoist smiled and replied, "Handan."

Chen Pingan asked: "Didn't you really go to Daoxuanshan, a wine shop that sells yellow rice wine?"

The old Taoist snorted, and began to look seriously at this well-informed young man. He shook his head and said with a smile, "My lord, this question is really spoiling the scenery."

Chen Ping glanced at the bag, and the old Taoist understood, patted the bag he was carrying with him, and said with a smile: "There is nothing else, it's just a bag full of frustration and complaints, so I won't open it for you. To avoid the miasma."

The old Taoist glanced at the young scholar who was still sleeping soundly on the celadon. After looking away, he looked at the road outside and sighed: "I have nothing else to ask for, only the righteousness in the Taiji book, and no one else. It's the Handan Road." left man."

Chen Pingan immediately got up with a smile, took two steps back, bowed and said, "Chen Pingan, my junior, pay my respects to Lu Zu."

The old Taoist priest whom Chen Pingan respectfully called "Lu Zu" waved his hand, gestured to sit down and talk, and asked: "Mr. territory?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Never broke through."

The old Taoist sighed unceasingly, and looked up at the sky, "The spirit is too empty, and the way is beyond the sky and the earth. The five elements are wonderful, and the sun and the moon are square."

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Wine pours into the river, and people climb the Yellow Crane Tower. The Taoist formula is brilliant, and there are thousands of years in the past and the present."

The old Taoist clicked his tongue in amazement, stroked his beard and smiled, "Drinking a piece of Lei, relieves thousands of worries."

Chen Ping asked curiously: "Is there any connection between the old man and the Huangliang Kingdom in Aquarius Continent?"

The old Taoist nodded and said: "The native place of the poor Taoist is over there, but he left his hometown for a long time, and spent more years in the Qingming world than his hometown."

The old Taoist then smiled and said to himself, "If the poor Daoist had mixed with the sword-questioning of the cicada sloughing the cave in the early years, the one named Chen might not be able to escape unscathed."

Chen Pingan did not comment on this. In fact, this is a kind of loss of "offending two by saying one".

Chen Pingan asked again: "Senior, have you ever met an old tree spirit?"

The old Taoist thought for a while, nodded and said: "By coincidence, I taught it some practices."

Before Chen Pingan participated in the discussion of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, he walked through more than [-] rooms in the Yuanyangzhu Baozhai, and Li Huai, who was with him, only picked out one favorite object. It was a bonsai, a fist-sized stone, and a seal carving. The word "mountain fairy", of course, can also be regarded as "fairy mountain". At the root of the mountain, there is a small old willow tree. Under the tree stands an old tree spirit who looks at the sea. Bigger, claiming to be the old Tianjun in the south of the city, it seems that there is a ban on the body of the immortal family, which suppresses the realm.Seeing a customer, the old man would put his hips on his hips and curse at anyone who had the intention of buying, spitting everywhere, persuading them to fly in the sun.

Later, I heard from Li Huai that this old tree spirit said that he had met a sword fairy named "Chunyang" in his early years. Breakthrough one after another.

This kind of language, half of what you say is enough.Sure enough, the old tree spirit did have a relationship with Lu Zu, whose Taoist name is "Chunyang".

Chen Pingan asked again: "Old senior and that Baobaozhai?"

The old Taoist laughed loudly and said: "Good eyesight, Pindao and the patriarch of Baozhai can be regarded as old friends."

The scholar woke up in a daze. After having a dream of enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world, he looked around in a daze at this moment. A man in green shirt and a follower.

The scholar was melancholy for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh, bowed to the old Taoist priest, thanked him, and said that he already knew the principles of honor and disgrace in life, love between men and women, life and death.

When the scholar was about to leave, Chen Ping quietly waved his sleeves, the clouds and mist rose, and suddenly there was an ancient locust tree in the open space in front of the hostel, with dense branches and leaves, and several acres of clear shade.

The scholar was in a daze, as if he was still in a dream, and when he looked to the side, the old Taoist priest and the green-clothed guest were no longer seen, only a small cart with green oil driving out of the hole in the big locust tree, and four tall horses , there is an envoy in purple clothes, holding a jade wat, kneeling down to the scholar, claiming to be from a neighboring country, and His Majesty the Emperor admires talent... The scholar is moved, but he is still a little bit surprised, and the green oil cart is hung with a bamboo curtain, and there is a faint beauty behind the curtain The figure, holding the curtain with slender hands, the woman is beautiful and heavenly, and she and the scholar have affectionate eyebrows... The scholar's heart faltered suddenly, and when he hesitated, the beautiful woman's eyes were resentful, and she bit her lips lightly. The purple-clothed waiter fell down and spoke sincerely , the scholar finally moved forward and boarded the car...

In a blink of an eye, all the green oil carts, the purple-clothed waiters, the beautiful women who were hand in hand with them, and the big locust trees all turned into smoke and dispersed.

The scholar fell to the ground, rubbing his butt, and it hurt.

Now I'm finally sure it's not a dream.

The old Taoist suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Wonderful."

At the same time, Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo also changed a landscape painting, but in Chen Pingan's heart lake, the voice of the old Taoist priest rang out, saying that there was a sword formula left somewhere in Huangliang country.

Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo came to a place where the heat was rising, and it was suffering from a drought. There was no rain for three consecutive months, the rivers and lakes were dry, and there was no harvest. The land of thousands of miles was full of vegetation.

Chen Ping used a water technique to rain down rain, but after using the technique, he would return to the original place, and if he wanted to walk against the wind, it was like going back in time, so he had to take Xiaomo on foot on the ground. During the drought season, there was no harvest, and the people moved. Along the way, there were many bones and horrific human tragedies. Before encountering a group of women, children, and children who were about to die on the way, Chen Pingan knelt down and gave them drinks and food. It just slides through the throat and intestines and falls straight to the ground.

Chen Ping'an was squatting on the spot and didn't get up for a long time.

Xiao Mo comforted: "My lord, it's all fake."

Chen Pingan nodded, then shook his head again, "It used to be true."

After getting up and walking again, Xiaomo took a look at the young master's expression, and there was nothing unusual.

Later, I came across a county town where someone had previously opened a storehouse for disaster relief. It had been several days since the porridge shop had been set up, but a group of rogues rushed past after hearing the news.

By the time Chen Ping entered the city, it was already a purgatory on earth.

Inside the family door where all the families died, there was a young man lying in a pool of blood, his face was full of tears, he turned his head with difficulty, and looked at an old man who had been hacked to death.

The young man and his father repeatedly said that since ancient times, disaster relief requires military guards, why don't you listen, why don't you listen...

Chen Pingan sat on the steps of the courtyard covered with blood and corpses, stood up, and came to the young scholar, trying to hold his hand lightly, but there was an afterimage, but Chen Pingan's hand was still hovering in place, He said softly: "Don't be afraid, for you good people, walking through this world is already walking through hell."

After walking out of the county town, Xiaomo and Xiaomo came to a suburb of a state city, beside a dry river, officials with chapped lips were praying for rain, but inside the city there was a folk custom of drying the Dragon King.

Chen Pingan squatted on the other side of the river, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of crushed soil, listened to the official's hoarse voice praying for rain, read it once, and started from the beginning again. Next to the incense table, I took out a pen and paper, and helped to rewrite a prayer for rain. After handing it over to the sallow and emaciated official, the latter, with the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, was about to start reciting this rain prayer that was inconsistent with etiquette , Just after reading the beginning, the official looked panicked, turned his head to look at the man in the blue shirt, as if asking with his eyes, is it really okay?Wouldn't it really cause more disasters?

Because the content of praying for rain on that piece of paper is too disrespectful.

Generally speaking, this kind of rain prayer book has a standard similar to the officialdom, mixed with some respectful words, similar to "sincerity and fear", starting with "I want to write a letter to the rain master", and then write some "Spring rain is like an edict, and summer rain is like an edict." pardon" words.

And the letter of praying for rain in his hand began with "Uncle Yu, Master of Rain, Mother of Lei Jun and Dian, listen to my order, and those who disobey the order will be beheaded."

Therefore, when this official endorsed the letter, his voice was trembling, that is to say, he hadn't had a drink of water for a long time, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely.

After a while, dark clouds covered, thunder rolled and flashed, lightning and thunder thundered, and in an instant it was torrential rain, and nectar fell everywhere for thousands of miles.

Xiao Mo raised his head and said softly: "Young Master, in the county seat before, I almost handed over the sword before I couldn't hold back, killing it counts, so I can't get used to it, and let it keep deliberately disgusting you, Young Master."

Chen Pingan reached out to catch the soybean-sized raindrops, "It has nothing to do with your fellow Taoist."

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "To be honest, if it was ten thousand years ago, Xiao Mo would only feel calm when he saw this kind of scene. It's indifferent. It's different now, maybe it's because I've been with the young master for a long time, and I've become a little soft-hearted. Young master, does this count as the difference between a cultivator and a cultivator?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It's not all a good thing to change from a Taoist priest in ancient times to a Taoist priest today. If you only talk about the speed of practice, it will definitely slow down."

Afterwards, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo came to a brand-new place, a county where the waterlogged and flooded their homes.

It turns out that there is a river in the county, which has been flooded since ancient times. Chen Pingan found that he had transformed himself into the prefect of a county's parents and officials. Not yet married.

Because he roughly knew the way of that "God", Chen Pingan no longer had the idea of ​​performing magic tricks, and started begging for money with rich people in counties and counties. As for how to control the water, Chen Pingan has a method. After all, in addition to Zhu Lian's construction method, there are also many books of the Nanyuan Ministry of Industry, which have been carefully read. It is more than enough to be a hydraulic engineer for the court. Chen Pingan took Xiaomo and a group of subordinates to inspect the city. After the geography of the river bed outside, I found that it is only necessary to build a Yuzui diversion embankment, which needs to be filled with stones in bamboo cages, and the water is tired and stagnant. Afterwards, flat water tanks and spillways are opened. Chen Ping'an just copied and used the doorway knowledge recorded in detail in ancient books.

Afterwards, I went door to door and asked for money with the local wealthy people. I also saw some anecdotes about high families and various things in the market. One of them once slapped the table face to face and said, "We who read the books of sages and sages all work hard on the rules and regulations." In the end, a rich man was only willing to spend 50 taels of silver. At the beginning of the year, a piglet ran out of his pigpen to his neighbor. He thought it was unlucky, so he sold it to his neighbor at the market price. By the end of the year, it grew into a piglet weighing more than 100 catties. The big pig ran to the house again, but the rich man still had to pay according to the "market price" at the beginning of the year, so a lawsuit was filed, and the trouble went to the county government. Chen Pingan, the sheriff, asked Opportunity to take advantage of this matter, ask the teacher to blame, and make a big fuss, so that the Maocai master who worked hard on the rules and regulations came to the door overnight and took an extra 100 taels of silver.

The biggest sect in the county is still a retired from the Ministry of Rites in the capital. He has no children and only one daughter. He claims that his daughter has written thousands of essays by many masters. However, if it was a son, dozens of champions and Jinshi would have been awarded early.

When Chen Pingan took the initiative to come to discuss Taoism with him, the old man had served as an examiner for several times. Even if he talked to the county magistrate, he still regarded himself as an elder in the officialdom. The thing is a whip, a mark, a slap and a blood.But if the imperial examination essays are poorly done, and you don’t pay enough attention to the quality, whatever you do, you will be wild fox Zen, evil demons and heretics... Hearing that Chen Pingan, a young prefect with a clean and righteous background, had no choice but to nod vigorously, echoing again and again, Otherwise, you can't cheat money.The old man talked about the sad part. The son-in-law who entered the family's mansion was well-matched and talented. What's so difficult about accepting the Jinshi incense from my grandfather, and at the end he said categorically, "In this way, Miss's letter is still very secure", which made the old man very happy, and he gave 3000 taels of silver.

Xiao Mo, who is the entourage of the county guard, watched and listened, and only felt that he had learned a lot of human knowledge outside of books.

In this picture scroll of heaven and earth, there are three colorful characters, besides this old man Gao Sheng who was soon transferred back to the center of the imperial court by a piece of paper in the capital, there is also a poor scholar who has been trapped in the field for many years. The old father-in-law of the cooked food case, the last one, is the rich and talented man who ran away with a little pig at the beginning of the year and returned with a big pig at the end of the year.

When the old man moved back to the capital with his family, the old man turned into black and white, but when Chen Pingan completed the water conservancy project, there was no longer any worry about waterlogging in the territory under his jurisdiction, and he was rewarded by the court. Brother Maocai, and the poor scholar are still in color, Chen Pingan thought for a while, so he had to pay a private visit to the latter's house, and saw the poor man saying goodbye to his wife at the door, patting his chest and promising that he would pass the provincial examination , I have been patient for more than a month, you are definitely a lady.The woman wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, she hoped that both her husband and wife would be blessed, that she could win some glory for her ancestors and show some poverty for her mother, and then she would worship the heavens and the earth.

It turned out that Chen Pingan, the governor of the county, had made great contributions to water control. The imperial court ordered him to be the chief examiner of the state examination. Painting can be regarded as being promoted to Juren.From this moment on, the scholar who transformed himself into a master Juren became black and white.As for that brother Maocai, who fell ill and was dying, he was still in color. Chen Pingan couldn't figure it out, so he had to sneak into the other party's house and found that the man's hand was sticking out from the quilt, with two fingers stretched out, refusing to swallow. Take your last breath.Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to open the door and enter, and picked out one of the oil lamps with two stalks of lamp grass on the table.Everyone looked around, the man on the bed just nodded, lowered his hands, and immediately lost his breath.

Xiao Mo leaned against the door, shaking his head helplessly.

When Chen Pingan walked out of the house, the picture scroll changed, and Xiaomo seemed to be on the edge of the battlefield. The two armies faced each other, separated by a river. The soldiers and horses on one side are strong, the monarch is laughing with the military advisers around him, the enemy has more armor, but not enough benevolence and righteousness, and the widow has not enough armor, but more benevolence and righteousness, he will surely win a big victory.

Seeing that the other party was crossing the river with soldiers and horses, the military division suggested to the benevolent monarch to attack at half-cross.

Chen Pingan has been watching from the sidelines, and after the two scrolls were restored to their original state, he went to the army and came to the car of the only colored figure, who asked, "Is the widow wrong?"

Chen Ping wrapped his arms around his sleeves and remained silent.

"How do later history books say about the widow?"

Chen Ping still didn't say a word.

"Don't talk about history books, what about the common people in the market, what about the barnyard officials' unofficial history?"

The monarch was full of sadness, with tears in his eyes, and slapped Che Shi hard, and said in grief and indignation: "There must be a good word?!"

Chen Pingan still didn't give a direct answer, "The right thing, the good thing, the immediate event, the later event, the current event, and the eternal event are all mixed together, how can they be clearly distinguished?"

"What's more, you are not a cultivator. If you are in charge of government, you must always take care of the safety of the people of the country. As the master of the battlefield, you must win the battle in front of you."

The subjugated king shouted "benevolence and righteousness" several times, but his figure disappeared.

Afterwards, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo saw many strange people and things.

The two of them rowed a flat boat on a moonlit night, drifting with the water. When they arrived at an ancient bridge, they saw a picturesque small building standing close to the edge of the water. It turns out that every time the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, you can see the ethereal figure of the woman, between the winding sills of the corridor, Wandering and leaning, lingering, throwing money into the water.

Afterwards, thousands of miles away, Chen Pingan finally saw an elegant young man with a colorful figure. In the busy market, he asked his servants to kneel and sit on his back, ordered the bookboy to play the flute, and ordered the servants under his crotch to play the flute. As the Luan Crane flew, the servants rose a bit slowly. The young master was so sad that he couldn't make a sound. He said to himself that I can't be a fairy, so I went to see the beautiful woman as a narcissus.So he got up and ran wildly, jumped into a pond next to him, almost drowned himself, but was quickly picked up by the servants and kept drowning.

Chen Pingan asked Xiaomo to do it for him and help deliver the letter. Even if the feelings of such a gifted scholar and beautiful woman were sincere, Chen Pingan would not bother to be the matchmaker.

Later, when I came to a place halfway up the mountain, an old monk brought a young novice down the mountain, and met a woman on the way. The old monk only said that the tigers at the foot of the mountain can eat people, so they should not be approached, and must be avoided.

When returning to the mountain, the little novice monk looked embarrassed, touched his little bald head, and said to the master, I don't think about anything, I only think about the man-eating tiger at the bottom of the mountain, and I always feel reluctant to part with him.

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile.

After returning to the dilapidated temple in the mountains, the old monk chopped down the wooden Buddha statue as firewood and started to light a fire to keep warm.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, Monk, you can do it, but I can't.

The old monk asked why he couldn't do it. Isn't worshiping Buddha not worshiping oneself?

Chen Pingan just remained motionless.

So the picture scroll of the master and apprentice going down the mountain and up the mountain, and the old monk returning to the temple to split the Buddha statue for firewood, just keeps repeating.

In the end, Xiaomo couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but say something to the old monk.

The old monk stood up and smiled, bowed his head with Xiaomo, and folded his hands together.

After the rain, Dao met an old woman, dressed in rags, riding a steed with gorgeous saddle and bridle, which seemed a bit nondescript.

The old woman looked kindly, stopped her horse quickly, and asked softly, "Where is your son going?"

Chen Pingan said that he was going to visit relatives in the suburbs. The old woman said: "The road is poor and there are many tigers infested. Why don't you follow me to the humble house for a short rest, and go early the next day, so you have to take it easy."

Chen Ping'an

Bowing to thank.

The old woman rode the horse slowly, and led the two of them along a secluded path for about three or four miles, when they saw a faint light in the forest, the old woman pointed at the light with a whip, and said with a smile.

The house can be described as barren, except for the wooden bed and the table, only a lantern hung on the wall, a woman slowly raised her head, plucked her temples, her face was bleak, after that, the old woman's hospitality was quite rich, all of which were fish and meat, but Using pots instead of pots required Chen Pingan and Xiaomo to fold tree branches into chopsticks, but the fish and rice were both cold and difficult for ordinary people to swallow, but to Chen Pingan, it was nothing.After the meal, Chen Pingan sat at the table. The dirt floor was uneven, and the table was crooked just now. Chen Pingan went to the forest outside the house, chopped firewood to make blocks, and put the table legs. Lice, Chen Pingan didn't ask the poor people why the dishes and hospitality were so rich, but just took out the dry tobacco stick and started to puff.The woman stared at it several times, but she still wanted to speak.

Chen Pingan asked: "Dare to ask the old mother, what time is it now?"

The old woman replied with a smile: "The Hungry Ghost Festival has just passed, and the previous meals were sent by the host."

Chen Ping nodded suddenly, got up and said goodbye, because there was only one room, and it was inconvenient to stay overnight, but he only said that he was in a hurry.The old woman couldn't keep her, so she had to say: "The young master traveled more than fifty miles along the previous road. There is a post station. My husband is working there. He is hunchbacked and lame. He is easy to recognize. Urge him to bring back some copper coins, but say that the family is running out of food and clothing."

Chen Pingan took Xiao Mo out of the house in the forest. If there were no accidents, when he looked at this place again at dawn, he would probably see the ancient tomb collapsed, half leaning into the basil and thorns.

The two walked to the post station in a leisurely manner, and passed a large-scale tomb halfway, dense with pines and cypresses.At dawn, I saw a hunchbacked and lame old man who claimed to be the tomb keeper of an official, working as a day laborer at the post station, and his wife was the maid of the official's house, so the old man said he wanted to borrow money Go to the incense and candle shop that specializes in funerals and buy some paper money.Chen Pingan took out some broken silver and gave it to the old man, reminding the old man not to forget that in addition to buying paper money, houses, carriages, horses, paper clothes and other things at the incense and candle shop, it is best to ask for a paper dry tobacco rod from the shop, together with Tobacco, burned together.

Looking at the back of the old man staggering away, Xiao Mo asked in his heart: "My lord, does this well-informed fellow Daoist Wutong already know my current pseudonym and dao name?"

The pseudonym is Stranger, and the Taoist name is Xizhu.

Since it is the birth of human beings, it is also the birth of living beings.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "That fellow Taoist's intentions may have more meaning."

After waiting for a while, the old man burned paper money and other things in front of the grave as agreed, and Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo also changed a picture scroll.

It was actually a temple. On the incense table, there was a covenant oath. There were two words on it, one was firm as a rock, and the other was erratic. Looking at the content, the former was a woman's oath, which was colorful, but the men's oath, like The flowing water was undulating and swaying, but it was dry and white, like ashes.

It turned out that the local infatuated men and women often came to this temple to swear that if either party violated the oath, they would be held accountable and convicted by the gods.

Xiao Mo looked up at the two statues in the ancestral temple, one was taller and the other was lower, the taller painted statue had the face of the young master, while the lower one was the face of Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo smiled, "I haven't seen you in ten thousand years, this fellow Taoist, just learned these fancy techniques?

Chen Ping picked up the oath to testify against "self", sighed, and looked into the distance. With the natal supernatural power of "one god", it was undoubtedly the infatuated woman and the heartless man. The former had already vomited blood and died, becoming an orphan. The soul of the wild ghost, the corpse rests in a Taoist temple, but that man, who is a bit smart, has moved to the capital, has already married and established a business, and has climbed to a high branch. The daughter of a university scholar... Chen Pingan, as a local god, moved his mind slightly, shrunk the mountains and rivers, and came to the border of the jurisdiction in one step, but it would be difficult to go any further.

Xiao Mo said suddenly: "Cracks are starting to appear on the temple's golden body."

Chen Pingan nodded, raised his eyes and inspected the territory, and found a local tycoon who was known for his chivalrous spirit, and entrusted a dream to this person, told the reasons before and after, and gave him a thousand gold as a package for entering Beijing.

After the wealthy guest woke up from his dream, without saying a word, he rode a horse and rushed to the land of Gyeonggi day and night.

In less than half a month, outside the resting Taoist temple, there was a man with a halberd beard and fist hair, galloping on horseback with a sword in his hand, passing through several gates.

Carrying a bloody parcel on his back, he immediately raised his beard and shouted in front of the coffin, the person who betrayed his heart has already killed him.

Then Haoxia unwrapped the package, which contained a bloody head, threw it out forcefully, and rolled to the ground, it was the head of the heartless man.

The female ghost wandering outside the Taoist temple, with teary eyes, and the Haoshi who rode away gave a blessing, she was very grateful, and then turned around and knelt down to thank the two local gods in the Taoist temple.

Later, they changed their identities and became two literati who traveled and visited friends.

Near the friend's house, there is a rumor that there is a ghost house that has been abandoned for many years. Every night, on the powder wall, there are many bones and hideous faces.

There was a merchant who communicated with the subordinate officials of the government in private, took advantage of the loophole, and tampered with the house deed, turning the house into private property, which turned out to be a hot potato.

Inviting Taoist priests to do it on the altar, and eminent monks preaching, it didn't work. Instead, he was teased by ghosts and said with a smile, "A man of Tao, can skills stop here?"

Later, that "friend" of Chen Ping'an and the others didn't believe in evil, and thought he was a gentleman who had read sage books and was an official. He was afraid of this, so he brought a few sage books and hung an official seal on his waist, and wanted to spend the night there. In the end, I was so frightened that I almost lost my mind, and within less than a stick of incense, I fled back in embarrassment, so that I couldn't get sick, and I didn't get better after more than ten days of recuperation. When I saw two close friends, I only said that the ghost was very serious. I really don't know who in the world can surrender.

Chen Pingan took Xiao Mo to the haunted house in the night, strolling in the courtyard, seeing the terrifying vision on the wall, and those penetrating noises, he just turned a blind eye and didn't hear it.

Holding a walking stick in his hand, Xiao Mo suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the blood-stained face on the wall. The latter seemed to be taken aback by this guy, so Xiao Mo turned his head and smiled. He asked: "Young master, what should we do? Our swordsmanship supernatural powers are obviously useless here, so how can we subdue demons and eliminate demons? Could it be that we moved them with emotion and understood them with reason? Or did we spend money to buy them from the merchant?" After the title deed, shall we put a seal on the gate?"

Chen Pingan leaned against the pillar of the colonnade, folded his arms around his chest, looked at the wall, and said with a smile: "The way of the world is that yin and yang are different, and the darkness is different, and mediocrity. As long as you can respect ghosts and gods and stay away, nothing will happen. "

There was a faint sigh from the other side of the wall, a woman in colorful clothes, with beautiful makeup, walked out of the wall gracefully and floated to the ground, "Mr.'s words are enough to comfort people's hearts."

The female ghost suddenly smiled like a flower, "Then let the slaves take you, young master, to a resort of flowers."

A door opened on the wall, and the woman stepped into it first, turning her head and beckoning.

Xiao Mo couldn't help asking, "What do you want to do when you're so twisted?"

That fellow daoist has been playing with these little tricks, trying to figure something out.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, so it's a journey to see flowers on the side of the road."

Chen Pingan almost mistakenly thought that he had arrived at the Land of Hundred Flowers.

Along the way, the exotic flowers and plants, and the woman who stood with him, all kinds of charms are endless.

In the end, they came to a magnificent hall. Outside the hall, there were young girls who seemed to be calling their names, and reported the names of Chen Pingan and the other two "human scribes".

The young girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slender figure and a frail body.

After Chen Ping took Xiao Mo across the threshold, he saw his wife sitting high in the hall, with a graceful phoenix, wearing a green crown, like a concubine.

There are more than a dozen maids in the hall, all of whom are beauties of national beauty.

As a result, the lady who sat on the high seat said that you two are both talented and learned people, so she began to ask for choruses.

Chen Pingan only drank alcohol, which was a so-called Baihua cream, and when he heard that he wanted to sing poetry, he asked Xiaomo to do it for him.

Good guy, Xiao Mo is not stage-frightened at all, raised his glass, and directly gave dozens of occasional poems singing flowers and plants, and all of them were collections of poems that Xiao Mo cobbled together.

Hearing this, Chen Ping bowed his head and supported his forehead, not daring to see anyone.

Those women were very supportive, they were taken aback, as if they were overwhelmed by Xiaomo's talents.

In the end, it was really Xiaomo's help to muddle through.

Both of them were still holding wine glasses, Xiao Mo said with a smile: "I always feel that there is more to say."

Chen Pingan threw the wine glass with a heavy powdery smell in his hand to Xiao Mo, and then patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, "From now on, you will ask people more about swords and less about poetry."

Already in a busy market, there is an old man selling flowers, white and red, very cute.When the sun was warm, the old man unloaded the burden on his shoulders, took out a fan, and fanned the breeze. Even if the old man was not said to be a colorful figure, he only said that the folding fan in his hand was indeed not like something in the hands of a villager. On the surface of the fan, there was a poem.The handwriting is beautiful, and the words are the beauty's meditation, and there is a signature at the end of the fan.

Chen Ping patted Xiao Mo's shoulder hard again.

Xiao Mo looked puzzled.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Didn't you say that you still have more ideas? Coincidentally, after memorizing so many books, I have a lot of knowledge, and I am really rich in knowledge. The next step is to use it."

Xiao Mo's face was full of doubts, but Chen Pingan looked more like pretending to be stupid, and smiled: "Don't be dazed, hurry up and ask the old man about the source of the fan, and if I pretend to be your entourage, you can say that you are Scholars who are going to Beijing to rush for the exam, maybe there will be a wedding night waiting for you."

Xiao Mo glanced at the fan, frowned, then shook his head, "This young lady's poems are really... as good as Xiao Mo's."

Chen Pingan said with a serious face: "Xiaomo, what's the matter! Have you read so many novels about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies in vain? This kind of poems sing harmony, and praise each other's poems, must be incomparable. When portraying talented scholars and beautiful ladies, you must talk about their poems No matter how well they are written, novelists will write many good poems for them.”

Suddenly Xiao Mo's head was as big as a dustpan.

After that, as the young master said, it was almost a wedding night with a young woman, but in the end, the two parties exchanged tokens of love, which was regarded as a business, and passed this level.

Seeing the serious expression on Young Master's face, Xiao Mo immediately asked in his heart: "Young Master, is it a series of calculations?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "It's not a scheme, it's a conspiracy."

Afterwards, Chen Pingan became the king of a country in a peaceful and prosperous age. He acted absurdly. The young scholar who waited hard, because of his lameness, used subtle words and sarcasm. The scholar came from a wealthy family, but he had half a barrel of knowledge. He didn't know what the girl was joking about. , A big joke was made, and I held a grudge from then on, dropped the wine glass, and said angrily, is the daughter of the living prime minister bullying me, the son of the dead prime minister?

This person's constant planning caused a series of disasters to happen to the girl's family. Fortunately, her father was a high-ranking official, and he was also the leader of the Qingliu. Discussing this matter with his daughter, Master Shang Shu understood the twists and turns, and later he listed a son-in-law for his daughter, which meant that there was an extra son-in-law in the family. Afterwards, Weng and his son-in-law joined forces to deal with the conspiracy of the son who claimed to be the son of the dead prime minister. Logically speaking, the ending is of course that the evil does not overwhelm the righteous, and people love the full moon.

But Chen Pingan, the ninth-five-year-old monarch, just watched those farces with cold eyes. At the critical moment, he didn't say a word of justice for the official minister who was imprisoned, and he didn't say a word for the number one scholar who was about to migrate thousands of miles away. The imperial decree to save lives was issued only before the young girl who was already a married woman was about to become a music book in the church. After leaving the palace, the emperor called the middle-aged lame man to go with the empress. They looked at the embroidered building in the distance together, and the emperor asked the man, what were you thinking about when you were here, now that so many years have passed, do you still remember it?

The lame man nodded and said that he remembered it clearly.

Afterwards, His Majesty the Emperor, who got the real answer, went to the so-called imperial prison, looked at the old Shangshu who kowtowed through the iron bars, "His Majesty the Emperor" squatted down, and asked the Heavenly Official if he still remembered I remember a sentence from that year.

The thatched old Shangshu was at a loss, and His Majesty the Emperor reminded him, what was the first thing you said when you first learned that the lame young man was being teased by your daughter.

How could the old Shangshu still remember those old things, so he could only continue to kowtow, begging His Majesty the Emperor for extrajudicial mercy.

His Majesty the emperor said slowly: "You said 'that's all right' at the time, and then started discussing with your daughter how to clean up the mess."

Old Shangshu raised his head, becoming more and more at a loss, where did he go wrong?

Chen Ping stood up, looked at the Master Shangshu, who most of the time was real, and asked, "That's all? Why is it 'that's all"?!"

Finally, Chen Pingan said from his heart: "Open the door."

Xiao Mo sighed, that Fellow Daoist Wutong really opened the door.

Then they came to a cliff cave, and saw a man who had attained the Tao, sitting upright and passing away, with jade tendons hanging from his nose, a golden book in his sleeve, and an ancient pine walking stick at his feet.

After Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo appeared here, the long river of time began to flow slowly, and the lame man came back to life, "stand up", "picked up" the crutches, and walked "backwards".

A Taoist learns the language of birds in the countryside, walks in the market with bare clothes and shaggy clothes, hangs a gourd on his waist, scoops water into wine and drinks, often drunk on the road in the wind and rain, is good at drawing dragons, spits out wine on the broken paper Above, smoke and puffs, scales and armor vivid.

Time went back "hundred years", until the lame Taoist regained his youthful appearance and traveled to an isolated overseas island. There were survivors on the island, the folk customs were simple, and he loved writing, but he had no teacher or school. This person wrote a word on his palm , taught to those young children who came to ask for words, and only charged one coin per word. "In a few years", copper coins piled up like a mountain.Chen Ping'an also came to visit. Every other month, he only asked for a word of advice with this man who had no name but was a master. The only request was that the book be written on paper, not in the palm of his hand. So Chen Pingan had to bring wine.

In the end, Chen Ping exchanged seven pots of wine and seven copper coins for seven pieces of paper and seven characters.

spring.Book.sound of water.Mountain.sword.water.simple.

This landscape painting took the most time. Judging by the degree of burning of the White Horse Passing Gap Talisman, almost three months have passed.

After that, Chen Pingan and Xiao Mo came to the last picture scroll of other people's lives.

After a great war, there was a cake seller in a rural shop. Every evening, a woman came to the shop with a copper coin in her hand, just in time to buy a piece of cake. I don't know whether I am alive or dead, and the young children in my family are so hungry that I can only come here to buy cakes to satisfy my hunger.The shop owner didn't doubt it at first, but after a long time, he found that in the money jar, a piece of paper money was harvested every day, and some neighbors said that it was a ghost who came here to buy cakes. The next day, the shop owner took all the buyers' money They all quietly put them into the water bowl, and it turned out to be the woman's copper coins, which floated in the water, but did not sink to the bottom of the bowl. I was so frightened that my liver was about to burst. On the third day, the woman came to buy cakes again, and the shopkeeper pretended not to know the truth. , As soon as the woman left, they immediately called the neighbors to the neighborhood, lit torches, and chased after the woman. The woman looked back, her expression was complicated, her body was like a bird, looming, and finally everyone found a dilapidated coffin. The person is already a bone of bones, only the baby in the coffin is as alive as a living person, with a cake in his hand, he is not afraid of anyone.Everyone felt pity for her, and they hugged her and returned home. In the distance, a ghostly woman stood in the distance, raised her sleeves to cover her face, and there was a sound of whimpering.Afterwards, every night, if the child could not fall asleep, there would be the sound of babbling and patting on the bedding, and the child would just fall asleep... One day after that, the woman would finally disappear, and the child would grow up and become an adult. Yan Xiao's daily life is no different from ordinary people, but she often sheds tears silently, just because she can't remember the appearance of her parents...

Chen Ping just stayed in this picture scroll, did nothing, said nothing.

Xiao Mo didn't urge him, just quietly accompanied his son, or walked in the afterglow of dusk, or stood by the shop, or followed the crowd holding torches, walked in the night road, or sat on the steps outside the door, Listening to the children in the house waking up and falling asleep...

Until the ten hours were exhausted, Xiao Mo was standing in the cake shop with his son again that day, and the two of them were standing next to the bowl of water. Sighing, he said softly in his heart: "My lord, you only need to tell the truth with one word, and you can break the illusion here. We should go."

Chen Ping's lips moved slightly, but remained silent.

Xiao Mo hesitated to speak for several times, but finally did not speak.

The truth is too cruel, it may be that the woman is not dead, but the baby died prematurely, or it may be that both the mother and the child died of dystocia.

Just like the man who never returned home, he may have died in a foreign land, or he may not have died, who knows.

Xiao Mo looked up suddenly, and the surrounding scene disappeared, and a sky-high sycamore tree appeared in front of him, as if growing in the water.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head, just overlooking the towering tree that seemed to be hanging upside down.

A sycamore tree with withered and fallen leaves all over the ground.

Xiao Mo glanced at it, and it was the flowing scene of one leaf and one world, looking at flowers on horseback, each with his own life.

In an instant, the originally bright and brilliant world became dim, and another light was suspended above the water. After that, it was like stars in the sky scattered in the mountains and fields, and gradually became denser and brighter. Hundreds of thousands of billions, countless, incalculable.

Xiao Mo suddenly subconsciously took a step sideways.

It turned out that Chen Pingan beside him had unknowingly changed into a man wearing a bright red robe, his face was blurred, and his whole body and soul were made of criss-crossing lines.

Probably because of being overwhelmed by a demon town building, blurred afterimages flashed across his body, the sound of intertwined souls, trembling loudly, far surpassing the sound of gold and stone in the world, like several sword spirit Great Wall's swords appearing at the same time The last hidden official.