After bidding farewell to Capital City, Qi WuHuo took the child around, visiting Mountain God and looking for places. He traveled from south to north and saw many scenery along the way. The child asked him who the second person he wanted to visit was. Qi WuHuo did not answer directly, but just led him forward step by step.
The first step has left the city where he was before, and the second step is thousands of miles away. Pieces of white snow have fallen from the sky, dancing and falling. The child stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes in the sky. His eyes widened, and there was a bright light in his eyes. He looked up and saw the mountains in this area. They were steep and sharp, like spears and swords, which gave people a subconscious chill.
The child's eyes widened and he said doubtfully, "This is..."
"This is where an old friend of mine lives in seclusion."
Black robed Emperor Lord pulled him step by step through the rugged rocks and earth, and said, "He is my old friend. He has shown his talent since he was young. He has been lonely in this life. His father and brothers have all stood in front of him, but in the end he still reached his own end step by step."
"He is the well-deserved leader of the military strategist."
"The world's famous general, human race King Wei Wu."
The child's eyes suddenly brightened and he said, "I know!"
"When I went to eat delicious food in the past, someone was telling stories there, saying that King Wei Wu eighteen riders destroyed the enemy city, King Wu destroyed the Buddha, King Wei Wu Jingnan Remove the Left and Right Sides!" He was full of curiosity about things he had never experienced before, and he told them all in one breath like a treasure trove, with bright eyes.
It seems that no child can ignore the stories and legends of these heroes.
Qi WuHuo smiled slightly. He did not tell the child the bitterness and sacrifice behind the countless heroic legends. He just touched his hair and whispered, "Go, go meet him."
So the child went to visit King Wei Wu Li Zhai.
But I was a little disappointed.
The legendary armor-clad, high-spirited hero now has white hair on his head, and because he practiced the complex and fierce Human Dao Destiny power back then, his face has wrinkles, and his body is no longer as majestic as it once was. He seems to be an ordinary old man.
"Oh? Did your Teacher ask you to come see me?"
Li Zhai asked him with a smile.
The little boy saluted respectfully and said in a clear voice, "I am not a disciple of my senior."
"It's just that senior really asked me to ask you."
Li Zhai laughed dumbly and said, "Is he also such a tough talker?"
King Wei Wu, an old man with white hair, who seemed to have a slightly curved waist and was not as straight as a spear like he used to be, was sitting on a stone. He casually placed the fishing rod he had just used for fishing beside him. Then he reached out and patted the stone with a layer of hoarfrost next to him. He asked the child to sit down and asked calmly:
"Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"
The child's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously leaned forward and said, "I want to hear you tell those stories! Tell me about the great victory of Demon Race, and the story of sweeping across all countries!"
Li Zhai was speechless and said with a smile, "Do you want to hear these stories? However, my stories may disappoint you."
The child was puzzled and asked, "Why?"
Li Zhai said softly, "Because the real me is not like the stories sung outside. I am fearless and invincible. I am also afraid..." He told his own story, about his former comrades who died in front of him just a few days later. He told about driving his mount to charge forward. Destiny Great Formation, a military strategist, connected each other, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
It is more real, more simple, there is nothing to predict, nothing to win.
It's like gambling. Every battle involves putting your life on the line. With fear, you rush forward resolutely and shout to the sky after victory. It expresses the joy of victory and the fear and fear suppressed in your heart. The child was stunned when he heard it. The real heroic story is not so elegant. It is filled with the smell of blood and blades, with the sparks produced by the collision of swords. It is a story of iron and fire.
He was stunned and said, "Since you are afraid, do you still want to go forward?"
Li Zhai laughed and said, "What a child."
The palms that were used to holding weapons and killing rubbed the child's head, and said, "It is precisely because of fear that we do these things. We are all afraid, and the people are even more afraid. Holding weapons, opening the way for the unarmed people behind us, and protecting our country is what a military strategist does."
The child murmured, "What the soldiers did..."
Li Zhai rubbed the child's hair, with a gentle look on his old face, and said:
"Before you decide to do that thing, you must know why you are doing it."
"Why you fight is more important than the fighting and fighting itself."
"What to fight for..."
"Yes."
Li Zhai squatted down, his old but not cloudy eyes held a gentle smile, and he looked level with the child. He stretched out his finger and pointed at his heart, saying, "You have to get the answer to this question yourself."
"But, now..."
Li Zhai raised his head, looked into the distance, and laughed and said, "Qi WuHuo, I have already answered your apprentice's question. Since you are here, come and drink a few bottles of strong wine with me, but don't think about running away just like that!"
black-robed Daoist said gently, "Of course it is."
Standing like swords, spears and halberds, pointing at the open space in the middle of the rocks in Tianque, a fire was raised. The prey was simply processed and roasted on the bonfire. The little boy held a rabbit leg and gnawed it, his mouth was full of oil. On both sides of the bonfire, the Daoist in black robes and the white-haired general sat and drank.
They drank from jar after jar.
The sound of the collision is clear and crisp.
They talked about those days, about the disguise inside the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance in Zhongzhou, about how sharp they were in the past, and about the Daoist priest who hid his identity there that day and pretended to answer the confusion. The white-haired general pointed at black robed Emperor Lord opposite and laughed.
They talked about the past, they drank jar after jar of wine, and they seemed not to get drunk.
The already white-haired Leader of the School of Military lowered his eyes, held the wine jar with one hand, touched the wine jar with the emperor in front of him, and murmured, "Supreme Xuanwei, hold your sword alone and dare to enter Demon Race."
Black robed Emperor Lord raised his neck and drank, saying, "Here's to you as a soldier Li Zhai, who wears armor and has his gun pointed at Human Emperor."
"To honor you, Master, I will open nine monuments and preach all kinds of Dharma."
"Respect to King Wei Wu, bring peace to Jiuzhou and make the world one country."
They drank from jars one after another, and their words were understated and magnificent.
The child over there was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
In the end, Leader of the School of Military seemed to be drunk. He sat there with his eyes blurred, leaning on the bluestone, raising his neck and drinking wine, saying, "Good wine, so drunk..."
"In the last days, I can still get drunk with you, and Zhai Yu's wish is fulfilled."
"If we say goodbye today, we may not see each other again tomorrow."
The child raised his head and saw the black-robed Daoist looking calm, as if he had understood everything.
He couldn't help but said, "King Wei Wu, can't you live forever?"
The white-haired general pointed at him and couldn't help laughing loudly, and said, "You are really just a child. Didn't I just say that the reason why you do these things is more valuable than the things themselves!"
He stood up staggeringly, picked up the jug, and spread out his arms. When he was drunk, he staggered. He raised the wine jar and pointed it at the sky. Suddenly, he suddenly felt so arrogant that he said, "My whole life!"
"Rebel the dynasty, attack the country, kill people, slay demons, slay immortals, and destroy Buddhas!"
"Sweeping across the world..."
"Unify the nations!"
In just three sentences, a surge of heroic spirit reached the sky. The white-haired, wrinkled old man, with his eyes as blazing as fire, displayed an arrogance that would be remembered for a lifetime by the little boy. He raised his neck again and drank, saying:
"My father died because of me, and my brother committed suicide because of me."
"The Sifang Ancestral Temple was destroyed because of me."
"A general has made countless achievements, and I have conquered all directions. Many people have died in front of me. They fought with me. How could I abandon them, abandon that era, and walk alone on the so-called road to immortality... This is not right, it is not right. I led them onto the battlefield. I told them to go first, and my brothers will come later."
The white-haired general looked at the child and said, "My era is in the past, and I belong to that era."
"I started that troubled world with my own hands, and my death should bring it to a final conclusion."
"This life of grudges lasts forever. Li Zhai only lives this life. It's enough."
"Enough to be happy, hearty enough, and turbulent enough!"
The white-haired Li Zhai picked up the wine with a drunken look on his face and a free and easy smile.
The Daoist priest in black robe was holding a wine jar with a gentle look on his face.
Touch it for the last time, raise your neck, and drink it all.
Turn around and leave, never look back.
"Farewell!"
The child was stunned and seemed to be shocked. He turned around and saw that the white-haired man with a bent back and sharp eyebrows was actually more heroic than the invincible King Wei Wu in the story. He was a real hero who truly faced this destiny and era.
He may never forget this King Wei Wu again.
The New Year has passed, spring is coming, the spring breeze is blowing, the willow branches and leaves are swaying, and the frozen rivers in the north are gradually melting and returning to their original appearance. The frost on the river is broken, and then flows towards the distance when the river flows, ups and downs, and when it collides, the sound of broken ice is beautiful.
Then summer came, and it was time for flowers to bloom and flourish everywhere.
Summer is over, the weather has turned cooler, the autumn wind is blowing, and everything is withering.
Qi WuHuo took the child to many places along the way. He went to Land of Ten Thousand Spirits and met the beautiful Lord of All Spirits. He also went to the bank of the East China Sea and saw the ancient Canglong in the Dragon Palace under the sea. He even waded through the underworld and went to the underworld in his sleep.
On this day, the black-robed emperor took him to Fucheng in Zhongzhou. He walked through the streets and alleys, pointed at Refining Yang Temple and talked about the past. He pointed at streets and talked about what the streets were like in the past thousand years. He said that there used to be a medicine shed here, and there used to be a stall owner with a broken arm. The sesame cakes he sold were delicious.
It is said that starting from the direction of the city tower, extending to the bridge, there are places where stalls are allowed. Every night when there is no curfew, the lights are always bright and full of life.
At the fifth watch every day, monks in various monasteries would make iron signs or wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the markets in Zhumenqiao would be open. At that time, restaurants would light up lamps and candles to sell goods, and each portion was only twenty coins, along with porridge, rice and snacks.
Occasionally, there are people selling facial cleansing water and boiling some soup, tea and medicine until dawn.
The child became greedy after hearing this, and went to buy sesame cakes, candied haws and other things. When he came back, he saw the black-robed emperor raising his eyes and walking across the bridge that had a history of more than a thousand years. On the other side of the bridge, there was an old tree. It was very big and had lush branches. There was a stone chessboard under the tree, and the traces of a thousand years ago were still clear on it.
A young man was sitting there, as if waiting for something, holding a chess piece in his hand. Suddenly he felt a shadow cast in front of his eyes. He raised his eyes happily, but what he saw was not the person he was waiting for, but a man in black robes with a very good demeanor. The young man's face took away the joy, and he felt a little regretful again, but he was not rude.
Black robed Emperor Lord said, "This chess game seems to have a long history."
While the young man was waiting for others, he was not rude and said with a smile, "Yes, it is said to have been around a thousand years ago. It was the beginning of the Central Province Prefecture City chess game. Therefore, there are many chess players in this city."
Qi WuHuo saw a wound-like appearance on his forehead.
The young man also noticed the gaze of the person in front of him, touched his forehead, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "Sir, you saw it, haha, this is not a scar I got from fighting with others, this is a birthmark, I was born with it."
"Fortune teller said that I collided with the Heavenly Tower in my previous life and was burned by heavenly fire on my forehead, which is why I left this birthmark. It cannot be removed no matter what."
"However, it was raining heavily at noon when I was born."
"My mother always said that this is already turning a bad thing into a good thing, and all the things in the past have to be wiped out."
The young man smiled and said, "Sir, if you are waiting for someone, why not play a game of chess?"
Black robed Emperor Lord nodded gently, agreed happily, glanced at the chess game, and said, "Then, let me hold the piece first..." He held the chess pieces and gently placed them on the chessboard. His voice was clear and crisp. The young man recognized the trend and recognized it. He was a little surprised and said with a smile:
"This is a famous article from ancient times, but it has some more variations. I just happened to study it before."
The willow tree swayed, and the branches cast shadows on the chessboard. Black robed Emperor Lord played chess with the young man with the birthmark on his forehead. One piece after another fell on the chessboard. The sound was clear and crisp, as if it was a remnant of the past. The young man really did a lot of research, but in the end he won. When the last piece was being played, white-clothed woman was walking on the path holding an umbrella.
The clothes he wore were those of the chess players of the officials in the city. He had a delicate face and a quiet temperament.
Holding an umbrella in one hand to block the sun, holding a volume of chess records in the other, he walked over. The young man playing chess with Qi WuHuo stood up. With joy in his eyes, black-robed Daoist raised his fingers, looked at the fragments of the chess game, and said gently, "Yes, sir, you won."
This young man was immersed in his encounter with Xin High Person Chess Master, when he heard this and subconsciously said:
"The young man's surname is Long. He can't be called Mr."
But when I raised my eyes again, I saw that the man in black robes playing chess had disappeared under the tree. I couldn't help feeling depressed, and was slightly startled. In a trance, it seemed that I had been here before, playing chess with this man in black robes, but when was that time?
But I no longer remember.
He was no longer obsessed with this matter, and just talked happily with his heart High Person about what happened next.
Under the autumn sunshine, Qi WuHuo took the child and walked slowly to the city tower. It happened to be an autumn afternoon, and the sunshine was warm and lazy, making all living things lazy, including the stone statues on both sides of the city gate. Chao Feng and Jiao Tu were lazily basking in the sun just like a thousand years ago, but they suddenly saw the man in black robe and were stunned.
Chao Feng stuttered and said, "Qi Qi Qi, Qi WuHuo?!"
Jiao Tu's eyes widened. "Huh?!! Qi WuHuo?!! Young Daoist!"
They became happy, and Qi WuHuo took the child up to the tower. Chao Feng greeted him happily and said, "You are here!"
"Well, here we come."
Qi WuHuo sat between the statues of Chao Feng and Jiao Tu. The little boy tried his feet and finally made sure that he would not step on the tiles at an angle, so he slid down with a grunt. Then he felt at ease and sat here.
Jiao Tu said happily, "Young Daoist, it's time for you to accept young Daoist!"
On the contrary, the child was embarrassed, but even though he was embarrassed, he still said seriously:
"No no no."
"I'm not a disciple of senior."
"Hey, hey? Then don't you want to?"
Jiao Tu With one sentence, that little boy was directly hit.
Chao Feng asked, "What have you been doing for so many years?"
black-robed Daoist sat here quietly and said, "I am busy with some boring but necessary things."
Chao Feng said thoughtfully, "Really?"
"You also have so many troubles."
Qi WuHuo laughed and said, "Yes."
Chao Feng said very generously, "Then you stay here and watch the sky and wind with us. I will share them with you!"
Black robed Emperor Lord sat here, quietly watching the wind and clouds, just like when he was a teenager, talking about these things in an idle way, Chao Feng and Jiao Tu talked about what happened to Central Province Prefecture City over the years, about whose children were promising, how they were young and innocent, how they grew up, how they separated and finally came back.
The sun was warm and lazy, but it gradually sank to the west, and clouds appeared.
Chao Feng suddenly laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, young Daoist, and young Daoist of young Daoist."
"You are so lucky!"
"Qi WuHuo, do you remember? Remember, I told you before."
"The scenery is different every day. Sometimes when the sun's light is blocked, the clouds turn into colorful sunsets, and the light of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the road like layers of light beams. I remember saying at that time that when such a sunset appears, I must call you."
"There have been many times over the years, many, many times, but you were not here!"
"Today there is wind, clouds, and beautiful light. It's great that you are here too!"
Qi WuHuo looked at the glow on the horizon, the wind blowing, the black hair on the temples raised back, and said gently:
"Um... yeah."
He said, "That's great."
The little boy over there was already happy and excited, saying, "It's so beautiful!"
The sunset glow was bright and gentle, and disappeared after a long time. Qi WuHuo took the child and left. When they left, Chao Feng and Jiao Tu shouted, "Qi WuHuo, Qi WuHuo!"
Black robed Emperor Lord stood still and looked sideways at the two of them with a gentle expression.
Jiao Tu Chao Feng asked loudly, "Have you become a god?!"
They still blessed loudly as before. "Qi WuHuo, Qi WuHuo!"
"You have to practice hard and become a god!"
Black robed Emperor Lord waved to them, agreed with a smile, and walked away amidst their blessings. He walked through the clear night of stars and rivers, through mountains and rivers. When the leaves were withering and the white snow fell on the mountains, he took the child to the small town. The small courtyard in the past seemed to be the same as it was thousands of years ago.
The iron chain lock of the house was locked. He stretched out his hand and opened the chain. In the yard, the Winter Plum Blossom was as before, but it was in full bloom today, just like before. Under the plum tree, black robed Emperor Lord stretched out his hand. When the wind blew, the plum tree swayed slightly, and a petal fell on his palm.
Qi WuHuo smiled slightly, holding the petals, turned around, looked at the young boy, and said:
"Let's go."
The little boy nodded, thinking he was going to meet someone again. He followed Qi WuHuo out of the town and followed the path to the mountain road. After all, Elder Tao did not have the talent to practice. He took pills and fairy wine, which extended his life for five hundred years. He reincarnated and passed away five hundred years ago. It seems that there are not many old friends in this place.
The trees have passed through countless generations, and the descendants of the original little Deer Spirit are no longer there.
Only the bluestone from back then is still there, and the setting sun is red. There are only Mountain God on this bluestone, preaching sermons and enlightening living beings. However, many strange beasts are walking around in this mountain. It is more prosperous than before. And because this place is a Qi WuHuo dojo, there are no demons and gods coming here, so it is a rare place of purity and blessing.
The child followed black robed Emperor Lord along the way, but after several turns, he saw a Daoist temple deep in the forest.
It's a good Daoist temple, but where it is, the scenery is splendid, the mist is scattered, the sun and the moon are shining.
Thousands of old cypresses, thousands of old cypresses, are growing green in the sky with the rain; thousands of old cypresses are building bamboos, and the color of the valley is green with smoke. Outside the door, there are strange flowers and brocades, and the fragrance of Yao grass beside the bridge. The stone cliffs are abrupt with moist moss, and the hanging walls are high with green moss. Every now and then, I hear the chirping of the cranes, and every time I see Phoenix flying.
When the crane chirps, the sound trembles far into the sky; Phoenix soars, and its feathers are five-colored clouds.
The black ape and the white deer are hidden, and the golden lion and the jade elephant are hiding in hiding.
This child had never seen such a pure and blessed land before. He was so blinded by the sight. He looked here and there, as if he couldn't get enough. He said, "Senior, where is this?!"
Qi WuHuo stretched out his hand, pointed to his heart like Master Qiu and Li Zhai did, and replied:
"It's a place of monasticism."
"It's Spiritual Platform Square Inch Mountain, it's Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave."
The child was not yet able to understand the truth. Black robed Emperor Lord smiled and opened the door to open the Dao. Inside, there was a large cauldron burning smoke, which was pure and natural. He turned around and looked at the young man who was looking around and was dazzled. He paused and said gently:
"Are you willing to be my disciple?"
The child was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.
He straightened his clothes, followed the most solemn etiquette of the Human World, knelt before the Daoist priest, and kowtowed three times.
Qi WuHuo folded his hands in front of him and watched him salute with a peaceful expression.
Bodhi Fruit matured for one year, traveled through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and traveled all over the world. Great Dao Lord Qingwei of the Daoist sect accepted a disciple.
He stretched out his palm and gently pressed it on the boy's head.
White Jade Capital in the Heavens, Twelve Towers and Five Cities.
Immortal strokes my crown, Tie hair and receive longevity.
With a gentle voice, he said:
"This is my teacher Qi WuHuo, this is Square Inch Mountain."
"You are my first disciple, and perhaps my only disciple."
"Because of your heel, I will give you the number -"
Qi WuHuo's voice paused.
The green smoke is curling up, the bells and drums in the Daoist temple are ringing, the smoke is surging, and the auspicious colors are flowing, seeming to surround this name.
"Bodhi."