Ye Cang has not seen the little golden monkey for many days, and he can't help but feel a little sad, but he is also very calm. Maybe this is parting.

The Master said: "Parting is painful and we cry. How can there be so many heart-breaking separations in life and death? A spring rain meets countless people in the world."

Don't be sad when parting, it's just like a little girl's nature to think about it and look for him. Even if you can't find him, I hope you have no regrets. I will give heaven and earth a bowl of wine and wish you a successful career."

Ye Cang also hopes that the little golden monkey can find a better mountain than Taoshan and no longer suffer as much as Taoshan. When he grows up, how can he not leave home? He only hopes that he will meet again in the morning.

There are many tombs on Taoshan. I wonder if there are any friends of the master. Ye Cang's eyes were a little bitter: "I am just separated, which is not as painful as the separation of yin and yang."

...

The days passed like this, until one day, when Ye Cang was giving peaches to the old master, the master said: "With a pure mind and a clear mind, come to the school to listen to the lessons when you have time."

Ye Cang looked at the old master. He was a little flattered by the master's words. He quickly raised his hands and said, "Thank you, master!"

When the old master heard Ye Cang say the word "student", he smiled and patted Ye Cang's head gently.

Ye Cang's body trembled slightly, and the master knew that Ye Cang had some inferiority complex in his heart, and then said: "Studying knowledge makes your heart pure, so why should you be surprised? Besides, when you were a child, I raised you in my arms."

Ye Cang nodded, then stood still, standing straight. His face, which had been numb for many years, smiled so warmly, and the light in his eyes could be so bright.

Ye Cang hadn't laughed like this for a long time. He saw the little golden monkey for the first time, heard the master lecture for the first time, saw the old shopkeeper lecture for the first time, and prayed for him for the first time...

.

But a long time has passed, and maybe Ye Cang can't remember it clearly.

Ye Cang stayed in the school and did not leave even after the Master entered. The old beggar in the cabin next to him coughed, "Little Sour Confucian, are Shu Xiu ready?"

Ye Cang asked with some confusion: "Master Qi, what is Shu Xiu?"

The old beggar paused for a moment and then said slowly: "If you can't find the gift from the students to the teacher in Taoshan, go to Beishan."

Ye Cang was a little surprised, "Blind Grandpa said that there is a giant tortoise in the north, and it travels on Camel Mountain. Even though it weighs thousands of miles, it can travel ten miles in a day. Master Qi also said that there is a giant turtle in Camel Mountain in the north. If it doesn't come true, there is a giant turtle on Camel Mountain."

Ye Cang looked up at the high mountain to the north. It seemed a little bigger, but he shook his head.

If there really was that giant turtle on Camel Mountain, every time the giant turtle took a step, Taoshan would definitely tremble, but Taoshan would remain as calm as ever, the same every day.

"There is no such thing as a giant turtle, but after the blind grandfather told the beggars, there will always be something. If you can find it as a gift, it will be great."

Ye Cang thanked the old beggar and then walked towards Beishan. After walking two steps, he stopped and said to the old beggar: "Grandpa beggar, I will apologize to the master for me tomorrow. I may not be able to come back tomorrow morning. I hope you don't blame me."

."

The old beggar didn't respond. He had always been like this. However, the master, who had been quiet for a long time, did not fall asleep. After hearing Ye Cang's words, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the painting that was originally placed in the school.

Picture scroll.

The scroll exudes a golden shimmer, and the objects in the painting are constantly changing, all things are growing, creatures are multiplying, time flies, mountains and rivers are changing, seas and seas are vicissitudes of life, and the cycle begins again and again.

The Master's eyes were a little happy, a little sad, and a little guilty.

"No one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes. But can the so-called saints be without mistakes? My own selfishness has blocked the path of thousands of students. I cannot afford to be a saint!"

The Master's whole body emits a strong black-yellow light, which is majestic and righteous. In the light, there seems to be the sound of thousands of students reading aloud, soaring up to the sky, deafening and enlightening!

The majestic righteousness around the Master kept pouring into the scroll, and the scroll kept shaking, as if it had become human, resisting, or whispering, trying to stop the Master.

But the master just touched the scroll gently, and slowly said to the scroll which stroke was added in what year, which part was seen and which scene, and what should be added after understanding, but the scroll remained the same.

He didn't stop, as if he was crying.

The Master's face was calm, as if he was relieved. He kept saying this for an unknown amount of time, until finally, the Master's face became haggard and weathered, his temples were stained with snow, and he no longer had the energy of the past. However, the Master smiled and said:

From the heart.

It's just a scroll on the table. The style of the painting has changed at some point, and the spring rain keeps falling.

The Master was lying on the bed and talking to himself, as if comforting the scroll: "It has been so long. When I open my eyes, you are lucky enough to be by my side."

"It's just... I want to see spring again. I don't know why I love spring so much... but I just want to take a look."

After the majestic righteousness surrounding the Master dissipated, the village became as peaceful as usual.

...

The sky is getting late, and the red clouds in the west are only a little bit of residual light. The bright moon is hanging slantingly in the east. Although the moonlight is cold, it also illuminates the road.

"Master allowed me to enroll in school and taught me, which is a huge favor. I can't wait for Master."

It was the first time Ye Cang went up the mountain without carrying a backpack, but he still walked in a hurry.

The old blind man smoked a cigarette one after another, the cigarette rod kept tapping gently on the table, and Zhen Tongjia sat cross-legged on the mahogany stool.

The stool was a bit small, and Zhen Tongjia looked a little funny sitting cross-legged on it. When he heard the old blind man knocking on the table, he ignored it and just muttered: "Old madman!"

The old blind man spat and cursed: "If you, little bastard, were as worry-free as that kid, I would dare to be like the master."

When Zhen Tongjia heard that the old blind man hadn't finished what he said, he asked curiously: "What kind of thing?"

The old blind man glared at him again without answering, and began to curse. Zhen Tongjia clenched his fists, sighed, and ignored the old blind man.

Zhen Tongjia turned to ask: "That boy Ye Cang... is a little strange!"

The old blind man lay on the white skin, turned over, and said in a low voice: "He is a peach picker in Taoshan... Those three thousand peaches are all his... they are all his."

of......"

"Is Shantao a fire spirit? Ordinary fire spirits can't burn me." Zhen Tongjia asked doubtfully.

The old blind man did not lie this time: "The phoenix fire that failed in nirvana was absorbed by the peach tree and grew into a fruit."

"Phoenix?! How could there be such an ancient spirit in a place as big as a palm in Taoshan? The peach trees looked ordinary to me, how could they withstand the fire of the phoenix? I had seen the whole landscape of this mountain and river, and it was only a palm-sized place.

It's just the giant turtle on Camel Mountain in the north, I don't dare to go there." Zhen Tongjia didn't believe it, but he thought of the giant turtle again.

"Hey! You are blind when you have eyes. This Wuchuan River is huge! It's huge!" the old blind man said with a smile.

When Zhen Tongjia heard this, he frowned for a moment, "Is Taoshan the place where the Phoenix fell? Is this the reason why our ancestors stayed here?"

Before Zhen Tongjia finished speaking, the old blind man interrupted: "Some things are not good to get to the bottom of. Just listen. Don't search for it. Don't check it. When you know it, you will know it. When you don't know it, it will be like a disaster.

disaster."

Seeing that the old blind man stopped talking, Zhen Tongjia picked up the mountain peaches and began to practice. He was already blind. If he continued to be lazy, he would be like an ant grabbing the ground with his head when faced with the dark disaster and uncertainty that would surely come.

He was more anxious than anyone else, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to find out the truth, or that the Bagua Xuanmen would be in his hands and its inheritance would be cut off.

No matter how hard it is, the tradition passed down by his master should not and cannot be broken with him.

Zhen Tongjia's whole body lit up with a hazy aura, like the sun and moon shining together, and faint lines appeared on the flesh and blood. They were completely natural and in line with the principles of heaven and earth, but they were carved in the day after tomorrow.

From time to time, a large amount of sweat would flow out of Zhen Tongjia's face, and his face was distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain. The mountain peach turned into rolling lava, carving lines on his flesh and blood.

The lines carved a few days ago were too shallow, so Zhen Tongjia gritted his teeth, printed those lines, and started carving again.

That was the fire essence transformed from the Phoenix fire after the Phoenix's nirvana failed. To him, it was a rare treasure for carving formation patterns. It would allow the formation patterns to breed divine patterns, perhaps by borrowing the power of the Phoenix.

The old blind man also stopped yelling and cursing, stopped banging his cigarette stick on the seat, and started smoking.

"If you go the wrong way, you have to twist it, and the pain will hurt. If you can't bear it, you will twist your neck, and you will not be able to grow into a towering tree, and you will not be able to reach the sky."

"If the peaches are gone, then go pick them. Originally, only peach pickers can pick the peaches in the mountains, but I will always get some of what is owed to me!"
Chapter completed!