[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Outside the hall, the night is cold and the sky is high, the blue frost is white and the dew is white, the wind and snow are gradually receding, and the toad palace is getting brighter.

The faint moonlight drips along the residual tiles, and the place where it pours is like stagnant water, and the sky is clear, and the shadows are dazzling, like a ghost dancing.

A slender and tall figure flitted among the chaotic shadows, sometimes jumping and sometimes turning over.Although his figure is as light as a kite, he is disorganized, like a monkey being beaten by a bamboo stick, which is ridiculous and admirable. It really doesn't deserve his No.1 image.

In times of crisis, how can we care about other things?

Wu Xinshang's heart is restless, and his body cannot stop.

Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity is waiting for everyone.

But he, who is confused by the illusion, can't tell the real from the fake, the fake from the real, and his chances are far smaller than those of the enemy.

There is no other way but to use everything as a false enemy to defend itself to the point of being watertight.

Before his chance comes, he can't expose his flaws and hand over the chance to attack and kill him to the other party!

From the time when the silk thread on his body stopped pulling, Master Wuxin silently counted in his heart, one breath, two breaths, three breaths... When the count reached ten breaths, there was a "pop", and the silk thread broke.

His heart sank for a moment, his chances were a little bit smaller, and it was still a little bit more important!

I thought to myself, I don't know if the silk thread was cut by the enemy or by its owner.

He prefers the former.

Because if it is the latter, it proves that Wang Lianhua, the only reliance, has probably been imprisoned and can't take care of herself.

However, for whatever reason.

Next, you have to rely on yourself!

Sweetheart Wuxin took a deep breath and looked around.

The ghosts and shadows in front of my eyes are chaotic and false, Buddhas are not Buddhas, demons are not demons, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts.

Sometimes he sees the bloody mouth, and puts a hood on him, and sometimes looks at the karmic fire of hell, chasing him and sweeping towards him.

Truth and illusion, fiction and reality, what is true and what is false?

Obstacles are piled up, and the heart of the Tao is stained with dust... No, no!

In the midst of the confusion, someone suddenly laughed and said, "Taoism is all about cultivating the truth through falsehood, so it should distinguish the true from the false. How ridiculous?"

Hearing this sound, Sweetheart Wuxin's eyes trembled, his expression had been indifferent all the way, like a cold moon in water, but under the other's light words, it gradually dissipated.

The dazzled light and shadow in front of him gradually converged into a figure, his appearance was blurred, maybe it was because of too long a time that Mr. Wuxin's memory of him had been worn away.

However, that free and easy voice was as clear as the wind, just like in the past.

"Wuxin, you rely too much on your own eyes and ears, and the mortal eyes of the naked eye will only increase falsehood, just look at your heart..."

The shadow picked up a jug of wine, and made a toast to the sweetheart from a distance, and when the wine was splashed, it turned into a torrential rain.

Where the wine rains, swords, swords, and demons dance wildly like paintings on the wall, gradually melting away, and the desolate ghost temple turns into a simple courtyard.

Master Wuxin remembered the name of this courtyard - "Refinement Courtyard" of Chongxu Temple in Longhu Mountain.

The Lianxinyuan is just one of the 72 courtyards in Chongxuguan. It is square, ordinary and nothing special.

There is only an old banyan tree standing in the center of the courtyard, which is lush and full of twigs.

The thick roots seemed to be unable to withstand the silence of the ground, and a huge section was pulled out, like a giant python entrenched here.

Huge burls protruded from the trunk, making it look like a hunchbacked old man with a stooped back and an old man.

I don't know how many springs and autumns, the old banyan smiled kindly and looked at the Taoist boys rushing to see, climbed up and down by its roots, and rubbed the rough bark until it was smooth and shiny.

At this moment, it still looks at the child sitting cross-legged on the root of the tree peacefully.

Maybe he was practicing, or maybe he was thinking about something on his mind.

Short and short, round and fat, there is no sign of his cool appearance when he grows up.

With a sound of "Oh", a "heavy rain" poured down, drenching the children under the tree like a drowned chicken.

Wu Xin wiped her face with her sleeve indiscriminately, her round eyes stared at the person in the tree without blinking.

The Taoist priest in the long-sleeved gown squatted on the treetop, also looking at him with a smile.

The Taoist had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome face.The most eye-catching thing is his pair of clear eyes, like a thousand miles of pure rivers, with a blue and melting light.

At this moment, his beautiful eyes were divided into two slits by his smile.

The right hand is holding an upside-down wine jar, the wine in the jar has been emptied, a few drops of amber wine hanging on the mouth of the jar, glowing like honey under the bright sun, slipping mischievously from the mouth of the jar. Drop by drop, it fell on Wuxin's forehead.

Stared at by Wuxin, the culprit didn't show guilt at all, he laughed and said, "I'm afraid a big living person squatted on top of your head for half an hour, and you didn't even see it."

"The vigilance is so low, it's time to practice more."

Wuxin stared at him a few more times, seeing that it was not only useless, but also made the other party's smile widen, so he gave up the useless work.

He lowered his head and sniffed the strong alcohol smell on his body, frowned in disgust, grabbed his sleeves and twisted them, and squeezed out a puddle of water.

He said lightly: "I meditate here, how could I have expected an old monkey to climb up a tree quietly to play tricks?"

Hearing the unintentional sarcasm, the Taoist raised his thick eyebrows and said, "If the person sitting on the tree is an old monkey, wouldn't the person sitting under the tree be drenched in monkey urine?"

Wuxin said angrily: "You!"

But the other party laughed more and more heartily, as if waiting for Wu Xin to point at his nose and scold him.

Thinking of this person's consistent actions, his anger turned into helplessness.

"Uncle Qingping, if you are so absurd and rude, don't blame me for telling Master."

Qing Pingzi was startled for a moment, then slapped his thigh and burst out laughing.

"Good boy, you have learned how to pretend to be a tiger."

“Fun and interesting!”

After finishing speaking, he jumped down from the tree and landed beside Wuxin.

Considering the child's height, Qing Pingzi squatted down, tilted his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "My dear nephew, how about playing a game with my uncle?"

Wuxin continued to wring out his clothes, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and said, "What game?"

Qing Pingzi rubbed his hands together, and said, "Look for a treasure."

Wuxin said in a waned mood: "You like to gamble and drink, and you can't keep the money in your pocket for one night. What kind of treasure can you have?"

Being underestimated by his nephew, Qing Pingzi was a little embarrassed.

He touched his chin and said, "Well... the baby is second, the most important thing is to have fun."

Before I finished talking, I sold a pass.

She stared at Wu Xin with bright eyes, just waiting for the other party to talk to her.

Wuxin knows the other person's temper well, and knows that if you ignore him, he will bother you for a day.

So, lacking in interest, he said, "What's a good way to play?"

Before he finished speaking, Qing Pingzi raised two fingers together, falling like a gust of wind, and tapped on Wuxin's Shangming and Cuanzhu acupoints.

Wuxin's eyes darkened, and her eye veins were sealed.

Even though he was calm by nature, he was young after all, so he yelled a little uneasily, "Master, what are you doing!"

Suddenly, he felt a big warm hand squeeze his face, and he waved it away angrily.

Qing Pingzi laughed in his ear and said, "From now on, I will seal your eye veins."

"Let's go treasure hunting as blind men, do you think it's fun?"

Hearing this absurd proposal, Wuxin was a little annoyed, and said in a deep voice, "If you want to mess around, go yourself, I won't accompany you."

Seeing that the new idea he came up with did not get the approval of his nephew, Qing Pingzi lowered his eyebrows in distress.

With his hands behind his back, he murmured to himself in circles on the spot: "Don't children like to play games?"

"Why is my little nephew not only not playing with me, but also angry?"

Suddenly, suddenly realized: "I understand."

"It must be that my nephew thinks that I am old and have high martial arts skills, but it is unfair to seal my eye veins just like him."

He was thinking wildly but thought he had passed the test, pinched Wuxin's face again, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I will not take advantage of you, I will seal two more veins than you, and I don't need nose and ears, how about it?"

Wu Xin trembled when he heard the words, isn't this worse than the proposal just now?

Although he couldn't see anything, he still tried to open his eyes wide and said, "You're crazy!"

Qing Pingzi laughed loudly, and said: "I thought you already knew, didn't you all call me Crazy Master Uncle in private?"

After saying that, Wu Xin didn't care about her jumping feet, she directly sealed her eyes, nose and ears, pulled Wu Xin and strode out of the courtyard.

Obviously can't see, can't hear, but still runs faster than the wind.

Wu Xin was dragged in his hand, her feet didn't touch the ground, like a flag blown up by the wind... Maybe the flag was a little small.

Since I couldn't see the road, I was a little nervous, and tried my best to use my ears and the direction of the breeze to sense the direction the two were heading.

Just as Qing Pingzi stepped out of the courtyard, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed.In desperation, he forgot that Qing Pingzi had sealed his own ear veins and became a deaf man, and shouted anxiously: "Uncle Shi, there are stone steps ahead..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his body suddenly leaning over.

I thought, it's over.

Sure enough, together with Qing Pingzi, he rolled down the stone steps.

Under the stone steps, two Daoists were holding a stack of scriptures, taking advantage of the sunshine, they planned to go to the Refining Heart Institute to dry their books.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped on the first step, they saw one big and one small, huddling together, rolling to their feet, and they were really shocked.

Then I felt compassion, because there were 57 stone steps leading to the Heart Training Institute, which were long and steep, and the two of them fell down from it, it must have hurt a lot, right?

The two Taoists carefully looked at the two who fell at their feet.

The younger one raised his head sloppily, it was Wuxin, the disciple of Guanzhu.And the one who was crushed by Wu Xin and cursed at him was Qing Pingzi, a well-known "crazy Taoist" in Chongxuguan.

One of the Taoists hurriedly helped Wuxin up from the ground, and said with concern: "Junior Brother Wuxin, what's wrong with you?"

He didn't know that Wuxin's eye veins were sealed, so he winked at him and said, "Crazy Master Uncle is playing tricks on people again, do you want me to tell Master Master?"

Wu Xin sighed softly, opened her mouth slightly, and was about to say something, but was covered by Qing Pingzi.

"Um!"

Regardless of the unintentional struggle, Qing Pingzi grabbed him by the back of the collar, like holding a cat with its teeth and claws, and planted its feet on the ground, like a fallen leaf riding a breeze, drifting forward.

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, singing a crazy poem, which melted into the wind.

"Travel ten li at night, pick out the poetry bag, throw away the clothes bag."

"Tianhan Road is slippery and the horse's hoof is stiff. Yuan is Wang Lang. Come see Liu Lang off."

"While drinking and talking about articles, I startled the wall next to me and knocked down the bed."

"Onlookers clap their hands and laugh at the madness, what's wrong with being sparse, what's wrong with being crazy!"

Looking at the back of the passing lightly, disappearing in the wildly rolled leaves, the shadows of clouds are drizzling, and the shadows of cranes are leisurely.

The two Daozi looked at each other, suddenly felt that this crazy uncle was a bit detached.