you are my monster

After this time, Weiyuan started to visit this small hill more frequently.

"Brother Shi, I'm going down the mountain to do some business, so I came to see you."

"Brother Shi, I'm back, are you okay?"

"Brother Shi, I seldom think about those years. Even when I think about it, it seems like I'm thinking about other people's affairs. Does it mean that I have let go?"

"Brother Shi, I may not be very talented in pharmacology. I have blown up a dozen medicine cauldrons in the past few days. It is estimated that the third uncle will never let me enter Zhilan Valley again."

"Brother Shi, I have learned a new piece of flute music. Don't laugh at me if I show my clumsiness for a moment."

Probably after becoming a disciple of a certain status, the teacher's sect has less restrictions, and it is more free to come and go.It often happened just in time for me to eat wine and play chess with demon friends, resolve disputes, and even when a couple of fox girls, Shan Mei girls, were sending me glances.It made me have to drop everything at hand, and ran to the mountain and turned into a stone to lie down.Therefore, he suffered a lot of ridicule.

"Old Qing, don't you dislike being associated with immortal characters? What happened to that little Taoist priest?"

"I heard that this little Taoist priest has harvested you as a demon pet since he was a child. It seems to be true? Do you want my brother to help you out?"

"Tsk tsk, this little Taoist priest is nothing more than an ordinary mortal, how can he make you go round, brother Qinghui?"

"Brother Qing, you hate me so much, people don't want to talk to you anymore!"

Hey, I am also very depressed, when will this be the end?

However, the ditties he played were quite nice. Listening to him playing, basking in the sun, I happened to doze off for a while.

Changchen would come to him occasionally.

"Junior brother, the master has something to do, hurry back, why do you always come here?"

He didn't answer, stood up with a smile, followed Changchen back, and said to me: "Brother Shi, take your leave."

Chang Chen often looks helpless: "A stone. Junior brother, don't always worry too much about some common things."

Uh huh, you actually said that this seat is a vulgar thing?Well, the ignorant are not guilty.

The days passed by like this, and decades later, Weiyuan's younger brother passed away. When he passed away, he was already a little old man with gray beard and hair, and most of his princes were half-bearded old men. After a fight between pinching me and pinching you, one of them seized the throne.

Weiyuan didn't care about it, he probably looked away, when he came to me, he didn't mention these things, he still talked about trivial things.

He still looks like a young man in his twenties, and he is only a big disciple in the master's school.The difference between the immortal way and the common way is becoming more and more obvious.

I don't know if those elders of the Xuanguang Sect will still say that Weiyuan is not a material for cultivating immortals.He is already the most accomplished among the disciples of his generation.Compete with friends.He is often asked to take the lead in slaying demons in the lower realms. He has mastered the knack of comprehending immortal arts, and his state of mind is already detached, so he doesn't need my help.

Sometimes, I would doze off, listen to the music, and think in a daze, maybe I would watch him walk forward step by step, until the day he ascended to immortality.

I don't know what kind of fairy he will become?

Thinking of immortals, Jiansui's face popped out of the corners of my consciousness again.

At that time, he stood in front of my eyes with an extraordinary appearance——

"Shitou, do you want to follow me to cultivate immortality?"

I shivered, hurriedly climbed up Songyun Mountain at night, and entrusted Wei Yuan with a dream.

I haven't been here for a long time, and the road is a little strange.Weiyuan actually still lives in that small courtyard, but because of his high status, the small courtyard has become a place where he lives alone.

I dragged Weiyuan into the dreamland, and said to him earnestly: "Remember, if one day you become a fairy, don't become a guy who talks nonsense, be honest, and don't fool simple spirits to follow you to cultivate immortality."

He looked at me in bewilderment: "Your Excellency has repeatedly photographed me in dreams, why is it that you always refuse to tell me the name of the immortal?"

I said, "I don't have a fairy name."

I was afraid that telling the truth would shake his mood, but I hesitated and told the truth.

"This seat is not a fairy."

His expression didn't seem to change.

Well, concentration is not bad.

If it's not a fairy, he can imagine what it is. If he is not stupid, he should be able to think of it.

I made a puff of black smoke on purpose to add some hints.

"You don't need to panic. I have absolutely no ill intentions towards you. I just help out casually. If you continue to cultivate like this, you will have no problem becoming an immortal. Just remember that after becoming an immortal, you must be an immortal who does not lie."

I floated away, and then Weiyuan came to Xiaoshanpo again, but it was still the same as usual, and he didn't mention this dream.

One day, he came to the hillside again, and after a song, he suddenly said: "Brother Shi, should you also have a name?"

Ok?

He put his hand on my body and murmured: "Mottled moss, wrong stone pattern, green back."

I shivered.

No way!How can this be!How could he say these two words?

How many words are there in the world?How could he have chosen these two words by chance, in the same order!

I remembered that yellow talisman, that formula many years ago...

It seems that it has not been erased, I just erased his memory, but those two words have been melted into his blood by the spell, and may not be completely erased.

It's unlikely, but if it recovers...

I cautiously continued to lie down. After he finished speaking, he just smiled and sat down as usual.

After he left, I thought about it and made a decision.

Once again, when he came, there was no majestic body on the hillside, only a piece of scorched earth and gravel.

My good friend Xiong Wang turned into a woodcutter and dutifully explained.

"What is the Taoist priest doing here? Hey...this rock was shattered by lightning a few days ago, what a pity... It seems that even mountains and rocks can't escape the days."

I hid nearby and saw him standing silently, motionless, more like a stone than me.

It wasn't until the next morning that he moved and turned around. Although I was hidden, I couldn't help standing behind the tree.

He didn't do anything more, stepped on his sword and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief.From today on, you can live your life without changing.

For some reason, there was a sense of emptiness.I think it was because I got used to it before, but once I change it, I will not adapt to it after all.

But what I didn't expect was that he would continue to come over.

When I sensed that familiar breath, I was taken aback, and turned to look, it was indeed him.

But unlike before, he stopped talking, just stood or sat in the original place for a while, and then left in silence.

It seems he really likes this place.

Forget it, leave me alone.

After another period of time, the mortal world has changed, and wars have begun, and it seems that the dynasty is about to change.

Just like people have birth, old age, sickness and death, a dynasty also has its own destiny, and when its destiny is exhausted, a new one will take its place. This is the rule of the secular world, and no one can escape it.

But one day, when Weiyuan came to this hillside, I always felt that he was different from usual.

His eyebrows were furrowed. Although I haven't smiled much since I escaped, his expression has never been so serious.

I couldn't help but inquired again. It turned out that in fact, the members of Weiyuan's family always remembered him, but they just pretended to forget him.When the high walls of the imperial palace were about to collapse, he suddenly remembered that there was such a master of Taoism.

A young man named Zeng Weiyuan kowtowed up Songyun Mountain one step at a time, and knelt outside the gate of Xuanguang Sect.

Wei Yuan was gone, but the young man was very persistent, passed out, was dragged down the mountain, and then climbed up again.

Finally Wei Yuan had no choice but to come out: "I am a cultivator, I have already cut off the relationship with the world, I have nothing to do with the world or you, you go back."

The young man's chapped lips trembled: "My children and grandchildren are incompetent. I shouldn't have disturbed my great-grandfather Qingxiu, but in this world, I have no one to turn to except my great-grandfather. If my great-grandfather doesn't save me, I have only one way to die anyway. I might as well die." it's here."

Wei Yuan frowned and lowered his eyes to look at the weak and dying young man, without saying a word.

I watched this scene from my side, with an ominous premonition.

The boy didn't last long, and passed out again.Just as the people on the left and right were about to step forward to carry him, Wei Yuan slowly leaned over and hugged him.

With this hug, he not only picked up the child, but also picked up his heart.

Chang Chen said: "Junior Brother, don't be confused! This is..."

He sighed, and stopped Chang Chen's words: "Brother, I understand, but this is my destiny."

He carried the boy into the small courtyard where he lived, sealed the courtyard door, and put him on the bed.When he was standing by the bed and there was no one around, I decisively cast a spell to make him fall asleep and drag him into a dream.

"There is nothing so predestined in the world. People who practice the Tao must have the heart to rebel against fate! For example, you, many people say that you are not suitable for cultivating the Tao, but after being instructed by this seat, isn't your cultivation level pretty good?"

He looked at me, didn't answer, the whole dream suddenly bumped up, before I had time to strengthen it, the dream collapsed, he opened his eyes, and tucked the quilt for the boy on the bed.

The boy reached out from under the quilt and grabbed his sleeve.

He put the boy's hand back into the quilt: "Would you like to stay here and practice Taoism with me?"

The boy's eyes suddenly opened, and there was firmness in the clear eyes: "If there is peace and prosperity, I can give up the throne, but at this time, I can't give up."

He nodded slightly: "Sleep well, I will follow you down the mountain tomorrow."