red and white

The little novice took out several mountain ghost coins and threw them with his backhand. The copper coins landed on the chessboard with a tinkling sound.

He looked at the hexagram and remained silent.

Just as Hua Bucheng never took the initiative to ask why Mo Qingbei was driven down the mountain, Mo Qingbei never delved into the reason why the other party stayed in Jiange.

More than 200 years ago, when he was unable to paint and had just won the crown, he won the first prize in the sword test and entered the Cangjing Pavilion. The master asked him the same question——

What do you want?

He pondered for a long time when he couldn't finish the painting, and answered: I don't know.

At that time, he was the most gifted disciple of Penglai, and his swordsmanship was outstanding, but if you asked him why he held the sword, he couldn't get the answer himself.It just seems that I picked up the sword when I remembered it, so I followed the trend and walked all the way.

Everyone knew that he studied hard and practiced hard, but besides practicing swords, he didn't know what he could do, or what he wanted to do.He thought about it, if one day he really found what he wanted, then it would be no pity to abandon the sword and leave.

The sword is like a person, with an indifference and alienation under the sharp edge.

Cold-hearted, unaware.

The next day, if the painting failed, he was ordered by his teacher to go to Jiange to clean up.

On the same day, Tian Suanzi visited Penglai and invited one person to enter the world.

More than a hundred years later, Mo Qingbei entered the Cangjing Pavilion and gave the same answer as the painting.

But they are exactly the opposite.

One person doesn't know what to ask, cold-hearted and cold-hearted.

If one person wants too much, the six sense organs will be impure.

They each have to go through their own catastrophe - those who don't know must learn to be affectionate, while those who are passionate must learn to be ruthless.

Taste the seven emotions, go through the eight sufferings, and finally return to the original heart, which is the only way to be complete.

Ascension to the Tao, for the great joy.

Before the painting was finished and he entered the Jiange, the master did not tell him the time limit for the clean-up, but only said that if he wanted to, he could go down the mountain at any time.

No worries, no worries, cold-hearted and cold-hearted, but when he wants to go down the mountain for something, he has concerns.

Know the pain of worry, taste the taste of sorrow and joy, understand what love is, the ice melts and the snow melts, and then the flood is raging.

In this way, we can achieve the realm.

Changshengzi looked at the people kneeling at the bottom of the steps, and sighed: "You have passed the catastrophe of your heart."

If the painting fails, he knocks on the ground and can't afford it, and only repeats a sentence: "Please save him, the master."

"The road to seeking the Tao is long, one calamity to go, and one calamity to rebirth." The Changshengzi looked at Mo Qingbei and sighed again: "He is your new calamity."

"I know."

"You should understand what it means for you to leave the sword pavilion and go down the mountain."

"I know."

"Bai Yucho is only qualified to be used by the head of Penglai."

"I know."

"It seems that you understand everything."

"Yes." Hua Bucheng raised his head with a firm expression, "Mo Qingbei used his cultivation to cut off the dragon's veins, which violated the rules of the sect. This disciple is willing to take the punishment on his behalf."

"Young Master Hua." The little monk walked out of the golden dome and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Hua Bucheng looked at him, "Besides, Tian Suanzi might save him?"

The little novice was silent for a moment, "I can't."

There are rules in Penglai, disciples entering the world must seal their meridians, if they use their cultivation to disturb the world, they will be punished with broken bones.

There are two kinds of so-called bone-breaking punishments, one is to cut off the roots and cultivate one's cultivation base, and is no different from ordinary people from now on, and the other is to cut off one's heart and bones, and abandon the past.

The meaning of Changsheng Zi's words is obvious-if the painting is not completed, if you want to use the white jade to save people, you must inherit the position of head.

With his cultivation base, it is not a problem for him to succeed, but in this way, if he wants to take the punishment for Mo Qingbei, he can only choose to have his heart and bones broken.

This is a good thing for his practice. He has overcome the catastrophe of his heart, and the opening of his love has just opened, and the six desires and eight sufferings that he ignored in the past will follow. Method.

From ruthless to affectionate, from affectionate to ruthless, this is the only way to be complete.

What's even more commendable is that he is completely willing.

The next day, the head of Penglai stepped down and handed over the position of the eldest son to Hua Bucheng.

"You have to understand what this means." The little novice found him and said, "Even if Mo Qingbei wakes up, he won't thank you for what you did today."

"He won't thank me, but he understands me." Hua Bucheng took out the white jade from the medicine building, "Fortunately, I have something to ask."

He took out a mountain ghost to spend money, "He entrusted this thing to me for safekeeping many years ago, and today it returns to the original owner."

The little novice sighed, he understood what he wanted to ask of him if he couldn't paint.

"It's my fault that things have fallen into such a situation." The little novice shook his head, "I am different from the eldest son of the previous generation. I am seeking a peaceful life, and he is seeking Taoism and ascension. Both you and Master Mo are destined to be immortals. But I dragged him into the WTO arbitrarily, I thought the layout was comprehensive, but unexpectedly I still missed a step."

"At the beginning, Master Mo promised me to join the world to save the people, the condition is that I don't drag you down."

Hua Bucheng frowned slightly, "He is not my drag."

"Yes, you are all willing." The little novice sighed, "I lost the game of chess with the eldest son of the previous generation."

"From now on, Mo Qingbei will be a disciple of Tiansuan." The little novice took the mountain ghost's money and bowed, "As a teacher, I will protect him in this life."

According to the rules of the seven schools of thought, one should not steal other family's unique knowledge, let alone take away other family's disciples.If the Tiansuan family wanted to accept the Mo Qing cup, they could only exchange it with something of equivalent value.

"From now on, the sky will be in the same line, and I owe Penglai one person." The little novice said: "After 40 years, I will pay it back."

On the day when Hua failed to succeed as the head of Penglai, he took Bai Yu to save Mo Qingcup.

Holding the porcelain bowl, he moved slowly, pouring the concoction into the opponent's mouth little by little.

Mo Qingbei was still seriously injured, and his temple hair changed from black to snow white.

The fairy caresses my top, and the white hair suffers from longevity.

The next day, he was tortured for not being able to paint, and his heart and bones were cut off, and he took the position of the eldest son.

Mo Qingbei has been in a coma for five years. After waking up, although his serious injuries have healed, he suffered from leg problems. He cannot hold a sword in this life, nor can he enjoy the life of an ordinary person.

Ten years later, the dynasty was overthrown, Tian Suanzi passed away, and Mo Qingbei inherited the mountain ghost to spend money.

He found an ancient city with beautiful mountains and clear waters. There are mountains outside the city, and there are temples on the mountains.He bought a piece of land in the temple, asked Mozi to build a garden, and planted many ginkgo in the garden.

On the day when the garden was completed, Penglai sent a cart of wood, and the disciple in charge of transporting it said that this was an order from the head when he succeeded the head.

Mo Qingbei asked the other party if he knew the origin of this pavilion.

The disciple froze for a moment, recalled for a moment and said: When the head took over the throne, he had his heart and bones broken. When the bones were removed, it caused a catastrophe. The thunder fell on the top of the mountain, causing a fire and burning down half of the sword pavilion.

Said the disciple scratched his head.At that time, many people from the door went to fight the fire, but found that the Jiange did not hide the peerless famous sword as the legend said, but there were many scrolls.

This gazebo was also burned at that time. Fortunately, the wood used was precious, so it was not burned, leaving only fire marks.The disciple looked at Tian Suanzi while talking, he didn't understand why the headmaster gave such orders, there are so many treasures in Penglai, but he just sent a broken pavilion.

But when the headmaster entrusted him, his expression was extremely solemn: Even if I forget about it in the future, I don't need to ask, I must deliver the pavilion.

Tian Suanzi on the wheelchair smiled and said softly: Thank you.

In the second year after Ginkgo Study was established, Mo Qingbei picked up an orphan in the mountains and named him Lin Juansheng.

Later, Mozi passed away, and his son was young, and he was entrusted to Mo Qingbei to take care of him.In the same year, the young master of the Yao family entered the study to enlighten him.

Two years later, Wuchangzi passed away, and the last thing he did before his death was to send his only son to study in Ginkgo Study.

In the next three years, Mo Qingbei rarely went down the mountain and abducted a child with a piece of candied haws.

Mo Qingbei has been in charge of Tian Suanzi for 24 years and is the shortest-lived person in all dynasties.

At the time of death, all the sons paid homage, but the eldest son had not yet arrived.

The two never saw each other again.

The scenes in the illusion are changing rapidly, fleeting, and finally all the pictures are solidified, like a long picture scroll.

Mu Gesheng walked among them, like watching flowers and galloping, he was rarely silent, and slowly drank the wine in the glass.

There were many thoughts, and finally turned into a long sigh: "The master in my eyes is actually a person who illuminates the cold night with his strength of character."

"Now it seems that he just turned the second half of his life into a year when he couldn't paint."

No one answered, Mu Gesheng looked back, "Three or nine days?"

The surrounding area was empty, and Chai Shuxin disappeared without a trace.

He blinked, wondering if he had drunk too much.

Suddenly, a voice came out from the illusion, chanting in a long mantle: "Life does not meet each other, but moves like participating in business. Tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless."

Mu Gesheng paused, "Who?"

"You should recognize my voice." The other party laughed, "After listening to it for so long, still not familiar with it?"

A figure came from the depths of the illusion, wearing a cassock, holding a porcelain bowl in one hand, and holding five fingers together in the other hand to his chest.

The little novice looked at Mu Gesheng and smiled slightly, "You are not a wicked disciple, why don't you call me master?"

Mu Gesheng was stunned, then turned his head and left, "It seems that I really drank too much."

"Slow down!" Little novice monk with short legs, one walking in front and the other chasing behind, "Sinister! Listen to the teacher and finish speaking!"

"Don't listen or listen to the monk's chanting!" Mu Gesheng ran wildly, and said decisively: "Whether you are true or not, if you act according to the virtues of the sky, nothing good will happen next!"

That being said, with Mu Gesheng's eyesight, he would not be deceived by the illusion in front of him, and there is only one possibility other than that - the other party is indeed a fortune teller from the previous generation.

"I'll give you money!" The other party held up a copper coin, and it turned out to be a mountain ghost spending money, "Do you want it?"

Mu Gesheng paused.

"Buy one get one free! There is still the memory you are looking for!" The little novice danced not far away, "As long as you listen to me, I will give it to you!"

Mu Gesheng turned his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the copper coin in the opponent's hand, "Why is this thing here with you?"

"After you died, the mountain ghost spent money scattered around, and one of them was kept by Mozi, and finally deposited in the mirage." The other party was tired of jumping, and gasped, "They are all centenarians, can you sit down and drink a cup of tea peacefully?" ?”

Mu Gesheng thought for a while, and reluctantly said: "That's fine." He came over and squatted down, and looked at the other party, "What's the matter with you?"

The other party stood on tiptoe, looked Mu Gesheng up and down first, and finally commented: "Disciple, I didn't say that, you are even more down and out than I imagined."

Mu Gesheng lowered his head and let the other party rub his head, "What do you mean by that?"

"The memory is incomplete, and the physical body has been destroyed. You can stand here now. It should be because someone forcibly left your soul in the world." The little novice turned his head, "Look at the smell on your body, is it the handwriting of the Yao family?"

"Almost." Mu Gesheng didn't know how to explain for a while, "How did you appear here? You left this illusion?"

"You can think of it this way, although this memory is a cup, but I also have a share."

"Then what is your business?"

"This is a message." The little novice smiled and said, "But it may be more troublesome to implement."

"It's too tiring for us to talk like this, so don't be fooled, it's all fortune telling, and no one can fool anyone." Mu Gesheng is familiar with the routines of his own school, and he won't follow the other party's tricks, "Let's just say, you keep such a fool." The illusion is here, it must not be to expose the dark history of Master, what is going on?"

"It started a long time ago." The little novice scratched his scalp and said, "Before I passed away, I did a divination, and it was the lifeline of the seven families."

"In other words, it is the bane of the seven schools of thought." The little novice sighed, "The world was in chaos back then, and I was not safe to die. I wanted to see how long my disciples would survive in the troubled times. The fate of the country was too bad. Let’s make it simpler, divination the fate of the seven families.”

Mu Gesheng's eyelids twitched, "How do you say it?"

The little novice said slowly: "The inheritance will be broken."

"Didn't you find out? Now that the Yin-Yang family is in decline, the Mohist family is broken, and the Zhu family is secluded from the world, you, as a fortune teller, can only linger on your last breath. Back then, the seven schools of the philosophers could enter to determine the universe, and retreat to maintain peace. Wuchangzi has to look at Fengdu's face, so you haven't thought about why the Seven Families have declined so much?"

"I've thought about it, maybe it's because after the founding of the People's Republic, they were not allowed to become elites." Mu Gesheng said: "It's been too long since I've been dead, and I haven't had time to adapt to the times in the past few years."

"...Then you are really generous."

"You appreciate the prize, but now it seems that things are obviously not as simple as I thought." Mu Gesheng thought about what the other party said, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you just missed one family, although the seven families have The trend is declining, but the Yao family is doing well, and the next Lingshuzi will soon succeed, and the little girl is quite promising."

The little novice was silent for a moment, and said, "Why do you feel that the inheritance of Lingshuzi is still going on?"

"...what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that the inheritance of the Yao family has been broken." The little novice said, "There will never be another Lingshu son."

"The last Lingshu son, Chai Shuxin, bears a heavenly curse, which cannot be resolved even with the evil spirit of Rakshasa—he has done something against the sky. The price of the heavenly curse is the severance of Lingshuzi's inheritance." .”

"You can try it when you get out of the illusion. Pan Geng's oracle bones will no longer recognize the master, and the Yao family has long since ended."

"Slow down." Mu Gesheng raised his hand suddenly, interrupting the other party's words.

"I can't believe what you said alone, and there is a big loophole in your words. Even if you spend all the mountain ghosts and money, it is impossible to calculate the future so clearly."

"You have passed away for a hundred years. How did you know what you have done in the past, including what you have done in the past three or nine days?"

The little novice was a little stunned by his question, and said after a while: "It seems that your memory is really lost."

"how you said that?"

"As we all know, Tian Suanzi does not enter reincarnation after death, but no one in the Qi family can tell where his soul has gone." The little novice sighed, "But these are all bluffs outside, and we still provide the truth internally. Yes, Qing Cup must have told you, it seems that you have completely forgotten about it."

"The 49 mountain ghosts cost money, and each one contains vast power. Haven't you ever wondered where this power comes from?"

"The answer is that after Tian Suanzi's death, his soul will be devoured by the mountain ghost and converted into energy. Therefore, the mountain ghost spends money to pass it on from generation to generation, but it doesn't consume it, but becomes more profound."

"As for me, I'm an exception. I became a monk halfway. I used to practice Buddhism in Buddhism, and my roots are a little different." The little novice said: "So after I died, I was not completely swallowed by the mountain ghost with money. I still have a little consciousness, which can perceive Some things that happened outside, such as you bought candied haws with the mountain ghost back then, or trespassed on the West Gate of the city with the Patriarch of the Yao family."

Mu Gesheng: "..."

The little novice put the mountain ghost money into Mu Gesheng's hands, "There is a piece of your past in this money. You can see for yourself what happened back then."

Before the words fell, the surrounding space shook violently, making a teeth-stinging broken sound.

"I can't keep you here for too long, Luo Shazi has a red knife in his hand, it is not difficult for him to break through this space." The little novice looked at the source of the sound, "I know you may not be able to accept it for a while, but You can’t figure it out. Ever since your death and resurrection, you have doubts, but you never said it directly.”

"I am a dead person, and you are the fortune teller today. What to do in the future is up to you, and I can't force it."

"But I hope you will remember a piece of advice."

"The Rakshazi is a heterogeneous group of seven families, and it is the beginning of the great chaos."

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The author has something to say:

1. If you don't meet each other in life, you move like a business partner.Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be boundless. ——Du Fu "Gift to the Eight Guards"

2. Immortals caress my top, and my hair will be immortal. —— Li Bai

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