I heard that if I don't pretend to be poor, I will die

Once upon a time there was a little Taoist priest on the mountain, his name was He Ziming.

The name He Ziming was given to him by his family, and the He family is a well-known wealthy family in the town. The family is rich and powerful, so he is naturally a delicate young man.

But after he was born, the He family didn't keep him in the mansion, but sent him to the Taoist temple of Daoist Tianmiao, let him practice with the real person.

But even though his surname is He, he has practiced with his master in the mountains since he was a child, and has never seen his parents since he was born, so he is not actually a member of the He family.

The He family had never mentioned his name in these years, so over time, he used his Taoist name to call himself Zhong Nanzi.

This Taoist name was also given by the master, saying that the mountain was called Zhongshan, and south was the direction he came from, and Zhong Nanzi was him.

Since Zhong Nanzi entered Taoist practice, he diligently completed the tasks assigned by his master every day, sweeping the yard step by step every day, eating vegetarian food, and copying scriptures.

Days passed, and he finally reached the age of 16.

At the age of 16, the master waved to him: "Go."

"Where are you going?" Zhong Nanzi was puzzled.

The master smiled slightly, but did not answer, just left with his hands behind his back, and a sentence floated from afar: "Where are you coming from, where are you going?"

This sentence is quite profound, and Zhong Nanzi doesn't understand it.

He only has this Zhongshan in his eyes, only this faint white cloud, and the Taoist temple deep in this white cloud, and his master is his parents.

Although a practitioner must not seek anything, nor be greedy, only by getting rid of all the shackles of the world can he achieve Taoism and become a fairy.

But in fact, Zhong Nanzi has always had a wish. He wants to go back to the world and see his rumored parents.

Over the years, the practice in the mountains was neither bitter nor happy, and it was an ordinary day for him.

Practitioners can't talk about suffering, because these sufferings are all trials for you, and they are all tortures that you must pass through on the way to immortality.Only when you endure hardships can you become a master, and that is for your own good.

There is no happiness for a practitioner, because the happy days are ever-changing, and every day he experiences is repeated, day after day, without change.

Over the years, he has even been able to clearly perceive all the subtle changes in this Taoist temple and in the mountains.

With the sound of Chunlei, the clothes must be brought in, otherwise you will have a good time in the middle of the night.Xia Zhizhi raised his voice, he had to take out the cattail fan to fan the master to cool off the heat.The leaves in front of the door are falling, and autumn is coming in a blink of an eye.The next day, a layer of snowflakes was spread on the eaves, and the sparrows began to peck on the ground.

In fact, the change is not too big. He has watched it countless times, and he is even a little tired.

The master taught him every day that only by concentrating can he understand the mysteries in the book.

He tried hard, but his heart still drifted outside the wall.

A peach blossom stood up in the corner, which was very beautiful.

"Pa", Master's ruler slapped him on the head, he touched his head and lowered his head, knowing he was wrong.

Every time the master sighed, he said, "All evil fates are all evil fates."

From then on, the master often said that he could not continue to practice because he was not bound by the world.It's better to go down the mountain and have a look. When your wish is fulfilled and your fate is over, it will not be too late to come back.

He didn't believe it, but insisted on following the master, and he was very persistent.

In fact, he also understood that if he left like this, maybe he would never see Master again.

He always had a premonition that he might never come back down the mountain this time, or that something contrary to what he expected would happen in his life.

It's all unknown, but he feels it so strongly.

The master waved to him in front of the mountain gate, and the younger brother who was two years younger ran over and stuffed a red persimmon in his pocket.

He said that when autumn came, if he ate the persimmons on the mountain, he would be reminded of him and Master.

Zhong Nanzi's tears welled up in his eyes.

The mountain is so lonely, only him and his younger brother are studying in front of the master, and the days the three of them spent in this mountain are already his everything.

He was reluctant.

But he still had to leave because he couldn't bear it. The master said that going down the mountain this time is also part of his practice.

Those who cultivate immortals should not only cultivate their body, but also their mind.

But his heart does not belong to Zhong Shan, he really should find out where his heart belongs, think about where he should go, and what he should do.

A twisted melon is not sweet, and the path of practice cannot be forced, everything is determined by fate.

Master always talks like this, but if the explanation is not clear, everything is decided by God, that is, it depends on fate.

You said that this fate is too weird, and the word fate is too mysterious, no one can figure it out.

In the past, he felt that the master used fate to gag him every time he spoke, and he felt very dissatisfied.

Before leaving this time, Master said again: "Everything is up to fate, you can go with peace of mind."

He is not happy.

"Master, you keep saying that every time, but when will fate come? Does it really exist?" Zhong Nanzi questioned.

He wanted to ask this question all the time, but Master never answered.

This time, the master still shook his head and said nothing, just sighed: "What should come will always come, you can go at ease."

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Zhong Nanzi still believed what his master said. Although he used vague words every time and said that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed, he was still his master.

Moreover, Master's Daoist name is known to everyone in the world, he is not a vain name, he has real skills.

Once, he saw his master ascend to the sky with his own eyes, and said that the heavenly court had summoned him, and he had to go there.Then, he came back very late in the middle of the night, his cheeks were flushed, and he said that he had drunk some of the fairy wine from the heaven, and was so drunk that he passed out.After waking up for a while, I came back secretly.

It is true that he is drinking like that, but Zhong Nanzi has always been curious about why the master went to heaven and why he came down to earth.

He never found the answer to this question, and he shook his head when he asked his junior brother.

This time, by parting, Zhong Nanzi fixedly looked at Master and asked, "Master, can we still meet after this parting?"

The master was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head and said, "We will see each other naturally if we are destined."

Still speaking so vaguely.

Zhong Nanzi heard something else.

In the past, Master would definitely say the word "sure", but today he not only didn't say it, but also said "if there is a predestined relationship, we will see each other naturally", this must be gone.

Zhong Nanzi nodded, carrying the burden on his shoulders, and took a deep look at Master.

He said, "Master, will you go back to heaven?"

The master didn't answer this time. He glanced behind him and found that the door of the Taoist temple had been quietly closed, separating him from the master.

Zhong Nanzi wiped away his tears and went down the mountain with the oiled paper umbrella.

This umbrella belonged to the He family who sent him here back then. The paper umbrella was not expensive, but it was well taken care of by the master.For more than ten years, this umbrella has not been touched, it is still brand new as if it just arrived that day, and the red peonies on it are very dazzling.

According to the master, it was a woman who sent him here, a thin woman with fair skin.

When she came to find Master with him in her arms, she only said one sentence: "Master Daoist, please keep this child."

Then plopped down on his knees.

The woman was in tears, Master helped her to get up, but she still refused to get up.

It was snowing heavily that day, and she came with a red umbrella, but the umbrella covered the child in her arms, her hair was covered with snowflakes, her shoulders were covered, and even her hands were red from the cold.

Her hands are very white, but they are full of creases, and one can see that the hardships of life are engraved on them.

Her knees were deeply buried in the snow, and two pits were sunken in the snow surface. Her head prostrated on the ground and kowtowed to Master.

That gesture was very humble.

Zhong Nanzi, who was still a baby at that time, blinked and looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, neither crying nor making noise, very quiet.

His eyes were wide open, clear and unworldly.

The master glanced at Zhong Nanzi, who wanted to refuse, but looked at the kneeling woman on the snow, and finally sighed.

He left Zhong Nanzi behind, and the woman left with a limp, her back a little lonely.

That winter, the snow in Zhongshan was abnormally heavy, and the winter was longer than ever.The mountains are silent, only the sound of crackling snow is heard, which is very warm.

There is always a more unusual feeling in the silence than in the bustle, and Master also faintly smells the unrest in this world.

Sure enough, the next year, the world was in chaos, and it was heard that the He family was ransacked and beheaded, leaving no bones left.

Zhong Nanzi didn't know about this, and his master never told him.

Until he was 16 years old, the master took him to the gate of the courtyard to talk, and opened the door for him to look outside.

As soon as the courtyard door is opened, you can see the villages and small towns below the mountain, as well as the boundless rice fields. Although it is far away, it seems to be very close.

After the master told him these things, Zhong Nanzi listened quietly, and finally kowtowed to the master without saying a word, in exactly the same posture as that woman back then.

The master sighed and said, "This is all evil fate!"

Nie Yuan, he mentioned this word many times, but every time Zhong Nanzi didn't take it seriously.

Maybe it's not that he doesn't understand, but that he doesn't want to understand.

"I believe they are still alive," he said. He wanted to go find them.

Family, this word is a little strange, and it also feels a little faded.In fact, it doesn't seem to be particularly important to him.

Zhong Nanzi no longer knew what was going on in his mind, or what he wanted to do. He just felt that there was a mystery entangled in his heart, and he went down the mountain this time to solve the mystery.

Zhong Shan has not seen anyone going up or down for many years, and the gravel road was finally submerged in weeds and filled with thorns.

He had nowhere to go, so he had to use the flying technique, trying to go down the mountain quickly.

But when he just arrived at the foot of the mountain, he suddenly saw a white, fluffy, very cute mass beside the road.

Zhong Nanzi looked at it curiously, and found that it was a little white rabbit lying motionless on the grass, with its foot injured.

Zhong Nanzi is a kind-hearted person. When he saw this little white rabbit, he immediately stopped and began to bandage the little white rabbit's wound.

The little white rabbit looked at him with wide eyes, not afraid of him at all.

He smiled at it, fixed its leg bones with cloth strips, and released it.

Zhong Nanzi was busy on his way, and he had to continue down the mountain, so he said goodbye to the little white rabbit, and quickly flew to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The scene here has changed drastically. The original Zhongshan Town has completely changed.

Zhong Nanzi can't remember what it was like here before, but he often hears from his master that the town at the foot of the mountain has become something he doesn't know anymore, and the people inside are all unfamiliar to him, there are no old faces, all new faces .

Zhong Nanzi heard someone chatting in the teahouse, chatting about the town's past.

He sat quietly and listened, and finally understood that this town was changing with the world.

The world is in chaos, the town is in chaos, and the people are all fleeing.

This side was finally occupied by the Yi people, and the leader here also became the leader of the Yi people. The Han people here lived with the Yi people, but they were always inferior.

When Zhong Nanzi came, he happened to catch up with the officers and soldiers here to check people.

Seeing Zhong Nanzi in a Taoist robe, they were very puzzled, and they grabbed him to meet the official.

Although Zhong Nanzi was ignorant of worldly affairs, he was also an extremely smart person. Seeing that their arrival was not kind, he knew he was in danger.

But he didn't panic at all, he followed them step by step, always carrying his burden in his hand.

The group of soldiers stared at Zhong Nanzi's bundle with great enthusiasm, curious as to what was inside.

"It looks bulging and round, so it can't be a bowl?"

"Nonsense, he is a Taoist priest, not a monk!" Someone knocked on the elm head of the person next to him.

This town has not seen a monk for a long time, nor a Taoist priest, let alone a Taoist priest with a handsome face like Zhong Nanzi.

Zhong Nanzi didn't know his own appearance, but wherever he passed, people around him would stop and stare at his face.

He doesn't seem to know himself very well.

Most of the barbarians were born dark and rough, especially for this group of people, their skin was smeared and rough under these harsh conditions, and they turned dark black from the sun, which is not good-looking at all.

But Zhong Nanzi's skin is very fair, with a slender figure and slender fingers, he looks like a scholar with a jade face.

Some people joked that he has become a nine-tailed fox, he looks so good-looking, and it is rare to see such a person in a hundred miles.

But some people joked that, let alone, there is really someone who can match his appearance.

Everyone was puzzled and asked who it was.

General Yang Qi.

Yang Qi is the leader of the barbarians here, but everyone is afraid of him and hates him, because he is a Han, but it is a shame for the Han people to take refuge in the sect of the barbarians.

Everyone disdains to mention him, even though he does have a face that looks better than Pan An, and he has captured the hearts of many women.

General Yang Qi was originally a military officer, but he was weak and sick, and he looked so enchanting, he really didn't look like a general.

Everyone said that he was terminally ill and suffered retribution.

Although no one mentioned the crime of treason, everyone knew that he was still unable to stand up straight with the mountain behind him.

Since the Yi tribe occupied this place, Yang Qi has been guarding here and has no intention of returning to the Central Plains. He would rather curl up in the corner of this frontier than go to the Western Regions to become king.

Some people say that the Yi people have promised that as long as Yang Qi surrenders, they will give him a piece of land in the Western Regions and let him be king.

It's a pity that Yang Qi refused. Although he surrendered, he still came to this place in the end, a small corner, a corner of peace.

While expressing their incomprehension, everyone felt that he was very annoying. Most of the town's comments on him were scolding.

Zhong Nanzi had never met this general, but he had heard many stories from passers-by, and gradually became curious about him.

At this time, the soldiers escorting him to the government were still staring at his baggage.

They asked him what was in the bag.

Zhong Nanzi just held his hands tightly and didn't make a sound.

If they couldn't get a result, some people moved their minds.Thinking that if you don't give it, then I will snatch it.

So I really went to grab your burden.

I snatched it, but when I lifted the burden, it suddenly weighed a thousand catties, and it fell to the ground and could not be lifted.

How strange!

Everyone who saw this scene gathered together to watch the excitement, wanting to see what was in the package.

Zhong Nanzi just smiled, and then gently lifted the burden that was originally as heavy as Mount Tai, without any effort, leaving everyone staring at his back dumbfounded.

"God, what a god!" Everyone was surprised.

Everyone felt that Zhong Nanzi was capable and not a charlatan like a charlatan, so they all gave way to him.

Zhong Nanzi still smiled lightly, and didn't pay much attention to the changes in the expressions of the people around him. He just walked and walked with the officers and soldiers.

He had a feeling that every time he took a step forward, the fog in his heart was getting thinner.

There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity here, so familiar that he seems to have been here a long time ago.

Yes, he was born here, so of course he came here.

But he can't remember clearly when he was a child. At that time, he was still a baby, and he couldn't even remember the appearance of his parents. He only remembered that the person who called him by his real name for the first time was his master.

Master's beard has always been white, but his face is always flushed red, very much like the old urchin that his younger brother told him.

Master is indeed a somewhat stubborn person, but he is also a very kind person, otherwise he would not have taken him in during such a snowy day.

This Taoist temple is very unusual. He knows that it is rare for people in the world to see it when they go up the mountain.

On that snowy day, he was sent here by A Niang, and he has taken root here ever since.

If it's fate, his fate is still shallow; if it's fate, fate doesn't want to match him.

He accidentally ran into the Taoist robe of the master by accident, and since then he has been separated from the mundane world and the hustle and bustle.

After being silent for many years, he understood a lot of truths, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer.

He was walking on the trail in this town, surrounded by people, very noisy, and there were various smells, all of which were the smell of people.

He hadn't smelled it for many years, and when he inhaled it through his nose for the first time, he still felt a little choking.

The smell of these people is too turbid, unlike their Taoist temple, there is only a clear fragrance, and the fragrance of the white magnolia in the courtyard.

At this time, he missed the fragrance of the mountain a little bit.

The road to General Yang Qi's Mansion is a bit long and far away.

General Yang Qi said that he likes to be quiet by nature and prefers to be disturbed by others.So the General's Mansion is at the end of the town, facing a river, and there is a bamboo forest around it.

Military officers like generals probably don't like such things as literati's elegance. They are too romantic and lingering, which is not what a warrior should have.

However, this General Yang Qi not only likes elegance, but also loves poems, songs and beauties. He often summons literati to the curtain and orders people to write a poem in half a cup of tea. .

Such a beautiful place hides such a cold killing intent, even those barbarians are afraid.

Although General Yang Qi is thin and sick and bedridden all year round, he is also an extremely dangerous person.

He just laughed lightly, and a head was about to fall off.

In front of him, there are no rules, he is the king here.

When Zhong Nanzi was brought to the general, he was dressing inside.Long black hair hanging down, thin body, coughing sound from time to time.

Zhong Nanzi heard the coughing sound, even through the curtain, he knew that he should be terminally ill.

There are always people who want to do something at the last moment, such as things that they dare not do on weekdays.

"Who is this?" Yang Qi's voice was very mellow, not as rough as imagined.

"This is the Taoist priest we captured today. It's a bit weird." The other person replied.

"Oh? Weird? I like weird people best," he said.

He lifted the curtain and paced out. When he saw Zhong Nanzi, he gave a sudden pause.

Zhong Nanzi raised his head slowly, and he knelt on the ground and looked directly at him. Although it was only for a moment, it seemed that he had known each other for a long time, and the sense of familiarity came over him inexplicably.

For the first time, Zhong Nanzi felt his heart beating so fast, and that strong feeling was unprecedented.

The general put on his red robe and cape, and sat down on the chair, holding the stove.

It was always colder than usual in winter, and he was afraid of the cold. He had to add more fires to keep warm, and had to close the doors and windows tightly to avoid catching cold.

But today, for the first time, he sat outside and confronted Zhong Nanzi.

"Who are you?" was all he asked.

"Zhong Nanzi." Zhong Nanzi replied.

"Real name?" The other party asked again.

"He Ziming." Zhong Nanzi replied.

"It really is you." The other party said something, and there was a long silence.

After all the people around him had gone down, the general asked him to stand up, gave him a seat, and gave him tea.

Both of them were silent, Zhong Nanzi looked calm, and Yang Qi was calm, like two statues.

"What are you doing here today?" the general asked.

"I want to present a treasure to the General." Zhong Nanzi smiled lightly.

"Oh? What baby?" The general was very curious.

As soon as he became curious, his eyes shone like two bright stars, shining brightly. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Zhong Nanzi thought, his eyes seemed familiar.

He took off the burden on his body and opened it, revealing a small golden basin inside.It has four corners, the size of a palm, but it is carved with dragons and phoenixes. It is a treasure.

"Cornucopia." Zhong Nanzi pointed to it.

This kind of thing is impossible to see in Taoist temples. How can something that belongs to the world escape the master's eyes.

But at this time, when Zhong Nanzi took it out, the general felt that it was just right, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Master said, this thing can be kept wherever it is placed, since it does not belong here, it will leave sooner or later, there is no need to force it.

So, today, he brought her here.

The general was very interested, touched the cornucopia, and looked carefully.

Zhong Nanzi threw an ingot of gold into it, only to hear a few clangs, and suddenly countless golds popped out of the small basin, filling the whole basin with a crash.

The general was very surprised. After watching for a long time, he clapped his hands again and again.

"It's a good thing," he said, and he gave him a sword. "How about I trade this sword for you?"

"What the general gives is of course good." Zhong Nanzi accepted it.

That sword was very ordinary, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, exactly the same as the ones worn by those guards.

"This is a treasure." The general said, pointing to the sword.

Zhong Nanzi nodded again and again.

The general touched the cornucopia. Although it looked very light, it was a bit heavy in his hand.

The general smiled slightly, and he said: "A long time ago, I also saw a person who came to me with this cornucopia..."

"That's a coincidence." Zhong Nanzi laughed.

The two chatted and talked a lot, like old friends, chatting freely in the warm sunshine.

They spoke without a word, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

But suddenly, the general paused, a sword was stuck in his chest, and the tip of the sword was still glowing with blood.

Zhong Nanzi supported him, warm blood flowed, staining his Taoist robe red.

"Hey..." The general only let out a long sigh, his hands slowly dropped, and the cornucopia fell to the ground.

With a bang, the cornucopia shattered and split into pieces. It turned out to be a porcelain vase.

There is still a word on the bottom of this porcelain bottle, with the word "He" written on it, which belongs to the He family.

The He family has lived on enamel for generations, and most of the porcelain in this town comes from the He family.This porcelain vase was exactly what Zhong Nanzi's mother brought up the mountain. Inside the vase were his birthday note and an ingot of gold.

The gold was dedicated to Master, but Master confiscated it.The bottle was left to him for safekeeping.

Now he just used a little cover-up, and the bottle became a cornucopia.

However, the general did not see a cornucopia.

He recognized the bottle, otherwise he wouldn't have said that to him.

"I stayed because of guilt. Please keep my treason a secret for me, and you don't want to make my mother sad."

Zhong Nanzi didn't know what he meant, he didn't want to care about his treason, and he didn't want to get involved in state affairs.

He came for one thing only, and that was to kill him.

Master said, to be kind to others, never kill.If you have too much intention to kill, you will fall into the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be able to be reborn forever.

He knew, he understood, but when necessary, he still couldn't control himself.

Looking at the bloody light shining on the sword light, he suddenly understood what his master said, the Taoist temple could not keep his ambition, and his Taoism was not enough to cultivate Taoism. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

This is him.

Blood was stained on the white sleeve, Zhong Nanzi held the hilt of the sword, watched him fall slowly, closed his eyes, very peaceful.

Living is already painful enough, this knife seems to be a relief, and he still has a smile on his face.

For a moment, he thought of his master's words: "Evil fate, it's all evil fate."

He looked far to the north, only to see the white snow on Zhongshan, but there was no such Taoist temple.