Qin Yuelou looked at the peach tree and asked, "Master Yuchi, don't you plan to cut down this peach tree again?"
Yu Chijing waved his hand and smiled sadly: "I won't cut it off, I won't cut it off. It carries so much affection. If I cut it off... Well, when it comes to this, I'm really ashamed."
Seeing Yu Chijing's expression, Qin Yuelou also sighed inaudibly.
Although he has no roots, he can sense the sincere emotions of others, but he cannot experience them himself.
Although I am slightly regretful, it is only a slight regret.
Compared to love, there are things he wants to do and accomplish more.
"It doesn't matter, you are just obsessed with your mind. Doing things that go against your own heart without your own will is not a shame. It is these guys who should be punished who play with other people's minds out of malicious intent."
Qin Yuelou said, inexplicably thinking of himself.
In fact, to a certain extent, he himself has also "played with" other people's minds in a sense.
For example, you peeked into Wei Xiucai's dream about the other party's past, and then used your own way to dispel Wei Xiucai's intention to harm others. Although the starting point was good,...
Ultimately, this is a kind of "playing" or interference based on one's own extraordinary factors.
"You have to pay more attention to this aspect in the future." Qin Yuelou thought to himself.
Over there, Yuchihui and Princess Yunluo were hesitant to speak, as if they didn't know what to say. Yuchihui was fine, but Princess Yunluo saw Qin Yuelou's abilities for the first time.
So Yuchi Hui manly patted Princess Yunluo on the shoulder: "Mr. Qin is a strange person, most likely a member of the Immortal Way. It is very reasonable to have such Immortal Way methods."
Princess Yunluo nodded: "You are right."
But Princess Yunluo also planned to wait for things to happen here, and asked Qin Yuelou if he had any plans to enter the palace. After all, for a talent like Qin Yuelou, the imperial brother would definitely need his assistance.
Yu Chijing over there was very receptive and reacted quickly, so he asked about Qin Yuelou.
"However, I heard from my little girl that sir, you have already figured out why this peach tree cannot be cut down. So can I ask why the old Taoist priest begged us not to cut down this peach tree?"
Yuchi Jing's words were full of respect, but he also asked Qin Yuelou very curiously because he really didn't know.
"It's very simple, because..." Qin Yuelou said.
As he spoke, time also went back to when Qin Yuelou was exploring the peach tree.
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The peach tree sifted the skylight, casting mottled light and shadow. Although the old Taoist priest standing in the mottled light and shadow had not yet revealed his true colors, Qin Yuelou also fully witnessed the dream belonging to this peach tree while half asleep and half awake.
Ichiban.
And this half-dream and half-awake is only a few dozen breaths, and the dream of eighteen years is also condensed into these few dozen breaths.
He also figured out the true identity of the old Taoist priest.
"Old senior, I can see where you are, and I will convey your request to you. Over the past ten years, you have saved the fortune of the Yuchi family."
Qin Yuelou smiled lightly and said to the old Taoist priest. After seeing what the old Taoist priest had done, Qin Yuelou also respected him.
After the old Taoist priest heard Qin Yuelou's words, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Thank you very much." The old Taoist priest bowed.
"It's okay, it's okay." Qin Yuelou waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, but it seems that your time is coming, right?"
After the old Taoist priest heard the word "The end is coming", he did not sigh, but said with emotion and ease: "When I was still young, I felt that the way of heaven was unfair. Why are the lives of creatures like us short and shallow?
It can't be compared to humans, let alone pigs, cattle, sheep, dogs and other living creatures. Even if it doesn't last as long as humans, there will always be a few years to enjoy.
So when I first realized the magic, I connected my destiny with this peach tree. This peach tree was a mortal, and naturally it could not increase my destiny after I had learned a little bit about it. But how could I have imagined it at that time?
So many?
Even now, I still can't bear to change the fate of other tree connections.
Now that I am about to die, I also have some different insights. Compared with humans, animals, birds, fish, and trees, the life of a tree is much longer, just like the ancient giant tree. Eight thousand years is the spring of eight thousand years.
Years are autumn, and one annual ring is thirty-two thousand years. Compared with that big chun, we are not even comparable to a mayfly.
But compared with us, the mayfly lives and dies, isn't it more temporary?
When I thought about it like this, I realized some truth."
The old Taoist priest said.
"So, what's the truth?" Qin Yuelou also listened with interest.
"Although life is long and short, no matter how short it is, as long as you work hard to find the goal you are pursuing, it is enough." The old Taoist priest said.
"The length of life does not limit the width of life, right? That's true." Qin Yuelou nodded and said.
The Tao is neither high nor low, and the understanding of the truth is neither high nor low.
As the saying goes, the truth can be stated succinctly, but few can actually experience it personally.
"Now that the deadline is approaching, I can't bring trouble to this peach tree." The old Taoist priest said and smiled, "So I canceled the magic that is connected to its fate early. If I hadn't saved it in a dream,
After such a long time, I guess I won’t only be able to live in the real world for eighteen years.”
"What's the difference between living in a dream and living in the real world? It's true and false, and dreams and illusions. In the end, they are all experienced by oneself. Isn't that what life is like?
It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, life is like a big empty dream, and the years are fleeting. Only the way of heaven is always there, going back and forth, never changing." Qin Yuelou said.
"That's right, but now there are some children who are about to leave, but there are still some children who can't let go. I can also cast a spell on that Lord Yuchi Jing, but after all, it was that Lord who planted this peach tree, and I was able to share it with him.
Fates are connected, if I cast a spell on that gentleman, whether I cut him or not, it would go against that gentleman's original intention, and it would also go against my Taoist heart."
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said.
"Then thank you very much, little friend." The old Taoist priest thanked Qin Yuelou and disappeared again.
The old Taoist priest was not his true form, or even his true self. He was just a dream body, a dream of "noumenon" that blurred reality and dreams. He was himself, but he was not himself.
clear.
"Is it Zhuang Sheng dreaming of a butterfly, or is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Sheng?" Qin Yuelou, who had seen through the old Taoist priest's true nature, asked himself again. He did not try to get into trouble, but just smiled at himself, and answered an answer that was not an answer.
"It doesn't have to be so clear."
Then, Qin Yuelou left.
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As Qin Yuelou spoke, time returned to the present. He talked for a long time, but still did not get to the point.
But he was not urged, Qin Yuelou just continued talking to himself.
"Eighteen years ago, Mr. Yuchi, you planted this peach tree, and your wife also had a funeral on the day you planted the peach tree. At that time, some people also recited Taoist scriptures for salvation.
At that time, the old Taoist priest listened to this sutra and developed spiritual wisdom, and then received a volume of Taoist scriptures in his dream. After a while, you may be able to see the old Taoist priest's true body."
Qin Yuelou said.
Then, there was a sound of cicadas chirping on the peach tree, but it was not so noisy and boring, but full of satisfaction.
"···Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and small years are not as good as big ones. How can you know this? Chao bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and worms don't know spring and autumn. This is also a small year. There are ghosts in the south of Chu who regard five hundred years as spring.
"Five hundred years is autumn; in ancient times, there were people with big trees who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn..." Qin Yuelou also recited the scriptures in "Deng Xiaoyaoyou" at the right time.
The chirping of the cicadas continued, as if they were chanting sutras, and eventually subsided until it was completely over.
A cicada fell from the tree. Qin Yuelou stretched out his hand and caught the cicada body steadily.
The cicada's body is mainly green and red, with yellow and green spots all over its body. However, it is missing one of its abdominal legs on the left side, and its thin and transparent wings are also full of gaps and holes.
"Fellow Taoist, go well." Qin Yuelou said solemnly, and continued to recite the scriptures. He found a place under the peach tree, dug a small pit, and then put the cicada corpse into the pit, and then
Fill in the soil.
"Sir, this cicada is..."
"It is a cold cicada, but it has lived through eighteen years of cold winter and miserable autumn, but it has spent a longer and meaningful life of seeking the truth in the cicada's dream." Qin Yuelou said,
"You see those children, the boys are chanting and the girls are silent. It's because only the male cicadas can sing and the female cicadas can't. You briefly entered the dreamland of the old Taoist priest under the tree, where you went
The caves are the underground of the peach tree, and the skylight you see is these holes." Qin Yuelou pointed to the holes under the peach tree and said,
"The front legs of the young cicadas are wide and powerful, and they can dig holes from the ground. Although a large number of young cicadas have sucked sap from several roots in the past eighteen years, this cicada master feeds the peach trees with himself, otherwise it would be difficult to feed them.
These young cicadas cannot help this peach tree to grow vigorously, not to mention that the Taoist Cicada will protect your home because of your kindness in planting the tree.
After the death of Taoist Cicada, he also transferred his cultivation to this peach tree. Soon, this tree will also be able to open up spiritual wisdom. It can be regarded as another continuation of Taoist Cicada's life.
Originally, life was like the moonlight on autumn water, and death was like a cicada shedding its leaves in the forest.”
The full moon in the autumn water lasts only one night, because by the next day, the shadow of the moon in the sky reflected in the water will dissipate.
But by transferring the proof of its existence to the peach tree, the cicada is equivalent to shedding its old shell and turning into a peach tree.
The waxing moon over the autumn water and the cicadas shedding their leaves in the forest are all temporary, but they can become permanent.
"So, this tree is not only the carrier of your longing for your deceased wife, but also the continuation of the existence of Taoist Cicada, who has protected your family for eighteen years. It is also a substitute for your wife's witness to the growth of your daughter, and it is..."
It was the place where the woman was waiting silently.
——
Eighteen years ago.
Yuchi Jing held the infant Yuchi Hui in his arms and looked at his late wife's face until the coffin lid closed. That familiar face could no longer be forgotten. There were proofs of their encounter and love in every place.
The sermon of salvation comes loudly,
On a peach tree sapling, a cicada egg heard the sound of the Taoist scriptures and experienced some changes as it fell to the soil.
Then it breaks out of the egg and lies dormant in the soil, thinking about the meaning of its existence.
Following a big dream, Cicada received a Buddhist scripture from an immortal in his dream, and fell into one big dream after another.
But as he grew older, he shed his old shell and climbed up the tree.
Later, Han Chan witnessed generations of his kindred and young cicadas from generation to generation. Although he tried his best to let his kindred embark on the path of seeking Taoism with him, and then brought them into his dream to teach Taoism,
But he couldn't get what he wanted.
Although these young cicadas can all listen to the Taoist scriptures, and there are also male cicadas who read the Taoist scriptures,
But after all, not all cicadas are like him.
In fact, he didn't understand at first why there were so many cicadas listening to the Taoist scriptures with him, but now he was the only one left.
But then he realized that not all cicadas were like him. He was alone in adhering to his Taoist heart and had no comrades. He was even plotted by a mantis in the dark.
In order to avoid the massacre of the people he protected, he could not leave at will.
Fortunately, the journey of seeking the truth is not a lonely one.
Even if we meet him late, it is not too late.
Eighteen years later, that comrade appeared.
"I am not alone in my path." Han Chan made her final chirp with satisfaction.
He passed on his legacy to the peach tree where he lived, passed on his perception and understanding of the Tao to his younger compatriots, and gave the Tao scriptures to his fellow Taoists.
Finally face death calmly.
Before dying, it seemed to have dreamed of something.
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Qin Yuelou seemed to have noticed something, and then he saw golden cicadas digging out the soil layer one after another, climbing up the tree trunk along the soil hole, and then came out of their shells, but it was a jade with the texture of white jade.
cicada.
The jade cicadas chirped in unison, as if there were thousands of them. Closing your eyes made you feel like you were in a forest.
Although the cicadas are still chirping,
But if you listen carefully, you can hear paragraphs of scriptures.
"···Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and small years are not as good as big ones. How can you know this? Chao bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and worms don't know spring and autumn. This is also a small year. There are ghosts in the south of Chu who regard five hundred years as spring.
, Five hundred years old is autumn; in ancient times, there were people with big trees who regarded eight thousand years old as spring, and eight thousand years old as autumn..."
One by one, the cicada dreams gathered in Qin Yuelou’s hands,
From the dreams of these jade cicadas,
It is a pale pink liquid, exuding the fragrance of peach juice,
This is the most memorable dish in their memory.
Then the peach tree bloomed, and a peach blossom appeared, which bloomed instantly.
These young cicadas also inherited the legacy of the old Taoist priests,
It is connected with the peach tree and complements each other.
Originally, life was like the moon in the autumn water,
Death is like,
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