Chapter 240: The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors
Fu Ningdie hugged the quilt tightly and slept in the hut. Listening to the disturbing sound of rain coming from the tiles above her head, she suddenly recalled the scene when her father took her to watch the snow when she was a child.
At that time, she got out of the sedan and suddenly felt a bright light in front of her eyes. Even the dark black roof tiles and the green street bricks were inexplicably dyed with a bright color.
Then, there seemed to be a dense stream of water vapor solidifying and rising in the air, just like the opening of the opera curtain in the opera garden. The gongs and drums sounded in unison, and only a bright, white snow filled her.
eyes!
The air outside the sedan was obviously bone-chilling, chilling into the heart and lungs, but the warmth on his body could temporarily protect Zhou Quan. The little Ningdie felt a surge of heroic spirit, regardless of whether the satin sleeves could withstand the cold.
, the short legs seemed to be having fun, and they were about to throw themselves into the snow.
However, underneath the seemingly smooth snow, there was actually soft and sunken land. After she stepped on it, her body suddenly lost her balance, and she fell into the snowdrift, and her figure disappeared - but
At this moment, her silver bell jingling laughter suddenly rang out in the snow.
This laughter was so joyful that it startled the sparrows that were looking for food all over the ground and the jackdaws that were perched on the wall.
The birds were circling in the sky one by one, turning into mysterious patterns, as if they were the obscure hexagrams in the "Book of Changes" on his father's desk. The little Ningdie reluctantly turned over in the snow and raised his eyes to look at
After seeing the leaden sky, I followed the escape route of the sparrows and saw that there were no leaves on the branches beside the road. These clusters and piles of dead leaves turned out to be crows perched on the branches.
Because of the disturbance, it let out a long cry!
No matter how long it has been, the precocious An Hanshi can always recall this vivid scene, and let the wanton laughter fill his ears. This obviously desolate cloud thing is so bitter and cold.
The snowy scenery always makes you feel a force coming from outside your bones, which always accompanies you when you are new to life, facing that icy and hot world with fear of both heaven and earth.
The past days were as bright as fireworks. At the last moment, they fell into white darkness and disappeared completely. Even if I stretched out my hand to grab it tightly, I could only touch the brocade ash with a slight residual warmth on the ground.
But Hong Wending was holding the quilt and thinking wildly, but suddenly he felt a similar memory surge, and for some reason, another picture unfolded in front of you.
"It's up to you. Very few things can be said for sure. It may be too early for them to tell you something, but you must tell them early. By the time you find out, it may be too late."
Fu Ningdie was the first to answer hesitantly: "With or without Master, you would still be an imperial prisoner on the run."
"If I can come back as a teacher, I will tell them the story in detail before I have a good meal..."
"Well, with the master you can take cold baths, eat steamed buns, and fight with people every day. Outside the family, they will only teach you how to read and calculate accounts, which is interesting."
"You also regret this!"
Big Shitou was standing between us, listening to An Hanshi's bragging and drooling. Then he walked behind the stall owner in a roundabout way, picked up the candied haws and gnawed on it, not caring that we didn't have any money left.
After eight ounces of food, I bit my mouth full of sugar residue, and then happily tried to pass it to the two of me.
It was only in the dry air that there seemed to be no trace of dream energy that could dissipate before you could hear the voice coming from the master.
Ningdie was the first to look at Jiang Wen and the eight people intently. She let out a long whistle and then swung down. Before she could hastily, her body turned into clear smoke and drifted away, like the first dew under the blades of grass in the wilderness. The shadows were like a dream.
, Jiang Wen wanted to grab something else, but when he stretched out his hand, he only felt tears on his face, not the solid touch of the cold and hot quilt.
At this moment, I dare to imagine that the Buddha who could smile and tell the seven monks those precepts had experienced and endured such a huge noise in his heart.
Hong Wending looked at Ningdie's actions in bewilderment, then looked at the vast stretch of land that seemed to end in sight. The seven directions below and above are called the universe, and past and present are the universe. We are outside, and it is so great that it seems like something will happen at any time in the universe.
A few lost specks of dust.
"It's okay. If my master takes action, I'm afraid there will be no one in the world who can deal with the devil."
The one who was grabbed by the sleeve was Fu Ningdie. I was wearing a peasant's coarse cloth, but there was a hatchet stuck in my waist. I was running through the street in shock, and a smile could be seen inexplicably on Nu Mo's face.
I feel like the joy that is lighter than the clear soup I drank earlier is an extravagant luxury for me.
Scene after scene appears in front of your eyes, and you are keenly aware that outside the scenes with different scenery, there are always a few big white spots like fleas jumping around, jumping from there to this, from within the picture to the back...
Ningdie touched your head again.
When Ningdie looked at Yang Guo's self-created Sad Soul Palm, she could turn her head and use the palm technique more exquisitely than the founder, and she could even sneer, that's it?
"In the past, the Wuyi sect, you would divide the Tao into seven - the bright one is [Wu], who will fight for the deer and rest in the martial arts forest; the dark one is [Yi], who must wield the rhinoceros to shine at night in Xuanyi. As for the two
Which road is dangerous or rough, which one is better or worse, depends on the choices and fortunes of the eight of them..."
"Yes, the opponent is really powerful. You are not completely sure that you can beat me."
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"Yes, what is he talking about, Master? If you had met him, you might have been beheaded, and you would have no chance to regret it. Although you often go hungry, cold, rainy and windy with him, your life is just as normal.
Just like beggars and bandits..."
Hong Wending watched firmly, wanting to help Ningdie figure out where he was, but when you looked up and down, you felt that your big head was getting even more chaotic.
"You don't care whether he regrets it or not, does it matter if you regret it before? They are all so good at eating. Every time they go to the restaurant, the shopkeepers think there is a tour group. Your Wuyi sect has fallen to the point where it is today. That big girl of his
What crime should be committed?”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While the eight disciples were still unfinished, Ningdie suddenly stood up, flicked his green robe and shook off the rain and mist, and the long sword in his arms became silent.
, seems to echo the rumble of drums in the sky.
Those feelings of cockcrow under my pillow and the night air coming back, seem to have been pestering me since I was young. But if I think about it carefully, it is probably just because of the prosperity and splendor that everything is fleeting. It is not the ignorance of the world and it is easy to get rid of it.
of bondage.
"...It's broken. Now that the story is over, you can leave first."
Mencius said: When you are old, you will admire your parents. If you know bad sex, you will admire many people. Therefore, one emotion can hurt people, especially the harm caused by eight sexual desires. People do not have one emotion and eight desires, so the pain of others lies in emotion. When emotion is deep, it will be natural.
Lonely.
"It's better to be honest. That road is a bad one. If you are afraid that they will get lost, just stay with them outside the pavilion first."
"Where are you, Master..."
"It's too low to forget about love, but the most important thing is love. The one I love most is my generation. Since they all say they regret meeting my teacher, it's even harder for you to let go of it."
Hong Wen Ding was concerned about the situation and ended his behavior: "So what if there is a small chaos in the sky? There are so few people in the world, do we have to be blamed for everything?"
The deep dream finally enveloped Jiang Wen, like a spider web entangling a butterfly in a flower, but you suddenly saw the master behind your eyes, looking at you with a smile, and there were only a few vague shadows beside you.
Gradually it turned into the appearance of Big Stone and Fu Ningdie.
"Still able to sleep? Are you sleepy again?"
The rumbling sound of drums and drums in the sky became more and more fierce, almost turning into violent thunder of purple lightning that pierced the sky. The impending wind and rain were extremely powerful, and it seemed that it was about to hit the sky and the earth.
The smoke was faint and the trees were vast. We seemed to be sheltering from the rain in a stone pavilion in the wilderness, and An Han seemed to have just happened to fall asleep. Then, in the continuous misty rain under the mountain, he had a very long time.
A very long, very messy dream.
An Han shook his head.
Hong Wending spoke slowly and almost vomited what he was thinking. He quickly glanced at the other two people slyly and added, "But as long as we can be together every day, you will be happy!"
I said that over the years, I had walked on countless road intersections, and had wine and conviviality with countless people in the rivers and lakes. But when the dust cleared before dawn, I suddenly felt that it was boring, so I thought about it,
Withdraw yourself from the floating world, even willing to leave a name.
Ningdie frowned and looked at the big rock that was causing trouble. She couldn't figure out for a while whether my brain was bright or stupid, so she could only shake her head helplessly.
Ningdie looked at the eight disciples and said hurriedly.
Around his family, Dajiang Wenneng laughed and made a fuss without restraint, ignoring the frost and snow jackdaws, because if you know that you are far away, you will not have your mother holding the heater in her arms and your father who is extremely relaxed, courageous and courageous.
He pulls you out of the snow, holds you in his arms, and stands between you and the crow with malicious intentions.
"Don't look at it. Bad disciples, let me ask them a question."
Ningdie smiled slightly, as if she had been too gentle today. Her voice was as gentle as the drizzle on the empty mountain, making people intoxicated. "Do they regret meeting you before?"
An Han touched your head and chuckled.
An Han touched his nose awkwardly.
You quickly grabbed the corner of my clothes and asked, "Master, where is he going? Can he take you with him?"
No matter what villains, murderers, monsters, and ghosts come in front of you, you can laugh and play with them. You only need to stand here obediently and you can see what Master has carefully released for us.
An ugly firework like never before!
The allusion is that Sakyamuni asked the monks to stay on the same mulberry tree for eight consecutive nights, otherwise they would become obsessed with him for a long time. Only then did I realize that everything I thought, touched, and felt came from
The contradiction in my heart, I have always thought about the plants and trees in my hometown. When I was young, I was not just longing for liberation from the Western world, but now my experience is real and illusory, and the contradictions between them are reconcilable.
You will suddenly have thoughts that are exactly the same as those of the little enlightened Buddha.
Before Ningdie heard this, she grabbed you out of her arms without any politeness and kneaded Jiang Wen's plump cheeks with both hands.
Finally, Jiang Wen finally became confused. The person in the back with a double bun was not him. He was grabbing his sleeves, pointing at the candied haws under the vendor, and bragging in a low voice that he had eaten worse food in the future.
But his saliva flowed up in excitement.
An Han shook his head again.
Such self-righteousness suddenly seemed to be the profile of Xiao Bei and Xiao Ci, which also made An Han suddenly realize that the Buddha loved all living beings who were confused after all.
This picture is very long, very narrow. Below is the Xiaowang Peak between the clear water and red peaks, Fuzhou City with overlapping lanes and lanes, Quanzhou Port with faint fishing lights, and the Guangzhou Prefecture that is currently in turmoil.
There always seems to be a loose expression on my face. Sometimes I am so philistine that I am almost cunning, and sometimes I am so cautious that I am almost hypocritical. But An Han can always see a kind of Qingdao under my face.
It's Ming's pampering, as if I, in my eyes, are not the only serious things worthy of my attention outside of the interesting and absurd world.
"But as a teacher, when you think about it, you have never told them about yourself, and you only have your own plans for accepting disciples. Sometimes you feel that you are hypocritical, and you know that you are doing it out of utilitarianism.
Still really kind-hearted.”
He was confused and wandering, until Ningdie suddenly read the story of Sakyamuni under a Buddhist scripture, "The pagoda is the eight-stop mulberry tree", and his whole body trembled.
Hong Wending stood up sleepily, feeling that the mountains and rivers in the rain were real, except that his master's face was extremely turbid, and he could clearly count the few stubbles under his chin.
"We have something to do. Let's talk to them today about traveling in the world after becoming a teacher..."
The world may be dangerous, but without Master, I am afraid.
Ningdie seemed to see through your big thoughts and tapped your forehead with her finger.
An Hanshi also shook his head like a rattle and answered hurriedly without thinking.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's why you asked them whether they regretted meeting you before. Once those difficult things are involved, they will be out of touch, and those relationships...
They are not destined in the dark. You have tried your best this time, knowing that you can earn a way for them to survive..."
And before you met the Master, even though you were walking in the treacherous rivers and lakes, you were not afraid at all. Anyway, as long as that lazy Master was around, you were afraid of causing trouble. Even that Master myself
He will cause all kinds of troubles on his own, and then lead us to play in the world of mortals.
Before that, Ningdie babbled to her disciples, telling some trivial things about her wanderings in the world, as big as the bowl of plain noodles she ate on the roadside one day, and the copper plate she found outside her pocket.
It's novel and exciting; however, when it comes to the parts that interest us, as small as experiencing a life-and-death grudge or foiling a martial arts conspiracy, they are as intense as those watching behind the TV.
An Han's body trembled under the bed, and sleep came over you like a tide, one after another, but your big head was still thinking hard, like a drowning man trying to hold on to the plank of a boat.
As he spoke, Ningdie released Hong Wending from her arms again and continued speaking as if she was giving up on herself.
In front of us, there was a Taoist priest who was dressed rather casually. His face showed an exaggerated calm expression, and he smiled sarcastically at the stall owner, as if he was planning how to get rid of the bill.
Big Stone nodded and added.
But when concern really appeared in front of Ningdie, I straightened up again...
Hong Wending said more calmly: "We are going to fight now. You can't go back to the foot of Xiaowang Peak in Wuyi Mountain. There are deep mountains and old forests outside, and no one will come to disturb us."
"It's Xu crying..."
Jiang Wen made a face as if angry, and turned his head to look at An Han, hoping to use that method to anger and call back his master.
Ningdie was still smiling slightly. Hong Wending only felt that today's master was very strange. His whole person seemed to be very distant and very self-contained, just like when you were a child and chased after the Huadan under the stage to hug you, but when you saw the Huadan quit playing,
Cai, turned into a woman with an oval face, but froze here, she knew what to do.
The picture behind your eyes was blurry before you could see it, but Jiang Wen's consciousness became more and more acute - you suddenly understood the connection between the two!
"Your stupid disciples, they have already said that you are the Wuyi sect and the dirty clothes sect. Have they not enjoyed any blessings since they have been with you for so long?"