Xiang Que has imagined countless times what kind of mentality he would have when Chen Xia left him. He knew that he would be very sad and sad, but only when the sadness and sadness came, he knew
There is a feeling that is unacceptable.
The departure of the love of his life seemed to take away Xiang Que's life. He knew that his feelings had been buried since Chen Xia left.
After Chen Xia's funeral arrangements were over, Xiang Que's grandson, Xiang Zheng's son, planned to take him to live in his old age. Wan Wan's children also begged repeatedly, but Xiang Que, who was used to being alone with Chen Xia, declined the invitation.
Seeing all the people and things related to Chen Xia, he was afraid that he would be unable to help but recall all the moments between the two of them in his mind.
Sometimes, escape is indeed a good medicine.
Xiang Que said: "From now on, I will stay away from you. Don't go to me or miss me..."
What Xiang Que said was really far away. From then on, for many years, the descendants of Chen Xiang's family never saw Xiang Que again. His name became a legend often circulated among the descendants, and there were even many descendants.
No one has ever met Xiang Que, they only know that their family has such an ancestor who once dominated the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui.
At the same time, the name Xiang Que gradually faded away in the Feng Shui Yin and Yang world. People of his generation such as Maoshan, Tianshan, Tianshi and Kunlun who had interacted with each other have either died or left.
, in short, if you mention the name Xiang Que in the Feng Shui Yin and Yang world in recent years, almost 90% of people will not know it, and most of the people who can remember it are already around a hundred years old.
Over the years, Xiang Que has been walking in the places he has experienced. He went to the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor and the Qianling Mausoleum. Decades later, the two imperial mausoleums have still not been touched. A large number of tourists bring a sense of longing for mystery.
Outside the mausoleum, people were speculating with great interest on what kind of secrets were hidden under these two ancient mausoleums of emperors.
Some people say that Qin Shihuang is not actually dead. There is no body under the mausoleum at all. Qin Shihuang is really immortal.
Some people say that Wu Zetian was actually the Queen Mother of the West who came down to earth to practice meritorious deeds.
In fact, these random guessers didn't know that standing next to them was the only old man who had visited the tomb of an eternal emperor twice, and Xiang Que no longer wanted to brag.
Later, when Xiang Que was traveling, he met acquaintances twice. The first time was Yang Qingzhu, whom he hadn't seen for many years. The former genius of Baidi City was also old and lived in seclusion in a village.
My life is also alone.
Yang Qingzhu said that her brother Yang Qinglong failed to survive the eighth thunder tribulation ten years ago. At that time, she figured out that the genius of the Cave Heaven Paradise was just a phoenix tail in the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui.
Later, Xiang Que met Li Qiuzi again. The leader of Longhu Mountain, who was almost the same age as him, was planning to enter the Cave Heaven Paradise. This little person who was once the most grassroots and most struggling finally proved his efforts at this moment.
Traveling all the way, Xiang Que visited all the regions he had ever experienced, and he would murmur to himself every time he left.
"You're all gone, what am I left to do..."
Finally, Xiang Que returned to Gujing Temple.
Gujing Temple is no longer dilapidated. Although it cannot be said to be magnificent, it is at least a lot cleaner and tidier, because the disciples of Gujing Temple in these generations are much better than Xiang Que and others, and none of them are lazy.
Xiang Que walked up the steps with his hands behind his back and entered the Gujing Temple. Inside the temple, an elderly Taoist priest was waving a broom to take care of the fallen leaves on the green bricks. He was obviously stunned when he saw Xiang Que, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
, walked to Xiang Que respectfully and saluted: "I have met the ancestor."
This is the grandson of Qi Changqing. He has never been married and had children. He has always stayed at Gujing Temple and plans to spend his whole life as a Qinglanggang Buddha.
Xiang Que hummed and said softly: "I will stay in the temple for a few days. You can go and don't stay here all day. Being in the world is also a kind of practice..."
After the old Taoist left, Xiang Que went to the Scripture Pavilion and flipped through the classics on the shelf. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to the time when he first went to Gujing Temple when he was ten years old, and the old Taoist threw him into the Scripture Pavilion.
middle.
The old Taoist said: "There are three thousand Taoist treasures in Gujing Temple. You can read them three times for me."
Xiang Que, who was ten years old at the time, was crying and at a loss as to what to do. He felt that this project was too huge, but a few years later he actually read through the Three Thousand Taoist Canons of Gujing Temple.
Xiang Que casually picked up a scripture book and walked out of the scripture pavilion, then came to the old locust tree in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, leaned against it, and read through it casually.
In the evening, someone from the bottom of the mountain carried a wooden barrel up the mountain. He was obviously startled when he saw the old man under the old locust tree. The villagers in Gujing Village had been there for several generations, so naturally no one would recognize Xiang Que. He walked to the door and reached out to take the wooden barrel.
bucket, and then walked back slowly, leaving behind a sentence: "Gujing Temple, Gujing Village, generation after generation, generation after generation..."
Under the old locust tree, four sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed towards Que, all of them filled.
He was holding the rice bowl, the chopsticks in his hands trembling slightly, and he stared blankly at the empty space in front of him.
"It would be great if you were all here... You are all gone, what am I left to do?"
After dinner, Xiang Que closed his eyes and took a nap. When the afterglow of the sky fell on the top of the mountain, Xiang Que seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
It's approaching midnight.
Xiang Que was sleeping, his breathing gradually weakened, and his brows suddenly frowned slightly.
At midnight.
On Zhongnan Mountain, a ray of golden light suddenly fell from under the clouds in the night sky. The golden light made the stars and the bright moon seem to dim in an instant.
The golden light then fell on Xiang Que's body. His body relaxed slightly and fell under the old locust tree. His hands were scattered on both sides of his body and his head was tilted.
A figure rose from Xiang Que's body, and the golden light lingered on the shadow. The figure held a staff, was wrapped in a cassock, and had an eighteen-petal lotus under its feet.
A moment later, another phantom emerged from Xiang Que's body. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. He looked down at the corpse at his feet, and after a long time he let out a long sigh.
The figure wearing a cassock holding a staff met the shadow in front of him. The figure put his hands together and saluted him, and bowed to Xiang Que in the same way.
Suddenly, at Zhongnan Mountain, at the ancient well temple, the sound of Buddha lingered on the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the voice of Buddha also came from the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.
When Ksitigarbha returns, the Buddha's voice appears throughout the world.
Xiang Que quietly looked at the figure that had been following him for a hundred years, and his heart felt unwavering.
Ksitigarbha is a Bodhisattva, but he only envies mandarin ducks and not immortals.
Xiang Que quietly looked at his body under the old locust tree, when suddenly two undercover men walked out of the underworld.
"Give me some time, I will go to the underworld on my own later..."
The two undercover men handed over their hands at the same time and said hurriedly: "The young one is just doing his duty, sir, please do as you please."
Ksitigarbha soared into the sky, with his feet on lotus flowers facing the auspicious clouds, as if he was about to leave. From the beginning to the end, the two of them never exchanged a word.
Xiang Que stood lonely next to the corpse, with two lines of tears falling from his eyes. Ordinary people have tears but ghosts don't.
"I miss you·······"
"If I had a choice, I would also like you to hold my hand and take me to the Gujing Temple again..."
"Hey!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was holding a staff on the lotus, suddenly sighed softly, and immediately took off in the air. But before he left, the staff in his hand suddenly moved downwards.
"Whoa!" The staff seemed to cut through the sky, and a dark gap appeared in front of Xiang Que. Biting winds blew from the gap. In a daze, Xiang Que seemed to see hell in the gap, which seemed to be desolate.
Ksitigarbha stepped on the lotus and left with the sound of Buddha.
Looking at the top of the mountain from the ancient well, Xiang Que stared blankly at the gap, and walked closer with trembling lips: "Old Taoist, Old Taoist... are you there?"
There was silence on the top of the mountain.
Xiang Que stretched out his hand as if trying to cross the gap.
"Shua"
"Shua"
Two broad-backed swords came from a distance, and the swords fell to the ground.
"Pfft" Xiang Que knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Disciple of Gujing Temple, pay my respects to Master, Master..."