Chapter 363 Heaven is not dead, Huang Tian is dead
Huaizhou is divided into north and south by the Taihuai River.
There are many mountains in the north and plains in the south.
Therefore, counties in the south are generally more prosperous than those in the north.
Huaiping, as the capital of Huaizhou, is located where the Taihuai River enters the river. Huaiping County and other southern counties centered on it are all more powerful than the northern counties.
However, everything in this world is always divided into pros and cons.
Although the south is prosperous, due to the large number of barbarians in the north and the factors caused by Yang Chao, the martial arts style is even more fierce. Most of the people walking on the street have bulging muscles and tall bodies.
This is where the soil and water support the people.
It's approaching the New Year's Eve, in a small county in the north.
This county town is not that big, but it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and has abundant mountain products. In addition, there is a tributary of the Taihuai River at the entrance of the county, so transportation is convenient, so it is considered prosperous.
At this time, on the streets of the city, a young man wearing paper clothes and a shawl with long black and white hair was walking slowly, holding a token of unknown material in his hand, with a calm face.
The streets are very lively and lively.
Pedestrians coming and going are in a hurry, busy with their own lives.
There were the loud shouts of merchants, preparing to do the last business of the year and have a good New Year; there were the sounds of children crying, and he took a look and saw that they were wearing new clothes and playing catch-up and fell down;
Of course, it is more casual bragging and chatting among acquaintances.
The human voices gathered together to form a unique noise in the world of mortals, which even dissipated a bit of the freezing coldness of the deep winter.
The man holding the value talisman walked among the crowds of people, observing everything that seemed normal. Even if he was bumped on the shoulder by a strange passerby, he just nodded and smiled apologetically, and then continued to observe and walk.
Because these are things he rarely saw when he was practicing in the mountains, and they are also what he has been pursuing recently.
You can do nothing but do everything, come out of the world and return to the world.
Whether to do something or not, he understood that what he needed at this time was to return to the world.
That's right, this person is none other than Yu Xuanji, who was separated from Qingfeng City and Lin Mo.
After leaving Qingfeng City, he began to travel around the world.
On the way, I saw the river rise and flood the Buddhist caves, and finally the unicorn and the strange beast emerged from the stone carvings. I also saw the big snake in the Snake Cave that was about to turn into a dragon with just an unknown blood-colored orchid.
Finally, along the way I met people I had never seen before, heard things I had never heard of before, and arrived at this small town.
'But it's almost time to go back.'
Yu Xuanji glanced at the south and said silently in his heart.
But at this moment, a luxurious carriage creaked and rolled over stones as it passed by. The horseman driving the carriage above swung his whip, making a clicking sound in the air.
He followed the crowd and stepped aside to let the carriage go first. He happened to see a small dog standing in the corner of the dilapidated wall. He was as skinny as a stick and stood on only three legs.
There is another one, bent and lifted at a strange angle.
Yu Xuanji stepped forward and took out a palm-sized piece of dried meat from his arms. With a little force with his fingers, he broke off a corner and softened it into a paste. He put it in the palm of his hand, bent down and handed it over.
The puppy, who was originally stunned on the spot, was frightened by Yu Xuanji's move and retreated in panic, trying to escape.
But with only three legs, it couldn't react at all. When it moved, it lost its balance and fell to the ground. It kept shrinking towards the wall and made a threatening sound.
Yu Xuanji's expression remained unchanged, but he leaned forward and gently placed the meat paste in front of him. Then he stood up, took the other half of the dried meat, and chewed it gently.
On the street where people were coming and going, a person and a dog looked at each other calmly.
The hungry and scared puppy timidly watched the fish and finished the dried meat. Finally, he took two steps forward, picked up a lump of meat paste with his only front foot, and ate it carefully.
Afterwards, after eating, seeing that Yu Xuanji still didn't move, he finally became bolder, took two steps forward, and took another lump back.
Slowly, time passed, and half of the meat paste was eaten.
The puppy limped forward at some point, lowered its head and licked the ground where the scent of meat still lingered, and its semi-hairless tail began to wag because it had not felt comfortable for a long time.
But at this moment, it suddenly felt a heavy weight on its head.
Just when I wanted to run away, I felt a faint warmth coming from the top of my head, which made it very comfortable in this cold winter.
It raised its head, looked at Yu Xuanji who had leaned down at some point, and barked twice, as if asking why he did this.
Naturally, Yu Xuanji couldn't speak dog words. After touching it for about ten breaths, he raised his hand and stood up.
The puppy, who was still docile at first, subconsciously started to dodge again, only to see Yu Xuanji leave directly.
It took a few steps back and forth, and suddenly found that its limp front legs had become normal.
Standing on the ground with four feet, he watched Yu Xuanji's figure slowly disappear into the sea of people. Finally, he barked twice, his tail waggled faster and faster, and he jumped excitedly to the other side.
Yu Xuanji continued walking.
My heart is still calm.
In this small town, in addition to a new group of jugglers who are good at wielding swords and swallowing swords, there is also an old man who seems to have a problem with his head and is crazy like a beggar.
He doesn't need any money, he sleeps slovenly on the roadside, and when he wakes up, he catches people, be they men, women, old or young, and asks them a question.
'What do you want to be when you grow up?'
The people in this small town are quite simple, and I feel a little unlucky about this, and more of a pity for the old man.
Occasionally, when good people leave, they leave some money behind.
However, there are also men who are bad-tempered or in a bad mood. They curse a few words and then punch and kick them.
Of course, adults don't want to see him, but children still like to play with him.
It's just that this kind of fun doesn't last long. After the adults find out, even if they feel sorry for the old man, they don't want the children to have anything to do with it.
It ranges from scolding and scolding, to calling with hands on the buttocks, and strictly instructs children not to talk to the elderly.
As time passed, the old beggar was still asking:
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
But no one wanted to pay attention.
Yu Xuanji looked at the old man with ragged clothes and greasy eyebrows and hair, stepped forward, threw a piece of dried meat, stood up and left.
He is not a god, he can see the misery in the world but cannot save it.
However, the originally lonely old man did not pick up the meat pie at this time. Instead, he suddenly stood up, grabbed Yu Xuanji's clothes, and asked the same inexplicable question:
"What do you...want to do when you grow up?"
The old beggar's cloudy eyes were full of hope, as if he desperately wanted to get this answer.
Yu Xuanji was stunned and silent for a moment. Instead of leaving immediately, he fell into reminiscing.
What do you want to do?
When he was young, he liked to play in the mountains, chasing butterflies and small animals, running back and forth from east to west.
In the evening, I was reluctantly called by my master to read scriptures and fortune-telling together, hoping that the moon would set early, the sun would rise early, and the time would pass soon.
But as time slowly passed, and when he was the only one left in the mountains, what he missed more was the half-cornered spider web under the eaves of the Gua house...
"Perhaps, you want to be a fortune teller." Yu Xuanji said softly.
After hearing this, the silly old man nodded, smiled happily, and even danced with joy.
"It's good to be a fortune teller, but I want to be a painter. I like painting... Haha, I will definitely become the best painter in the world..."
Yu Xuanji couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he looked at the old man who looked like a child in his seventies or eighties but was as cheerful as a child.
He helped him tidy up his clothes.
"In that case, how about I help you with your fortune telling and you help me draw a picture?"
"Okay! Okay! I'll help you draw, and you can help me tell fortunes."
The old man became even more excited and clapped his hands.
Yu Xuanji let the old man hold the corner of his clothes, and the two of them walked out of the city together.
He originally wanted to find an inn, but he had no choice but to find any innkeeper who saw the old man's appearance and declined politely.
Finally, they walked straight out of the city and came to a somewhat dilapidated and abandoned temple.
The ancient temple is very dilapidated, the wooden door at the entrance is crooked, and the statues in the temple have long been missing.
There is a pile of ashes in the open space in the center of the temple, which proves that it has not been an uninhabited place for a long time.
Yu Xuanji didn't mind being dirty, so he found a pile of thatch in the temple and sat down like that.
The old man also fell to the ground.
"Let me help you with your fortune first."
Yu Xuanji said softly.
After saying that, he grabbed the old man's hand and prepared to read the palm.
The old man didn't resist, he just let it go.
However, Yu Xuanji, who originally had a calm face, frowned when he looked at the old man's palm.
The palm full of mud was so rough that it only scratched away the mud marks. The old man's palm had no texture at all...
"Without roots and roots, or is it transcendent from this world?..."
Yu Xuanji whispered to himself.
The old man didn't seem to understand at all and still smiled stupidly at him.
He was silent for a moment, and took out two or two valuable talismans.
Since it is impossible to observe a person's appearance and draw in the inner Qi of a mountain, we can only directly use the four seasons and six Qi of the heaven and earth as the basis for the prosperity and decline, and then calculate the person's three yuan and nine fortunes, and truly calculate the person's destiny based on the heaven's destiny.
The turtle shell value talisman in his hand slowly began to tremble.
It was shaking gently at first, then slowly and hard.
Finally... it suddenly stopped.
No, it shouldn't be said to have stopped, but it is still shaking, but the amplitude is very small, so small that it cannot be observed with the naked eye.
This time, Yu Xuanji was truly silent.
Because this means that even with the help of the four seasons and six qi of heaven and earth, it is impossible to elicit the inner qi of the old man in front of him.
In other words, the opponent's three yuan and nine fortunes are too huge, and it will take too long to really calculate them.
He didn't speak, just put the value symbol aside.
The old man was still giggling, holding the charcoal he had found somewhere, and scribbling on the ground in front of Yu Xuanji.
It seems that he is also painting it.
However, Yu Xuanji glanced at him, but was speechless.
The painting is really ugly.
The head doesn't look like a head, the eyes don't look like eyes, and the nose doesn't look like a nose.
I'm afraid even the young children in school can draw better than this.
It's just that the old man is content and enjoying himself.
Yu Xuanji was speechless, tidied the thatch to make him sit more comfortably, and just looked at the old man quietly, occasionally looking at the outside world.
A night of silence.
After finishing the painting, the old man seemed to have forgotten about Yu Xuanji the next day. When he woke up in the morning, he left the ruined temple on his own and seemed to be heading towards the city.
But at night, I walked back to the ruined temple in the dark night, and continued to draw according to Yu Xuanji. When I was tired from painting, I fell asleep.
Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, half a month was over.
Yu Xuanji kept staring at the constantly trembling value talisman, and occasionally followed the old man to the city to buy some food.
But the two of them stopped talking. The only connection was that in the evening, the old man was still painting in front of Yu Xuanji.
Half a month later, one night.
The wind was howling fiercely, and goose feathers were flying in heavy snow.
The broken snow scattered in the wind, with the momentum of the strong wind, even blew open the dilapidated door, and a lot fell in the temple.
The old man who had fallen asleep suddenly woke up and seemed to be a different person. There was no longer a crazy look on his face. He picked up the charcoal and began to draw:
Yu Xuanji watched quietly.
With only a few strokes, he can actually outline a rough river, mountain and city.
While painting, the old man shed tears.
Tears left along the wrinkles on the dry and old face.
With the roaring wind.
Between the two of them, with just a charcoal pen, in Yu Xuanji's eyes, the old man actually painted a bustling monastery, lively streets, and beautiful women.
There are dandy men in bright clothes, riding horses, admiring the fireworks in the lanterns, listening to the drums in the pear orchard, reading books in their free time, and smiling constantly.
And in the end, everything slowly faded away like an ink painting, and finally only the rough rivers and mountains outlined in charcoal remained.
Click.
The few charcoal pencils left suddenly broke.
Between Moshan Mountain and Huihe River, there is a gap.
Mountains and rivers collapsed.
The old man threw down the charcoal, sat up suddenly, looked around, glanced at Yu Xuanji, and finally opened the broken door.
While walking, the energy and blood are not strong, and the movements are not heroic, but it gives people a sense of fierceness and dominance, like a tiger descending a mountain or a black dragon crossing a river.
Hula.
The temple door was wide open and the wind was blowing loudly.
The broken snow was mixed into the wind and surged towards the temple.
The old man looked up at the sky without saying a word, letting the snowflakes fall on his face.
Yu Xuanji said softly: "The painting is done."
The originally silent old man did not turn around, he just shook his head and said in a hoarse voice,
"I can't draw well. Where can I draw well?"
Yu Xuanji looked at the charcoal drawing with strong lines and unique technique, and said, "With this stroke, the drawing is already done."
The old man was silent, closed the door, and sat cross-legged opposite Yu Xuanji, with his back straight and his hands on the ground. His eyes never left the charcoal drawing on the ground, and he suddenly laughed at himself:
"The pen is no longer the same pen, and the sky is no longer the same sky. Looking back twenty years, it feels like a lifetime ago."
Yu Xuanji listened silently, only seeing the value talisman in front of him trembling crazily.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
With a calm expression on his face, he picked up the value talisman on the ground, looked down at it, and saw that the hexagram gradually stabilized:
"The way of heaven is impermanent, and the law of Tao is inaction. Inaction does not depend on deliberate action or inaction, as long as there is something done, Mr. Song thinks too much."
The old man was silent and silent.
Yu Xuanji sighed, "Cang Tian is not dead, Huang Tian is dead."
After saying that, he put the value talisman into his sleeve, stood up and prepared to leave.
Opening the door, the wind and snow are getting worse, but the road is ahead.
He dove into the snow and wind.
And at this moment, I heard a silly voice from behind:
"Why?"
Yu Xuanji was silent for a while, "In my heart."
After saying that, he got into the wind and snow and closed the door.
The old man didn't say any more, but pulled the thatch from under Yu Xuanji's buttocks, placed it in front of him, and fell asleep.
The gray river of ink under the thatch slowly blurred.
The wind and snow outside the temple became more intense.
However, not a single speck of snow entered the temple anymore.