Xiang Que has fantasized countless times, what kind of mentality he would have when Chen Xia left him, he knew that he would be very sad, and that he would be very sad, but when sadness and sadness came, he knew
There is a feeling that it is unacceptable.
The departure of the love that he had lived in 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 was over, Xiang Que's grandson, Xiang Zheng's son, planned to take him to take care of him. Wan Kun's child also repeatedly begged, but Xiang Que, who was already accustomed to being alone with Chen Xia, refused the invitation from his younger generation.
Seeing all the people and things related to Chen Xia, he was afraid that he would not help but recall all the fragments of the two of them in his mind.
Sometimes, escaping is indeed a good medicine.
Xiang Que said: "From now on, I will stay away from you, don't look for me, don't miss me..."
The distance that Xiang Que said was really far away. In many years since then, the descendants of Chen Xiang and the two families have never seen Xiang Que again. His name has become a legend that is often circulated in the mouths of the younger generation, and there are even many descendants.
No one has ever seen Xiang Que, but he only knows that there is such an ancestor who once dominated the Feng Shui Yin and Yang world.
At the same time, the name Xiang Que gradually faded into the Feng Shui Yin and Yang Realm. His generation of Maoshan, Tianshan, Tianshi, Kunlun and other people who had dealt with him were either dead or left Hedao
In short, if you mention the name Xiang Que in the Feng Shui and Yin Yang world in recent years, almost 90% of people will not know it. Most of the people who can remember it are already about 100 years old.
Xiangque has been walking in the places he has experienced over the years. He went to the Qin Emperor Mausoleum and Qianling Mausoleum. After decades, two imperial tombs have not been passive. A large number of tourists have a hint of longing for the mystery.
Outside the tomb was full of interest and speculation about what kind of secrets were hidden under these two ancient imperial tombs.
Some people say that Qin Shihuang was not dead, and there was no body under the tomb. Qin Shihuang was really immortal.
Some people say that Wu Zetian actually came to the earth to cultivate merits.
In fact, these random guessers didn't know that the only old man who had visited the tomb of the emperors of the ages stood beside them twice, and Xiang Que didn't have the intention of bragging.
Later, when Xiang Que was traveling, he met an acquaintance twice. The first time he met Yang Qingzhu. He hadn't seen him for many years. The former genius of Baidi City was also old and lived in a seclusion in a village.
Life is also alone.
Yang Qingzhu said that her brother Yang Qinglong had not survived the eighth thunder tribulation ten years ago. At that time, she figured it out that a generation of geniuses in the blessed world were just a phoenix tail in the Feng Shui Yin and Yang Realm.
Later, Xiang Que met Li Qiuzi again, the head of Longhu Mountain who was almost the same age as him, and was planning to enter the world of the cave. This little person who was once the most grassroots and most struggling, finally proved his efforts at this moment.
Traveling along the way, he traveled all the areas he had experienced, and he would murmur to himself every time he left.
"You all left, what am I left?"
Finally, Xiang Que returned to Gujing Temple.
Gujingguan is no longer dilapidated. Although it is not magnificent, it is at least much cleaner and tidy, because the disciples of Gujingguan in these generations have become much more competitive than Xiang Que and others, and none of them have a lazy personality.
Xiangque walked up the steps with his hands behind his back and entered the ancient well. An elderly Taoist priest in the temple was waving a broom to take care of the fallen leaves on the blue bricks. After seeing Xiangque, he was obviously stunned, and then he came back to his senses for a long time.
, walked respectfully to Que and bowed: "I have met the ancestor"
This is Qi Changqing's grandson. He has always been unmarried and stayed at Gujingguan. He plans to be the Qinglantern and Ancient Buddha for the rest of his life.
Xiangque nodded and said softly: "I'll stay in the temple for a few days. You go, don't stay here all day. Entering the world is also a kind of practice..."
After the old Taoist left, Xiang Que went to the Jing Pavilion and flipped through the classics on the shelf. In the evening, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was ten years old when he first went to the ancient well. The old Taoist threw him into the Jing Pavilion.
middle.
The old Taoist said: "There are three thousand hidden in the ancient well. Read it three times."
Xiang Que, who was ten years old at the time, was crying and was at a loss with a bitter face. He felt that the project was too big, but a few years later he really read through the Three Thousand Daozangs of Gujingguan.
Xiang Que pulled a scripture and walked out of the sutra pavilion, then came to the old locust tree in the Taoist temple courtyard, leaned against it, and looked around casually.
In the evening, someone at the foot of the mountain carried a wooden barrel up the mountain. He saw the old man under the old locust tree obviously stunned. The villagers of Gujing Village have been there for several generations, so naturally no one would recognize Xiang Que. He walked to the door and reached out to take the wood.
Then he walked back slowly, leaving a sentence: "Gujingguan, Gujing Village, generation after generation..."
Under the old locust tree, four pairs of bowls and chopsticks were placed in Xiangque, all filled with them.
He held the rice bowl, the chopsticks in his hand trembled slightly, and stared blankly at the front of Kongying.
"If you were all here, how great would it be... You all left, what's left for me?"
After dinner, Xiangque took a nap with his eyes closed. When the afterglow fell on the mountain, Xiangque seemed to fall asleep deeply.
It's almost midnight.
The sleeping Xiangque was gradually weakening, and his brows suddenly became slightly frowning.
Midnight.
On Mount Zhongnan, a ray of golden light suddenly fell under the clouds in the night sky. The golden light made the stars and the bright moon seem to become 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 Xiangque's body, and the golden light lingered on the phantom. The figure held a staff in his hand, was wearing a cassock, and was stepping on the eighteen-petal lotus under his feet.
After a moment, another phantom rose from Xiang Que's body, his eyes full of confusion and confusion. He looked down at the corpse under his feet, and sighed for a long time.
The figure holding a staff in his hand faced with the shadow in front of him, and the figure clasped his hands and bowed to him, bent down to show his sign.
Suddenly, on the ancient well, the sound of Buddha lingers on 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 in the world.
Xiang Que quietly looked at the figure that had been following him for a hundred years, and his heart was filled with an ancient well.
Ksitigarbha is a Bodhisattva, but he only envys the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.
Xiang Que quietly looked at his body under the old locust tree, and suddenly two secret messengers walked out of the underworld.
"Give me some time, and I will go to the underworld by myself..."
The two secret dissatisfied at the same time and said hurriedly: "The youngest is just to fulfill their responsibilities, please give me a gift."
Ksitigarbha soared into the sky, stepping on the lotus, facing the auspicious clouds, as if they were about to leave. Neither of them had ever had a conversation from beginning to end.
Xiangque stood next to the corpse lonely, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes, and ordinary people had tears but no tears.
"I miss you·······"
"If I have a choice, I still want you to hold my hand and take me to Gujingguan again..."
"Oh!" The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva holding a staff on the lotus suddenly sighed lightly, and his body immediately flew away, but before leaving, the staff in his hand suddenly moved towards the bottom.
"Swish" the staff seemed to have cut through the sky, and a dark gap appeared in front of Xiang Que. Fierce winds blew in the gap. In a trance, Xiang Que seemed to see that hell in the gap seemed desolate.
Ksitigarbha leaves with the Buddha's voice stepping on the lotus.
Gujing looked at the top of the mountain, Xiang Que dazenly looked at the gap, and walked closer with his trembling lips: "Old Taoist, Old Taoist... Are you here?"
The hilltop was silent.
Xiang Que stretched out his hand as if he wanted to cross the gap.
"Swish"
"Swish"
Two wide-backed swords shot from a distance and fell.
"PuTu" Xiangque knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Disciple of Gujingguan, pay homage to the master, uncle..."