Xiangzhuang and others walked for two full hours while looking at the small peak not far away. At this time, the sun was setting and the sky was already dark.
Arriving in front of the small hut, the Taoist boy gave Xiang Zhuang a gift: "Donor, please stay."
Xiang Zhuang nodded, and the Taoist boy walked slowly into the hut. Soon, a hoarse voice came from inside the hut: "Since Donor Xiang is here, why not invite him in."
After the voice passed, the Taoist boy walked out quickly and saluted Xiang Zhuang again: "Donor Xiang, the master is letting you in."
Xiang Zhuang nodded, turned around and ordered: "You guys wait for me here."
"General, I'm afraid there is a scam!" Letian wanted to step forward to stop him, but Xiang Zhuang stopped him and said, "Don't miss the hermit's Qingxiu, I can go in alone."
Letian saw Xiang Zhuang speaking and did not dare to follow. Xiang Zhuang had already tidied up his armor and hurriedly walked into the hut. As soon as he entered the hut, he could smell a faint fragrance. In the corner of the house, a censer owl was emitting green smoke.
There was a square table and a small bed. The small bed// was padded with hay. On the bed//, a gray-haired old man was meditating with his eyes closed. Xiang Zhuang glanced at the room, stepped forward, and saluted the old man: "Master
Since you already know that I will come, I would like to ask an expert to tell you where my subordinates are at this time."
"Since Donor Xiang has come in, why don't you sit down for a while?" The old man slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the soft mat beside him. Xiang Zhuang understood and walked over. Just as he sat down, a child came out from the back room and offered him his hands.
The tea was placed on the small square table next to Xiang Zhuang, and then he left, and the room became quiet again.
The hermit didn't say much, but judging from his demeanor, Xiang Zhuang knew that he was definitely not a simple person. Moreover, he actually knew that he would come here.
After a short silence, Xiang Zhuang finally couldn't help it, raised his hands and asked: "Since the master already knew that I was coming back, he must know me very well?"
"Hehehehe..." The old man laughed loudly. Although his laughter was hoarse, it was strong and powerful. After laughing for a long time, the old man squinted his eyes slightly, stared at Xiangzhuang, and sighed: "In the twenty-third year of the Qin Dynasty, I am
Observing the stars, a star has fallen in the southwest corner, the sky is as big as a pig, the sky is like a dragon, and it is as bright as the day. I have already calculated that you will come."
"Twenty-three years of the Qin Dynasty?" Xiang Zhuang thought for a moment, and suddenly he remembered, wasn't this the year before the fall of Chu? The scene of his grandfather Xiang Yan and his father Xiang Qu dying in battle echoed in Xiang Zhuang's mind again.
, although there are three households in Chu, the oath to destroy Qin will inevitably come to Chu, and sadness comes to my heart.
The old man seemed to see Xiang Zhuang's sadness. He sighed softly and said, "If God's will is this, why go against it?"
"Hermit, I don't quite understand what you said." Xiang Zhuang was impressed by the hermit's profoundness, and the contempt he had just felt was gone. At this time, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the old man saying such profound words.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Xiangzhuang for a while, and said with a smile: "When melons are ripe, the stems will fall off. This has happened since ancient times. But if the melons are not ripe, they must be picked by force. This is against common sense. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it. It is pity... pity it...
"
"Why did the hermit say this?" Xiang Zhuang asked again. This time, the old man stopped sighing. He got up and walked around the house. After walking a few steps, the old man asked: "How much do you know about the world's affairs?"
"I have read military books since I was a child, and I have a general knowledge. I traveled south and north, and fought on the battlefield. I know a lot."
"Haha, you know so much. Since you already know the lifeblood of time and the end of life, why don't you live in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain with me and cultivate in this life? If you forcefully twist the universe and change the six paths, the Emperor of Heaven will be furious. Awesome! Awesome!" the old man finally said.
Although he was worried, Xiang Zhuang seemed to hear from the old man's words that he was blaming himself.
He changed history, but despite his several efforts, he could not change his uncle's fate. Even this time, he was unable to change Xiang Yu's future. Moreover, because he insisted on changing Xiang Yu, he had a sibling feud with him and could not continue to be brothers.
Love, the old man still wants to say this now, he is really wronging himself.
But Xiang Zhuang didn't want to follow the old man's train of thought. He thought for a moment and replied: "All living beings in the six realms have their own destiny. How can it be changed by human power? Besides, the hermit lives in the mountains and does not know the world. I'm afraid what he said is wrong.
?”
"Haha, you are such an eloquent donor. Do you know how many people's destinies will be changed by your willful actions? Do you also know how many people who should not die have died because of you? Do you know
, how many damn people have been able to extend their lives and live happily because of you?"
When the old man said this, he paused. He stared at the incense burner quietly for a long time, and then said: "The green smoke was supposed to go to the sky, but it went against the current, and instead flowed into the loess, edifying the earth, making it chaotic and spiritual.
Isn't it a pity that a living being changes its destiny and a plant withers as a result?"
"I still don't understand!" Xiang Zhuang was a little angry, but the old man seemed to ignore Xiang Zhuang's anger. He continued: "Can you try to think back, how many things have changed? Do you know that the road ahead?
What will it be like?”
"I don't know!" Xiang Zhuang replied very decisively.
Seeing Xiang Zhuang like this, the old man sighed: "Why are you so decisive?"
"How much do you know, and why are you so aggressive?" Xiang Zhuang looked at the old man quietly with murderous intent on his face. The old man seemed to feel Xiang Zhuang's anger. He sighed softly: "I am just a hermit in the mountains, and I don't know anything about the world.
Things, but I can figure out that if you take another fork in the road, a fork in the road that goes against reality, the sea of suffering is boundless, and you will have to turn back and find the shore."
"Are you threatening me?" Xiang Zhuang held the sword in his right hand. This action was just subconscious. Xiang Zhuang actually did not intend to offend the hermit, but for some reason, Xiang Zhuang himself felt the fluctuation of his emotions. He was no longer
The childish Xiang Zhuang used to be.
The old man didn't look at what Xiang Zhuang was doing at this time. He closed his eyes and rested, sat back on his hay mat, and just sighed softly: "Donor Xiang, why are you so angry? Take your hands away and try to use your heart."
Feelings?”
"Feel it with your heart?" Xiang Zhuang slowly released his right hand holding the sword. He also learned from the old man, closed his eyes, and experienced it quietly, but his mind was very messy, and miscellaneous things kept coming//
In my mind, Xiang Yu killed 200,000 people, a fire broke out in Xianyang, and a century of prosperity was destroyed. Chu and Han fought for supremacy, Xiang Yu finally died in Wujiang, Liu Bang unified the world, and everyone in the Xiang family had to change their surnames to Liu Bang.
?......
‘No!’ A roar interrupted Xiang Zhuang’s meditation. The old man was still meditating beside him. He said quietly and coldly: “Forget everything and try again?”
"Forget everything?" Xiang Zhuang closed his eyes again. He sat quietly, but many things still came to his mind. In Xiapi and his party, he made friends with Zhang Liang, and in Suiyang and his party, he met Kong Xiuyun.
, got acquainted with the young master Fusu and the emperor's uncle Ziying, Xianyang and his party, and got acquainted with Yingbu by himself. It was a wonderful turn of events, everything went well!
'Wait a minute', a figure echoed in my heart, Ying Ziying? He actually fell in love with Ying Ziying's daughter, and Wu Rui's daughter Wu Fang loved him deeply. The Poyang Army was in his hands several times, but Wu
Rui has recovered from his illness, and he...
He... will not allow himself to control the military power of Poyang, but at this time, he is already pressing on Wu Rui. In other words, the first thing Wu Rui will do when entering Xianyang is to seize the military power of Poyang in his hands.
! And Mei Wei must be his most reliable confidant. No wonder, during this period, Mei Wei is rarely seen!
"Hahaha, I finally know!" Xiang Zhuang stood up suddenly and laughed crazily. All the conspiracy was finally solved. The assassination of the Chinese army seemed to be related to the conflict between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu.
, in fact, it was just a trick played by Wu Rui to seize power.
He has gone around in such a big circle, just to get rid of himself and regain control of the Poyang Army...
Perhaps, when he was critically ill, he considered letting himself lead the Poyang Army. But by now, he had recovered from his illness. So, how could he easily give up the military power to himself?
All the troubles were relieved in a leisurely manner. Xiang Zhuang bowed his hands and thanked him: "The hermit is really smart. I finally figured it out."
The old man was not as happy as Xiang Zhuang. He sighed helplessly. He originally wanted to guide Xiang Zhuang to do good, forget the past, forget history, forget all grudges and hatred, let history get back on track, and let everything happen that should have happened.
It was left to fend for itself, but Xiangzhuang, under his own guidance, took another fork in the road.
Could it be? This is God’s will!
"It's sad... it's sad..." The old man raised his head and sighed. At this moment, he no longer forced Xiang Zhuang. God's will is so, why should he persist in guiding him?
"Donor Xiang, I originally wanted to lead you to Taoism and wash away the hostility from your body, but you can't turn back after all, and I can't force you to do so. Just remember one thing, a wheel has its own trajectory, but you forcefully change the wheel.
It will hurt innocent people and change the fate of countless people. It should be joy, but it is sorrow. It should be sorrow, but it is joy. It should be life, but it is death. It should be death, but it is life..."
"In short, you can take care of yourself... If something goes wrong in the future, you can come to Zhongnan Mountain to find me. I am willing to guide you back to the right path again. I also hope that you will be kind to the people in the world and use violence to fight violence. It is not a good strategy after all. You...
...Go." The old man pointed outwards and stopped talking.
It was as if the old monk had fallen into trance. The old man had closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word. Xiang Zhuang looked at the old man for a long time. Maybe, his words made sense. Maybe, a few years ago, nothing happened. If he met the old man,
, his teachings and his theory of the universe will change your own mind.
But now, he has been trapped in history and cannot extricate himself. After this trip to Xianyang, Xiangzhuang decided that he must fulfill his obligations, he must protect his woman, he must develop his own land, and he must let the people of Jiangdong
Prosperous and safe, he wants the Xiang family to become strong again, not like in history, after Xiang Yu's defeat, the Xiang family has since disappeared...
There were too many tasks that needed to be completed by himself. Xiang Zhuang knew that he could no longer listen to the old man. At this time, he handed over his hands and bowed deeply to the old man: "Xiang Zhuang has remembered the hermit's great talk."
After a while, Xiang Zhuang turned around and walked out of the hut. From the beginning to the end, the old man did not say another word. Xiang Zhuang knew that the old man had stopped talking and he would not say anything to him.
Outside the door, Letian was waiting anxiously. Xiang Zhuang looked at Letian and then looked back at the hut. Maybe he would never come here again.
"Donate a thousand pieces of gold here and rebuild the temple. I hope this place will always be prosperous." After giving an order to Letian, Xiangzhuang hurried down the mountain.
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