The two of them talked for who knows how long, and finally had fun.
"My father has been telling stories all his life. He has told them countless times about magical places and strange things in the world, but only a few of them have been there in person. We storytellers, the more we tell them, the more we want to know whether the stories are true or false.
, I also want to visit the characters and places in the story, but unfortunately not many people can do so. If my father is still alive, I will be very happy to be able to stand here and have such a conversation with my husband." Mr. Zhang was quite regretful.
Said, "It's a pity that my father is no longer alive."
"I've indeed been gone for too long."
"yes……"
Mr. Zhang thought about himself and wondered how many years he still had to live. When he saw the Taoist priest in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: "How many people can live as long as gods?"
Song You shook his head after hearing this and said nothing. He just raised his hand and saluted Mr. Zhang:
"Mr. Zhang..."
Mr. Zhang immediately understood and raised his hand in return.
"Sir, walk slowly..."
"Zhang Gong's skills and style are not inferior to those of your father." Song You said to him, "I only hope that after seven years, when I return here, I can listen to Zhang Gong's lectures again."
"Sir, you are so complimentary."
There is no one else in the Yunshuo shed, but the other Goubai in Beiwazi are still lively. From time to time, opera songs float here and echo in the dim Yunshuo shed, but they do not disturb them at all. On the contrary, it seems that the place is getting more and more quiet. In the silence, there are only greetings.
of two people.
The girl next to the Taoist also learned to salute.
Then the Taoist turned around and left here.
The girl followed without hesitation, but turned back as she walked, looking at the Yunshuo shed, which she had only visited a few times, and the old man who stood in the darkness and watched.
This was probably because she had only been here a few times and was not familiar with the place. She was also not familiar with Mr. Zhang who told stories that she did not understand. Since she was not familiar with it, Cat naturally did not have much feelings about revisiting the old place.
I don’t know how many regrets the old people have passed away. I just followed the Taoist here and heard the Taoist talking to the old man. I sighed and sighed. The people I met many years ago were quietly gone. However, the shed is still the same as before. Cat
There is something indescribable wonder in my heart.
At the same time, she has always been good at understanding the Taoist's emotions. At this time, the Taoist's expression was calm and his steps were calm, but she could smell the feelings in his heart.
So he walked side by side with the Taoist, often turning his head and staring at the Taoist with wide eyes.
"Taoist priest." Sanhua Empress asked with a stern face, "Will we come back in seven years?"
"As long as you are alive, you will come back naturally."
"Will the old man still be there?"
"..."
The Taoist was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Only God knows."
The old Mr. Zhang stopped telling stories on stage twelve years ago. Nowadays, many people have children at an early age. The age difference between this old Mr. Zhang and his father is unknown, and he looks like he is only in his teens.
In another seven years, this old Mr. Zhang may be older than the old Mr. Zhang who bid farewell to the podium twelve years ago.
What's more, things in the world are unpredictable, and who can say for sure.
"..."
Song You shook his head and kept walking.
The sounds of opera, playing, and cheering continued around them, telling them that the excitement here was almost the same as it was thirteen years ago. It became clear in their ears and then gradually faded away.
The two slowly walked out of Beiwazi.
The girl still often turned her head and stared at him, as if she wanted to read his inner feelings from his calm face.
It's just that she is destined not to understand.
Maybe she has to wait until a few more years, or wait until the next time she returns to Yizhou. After returning to Yinyang Mountain, all the old friends she has known in the past twenty years come to visit, and she sees that those people she is familiar with have changed their appearance over the years.
After a few more years and they all start to wither away, she will have a clear feeling about this.
"Where are we going again?"
"right now……"
Hearing this, the Taoist stopped and looked around.
The girl next to him did not stop. She took two more steps and walked in front of him. Upon seeing this, she stepped back without moving and continued to stare at him.
"It's still early now. It seems like it's not far from Tai'an Temple. Let's go to the old place and burn some incense."
"OK!"
The little girl looked serious.
"I remember that there seemed to be a lot of fly restaurants outside Tai'an Temple. After burning incense, I could have a meal before going back. You can't cook your own food in the inn where you stayed this time."
"Flies restaurant! Swallows love to eat!"
"..."
The Taoist has already taken steps.
Previously, the Yunshuo shed was dark because the roof of the Yunshuo shed was not transparent enough to create an atmosphere. It could also block the cold wind in winter. In fact, it was only mid-afternoon and the sun was very hot.
The so-called fly restaurants mostly refer to small roadside restaurants. They do not sell flies, and there are not necessarily many flies. However, it is midsummer now. Not to mention small roadside restaurants, even big restaurants are bound to have flies, so Song You
Not much explanation.
The midsummer sun is really scorching, and few city streets pay attention to greening these days. The big tree in the middle of Tianshui Lane is considered a rare thing, and you can't even walk under its shade.
Song You soon became so hot that he was sweating. He had to stop to enjoy the shade every time he found the shade of a tree. However, Empress Sanhua was carrying a brocade bag and a brocade bag on her shoulders. The crystal bottle in the brocade bag only revealed that compared to the total amount,
The slightest bit of cold air was enough to make the space in the brocade bag as cold as snow. The brocade bag was also as cold as ice, which also brought her a chill. Later, she simply stretched out her hand to hold the brocade bag in her arms, thus keeping her skin white.
face and serious expression.
Not long after, the two of them walked to Tai'an Temple.
Just like before, before I even entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and smoke.
The Taoist looked calm and stepped into the mountain gate.
The girl also looked calm and acted like him.
Mid-afternoon is the most depressed time, and the sun is very hot today. There are not many pilgrims in the temple. There are only some pilgrims sitting in the shade, fanning cattail fans, resting and talking. Most of them are elderly women or old people, and sometimes there are monks sitting there.
Among them, chat with them and answer questions.
It can be seen that the incense in Tai'an Temple is still prosperous, even more prosperous than before. The huge cauldron in the temple is filled with incense, most of which were inserted in the morning, and all the incense is burned until only bamboo sticks are left.
Under the bright sunshine, the two huge stone statues of the protectors on the left and right of the courtyard, one holding a whip and the other holding a gun, looked particularly majestic and ferocious, casting large shadows on the ground. There were also huge Buddha and Bodhisattva statues in the left and right palaces, still shining with golden light.
.
"The incense is still very strong."
The Taoist smiled and sighed.
"Yes."
The girl beside him echoed.
The Taoist looked around.
The same goes for girls.
But this time she came back, she was not as cautious as before and was frightened.
Even if she walked through the courtyard and passed under the fierce-looking guardian statues that looked down and were about to strike, her entire body was shrouded in the shadow of the statues. When she looked up, she only felt that the two statues would move.
, and a little shorter than the mountain gods he can invite now.
Even when she walked into the palace and saw so many splendid gods and Buddhas, she only felt that she was ordinary and just a ghost who had become a high official.
Some monks came to receive them, and they probably paid more attention to them because they saw the Taoist wearing Taoist robes.
I heard that the Taoist had no acquaintances here, and that I came here not to meet friends, but just to offer incense and have fun, so I gave him a few sticks of incense and left.
"Six sticks of incense, three for you and three for me."
The Taoist divided the six sticks of incense into two parts, keeping half in his hand and handing the other half to the girl next to him.
Sanhua Empress subconsciously took it and asked:
"Can monsters also offer incense to Bodhisattvas?"
"As long as you are kind and sincere, of course you can. Sanhua Empress can also offer incense to Lord Thunder." The Taoist said with a smile, "And you can also make a wish."
"make a wish!"
Empress Sanhua tilted her head slightly, her expression serious.
"It means to talk about what you want to do and what you want to ask for, just like the villagers on Jinyang Road made a wish to Sanhua Empress."
"Will it work?"
"That depends on how hard Sanhua Empress works."
"But after the villagers made a wish to Sanhua Empress, Sanhua Empress will go to help them catch all the mice at night."
"How can they be as diligent and capable as Empress Sanhua?"
"Well……"
Sanhua Empress was stunned again, turned to look at him, then at the Buddha statue on the stage, and said to the Taoist with some vigilance: "Don't let them hear you!"
"..."
The Taoist just smiled and lit the incense stick.
The girl also quickly lit incense and offered it to him like him.
However, the Taoist only put the incense in it and then withdrew his hand. After the girl put in the incense, she had a serious look on her face, closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, and then opened her eyes.
Monsters worship Buddha, and small gods make wishes to big gods.
"Let's go."
"OK!"
The two of them left the palace at the same time.
Another monk came to see them off.
When the Taoist saw the girl's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. Many memories emerged in his heart, creating a wonderful feeling: "Miss Sanhua, you still remember the first time you followed me to this temple thirteen years ago.
What does it look like?”
"Miss Sanhua, I don't remember."
“The vegetarian food at Tai’an Temple is very famous.”
"I don't remember either."
"Maybe the Sanhua Empress at that time was a little strange to me now." The Taoist said calmly, and he felt emotional in his heart. Not to mention Mao'er, it was me who came down the mountain at the beginning of that year. Compared with
It has been thirteen years since now.
The thing that has changed the least is this appearance.
"Taoist Master, walk slowly."
"Master, please stay."
The Taoist returned the favor and then left the temple.
The young monk who saw him off just stood at the door, watching them go away, looking at their backs, but he couldn't help but frown - he just listened to the Taoist Priest talking to the children next to him, and his words were constantly changing for thirteen years. It can be seen that that
The Taoist priest is young, no more than 20 years old at most, and the girl is petite and young, only in her teens, but she has stolen her years from nowhere.
It wasn't until he returned to the house and told the master as a strange thing that the old monk's memory was awakened.
Thirteen years ago, all the monks in Tai'an Temple have deep memories.
A Taoist priest once came here to talk with Master Guanghong. It was also on that day that Master Guanghong, who was recognized as the most profound Buddhist dharma and the highest Taoist practice in the temple, burned himself in front of the Buddha statue.
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