Chapter 19 Hugh, the old man, the end of the piano
"My guest, please bring me a bowl of hot noodles to drive away the cold air. It's very cold in this winter."
"Then let's have a bowl. I haven't had noodles for a long time."
"Okay, sir, please come in and have a portion of warm noodles. There's plenty of it."
"Boss, how much does this bunch of candied haws on a stick cost?"
"One dollar per string, fellow man, how many strings would you like?"
"Well... let's get ten skewers. Several children in the village talk about it every day. Let's take it to them to try."
Get up early in the morning, a quiet town, villages from all over come here to trade, there are few traces of knights, and no masters live in seclusion.
At a corner next to the noodle shop, an old man with white hair and long beard is sitting leaning against him. He is energetic, wearing a green shirt, holding three hollow willow pieces in his hand, and tapping the seven-mouthed bamboo.
There is a saying: There are so many loves, hates and hatreds in the world that cannot be recorded. Looking back, the willows knocking on the bamboos make seven sounds, and the evening light shines on the remaining snow.
I can’t taste all the bitterness and suffering in the world, but with a smile, the wind and clouds will rise in the sky and the sky, and the old man will subdue the tiger and the dragon.
The hollow willow beats the bamboo, sometimes fast, sometimes slowly, sometimes intermittently, playing a tune that suits the situation and humming a poem that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"It takes a thousand years to wait, wait a minute...Ten years of cultivation can lead to the same boat crossing, and a hundred years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together..."
From time to time, a visitor would pass by, and he would stop to pay attention for a moment. Suddenly, he felt tired and relieved, and this song entered his heart.
Comfortable, comfortable.
Before you know it, time has passed, and the setting sun has gone to the west to wait for dusk.
On the dusty road in the distance, a shaky man walked towards him. His hair was disheveled, half of his body was stained with blood, he was about to die, and he was gloomy.
It's exactly: Fuxi Chuanqin admires the mountains and rivers.
The steps are staggering, topsy-turvy, as if dust is pouring into it at any time.
A black ghostly aura appeared on the face, entering the sea of consciousness, confusing the mind, appearing like a demon, and gradually entering a paranoid and crazy attitude.
"Oh, after a lifetime of learning the piano and a lifetime of understanding the piano, I will eventually lose to the evil demons and heretics, and eventually I will lose to the destiny. What is the use of this piano teaching? What is the use of this righteousness?"
The old man suddenly said: "You are useless, why don't you die?"
He threw a dagger and dropped it at Yang Shanshui's feet. Yang Shanshui picked it up, looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly wiped it on his neck.
The old man sighed: "Hey, idiot, idiot!"
The dagger suddenly turned into a ray of light and entered the Yangshanshui Body Consciousness Sea to eliminate the ghost energy. Then it turned into light and came out again and entered one of the seven-mouthed heart-linking bamboos.
"Well... that purple energy deep in the sea of consciousness locks the passage of life span."
The ghost spirit was gone, and the threads were pulled out. Looking up at the mountains and rivers, his mind was clear, and he had entered the state of returning light. When the setting sun fell, he looked at it, and it was as bright as blood.
It’s the last afterglow.
"May I ask who the senior is?"
The old man stood up, patted the dust, carried seven bamboos with bamboos on his back, carried three hollow willows on his shoulders, and waved away.
"Continue to rest and rest until old age."
As the people were getting further away, a song came from the song: "Young man, I heard from the elders that life is difficult in the long journey. Eat well and drink enough to feel at ease. Let your worries and sorrows go. Hum a little tune and enjoy the distance... The romance is too high-end.
I only know the wicker branches and the weeping shore. I can drink wine while I am busy working in the fields. I want to live a well-off and happy life first..."
Looking up at the mountains and rivers, my eyes lit up when I listened to the song, and I felt comfortable in my heart. I looked at the old man leaving, the setting sun, and the people coming and going. Suddenly I felt a little spiritual light clearing the haze. I had enlightenment on the spiritual platform. I walked to a mountain peak and sat cross-legged.<
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The hands were lifted up, and suddenly, the earth turned all things into a harp, and the blue silk from the sky made strings. With a sonorous sound, the heaven and the earth moved, and could be heard in all directions.
"I have been playing the piano for half my life, and I have understood the Tao and walked on it. I have gradually forgotten that everything in the human world is the foundation. Now I suddenly wake up and I have achieved the Tao."
Whether it's sad or happy, it's lyrical and refreshing.
Whether it’s the sky or the earth, it’s high and vast.
Whether it’s mountains or water, it’s a beautiful retreat.
As soon as his consciousness moved, the purple air from the depths of the sea of consciousness came out through his body, rising into the sky and dissipating.
Purple air locks the body and longevity, just like shackles trapping the body. Now that the shackles are gone, the body and mind are relaxed. Feel the heaven and earth with the heart, experience the human world, and the soul gradually enters the realm of heaven and nothingness.
The dark night sky suddenly opened, and a spiritual light fell in the form of rain, drenching the surrounding mountains and rivers.
At this moment, purple energy rushed from the distant sky, and it was vast and vast for 800 miles. Before the purple energy, there were two cranes clearing the way, and the black and white twins flew across the sky.
I could hear someone chanting:
"Wander the North Sea in the morning and the sky is green at dusk, and eat the dew in the morning and the clouds in the clouds.
Wandering stars play with the sun and the moon, lying drunk in the clouds laughing at the horizon.
Nineteen paths of black and white run vertically and horizontally, and the four stars of Tianyuan determine the world."
The two cranes carrying the black and white twins arrived, and Yuan Jie, the half-son of Shutian, sighed: "My friend has enlightened to the great road. I am here to congratulate you and wish you a good journey."
"Thank you my friend."
"Does my friend have any regrets or unfinished business?"
Looking back at the mountains and rivers, I look back on my life, and I feel calm and calm. It’s just a harp. It’s just a harp played by Yama, the dead ghost. He also has plans and plans, so there’s no need to worry.
"I have passed down Fuxi Tianyin. If the three of them are in danger in the future, please ask your friends for help."
"Natural."
At this moment, I heard the bell ringing again, and a golden fish swam from the sky, with two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth. It suddenly transformed into a dragon and soared into the sky, passing through the clouds and breaking through the sea.
I heard this person read:
"The heavenly stems are fixed, the earthly branches are divided, and they form a sphere of their own.
Hooking up the mountains and rivers, delineating the four seasons, there are still thousands of kalpas left for birth and death."
At the sound of the sound, the dragon pans up the mountain peak, its head floats on the top of the mountain and water, and its whiskers flutter.
Yang Shanshui smiled and said: "My friend Fuxi Chuanshu·Jing Qingling, long time see."
"If you lose the Bagua Dao Sword, how can you see me?"
"I can only trouble my friends to go get it back."
"Nonsense, you don't need to say it. I have told you to stay away from chess and concentrate on martial arts and piano, otherwise why would you end up like this!"
One glance reveals the reality and reality, the physical body is exhausted, and the soul is unbearable. Although it is possible to enter the realm of heaven and nothingness, it has lost the opportunity to ascend and cannot bear the heavy burden.
There is something in the words, and the tone is sharp.
Yuan Jie snorted coldly: "How can I show courage when my defeated generals are defeated? I am incompetent and furious."
In the past, when the two of them played chess, Jing Qingling lost miserably and was ridiculed. She became so angry that she turned over the chessboard.
Since then, the two have disliked each other.
Jing Qingling said: "If I don't fight with you today, I won't let you out of the house tomorrow."
Yuan Jie secretly shed a cold sweat. The last time he set up the mountain gate with eight formations, it was blocked for a hundred years and he couldn't get out. This time he was offended and resented, and he had no friends to deal with in the middle. I'm afraid it will take more than a hundred years. Well... I heard that the southern region has beautiful mountains and rivers. Wait a moment.
Go travelling.
The sound of the piano gradually became louder.
The body facing up to the mountains and rivers could not hold up at first, the spiritual light dissipated, and the soul was also unstable, with scattered light falling.
From the distance, two more human figures turned into light and landed at the foot of the mountain peak. It was Cangya Xingke's sword who bowed his head and stayed in the frosty sky.
The two of them left Beihai and headed south. Sword and Sword sensed a change in the sky, noticed that the purple energy left in the Yangshanshui sea had dissipated, and hurried there.
"Fuxi passed on the music and admired the mountains and rivers."
Su Shuangtian became angry, and unknowingly flicked the fly whisk and pressed his palms to prepare for the attack. However, he felt a heavy weight all over his body, which was the power of heaven and earth, an invisible chain that prevented him from moving. The breeze blew on his face, and his anger disappeared. p>
Jing Qingling and Yuan Jie looked over, Bai Mianmao, your road is narrow.
The Sword Who said: "No one in this world can do anything to him. Disciple Yue Guan Shan, I respectfully send you off to my master."
The sound of the piano turned from high to low, and by the end of the song it was powerless, and the soul's hands collapsed.
Yang Shanshui smiled faintly and looked at the golden dragon head, the black and white twins, and the disciples under the mountain. The love and hatred in this life have become lighter.
"Haha...hahaha..."
The spirit disperses and the piano disperses.
Exactly:
A little spiritual light enters the sea of clouds, and from then on the setting sun never reaches the pavilion.
In the next life, he will compose the Tianyuan Bureau again, and Fuxi will play the harp and harp again.