Yang Huang's eyes were cold, staring closely into the old man's eyes, and said sharply: "I never hit my head when I was a child, how can you remember this?"
The old man's expression visibly stiffened, his eyes clearly showed a trace of panic, and his smile gradually solidified on his face.
Yang Huang stood up slowly and continued: "My master is a man of great virtue who has nothing to do with the secular world. How could he talk about wealth and honor?"
"And the most important thing is that my master always tells me that beautiful memories must not be forgotten. They are the most precious treasure in my life." Yang Huang's eyes darkened, "Who are you! Why do you want to do this?
Pretend to be my master!"
His eyes were filled with anger, and he did not expect that someone would dare to pretend to be his master to deceive him. Yang Huang used his spiritual power to look at the old man, but he was stunned because his spiritual power could not see anything.
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"Hahahaha!" The old man stood up slowly, his expression became very ferocious, his eyes were sinister, and he looked very scary.
"Who am I?" He looked into Yang Huang's eyes, with a gloomy smile on his lips, and his whole person exuded a very terrifying aura.
"Yang Huang, I am you!" His voice suddenly sounded like an echo, reaching into Yang Huang's head, causing his head to hurt suddenly.
He subconsciously covered his head and took a few steps back. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old man, his eyes full of anger, and shouted: "Who the hell are you?"
"Hahaha! Yang Huang, why are you so stupid! You still don't understand..." The old man walked forward slowly. Every time he said a word, Yang Huang's head hurt. At this time, he was already covering his head.
His head took several steps back.
"Didn't I just say that I am you?" The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Huang's neck.
Yang Huang tried to make a move with his backhand, but found that he couldn't move. His body seemed to be fixed by something invisible.
The old man's hands turned into white bones, and he strangled Yang Huang's neck tightly. Yang Huang's face was already red from holding back, and the feeling of suffocation made him think of death at this moment.
"Yang Huang, I am the evil in your heart." The old man's smile was very ferocious, gloomy and terrifying. He stared into Yang Huang's eyes, his voice was like a ghost, and continued: "You can't defeat me, hahahahahaha!"
The terrifying laughter resounded throughout the forest. Yang Huang opened his mouth and gasped hard, but the air became thinner and thinner, and his eyes turned red.
His vision became more and more blurred, and the face of the old man in front of him became very unclear. But the bones of his hands were squeezing his neck tightly at this time, not giving him a chance to breathe.
Are you going to die?
Yang Huang felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and there was only one thought in his mind. It turned out that this was the feeling of death.
His eyes gradually closed, the surroundings turned into darkness, he could not hear anything, everything became very quiet.
"Master, what is Taoism?"
"When you look at all things in the world, they are all-encompassing, and if you see through them, you have attained the Tao."
"Master, master, but now I can only see this endless mountain. What is outside the mountain?"
"Huang'er, when you grow up, just go down the mountain and have a look."
"Master, master, if Huang'er goes down the mountain, what about you?"
"When I was young, I had already gone down the mountain. I had worries, but now I have no worries."
"Huang'er, you are going down the mountain today. I have nothing to give you as a teacher. I only want to give you one sentence: Everything is empty. Letting go is possession. Don't be attached or greedy."
In this darkness, Yang Huang heard snippets of conversations with his master from childhood to adulthood. Those words seemed extremely clear at this moment, even though he might not remember them clearly.
In the darkness, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Yang Huang immediately ran towards the light.
When he finally broke out of the darkness and ran to a bright place, he found that this was actually the place where he had been practicing since he was a child.
Every plant and tree here is almost exactly the same as when I was a child, and even the color of the walls of the gym is the same as in my memory.
He slowly opened the door and walked in. He found an old man sweeping the floor in the yard. He recognized it as his master at a glance and ran over quickly.
"Master! Master! Is it you?" Yang Huang was a little anxious.
The old man turned around. He was wearing simple Taoist uniforms and holding a broom in his hand. When he saw Yang Huang, a gentle smile appeared on his face and said to him: "Huang'er, you shouldn't have come back at this time."
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Yang Huang was startled, and tears immediately came out of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Huang'er, everyone has good and evil in their hearts. Our journey in this world is nothing more than to practice how to face the evil in our hearts."
The old man smiled, put the broom aside, and led Yang Huang to the edge of a cliff.
"Huang'er, what can you see?" the old man asked.
"Mountain." Yang Huang replied.
"What else?" the old man continued to ask.
"Heaven." Yang Huang looked at the sky.
"Is there any more?" the old man continued to ask.
"Then what did the master see?" Yang Huang turned to look at the old man's profile. His temples were gray and his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very bright, and there was always a tolerant smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Master, I didn't see anything." The old man turned his head, looked at Yang Huang, and said softly: "There is no evil in your heart. Only if you believe it will it come true."
Yang Huang was stunned and suddenly opened his eyes, enlightened!
The old man smiled and said, "Huang'er, go back, the master is here."
After saying that, he stretched out a hand and pointed lightly at Yang Huang's heart.
"Master..." Yang Huang was about to speak, but found that the old man had turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
"I will live well." Tears streaked down his resolute chin, and a bright smile finally appeared on his face.
On the cliff, a gust of breeze blew by, blowing the young man's eyes and awakening his heart.
Yang Huang took a deep breath, raised a free and easy smile on his lips, suddenly stretched out his arms, and jumped out of the cliff, like a flying bird!
He fell quickly and passed through the clouds. But there was no trace of fear on his face, instead there was courage in his eyes.
That kind of courage is like a fire in the heart, which cannot be extinguished by anything, but burns wantonly.
Yang Huang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he saw the skeleton in front of him. Its hand was currently strangling his neck.