In troubled times, human life is worth less than grass. Those who have a coffin and a place to bury their dead are wealthy families. As for ordinary people, they either abandon their corpses in the wilderness or dig a hole in a mass grave.
Mu Yi was picked up by an old Taoist priest in a random graveyard.
Even his name was given by the old Taoist priest, Mu Tongtong, Yi, variable.
The year was 1894, the Sino-Japanese War of 1894, the 20th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty. Mu Yi was six years old and had no memory of the past.
In the same year, the Seven Kills entered the Ming Palace, Ziwei star was tilted to the north, the Sino-Japanese War was defeated, and the world was in chaos.
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"Old man, you can go with peace of mind. I will definitely fulfill your last wish and marry a third concubine in the future."
The death of the old Taoist priest was certainly a bit sad for Mu Yi, but after shedding two tears, there was nothing more.
He followed the old Taoist and walked around the world for eight years. The younger one grew up and the older one died.
Over the past eight years, if I could describe it in four words, it would be - bluffing and cheating.
At first, Mu Yi thought that the old Taoist had real abilities. He could cure diseases, tell fortunes, catch ghosts, and exorcise evil spirits. There was almost nothing he could do, no matter whether it was high or low, but it turned out that he was just an old liar.
Mu Yi had fled with Lao Tao countless times, and had been beaten countless times, but he had never complained about Lao Tao, because without Lao Tao, he would have starved to death long ago. Even after these eight years, Mu Yi
Learned how to survive in this world.
But the old Taoist is old after all, and in his words, he had a life-and-death battle with a powerful enemy and was wounded to the core. Being able to survive for so long is already a gift from God.
In response to this nonsense, Mu Yi retorted a few words at first, but later just pretended not to hear it.
In fact, in the last six months or so, Lao Dao's health was failing. Mu Yi asked him to stop many times and use his savings to buy a piece of land in the countryside to spend his last days.
But the old Taoist said that he had been in the world of martial arts all his life, and even if he died, he would die in this world. Mu Yi still didn't understand his persistence.
Funiu Mountain and the Mountain Temple were the last stop for the two of them.
This mountain temple had been abandoned for many years. Mu Yi tidied it up and it was barely habitable. He and Lao Tao wandered around the world and never had a home. But at the end of Lao Tao's life, he had an unprecedented impulse, that is, to have a home.
Every home.
So he regarded this mountain temple as his home, so that the old Taoist would not die in the wilderness.
In the end, Lao Tao died. According to custom, he kept Lao Tao's spirit for three days, and then buried Lao Tao between two wild pines behind the mountain temple. Over the years, he followed Lao Tao and heard a lot and saw a lot.
Now, with some talent, I am somewhat proficient in Feng Shui.
With the bright red willow wood coffin and the evergreen feng shui of this place, maybe the old Taoist will be a high official in the next life.
This year, Mu Yi was fourteen years old. His figure was not tall and tall, slightly less than that of an adult. His face was not handsome, and could only be described as delicate. Only his clear eyes were free of any impurities.
Whenever Mu Yi curled up the corners of his mouth and showed a little confusion, it would give people a feeling of innocence. This move brought him great convenience when walking in the world, at least he didn't look like
He is a bad person, but it is easy to leave a good impression on others.
During the first day after the old Taoist was buried, he did nothing. He sat blankly at the door of the Taoist temple, letting the autumn sunshine shine on him. If you look closely, you will find that his eyes were unfocused.
After the sun went down, Mu Yi simply made something to eat and went back to the drafty room to lie down.
There was a table with one leg missing in the room, and an oil lamp was placed on it. The orange halo the size of a pinky fingernail could not completely block out the darkness, but it was still possible to see clearly that Mu Yi's so-called bed was actually a door panel with a mattress on it.
One bedding.
The table and bed were originally in the temple, the oil lamp was a "treasure" left behind by the Taoist priest, and the bedding was bought in the town at the foot of the mountain. In this way, it barely became a home.
Lying in bed, Mu Yi couldn't fall asleep. He didn't think about it, he just felt lonely.
He didn't know who his parents were. He was six years old when Lao Dao picked him up, but he had no memory of before he was six years old. There were no marks on his body, and there was no jade pendant or anything like that.
He had never thought about looking for his biological parents. Apart from the blood relationship, he could not think of any reason to look for them. As soon as they met, he knelt on the ground and called his parents with tears in his eyes.
He felt that he couldn't do it. His only relative was Lao Tao, but Lao Tao died, so he was alone.
Mu Yi thought a lot, and unknowingly he thought about the words that Lao Dao kept asking him to say two days before his death, even though those things sounded absurd and outrageous.
He doesn't have a photographic memory, and his memory is at least slightly better than that of ordinary people. But for some reason, every word that the old man said in the last two days is clearly imprinted in his mind, and he can't forget it.
The old Taoist told him that there used to be immortals in this world. They traveled to the North Sea at dusk and the sky was green, and the blue sky was green and the yellow springs fell. However, since the pre-Qin Dynasty, the aura of heaven and earth began to gradually dry up. Until the end of the Ming Dynasty, with the complete overthrow of the Han family, the heaven and earth
The last trace of spiritual energy disappeared completely, and the cultivation of Qi became a dead ringer.
However, in addition to cultivating the truth and practicing Qi, there is another path called the Way of the Soul, which does not require the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, because this path mainly explores the secrets of the human body and focuses on cultivating the Soul.
There are four major difficulties in the way of the soul, namely the first difficulty is to have the heart, the second difficulty is to sense, the third difficulty is to leave the body, and the fourth difficulty is to see God.
Each of these four difficulties is more dangerous than the last, especially the last meeting with God, which only exists in legends. The old Taoist said that when he was young, he reached the sixth level of induction, but failed to pass the seventh level when he broke it.
, so that the success falls short.
Mu Yi didn't want to believe this, but the things that the old Taoist left to him were too detailed. Even the oil lamp was said to be the most suitable treasure for him, but he would have to wait until he could reach out of his body and refine his life before he could use it.
arrive.
"Maybe we can try it?"
Mu Yi was startled by his idea, but he did not try it immediately. Although he was only fourteen years old, his eight years in the arena had already developed his calm character, and he did not think that his current state of mind was suitable for him.
Practice.
Especially according to the old saying, the road to the soul is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe.
The night passed by in a hurry.
The day after Lao Dao was buried, Mu Yi went down the mountain and bought an axe, a saw, and nails.
He knows that autumn will pass soon, and he knows what a drafty house means in winter.
Funiu Mountain is lush with trees, and there are countless big trees that have been around for decades. Although Mu Yi is not big, he is very powerful.
After three days in a row, the mountain temple finally changed its appearance. It was not as good as it was in its heyday, but it still looked decent. There was no need to worry about the cold north wind and heavy snow in winter.
Mu Yi's room was located in the west wing of the mountain temple, connected to the main hall.
There are new tables, stools, and a big bed in the house. The remaining tree trunks used to make furniture were all cut into sections by Mu Yi and piled up in a corner of the hall for heating in winter.
The main hall was cleaned up by him, so that the original snakes, rats, spiders and other things were also moved.
The only thing that Mu Yi didn't touch was the mountain god statue enshrined in the temple. He even went down the mountain to buy some tributes, burned incense respectfully, and made it clear that he wanted to stay. This was one of the reasons why he chose the west wing.
If there is a statue of a god in a temple, it means that the place has its owner. Taking it without telling you is stealing. If the statue of the god has a spirit, there will be cause and effect.
He has been following the old Taoists for so long and has never had any trouble. This is because they understand the rules and never go beyond them. Even if they cheat, they will make up for it on the other hand.
The fourth day after Lao Dao was buried was also the day of the first seven souls.
Mu Yi burned some paper money in front of Lao Dao's grave, and drank a pot of wine with Lao Dao. Wine was Lao Dao's favorite, but he never allowed Mu Yi to drink. Once, Mu Yi secretly drank a glass.
The first time he drank, when he shook his body and told the old man that he had not drunk, he was whipped severely by the old man.
But from then on, the old Taoist never took care of him again, but Mu Yi lost interest in wine.
This was the second time Mu Yi drank and the second time he got drunk, so he lay down on the bed early at night and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Mu Yi vaguely heard some unreal noises coming from the hall. It was not until a huge rumble came that Mu Yi suddenly got up from the bed.
At this moment, all the wine was sober.
"Someone!"
This was Mu Yi's first reaction, but in the middle of the night, in a deserted mountain and a ruined temple, who would come? (To be continued)