There are many lovers in the world, but there are also many people, so it is inevitable to use them incorrectly.
Wrong love for the right person, right love for the wrong person, how can one be helpless?
Jiang Youfu stood in the heavy rain and watched the young man who had just promised to see all the prosperity of Chang'an. She knew that it might take ten years or more to fulfill this promise, but as long as it could be fulfilled, Jiang Youfu was willing to wait.
.The world is full of bad things. A wish brings with it a lot of helplessness, a word of waiting brings with it a lot of hope?
The heavy rain soaked through Jiang Youfu's clothes, and also soaked through Jiang Chengcheng's clothes. The father and daughter sent their old friend off in the heavy rain, speechless.
Jiang Chengcheng looked at his daughter, feeling distressed and helpless at the same time. The dragon was a heavenly creature. No matter how narrow and muddy the road out of the city was, it still couldn't be stopped.
The woman in the heavy rain slowly turned around and looked at her father, who had been standing there waiting for her, and smiled. Although it was not charming, it was charming.
"Silly girl, do you know how long it will take for you to wait?"
"I am willing to wait for as many days as I can. If I cannot wait in this life, I will continue to wait in the next life."
"Actually, you can keep him."
"If he can't keep it, his heart has already left the city with the Jinling cavalry."
Jiang Youfu shook her head slightly, and then threw herself into her father's arms. This man in front of her might be the only man in her life who didn't need to wait for her, and would stand quietly where she was.
…
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the villagers in the town finally panicked, because five years ago today, it rained heavily for three days and three nights, as if even the rain was the rain from five years ago.
Li Longqian sat in front of the window and looked at the wind and rain outside, and his mind was filled with images of Jiang Youfu seeing her off in the rain.
"Is it true that I shouldn't leave this town? God is raining to stop me when I leave?" Li Longqian looked at the peach wood sword in his hand and said to himself. After a while, Li Longqian stood up slowly and frowned.
As it rained heavily outside, a person suddenly flashed in my mind, Lao Nu.
Five years ago, it rained heavily like today, and the old slave died inexplicably.
The sound of rain outside suddenly became quieter, the sound of wind seemed to have also become quieter, and the moon slowly crawled out from the dark clouds.
"Today is the second day of the lunar month, why is the moon so round?" Li Longqian looked at the full moon above his head and asked with a frown. Then he stretched out his hand, and the rain still fell on his palm. Li Long smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "It's still the same.
What a strange thing, the moon has come out in a hurry even before the rain stops."
"boom!"
There was a sound of thunder.
Li Longqian's brain seemed to have been hit suddenly, and the sound was lingering in his head. The wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground. Li Longqian covered his head and struggled for a moment before lying directly on the ground. Countless scenes,
Countless words flashed through Li Longqian's mind, like rain, fog or wind, passing by for a fleeting moment but repeated over and over again.
Finally, Li Longqian remembered the old slave, the man who thrust the sword into the old slave's chest, the beautiful woman in white, and the masked man who saved him.
The memory of five years ago was finally released today.
The rain, the wind, the thatched house, all the images flowed into Li Longqian's mind like a stream, and the lost memory finally came back.
Li Longqian knew that the old slave did not die of old age for no reason, but died to save himself, and the murderer was the man who looked like a ghost from hell.
"Netherworld Mountain, this is his name." Li Longqian lay on the ground and muttered softly, then passed out heavily.
…
There is a high mountain next to the town called Sanshan.
A monk in red robe stood on the mountain peak despite the heavy rain falling from the sky, motionless, like a sculpture.
"You're here after all."
After a while, the monk opened his mouth slightly, and the sound was like a bell, comparable to thunder.
"Xuanzheng eminent monk."
The old woman holding a black umbrella saluted slightly.
"He's awake."
Xuan Zheng, the monk in red, lowered his eyebrows slightly, his tone showing no emotion.
"Do you still need me to help him hide for another five years?"
Although the sound of the rain was loud and the woman's voice was small, every word could be clearly heard in the monk's ears.
"No need, everything is fate. You and I can't change it even if we forcefully change it. Even if this memory is gone, doesn't he still have to leave this town?"
After the monk finished speaking, he put his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha!"
"But……"
The woman still has to fight for it when she opens her mouth.
The monk waved his hand slightly, indicating that the woman did not need to continue talking.
"Why."
The woman looked at the northernmost part of the town and sighed slightly, then looked at the monk and said, "When he goes out, there will probably be another catastrophe."
"Whether it's a catastrophe or good luck, it's all God's will."
"Can't we go against the will and change it once?" The woman frowned and sounded a little angry.
"Change his fate?" The monk was stunned for a moment, then turned and looked directly at the woman, and asked calmly: "He has been blessed with a hundred years of luck. You can change it if you want?"
"After all, it's not that you can't comprehend the "Great Enlightenment of Tiangang Sutra". If you could meditate through that scripture, how could you have so many things happening now?" A woman is a woman after all, and she cannot change her usual arrogant and unreasonable appearance.
, at this time, the blame was placed on the monk.
"The poor monk is incompetent." The monk in red bowed slightly, his eyes showing kindness.
"Incompetence means incompetence. I really don't know that you are not good at drinking, eating, and womanizing. Every day you hide in the temple and read your broken scriptures. I have been reading for fifteen years, but I have never understood it clearly. How can I understand it?
If you face a wooden fish every day, won't your head become like that wooden fish?"
The woman dropped the black umbrella in her hand, took a step forward, looked at Monk Xuanzheng, and asked in a tone of voice.
"If it was so easy to meditate through the "Great Enlightenment of Heaven", then there wouldn't be so many masters of Xuantian in the world who would enter Xuantian and end up at Xuantian." After hearing the woman's question, the monk in red not only said nothing but
Instead of being angry, he smiled slightly and explained calmly.
"Then when will you be able to meditate?" the woman asked immediately.
"Maybe soon, maybe I won't be able to fully understand Zen in this life." The monk in red replied.
"If you are unable to meditate through that broken scripture before you die, what will my young master do?"
"Listen to fate." The monk in red replied.
"Fart! You have always said "obey destiny" from the beginning to the end. It took you so long and you still can't meditate through the scriptures, but how come your master can meditate through it?" At this time, the woman was completely different from the shrew who was making trouble.
There is no difference, she looks like a shrew. If it weren't for the luxurious clothes on her body, there would be no difference at all if she was thrown into the market.
"Then you have to ask my master."
"Your master is obviously blind, but he still has to pretend to be a painter. I really don't understand why all the people in the world who can step into the realm of immortality are weird people. Is it possible that there is no serious person who can come out to help?
My young master has changed the atmosphere of the past hundred years." The woman curled her lips and looked at Xuan Zheng, who looked like a dead man, and asked helplessly.
"Qi number is something that no one else can ask for, but you insist on changing it against God. It's really ridiculous." Xuan Zheng replied sharply.
"If it were applied to others, this energy would definitely be a good thing, but if it were applied to my young master, it would be a disaster."
"It is God's will to break through the calamity and be reborn." The monk in red replied with a smile.
The old woman was speechless.
"If nothing happens, I'll take my leave, poor monk."
The monk in red put his hands together and bowed slightly, then shouted towards the cave: "Apprentice, go home."
A moment later, a tall and honest-looking young man ran out of the cave. The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw the young man. Then she looked at Xuan Zheng in surprise and asked, "You...what are you doing?"
Can I accept him as my disciple?"
"Why not?" the monk asked.
"Do you know who he is? You actually accepted him as your disciple?" The woman's face was full of anger, and she seemed to be a little more angry than before.
"No matter who it is, it's God's will." The monk replied.
"You know God's will. If you accept him as your disciple, aren't you afraid of retribution?" the woman asked sternly.
"The poor monk takes disciples to save people." The monk replied, and then led the tall young man down the mountain.
"stop!"
The woman shouted angrily.
"What else does the donor have to do?"
The monk in red turned back.
"Why on earth did you accept him as your disciple?"
the woman asked.
"Save people."
"Just to save people?"
"Also so that after I die, someone can meditate on the "Great Enlightenment of the Heavenly Guide" for me."
"Do you know who he is?"
"Know."
…
On the way down the mountain, the disciple was obviously much taller than the monk in red, so it was a bit funny for the two of them to walk side by side on the mountain road.
"Master, why don't you hold an umbrella?" The apprentice looked at the path ahead and asked in a calm voice.
"Because there is no rain," the monk replied.
"Then what fell from the sky?" the apprentice asked.
"It's water," the monk replied.
"What's the difference between water and rain?" the apprentice asked.
"Water is water and rain is rain. They are different. How can they be different?" the monk replied.
"Who is that person?" the apprentice asked.
"Woman," the monk replied.
"Then who am I?" the apprentice asked.
"Monk." The monk replied.
"Then why did the woman say you can't accept me as your disciple?" the disciple asked.
"Wives and children can listen or not," the monk replied.
"Then who is the master's master?" the disciple asked.
"Monk." The monk replied.
"Then what is the "Great Enlightenment of the Heavenly Guide"?" asked the disciple.
"Zen." The monk replied.
"The master cannot penetrate Zen, but the master's master can penetrate Zen?" asked the disciple.
"Yes." The monk replied.
"Why can't the master penetrate the Zen, but the master's master can?" the disciple asked.
"Because the master's master is more powerful than the master." The monk replied.
"Master, why can't you penetrate Zen?" the disciple asked.
"What's for dinner?" the monk asked.
"Potatoes," the apprentice replied.
"What will you eat tomorrow?" the monk asked.
"Potatoes," the apprentice replied.
"What about the day after tomorrow?" the monk asked.
"It's still potatoes," the apprentice replied.
"oh."
"Does what I eat have anything to do with my problem?" the apprentice asked.
"It has nothing to do with it," the monk replied.
"Then why do you ask?" the apprentice asked.
"Then why I can't penetrate Zen, does that have anything to do with you?" the monk asked.
"It has nothing to do with it," the apprentice replied.