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After the spring rain, the city of Chang'an was brightened up.

Looking up, there are white clouds lingering in the blue sky, and when you turn around, there are new buds and green eyes among the green eaves and tiles, and catkins flying by the sunny river.

People come and go on the lively long street, the hawkers along the street shout one after another, the fragrance of fresh melons and fruits slips into the sleeves of passers-by, and the loud cheers of children rush from the east street to the west alley.

On both sides of the street, elegant laymen burn incense and cook tea in the attic; jade-faced scholars pay attention to learning in the bookstore; famous children and ladies gather together and laugh constantly; ordinary people bargain in front of the stalls, weighing rice money.

Everyone is enjoying themselves in this prosperous and prosperous world.

Only in front of the door of the "Spring Breeze Ten Miles" restaurant stood a young monk wearing a bright red cassock and stringing Buddhist beads, looking sadly at the crowd of drinkers in the restaurant. .

Everyone who was eating peanuts looked at him suspiciously from time to time, smacked his mouth twice, and lowered his head to drink wine again.

Business was good today, and the waiter waited around for a while before he noticed a monk with delicate eyebrows standing at the door. Against the light and shadow, the blood-red cassock made his whole body smudge with a soft light.

Frowning in embarrassment, Xiao Er touched the back of his head and stepped forward, asking kindly: "Master, are you here for alms?"

Closing his eyes, the monk shook his head slightly.

"Are you asking for directions?" Xiao Er asked again.

The monk pondered for a moment, then shook his head again.

Xiao Er was puzzled, rubbed the rag on the apron, and couldn't think of it: "Then what are you doing here as a monk? Our place is a wine shop, not a quiet place, you..."

The monk lowered his head and blinked, clasped his hands together, gestured to Xiaoer, walked away from him and walked into the restaurant calmly, walked along the handrail of the wooden stairs, walked up to the empty seat by the window on the second floor, and sat down peacefully.

During this period, the guests downstairs kept looking at him, whispering thoughtlessly, and then suppressed boring laughter.

Xiao Er was confused by his behavior, and followed behind him nervously, standing aside at the moment, hesitating to speak, as if thinking about how to tell him to leave.

After the monk sat down, he looked at the vacant seat opposite the square table and was secretly absent-minded for a while.

Xiaoer waited more and more anxiously, but for some reason, forced by this person's aura, he didn't dare to interrupt rashly.

"Please serve me a pot of hot tea."

Finally, he spoke, his voice was as clear and deep as an ancient well.

"Uh..., okay." Xiao Er was still wondering at first, but when he saw a little tea money placed lightly on the corner of the table by the monk, he realized that he really came here to drink tea.

After all, he was used to catering to people on weekdays, Xiaoer realized that he quickly took the money and went to waitress.

When he went downstairs, he looked back curiously, and found that the man was still staring at the empty stool opposite him in a daze, and thought: What weird person?Instead of going to a good temple, come to a restaurant for tea?

Tomb-sweeping day, spring is getting better.A new rain last night moistened the young green shoots on the vast land.It is still early morning, and the white walls and black tiles outside the window are still shrouded in mist.

An old pear tree in the corner is full of gorgeous white flowers, and the petals are dotted with glistening overnight rainwater, which depresses the pure light fragrance even more...

"Hey, guest officer, your tea."

Xiao Er's reminder suddenly came to his ear, the monk silently retracted his gaze into the distance, and said politely: "Thank you."

Xiao Er has always been looked down upon and looked at with blank eyes. Today, when she received a thank you out of the blue, she was stunned for a few seconds before she nodded heavily and ran downstairs in a daze.

A stream of green hot tea was poured into the white porcelain cup, and mist spread out from the mouth of the cup.Although it is not a good tea, it also tests the mood of the tea drinker.

It's a pity that the person who poured the tea didn't take a sip until the tea was cold, but there was an indelible sense of loss in his eyes.

The morning fog dissipated, the scorching sun rose, more and more guests came to the restaurant, and the atmosphere in the building became more and more lively and muddy, with chaotic sounds of persuasion and clinking glasses, mixed like landslides and mudslides.

The young monk by the window frowned slightly, but still sat there quietly, as if waiting for someone to come.

Suddenly, another handsome young man in Chinese clothes came in from outside the door, the commotion in the restaurant stopped for an instant, and everyone looked at him in unison.

At first glance, the man's shoulders are thin, but his standing posture is tall and straight. The fingers outside the sleeves are slender and white, and they rest on the money bag at the waist. The girdle is embroidered with hibiscus patterns with gold thread, Huaipei Sulan Lengyu, flowing water style The wide moon white sleeves were pinned gently behind her back, from head to toe, she exudes a delicate and noble air, and it seems that she should be a kid from a rich family in Chang'an City.

Someone in the building squinted his eyes, pinched his chin, and looked at him probingly, as if trying to identify his face, but saw that he was wearing a white gauze hat, tightly hiding himself.

Seeing the guest's welcome, Xiaoer immediately ran over and yelled: "Guest officer, please come inside."

The young man in white hummed lightly, strode across the threshold, and everyone caught a glimpse of an out-of-fit wooden sword in his hand, and they were even more surprised by his identity.

A literati holds a fan, while a knight wears a sword.

What is this nondescript wooden sword?On the side, some people from the rivers and lakes couldn't help but sneered when they saw his gesture.

The young man in white seemed to just hear the sarcasm of those people, he paused his steps upstairs, raised his hand in embarrassment to adjust the angle of the bamboo hat, and then hurriedly walked to a table farther away.

Finally, I chose a secluded place, which happened to be leaning against the window. When I raised my eyes, I happened to be facing the monk at the opposite table.

"Uh... Xiao Er, that little master opposite, why is he looking at me all the time?"

They all lowered their heads and looked up, deliberately staggered the man's eyes several times, and found that he was still staring at him. Even through the veil, the young man in white still felt a little guilty for some reason, stopped the waiter who was serving the wine, and asked for help.

"This, this, the little one doesn't know. Why don't you sit in another seat?"

"Oh, no, no. I just think it's a little strange. It's okay, you can go."

The young man in white refused again and again, took a sip of his wine unnaturally, and then looked away.

"Hey, storyteller, you are telling the story."

It was those drinkers just now, chewing peanuts in one mouthful, and preparing to pour wine with the other hand, yelling mercilessly at the people on the stage.

The young man in white looked back, and there was a gratified smile under the bamboo hat: it turned out that the storyteller came out, so it's interesting now.

But he thought about it again, if life wasn't so dull and boring, why would there be a need to find pleasure in the storybook?Suddenly it didn't make any sense.

The crowd grew impatient and shouted loudly.

The storyteller wasn't annoyed, he cleared his throat, and started speaking in a spirited manner: "Everyone, today I'm going to tell a story about Xanadu."

"It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the heaven and the earth were in chaos. In the originally peaceful world, the sun and the moon turned upside down overnight, and chaos emerged. Monsters and ghosts took advantage of the void to disturb the peace of the world. Specially send two of his proud disciples to the lower realms to save people."

"In the end, after 81 days of melee, all the monsters were finally killed, the evil spirits were saved, and the world was restored to a peaceful and prosperous world. It is a pity that the two disciples of Shangshen exhausted their mental energy, their spiritual consciousness dissipated, and their gods turned into gods. Storms and thunderstorms will forever fall in the world."

"and then?"

A questioning voice came from the crowd, obviously fascinated by it, and eager to know what to say next.

The storyteller shook the tattered cattail leaf fan in his hand, laughed and said, "Don't worry, wait for me to speak slowly."

"Later, the rain they turned into moistened a mountain forest and endowed everything there with divinity. The mountain gradually became magical. Not only was it shrouded in the sun, but there were also angels descending from time to time. But later, A group of immortals who had ascended to the Tao entered this mountain and practiced here. Not long after, this spiritual mountain disappeared for no reason. .”

The storyteller took a sip of tea in a calm manner, and continued:

"I thought this strange talk would end like this, but a few years later, a fisherman went out to fish, and when he came back, he often talked nonsense, saying that he saw a god, and that there was another world in this world... As we all know, there is only one world. The fisherman disappeared for so long, and he didn't know where he went. After returning, he became mad and went away, but left a map, saying that he was going to that fairyland."

After the storyteller finished speaking, he took a look at everyone's faces, and seemed to be a little bit less interested. He couldn't help but straighten his gray hair, and then continued stiffly:

"Later when the local prefect heard about this, he sent people to look for it according to the picture, but very few people came back. Some said it was terrifying and weird, full of bones and dead bodies. Some said it was a fairyland, peach blossoms. Wanli is like spring all year round. Some people say..."

"Hahaha..." A low laugh came from the window.

The monk on the opposite side raised his eyes lightly, staring at the trembling bamboo hat and white gauze of the young man in white, and heard him whisper: "Speak nonsense, old man."

Although the voice was soft, but the voice was very similar to a voice in his memory. The plain hands on the table were clenched suddenly, and he stared at the young man in white in shock, his lips and teeth trembling slightly.

The monk stabilized his mood repeatedly, without blinking his eyes, staring straight at the behavior and demeanor of the person at the table, hiding thousands of surprises and...disappointments behind a thin veil.

With great difficulty, he summoned up his courage and prepared to walk towards the young man in white.Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side got up first, carried the flagon, walked downstairs vigorously, and indifferently missed him.

"That's enough." A shout came to the old storyteller on the stage.

Everyone looked for the sound, and it was the young man in white who was walking towards the front of the stage.

After a while, the young monk also walked downstairs slowly, his footsteps were very light, as if he was stepping on thin paper, approaching something cautiously.

"What are you laughing at?" The storyteller was a little startled by his laughter.

The man in white put away his smile, paused, and said, "What are you laughing at? I'm laughing at you."

"Laugh at me? Why are you laughing at me? What I said is not wrong."

The storyteller was eager to argue, sweating and sweating with guilt: To be honest, he also got this story from hearsay, paragraph by paragraph, and he wanted to make it up, but he didn't want to kill this kid halfway. Could it be that you want to find him wrong?

"Oh, of course I'm laughing at your nonsense. Whether the story is like this, you know in your heart. Sometimes it's about a fairy, and sometimes it's about a fisherman. If Taoyuan is really a fairyland, how can mortals easily enter it? You have to make it up if you make it up. Take it easy and treat everyone as fools."

Carelessly provoking public anger, the young man in white stood aside pretending to be innocent, watching the angry eyes of others.

It's not that I have to embarrass the old man, it's just that his appearance of eating bad money is too ugly, and I happen to have heard this story before, so I can't fool these paying drinkers.

"That's right, what are you talking about?"

"How dare you, an old bastard, fool us! I said, the more you listen, the more boring you become..."

"Yes, that's right, it's better to listen to other things."

……

Everyone pushed the wall upside down and echoed, wanting the old storyteller to look good.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man immediately turned his head and grinned at the man in white: "You are so powerful, tell me."

Hearing this, the man in white smiled sympathetically. "Okay, if you don't mind, I will tell you the real story of this story."

"it is good."

"Okay."

Everyone applauded and cheered up.

The young man in white patted his sleeves, walked past the old man, walked confidently to the podium, and sat down naturally to speak.

He slapped the gavel on the table hard, and the sound was even louder than before.

"The so-called Taoyuan is not called a fairyland, nor is it full of peach blossoms. But it is indeed a treasure land, and there are countless tung flowers blooming all over the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, everyone gradually brought into the situation.

The monk under the stage stood aside, staring at him intently, his fingers tightly holding on to the fence, complex emotions intertwined and changing in his eyes.

"Then what's its name?" A boy asked because he didn't know.

Under the bamboo hat, the man in white, with firm eyes, spoke slowly: "Call, Tong Jiang."

……

"Ah!" As soon as he finished speaking, the hand holding Xingmu was suddenly grabbed by a pair of warm hands.

He raised his eyes in surprise, and saw the weird monk at the table just beside him, who was caught off guard by his affectionate eyes.

The young man in white suddenly woke up, the delicate face under the bamboo hat unknowingly shed two streams of sour tears, and softly called out hoarsely: "...is that you?"

……

"Ding--"

A drop of morning dew streaked across the tip of the leaf and fell into a clear pool under the maple forest.

The dozing man was leaning against the tall tree, and the figure reflected on the originally calm water had been shattered by the rising ripples.

"It's you……"

After waking up from the dream, the dreamer couldn't help murmuring.

Qi Zhong rubbed his sore neck from sleeping in an improper position, leaning his back on the tree trunk behind him, fretfully pulling himself together from the bleary nap.

Thinking back to the dream just now, he muttered to himself: "Why do you keep having these weird dreams these days? Sometime it's about brothers and sisters, and then it's these strange people?"

With his legs crossed, he carefully recalled the strange dreams he had in the past few months. There was almost no reason for him, which almost made him suspect that he was possessed by evil spirits.

"Brother, Brother Qi."

A few sweet shouts came from under the forest, Qi Zhong helped his forehead, and upon hearing the sound, he knew that it was his eccentric little junior sister from the same school who had come.

"Junior Sister Weier, I'm here, don't look for it."

Fearing that she would wander around in the forest and step on a poisonous snake, Qi Zhong hurriedly made a sound to reveal her position.

After a while, Lin Weier jumped under the tree where he was staying, with a pure smile on his face, put his little hands behind his back, and joked:

"Brother Qi, why are you hiding in the tree and sleeping late? It made me look for you everywhere."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, what is laziness? I'm an honest man!"

After Qi Zhong finished refuting pretending to be serious, he flipped down the tree with all his hands and feet.

After a few clicks, he stood tall and straight in front of the girl, and said with a cool smile, "What do you want from me? Junior sister."

Lin Weier bent his eyes, and said with a charming smile: "I heard that Uncle Qi asked you to go down the mountain to get Changting's 'Min Jian' for this month. Since you are going down the mountain, you will inevitably pass by 'Li Ji Hua Cake', so, I think……"

"What are you thinking? You want me to bring you crescent moon cake again, don't you?"

Lin Weier was poked in the center of his mind, and guiltily glanced elsewhere, acquiescing to this fact.

Qi Zhong leaned against the side of the tree, bent one knee against the tree trunk, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm looking for something good. It turns out that a certain greedy cat wants to eat sweets, so it came to torture people."

"Oh, Senior Brother, I'm just helping you out by the way. I'm your most obedient little Junior Sister, so why don't you run a little longer?"

When a girl acts like a baby, she is the most overwhelming.

Qi Zhong rubbed his nose, looked up at the sky pretending to be calm, hummed a few words, and said vaguely: "Okay, okay. I promise you it will be done."

"Really, didn't your brother Lin Jing also go out of the mountain, why didn't you ask him to help you? You know I was late last time when I returned to the teacher's gate, but I slept on the rocks outside. Your father is a Sect leader, punishing people is enough."

Qi Zhong mentioned the little relationship between their family, and couldn't help complaining.

"How can my brother care about me? It's too late for him to dislike me. How can you be so righteous like you, senior brother! Besides, if father punishes you this time, I will... at most, beg for mercy for you."

Lin Weier quickly calmed him down, fearing that he would go back on his word, and he would have no pastries to eat.

"You...you can do it. Anyway, it's not once or twice. Your father is so old-fashioned, and only my master can bear him. Hmph."

After straightening the pleats on his sleeves, Qi Zhong held his sword and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Let's go, little junior sister."

"Yeah, senior brother, come back soon." She beckoned behind her and watched him leave.

"Understood, Hua Gao should come back sooner. Hahaha."

The laughter became farther and farther away, and the mountains and forests returned to silence.