Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

The fire was extinguished, and the cold fell on the dilapidated temple. After a while, the old man finally woke up shivering.

He felt that he had a very long dream. He returned to his childhood and remembered those scriptures.

He fumbled for wood and a carving knife, knowing what he wanted to carve.

After a night of wind and snow, the sun rises, and the world is covered with white, quiet like a country without people.

In the ruined temple, the sun shines through the hole in the dome and falls on the old man who is concentrating on carving.

The woodcarving in the old man's hands has already taken shape, and it should be a person, who is sitting cross-legged, with his hands in his hands, and it turns out that the old man is actually carving the Taoist statue in the middle of the temple.

On one side of the carving, there is a word in the mouth, "On the top is the soul of Xiaguan Yuan, on the left is Shaoyang and on the right is Taiyin. At the back is the door of secret households. Breathing from the sun into the moon"

It seemed that his eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, felt a little uncomfortable after welcoming the coming of the sun. The old man raised his head and rubbed his eyes. Miraculously, he survived this cold night.

That old heart was still beating slowly and hard, pouring blood and warmth into his limbs and bones.

It's just that he still felt very hungry and thirsty. After thinking about it, he continued to carve on the wood carving.

"The mouth is Yuchi Taihe official. Rinse your throat with spiritual liquid and don't do it."

He felt that he was not so thirsty, but he didn't have too many surprises, as if everything was natural.

He got up slowly, walked into Baixue's world with a wood carving and a carving knife, and walked with a lot of strength. It turned out that the master didn't lie to me. Only here, I understood the true meaning of the Taoism.

"But do I really understand?"

The old man smiled and shook his head again, he has always been a dull person.

"The body produces radiant qi and fragrant orchids, but destroys all evil spirits"

The old figure walked into the white world, but the back didn't seem so stooped anymore.

All the way to the east for three thousand miles, the old man was obsessed with carving, and the carving in his hand was his life's work, and he had never had such a fine carving.

On the way, he was immersed in carving and chanting sutras, forgetting the time, the road ahead, eating and drinking, as if everything in the world was cut off from him.

There is no doubt about many things at the age of 40, the slight confusion about destiny at the age of 50, and the hesitation in judging good or bad at the age of 60

He still doesn't understand many things, but he doesn't doubt anymore.

He has never complained about others, and now that he has a clear goal, why should he be confused?

He doesn't need to worry about the eyes of the world to judge the good or bad of things, he just keeps it in his heart.

He doesn't need to be so stable and mature, he just needs to be at ease and be at ease.

He has never felt so transparent, he has never felt so clear, he is a stupid person, and stupid people often don't think too much, which will be very distressing.

His whole life was ordinary, but he never felt that he was muddled, and he never felt distressed.

"Back to the purple and embrace the yellow into the dantian, the dark room illuminates the Yangmen"

The old man walked on the post road, crossed the big river, climbed over the mountain, and walked through the market. The road became shorter and longer under his feet.

Three years passed, and the old man came to Huafeng Prefecture, to the foot of Huangting Mountain, and to the pool where he had sneaked down the mountain to play when he was a child.

He slowly leaned over and washed his face with water in his hands. The waves rippled, reflecting in the pool water like a mirror. Where is the old age?

It was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy wiped his face clean, and put the last touch on the wood carving, and the wood carving was exactly like the person in the pool.

"May I ask this benefactor, what is the purpose of going up the mountain?"

On Huangting Mountain, Xiaodaotong, who was cleaning the steps, looked at the boy who was climbing the mountain, and asked.

"May I ask Huang Tingshan to accept disciples?"

The boy showed a simple and honest smile.

Chapter 680 Four Monsters

"Ah? But the mountain no longer accepts apprentices, only handymen like Xiaodao."

Xiao Daotong was a little confused, now that Huangting Mountain is in decline, it is long gone from its former glory, there are not many people who come to apprentice, and the mountain can't support so many disciples.

You must know that the food and clothing used by the disciples to practice martial arts are very good, and there is also a monthly payment.

He was also picked up by the Taoist chief, and now he has a job as a handyman.

"A handyman?"

The young man looked at Luo Feng who was on the long climbing steps, and he smiled and said, "The handyman is also pretty good."

Xiao Daotong carefully inspected this young man, he was dressed in rags, but his appearance was fair and he was in good spirits, he wondered if he could not survive the famine at the foot of the mountain in recent years?

He brought the boy to the Hall of Deacons and reported to the uncle on duty.

"Handy boy? Let the old man think about it carefully. It seems that there is only the cemetery left to be cleaned. Why don't you let him go there?"

A nearly 50-year-old Taoist stroked his beard and thought, made a decision, then looked at the boy and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

The boy's eyes were clear, and he smiled innocently and said, "Zhang Xuansheng."

"Well, it's a good name, it sounds like it's destined for me."

The old Taoist waved his hand, and asked the little Taoist boy to take Xuansheng away.

"Junior brother, that's what I call it. Although we are all handymen, you are also late than us. There is a cemetery in front of you. There is a wooden house by the side of the mountain, which is your residence."

Xiao Daotong led the way, and stopped when he was still some distance away from the cemetery, just pointing, he didn't really want to go there, I heard that there were ghosts at night.

"Thank you."

The young man nodded.

"By the way, there are two meals a day, Chenshi and Noon, on the west side of the side hall, where our handymen eat. Don't miss it, or there will be no food."

Before leaving, the boy did not forget to remind.

"How do you call your brother?"

The boy asked, which made Xiao Daotong smile. It was the first time he heard someone call him senior brother.

"Master Gui named me Li Guiyi, junior brother, you can call me Guiyi to become better."

he replied with a smile.

"Guiyi, what a good name, then I'll go and clean the place first."

"Well, very few people come to visit the cemetery. Just don't let the fallen leaves and weeds be too much. It's just a little bit infiltrated at night. Junior brother, take care."

After Li Guiyi finished speaking, he left. He hadn't finished his work in the morning, and he didn't know how much he would add after leaving.

The young man walked among the cemeteries and came to a grave according to his memory. He bent over and wiped off the dust on the stele with his sleeve, placed the wood carving in front of the grave, and solemnly kowtowed, "Master, I'm back to see you." .”

After thinking about it, he smiled again and said, "I'm going home."

Then, he got up and found the wooden house, took out the broom from it, and began to clean the cemetery. It was still the job of a handyman, but he enjoyed it very much. It was the peace he longed for most in his life.

It's been a few years

At night, on the common bunk in the handyman's room, the handyman boys in Huangtingshan stayed up and discussed interesting things.

"Let me tell you, I heard that there is a monster hiding in the cemetery in the back mountain."

"Monster? Who did you hear that from?"

"It's Zhang Xuansheng who went up the mountain a few years ago. It seems that he got started in the Li Gui area next door."

"What's wrong with him, why do you say he is a demon?"

"I heard that he never came to eat with us after he went up the mountain. If you don't believe me, ask other people, has anyone seen him?"

"If people don't come, how can we be considered a demon here?"

"Are you stupid, you are a human who doesn't want to eat!?"

"Maybe they ate elsewhere?"

"The brothers inside the door will let him eat together, not to mention that there is only one road leading to the mountain from the cemetery, and I heard that the people in charge of cleaning nearby have never seen him come out."

"Then it might be that someone caught wild game on the mountain to eat. Wang Teng, I'm afraid you read too many fairy tales. Go to bed quickly. There are all kinds of monsters in your dreams."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Immediately, the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The young man named Wang Teng suddenly became impatient, sat up and said: "Don't laugh, I know you are this kind of virtue. I specially mustered up the courage to go there during the day to see it. Guess what?"

Wang Teng's words immediately aroused everyone's interest, they stopped laughing and listened attentively.

"That Henry Zhang is still the same as he was back then, you know, ten years have passed!"

As Wang Teng said, he couldn't help shivering, fearing that a monster would appear in the darkness and eat him.

The others were also stunned, "Is this true?"

"Wang swears by his personality, there is absolutely no falsehood."

Wang Teng said firmly.

Suddenly everyone became quiet. If what Wang Teng said is true, then this matter is indeed evil.

Their Huangting Mountain was once known as the first school of Taoism in Wuguo, but they inside the school knew well, what were those senior brothers chanting scriptures?There are no immortals and Buddhas in this world, it's just that people who practice martial arts are better at keeping healthy.

The old head teacher who lived the longest lived for more than 140 years, and was honored as an immortal teacher by the then emperor of Wu Kingdom.

How can there be real immortality in this world?Everything in the scriptures is a lie.

It's just that these words, they only dare to think in their hearts, if others listen to them, they are afraid that they will be torn apart by the disciples in the sect.

"Go to sleep, it must be Wang Teng's hysteria. Besides, you have never seen Henry Zhang back then, maybe he just looks tender."

Someone said, and then a group of people joined the discussion, everyone put on a quilt, and after a while, they snored loudly, leaving only Wang Teng depressed.

The next day, for unknown reasons, this news spread, and many disciples on Mount Huangting heard about it.

There were also curious people who went to the Houshan Cemetery to see what was going on, but they only saw a well-behaved young man who was very simple, with modest and polite words, and a slightly naive smile.

This is a demon?

That is to say, those handymen love to talk nonsense, and it is not normal for some people to be tender.

This matter passed like this, until that day, after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the mountain gate, Lin Guanghanyan, the current head teacher of Huangting Mountain, was reminded of the past, and wanted to go to the cemetery to pay homage to the deceased.

He walked alone, and he walked through the path that has been in the future for many years. Compared with the last time, it was much cleaner. It seems that there are new handymen recruited below.

He wandered in the cemetery, trying to help his master sweep the tomb, but found that there was no trace of dust on it. He felt that the new handyman was serious and responsible, and he also felt that he was really an unfilial apprentice.

Not only did he sweep his master's tomb for many years to come, but even the once glorious Huangting Mountain gradually declined in his hands.

"If you want to burn incense, I can go to the house to get it."

A boy's voice sounded, and Lin Guanghan turned his head abruptly. He is one of the top experts in Wu Kingdom, but he was touched behind him and didn't know it?

Or is it that he just reminisced about the past, immersed in guilt, and temporarily forgot his sense of the surrounding environment?

But no matter what, he shouldn't be so careless. Fortunately, this is a mountain gate, and they are all his own people.

And when he turned around and saw that face, he was in a daze for a moment, even thinking that he was in a dream.

"Little Junior Brother?"

Lin Guanghan was shocked, with an unbelievable look on his face, and then he shook his head in self-deprecating manner, saying that when people get old, they always like to think wildly, but they just look alike.

"It's okay, the old man admitted his mistake."

He spoke to comfort the teenager who might be frightened by him.

"Senior brother Liu, I didn't expect you to be the head teacher now."

However, the boy's emotional words made him petrified instantly.

Chapter 680 The Old Man and the Young Man

"You, you, you... are you really a junior brother? Henry Zhang?"

Lin Guanghan's heart trembled, and he looked at the other party in disbelief.

The young man in front of him looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, exactly the same as the junior in his memory. He still remembered the way he scratched his head in embarrassment when he laughed at his junior when he made a mistake in reciting scriptures.

But now nearly [-] years have passed, he is already an old man in his early [-]s, and he may be buried in the ground in a few years, but the junior brother is still the same as before, which made Lin Guanghan feel a little confused for a while.