All the past events came to my mind, and everything came to the surface with these words.
Changsheng, Master, and me.
This is my master’s grave.
The broken fragments of Black Duck Mountain are being put together piecemeal.
Zhang Xun and Nian Chen followed me without saying a word.
I continued to look down, feeling the ups and downs in my heart.
It got bigger and bigger.
The master wrote here that the art of immortality is a forbidden art, but Jiang Changsheng still practiced it.
The latter article demonstrated the art of immortality.
The article said that the art of immortality was simply impossible.
I suddenly thought of Li Qiang.
At that time, Li Qiang's skin was in an aging state.
Yes, it was Li Qiang’s skin, and at that time Li Qiang wanted to drink my blood to save his life.
This should prove the failure of the art of immortality.
I can't help but think about it.
Could Jiang Changsheng be doing experiments on us?
Thinking of this, I think this idea is a bit scary.
Why did Jiang Changsheng ask us to come here?
We continued to walk forward along the tomb passage, but water had begun to accumulate in the tomb passage, and the water covered the uppers of our shoes.
This should be a legacy of mining.
Just then Nian Chen said, I seemed to smell the smell of rotten meat.
Just after Nian Chen finished speaking, I heard the sound of water.
On the other side, it seemed like someone was wading in the water, and the sound of water was rushing.
It falls on the ears very clearly.
Zhang Xun said calmly: "It seems like someone is coming over there."
I hummed to show that I understood.
We stood there without moving for a while.
I also smelled the smell of rotting meat that Nian Chen mentioned, and I guessed that it must be a dead person.
The light of the flashlight shines in the water, and the appearance of the person cannot be reflected in the water.
This darkness makes it impossible for people to see themselves clearly.
The sound of water continued.
I listened to the sound of water and judged in my mind how far away the person on the other side was from us.
After about four or five minutes, a person smelling like rotten flesh appeared next to us. forward.
"It's a zombie."
Nian Chen's voice sounded a little rippled.
The flashlight clearly illuminated the walking zombies.
The scars on their faces were rotten and looked like they had been soaked in water for an unknown amount of time.
It looks extremely scary.
Zhang Xun took out the mahogany sword on his back and his expression became a little more serious, as did Nian Chen.
But now these zombies are nothing to worry about for me.
We quickly took action and cleaned up more than ten zombies without wasting much effort.
But his body was stained with black and rancid blood.
Nian Chen said to me now: "Xiao Fei, don't move, there is blood on your face."
I looked at Nianchen in confusion.
Nianchen reached out and wiped the blood off my face.
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After Nianchen finished wiping, he muttered, "It stinks."
First, the water was full of corpses.
We stepped on the corpses and walked forward.
I wanted to see if the master had any other hints.
After another walk, the road became dry.
But we were definitely wet.
Zhang Xun said that those zombies should all be dead miners.
I hummed and said, "It's very possible."
The darkness shrouded this place forever, but the flashlight dispersed the darkness here.
Pictures of "Disciples Becoming Masters" appeared on both sides of the wall.
One after another, past events emerged, vividly in mind, asking for a teacher, kneeling down, entering the door, serving tea, kowtow, and paying homage to the teacher.
I muttered a few words, but only I could hear them.
I reached out and touched the mural.
When I didn't know much about the world, I could do something so piously.
Looking back now.
Conspiracies and traps emerge one after another.
What kind of heart is the true heart, and what kind of face is the true face.
Pictures accumulate and begin to emerge.
The master said that when entering this door, the most important thing is to cultivate your heart and cultivate a kind heart.
The two young men knelt together in front of the master.
The master said that the person who goes up a level first is the senior brother, and the person who goes up the next level is the younger brother.
When you become brothers, you need to be brothers and sisters, and it is equally important to cultivate your mind, morality, and Taoism.
I seemed to see the master in a white robe coming to me.
He continued to walk forward, passed through a tomb passage, and came to a tomb chamber.
The tomb chamber was clean and contained some items, which were neatly stacked.
There are many scrolls and many books.
The paintings and books were well preserved, and a talisman was drawn at the door of the tomb passage.
The talisman blocked all the zombies from the door.
There are also candles here.
I use a lighter to light them.
The dark yellow light illuminated the place, and Nian Chen suddenly shouted: "Xiao Fei, come and see.
There is your portrait here."
After I heard this, I walked towards Nian Chen.
Nian Chen unfolded a painting, and a young man appeared on the paper.
The young man's green shirt is fluttering, his hair is tied up, and a wooden bun is inserted in the middle.
The young man looks indifferent.
He raises his right hand and places it flat on his waist.
The young man's eyebrows are full of righteousness.
There was still a hint of childishness between his eyebrows, but his eyes were firm.
Nian Chen said: "Xiao Fei, you look really good with your hair tied when you are young."
I look at myself on the scroll.
The black lines and a few flowing strokes outline my appearance back then.
We cannot keep our past selves, but the brushstrokes can fully reveal our past selves.
But it's not like this at all now.
There is worry between his eyebrows now.
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I was fascinated by what I saw.
Zhang Xun stood opposite us, unfolding a scroll.
On the scroll was Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng was dressed in a white robe and holding a book in his hand.
His eyes did not leave the book for half a moment.
He works tirelessly, but his "frame" is too small, as if he can't hold up the clothes.
A handsome face full of stubbornness.
"This is what Jiang Changsheng looks like when he's young, but Xiaofei, he's not as good-looking as you."
I put down my portrait, took over Jiang Changsheng's scroll and looked at it for a long time, as if I was seeing the past.
Nian Chen interrupted my train of thought and said, "Xiao Fei, there might be a portrait of your master here."
Nian Chen seemed to remind me that there should be portraits of the master, so I started looking for them among these scrolls.
It didn't take long to find a portrait.
There was a contrast between the master and the two of us.
The master was dressed in coarse linen clothes and completely unkempt, but he originally required Jiang Changsheng and me to be clean.
Be magnanimous like a gentleman and treat others with humility.
It’s just that this person has passed away I took a deep breath to calm down my impetuous heart.
I looked at the portrait and called out "Master, Master," I murmured.
I muttered that I am no longer young, and neither is the master.
But when I muttered for the third time, the portrait suddenly fluctuated, and then flew out of my hand.
The portrait hangs high in the sky.
Emits a faint light.
Staring at the portrait, it didn't take long before he saw a person walking out of the portrait.
To be precise, it is a soul, a remnant soul left in the scroll.
I looked at the scroll, my lips murmured, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.
I was silent for a while, and then called "Master", and the two words fell to the ground, and the memories swallowed me up instantly like a tide.
The master asks about right and wrong, right and wrong Now time has passed, things have changed, and the master said: "Xiao Fei, you are here."
I responded, looking straight at the master, neither humble nor arrogant.
With a faint smile on the corner of the master's mouth, the master said, Xiaofei, have your original intentions changed now?
My original intention, has it changed?
I asked the master rhetorically.
The master said: "You ask me?"
I hummed, someone was going against me, and maybe I was wrong.
If I was wrong, then my original intention was also wrong.
Should I stick to the wrong original intention?
I was at a loss.
The master said: "Xiao Fei, what did my master once teach you?"
I remained silent and didn't speak.
The master also sighed at this time.
He had no goal in his heart, just like duckweed, you can go wherever the wind lets you go.
After the master said these words, I said to the master, who is right and who is wrong between Chang Sheng and me?
The master said: "Do we have to distinguish right from wrong?"
I said: "There is no distinction between right and wrong.
How do I know who is taking the right path?
How do I decide whether I should continue going down?"
The master stroked his beard gently and asked me a question: "Xiao Fei, has Changsheng always insisted on his own path?"
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I hummed and said yes.
The master asked: "Is he right or wrong?"
I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t know, and the master continued: “Does he know whether he is right or wrong?”
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