Xiang Que looked confused with a capital letter, and the words in his mouth fell out with the unswallowed food.
At the entrance of the main hall, Lao Dao walked out slowly with his crotch in his pants, with a hairstyle licked by a calf on his head, a straight and clean Zhongshan suit on his body, and leather shoes that were shiny and shiny as a mirror A wisp of beard has a bit of a fairy wind bone, which is very confusing.
Glancing lightly at the food on the ground, Lao Dao combed the traitor on his head with a finger, and said, "Are you handsome, you can't open your eyes?"
"Goo" Xiang Que swallowed the food in his mouth, opened his mouth, and said in a very stiff tone: "No, what kind of demon are you doing?"
Xiang Que has known Lao Dao for twenty-three years, except for the fact that he didn't remember much before he was five years old, the remaining eighteen years in his eyes Lao Dao will always be an eternal and unchanged outfit, a head of sloppy hair, shabby clothes with oily shine and cloth shoes full of mud, this outfit has been more than ten years has never changed, and being a single-minded person to the point where he can already be outrageous.
Lao Dao was disgusted and threw off the ash on the stone with his hand, sat down carefully, and then picked up the dishes and chopsticks and said slowly: "I'm going out to find my sunset red."
Xiang Que blinked, and it took a long time to react: "What's that······· Looking for a wife?
Where can I find it?
” "Tianshan Jingci Nunnery," Lao Dao said a little shyly.
"Ahem, ahem" Xiang Que coughed several times, feeling a little dry in his mouth, picked up the soup spoon and drank a big mouthful and rinsed his mouth.
Lao Dao frowned and looked at him and said, "Why don't you pay attention to hygiene, what kind of bad habits?"
"Didn't I learn this from you" Xiang Que glanced at him, swallowed his saliva, hesitated but still asked: "Really looking for Aunt Dao, is it appropriate for you to do this?"
Can the Sanqing Patriarch be willing?
When you're old, let's accumulate some virtue for yourself."
Lao Dao pulled two mouthfuls of food and then patted his butt and stood up, ignoring his stubble at all: "Stay in the view by yourself, I don't know when I will return, let's say goodbye······ Goodbye, too late to shake hands" Looking at the back of Lao Dao drifting away, Xiang Que suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at the hall that had no candle flame, he pulled his neck and shouted: "No, what about the four life soul lamps?"
” "Sent to your uncle, I'm relieved, goodbye to you" The old man walked away, and the figure dissipated.
After a long time, Xiang Que took out a cigarette and smoked silently, the old Taoist can come out of the view Xiang Que is very gratified, twelve years except for the time on Qilian Mountain, he has never left the ancient well view, Wang Baochai is only a bitter hand cold kiln for 18 years, a man can guard the Taoist temple for more than ten years, it is true It's not so easy.
"It's really holding ······" Xiang Que sighed silently: "Go in peace in your old age" At the foot of the hill, in Gujing Village, Lao Dao led a donkey from the village chief's house, sat sideways on the donkey's back, and raised a whip in his hand.
"I rode a white horse, walked three levels, changed into plain clothes and went out of the Central Plains, and no one cared about the Taoist temple······ I just want to go up to the Heavenly Mountains."
Lao Dao shook his whip and shouted, "Boom······ The sunset is on the hill."
In the Gujing Temple, Xiang Que got up and packed up the wooden barrel and put it in front of the door, then turned around and returned to the Jing Pavilion.
The dilapidated Gujingguan has taken the old way, and there is no one left, and he will also leave if he does not know the geometry.
The ancient well view is still dilapidated, but the ancient well view is still the ancient well view, because Xiang Que is still there, Qi Changqing is still there, Uncle Shi is guarding the purgatory of the Yin Cao Difu, and Lao Dao went to Xishan to find his sunset red, so what about Xiang Que and Qi Changqing?
For a few days, although there was only one person left in the view, he still maintained a long-term biological clock, got up early to clean up the courtyard, waited for the villagers to send food up the mountain, had breakfast, returned to the pavilion to read through the notes of the predecessors of the Gujing Temple, and could not see things at night, and lay on the rattan bed in his clothes Close your eyes and refresh yourself.
Wake up early and go to bed early.
Four days later, the top shelf has been familiar with fifty percent, and Xiang has a slight understanding.
The ancestors of Gujingguan in the past dynasties, Xiang Que didn't know much before, Lao Dao and Uncle Shi had never talked about the predecessors of Gujingguan with Xiang Que, it seemed that it was very taboo about this, and he knew very little, and he didn't even know the name of the ancestor of Gujingguan before.
After reading through the previous people's notes, Xiang Que was shocked.
During the flood of Song Huizong, the people were not able to make a living, and the twelfth generation of the ancestor of Gujingguan, Mo Qing, followed the example of Dayu to control the water, and used the power of one person to change the mountains and rivers with a large array of feng shui, leading water into the sea, and letting the raging floods disappear.
In the fourth year of the Ming Dynasty, the ghost city of Xudu was broken by evil things, and countless ghosts were born, harming the people of a radius of thousands of miles, and even harming the changes of the whole world.
During the reign of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the fire of Huangshan, the fire was still not extinguished for three days and three nights, the twenty-second generation patriarch of Gujingguan ran to Huangshan alone, sealed the fire with a large array, so as not to spread the fire.
In the forty-eighth year, the twenty-eighth generation patriarch of Gujingguan went to the capital to set up the national sports array!
The people of the ancient well view, there is no one who has come after the ancients, who is sad and merciful, and good at the way of heaven!
Twelve days later, on the top floor of the pavilion, read through the classics of the predecessors of the ancient well view, and one did not fall.
At this point, it is time for Xiang Que to come out of the mountain again.
A day later, standing in front of the Gujingguan Hall, Xiang Que looked back and stood for a long time.
Gujing view, people go, watch the sky.
Lao Dao went to Tianshan, Uncle Shi guarded the purgatory of the underworld, Qi Changqing didn't know where he was, and Xiang Que was about to leave at this time.
"I don't know one day, the four of us will be able to reunite in Gujingguan ······" Xiang Que finally cleaned the entire Taoist temple carefully from the inside out, even if the ground in the courtyard would be covered with residual leaves and dead branches two days after he left, and the entire Taoist temple would be covered with a layer of dust in a few days, he would Keep the temple in its cleanest state when you leave.
Almost all the men, women and children in Gujing Village went out, standing on both sides of the village road and looking at the figure that walked down from the hill, which was the last person to come out of Gujing Village.
"Xiao Xiang, just leave?"
The old village chief was smoking a dry tobacco pouch, and his face was wrinkled together.
"Gone, but it's not like it's gone" Xiang Que gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said: "Old and young masters, this is also my home, how can you say that there is no reason not to go home, right?"
” "Yes, yes" The villagers nodded again and again, and Wang Erniang took out a bag of steamed buns and a pot of water and handed them to Xiang Que.
"Go well, go well" On the village road, he waved to the villagers and said goodbye to the villagers.
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The old village chief looked at Xiang Que's departing figure, carrying a dry tobacco bag, and suddenly opened his throat and shouted: "Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan are dusty, and thirty million old Shaanxi people are singing Qin dialect······· Serve a bowl of noodles with joy, without putting spicy noodles and muttering······ I hope you will go back to Qinchuan again, "Roar Qin Dialect and send people back!"