Xiang Que has imagined countless times that when Chen Xia leaves him, what kind of mentality will he have, he knows that he will be very sad, he knows that he will be very sad, but when sadness and sadness come, he knows that there is a feeling called unacceptable.
The departure of the love of his life also seemed to take away Xiang Que's life, and he knew that his feelings had been buried since Chen Xia left.
After Chen Xia's funeral was over, Xiang Quan's grandson, Xiang Zheng's son, planned to take him to the elderly, and the finished child also begged repeatedly, but Xiang Quan, who was used to being alone with Chen Xia, resigned the invitation of his juniors.
Seeing all the people and things related to Chen Xia, he was afraid that he couldn't help but recall all the fragments of the two in his mind.
Sometimes, escapism is really a good medicine.
Xiang Que said, "From now on I will stay away from you, and I will not go to me, and I will not be anxious about my ······."
Xiang Que said that the distance is really far away, since then for many years, the descendants of Chen Xiang's two families have not seen Xiang Que again, his name has become a legend often circulated in the mouths of the younger generations, and there are even many people in the descendants who have not seen Xiang Que, only know that their family has such an ancestor who once dominated the yin and yang world of feng shui.
At the same time, the name Xiang Que has gradually faded away in the Feng Shui Yin and Yang world, and the people who have dealt with him in his generation, such as Maoshan, Tianshan and Heavenly Master, as well as Kunlun, have either died or left together, in short, in recent years, if you mention the name Xiang Que in the Feng Shui Yin and Yang world, almost more than ninety percent of people don't know it, and most of the people who can think of it are about 100 years old.
Xiang Que these years, has been walking in the places he has experienced, he went to the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum and Qianling, decades have passed two imperial mausoleums still have not been passive, a large number of tourists with a trace of mysterious, outside the mausoleum with great interest to guess, these two ancient emperors under the tomb of what kind of secrets are hidden.
Some people say that Qin Shi Huang is not actually dead, there is no body of him under the mausoleum at all, and Qin Shi Huang is really immortal.
Some people say that Wu Zetian was actually the Queen Mother of the West who came down to earth to make merits.
In fact, these people who speculate indiscriminately don't know that there is the only old man standing next to them who has visited the tomb of the ancient emperor twice, and Xiang Que has no intention of bragging about it.
Later, when Xiang Que was traveling, he had met acquaintances twice, the first time was when he met Yang Qingzhu, who had not seen him for many years, and the former Tianjiao of White Emperor City was also dying, living a secluded life in a village, and he was also alone.
Yang Qingzhu said that her brother Yang Qinglong did not survive the eighth thunder tribulation ten years ago, and she figured it out at that time, it turned out that the generation of Tianjiao in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land was just a phoenix tail in the feng shui yin and yang world.
Later, Xiang Que met Li Qiuzi again, the head of Longhu Mountain, who was almost the same age as him, and was planning to join forces to enter the cave and the blessed land, this little person who was once the most grassroots and struggling, finally proved his efforts at this moment.
Traveling all the way, Xiang Que has traveled through all the regions he has experienced, and he will mumble to himself every time he leaves.
"You're all gone, what's left for me to do······" In the end, Xiang Que returned to the Gujing View.
Gujingguan is no longer dilapidated, although it is not magnificent, but at least it is a lot cleaner and tidy, because these generations of Gujingguan disciples are much more competitive than Xiang Lack, and none of them are lazy.
Xiang Que walked up the steps with his hands behind his back, entered the ancient well view, an elderly Taoist priest in the view was waving a broom to take care of the fallen leaves on the green bricks, and was obviously stunned after seeing Xiang Que, and then came back to his senses for a long time, and respectfully walked to Xiang Que and saluted: "I have seen the ancestor" This is Qi Changqing's grandson, who has never been married and has children, and has always stayed in Gujingguan, planning to live a lifetime of green lights and ancient Buddhas.
Xiang Que snorted and said softly: "I'll stay in the temple for a few days, you can go, don't stay here all day, joining the WTO is also a kind of cultivation······" After this old Taoist left, Xiang Que went to the Jing Pavilion, flipped through the classics on the shelf, and suddenly he seemed to have returned to the time when he was ten years old when he first went to the ancient well view, and the old Tao threw him into the Jing Pavilion.
Lao Tao said: "There are three thousand hidden in the ancient well Guandao, you read them to me three times" At that time, the ten-year-old Xiang Que cried and cried, with a bitter face at a loss, he felt that the project was too big, but a few years later, he really read through the 3,000 Daozang of the Gujing Temple.
Xiang Que casually pulled out a scripture book and walked out of the scripture pavilion, and then came to the old locust tree in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, leaned against it, and looked at it casually.
In the evening, someone carried a wooden barrel up the mountain at the bottom of the mountain, and saw the old man under the old locust tree was obviously stunned, the villagers of Gujing Village have continued for several generations, naturally no one will recognize Xiang Quan, he walked to the door and reached out to take the wooden barrel, and then walked back slowly, leaving a sentence: "Gujing View, Gujing Village, generation after generation, generation after generation······" Under the old locust tree, four pairs of bowls and chopsticks were placed in Xiang Quan, all of which were full.
He held the rice bowl, the chopsticks in his hand trembled slightly, and he looked at the empty front in a daze.
"It would be nice if you were all here····· You're all gone, what's left for me to do?"
After dinner, Xiang Que took a nap with his eyes closed, and when the afterglow of the day fell on the mountain, Xiang Que seemed to fall asleep.
It's approaching midnight.
Xiang Que was sleeping, his breathing gradually weakened, and his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.
At midnight.
On Zhongnan Mountain, a ray of golden light suddenly fell under the clouds in the night sky, and the golden light made the stars and the bright moon seem to dim in an instant.
The golden light then fell on Xiang Que's body, and his body loosened slightly, and he fell crooked under the old locust tree, his hands scattered on both sides of his body, and his head crooked.
A figure rose from Xiang Que's body, and the golden light lingered on this phantom, this figure held a magic staff in his hand, wore a robe on his body, and stepped on an eighteen-petal lotus flower under his feet.
A moment later, another phantom figure rose from Xiang Missing's body, his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, and he looked down at the corpse at his feet, and only let out a long sigh after a long time.
The figure in the robe with the staff in his hand and the shadow in front of him looked at each other, and the figure saluted him with one hand together, and bowed to the same as he bowed.
Suddenly, on Zhongnan Mountain, on the ancient well view, the sound of Buddha lingered on the mountain.
At the same time, in the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld, there was also a sound of Buddha.
The earth has returned, and the whole world is under the Buddha's voice.
Xiang Que quietly looked at the figure that had followed him for a hundred years, and his heart was full of ancient wells.
Jizo is a bodhisattva, but he only envies mandarin ducks and not immortals.
Xiang Que quietly looked at his corpse under the old locust tree, and suddenly two yin cha walked out of the underworld.
"Give me a moment, and then I'll go to the Netherworld on my own·······" The two yin cha gave up their hands at the same time, and hurriedly said: "The little one is just doing his duty, the adult please take it."
Jizo took off, stepped on the lotus flower and greeted the auspicious clouds as if to leave, and the two never had a word of conversation from beginning to end.
Xiang Que stood lonely next to the corpse, two lines of tears fell from his eyes, ordinary people have tears but no tears.
"I miss you·······" "If I had a choice, I would like you to hold my hand and take me to the ancient well to see ······ again."
"Hey!"
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The Jizo King Bodhisattva, who was holding the staff on the lotus flower, suddenly sighed lightly, and his figure immediately took off into the air, but before he left, the staff in his hand suddenly converged downward.
The staff seemed to cut through the sky, appearing towards a dark gap in front of the missing body, and a cold wind blew in the gap, and in a trance, Xiang Que seemed to see that the hell in the gap seemed to be desolate.
Jizo left with the sound of the Buddha stepping on the lotus.
Gu Jing looked at the top of the mountain, looked at the gap blankly, and walked closer with trembling lips: "Old way, old way······ Are you there?"
At the top of the hill, there was silence.
Xiang Que stretched out his hand as if he wanted to pass through the gap.
"Huh" "Huh" Two broad-backed swords shot sharply from a distance, and the swords fell.
"Puff" Xiang Que knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Gujingguan disciple, meet the master, the uncle ·····" ······ a few years later.
A little boy wiping his nose, snorting a lollipop and swishing in front of a little girl with his crotch between his pants.
The snot was pumped back, and the little boy licked the lollipop and tilted his little head and said very seriously: "Xia Xia, when we all grow up, shall I marry you?"
” The little girl blinked her eyes wide and grinned, "Why, do you like me?"
” The little boy took out the candy from his mouth and handed it to the little girl in front of him and said, "I like it······ The first time I met you, I even had a thought of what our child was called."
The little girl took the lollipop, and she knew it was the little boy's favorite thing to eat.
"Alright, that's it·······" The little boy took her hand and said, "I met an old Taoist priest a few days ago, and he said that he wanted to take me to Zhongnan Mountain to learn Taoism, you can wait for me to learn art and go down the mountain·····