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- Xiang Que has imagined countless times what kind of mentality he will have when Chen Xia leaves him. He knows that he will be very sad, he knows that he will be very sad, but when the sadness and sadness come, he will know There is a feeling called unacceptable.
The departure of the love of his life also seemed to take Xiang Que's life away. He knew that his feelings had been buried since Chen Xia left.
After Chen Xia's funeral was over, Xiang Que's grandson, Xiang Zheng's son, planned to pick him up for retirement, and Wan Wan's children begged again and again, but Xiang Que, who was used to being alone with Chen Xia, declined the younger generation's invitation.
Seeing all the people and things related to Chen Xia, he was afraid that he would not be able to help recalling all the fragments of the two of them in his mind.
Sometimes, evasion is indeed a good medicine.
Xiang Que said: "From now on, I will stay away from you, don't look for me, and don't miss me"
The distance that Xiang Que said was really far away. For many years since then, the descendants of Chen Xiang's family have never seen Xiang Que again. His name has become a legend that is often circulated in the mouths of the descendants, and there are even many descendants. No one has ever seen Xiang Que before, they only know that there is such an old ancestor in his family who once ruled the world of feng shui and yin and yang.
At the same time, the name Xiang Que gradually faded away in the feng shui yin and yang world. Those who had dealt with Maoshan, Tianshan, Tianshi, and Kunlun in his generation had either died or left together. , in short, if you mention the name Xiang Que in the Feng Shui Yin Yang circle in recent years, almost 90% of the people don't know it, and most of them who can think of it are already around 100 years old.
Over the years, Xiang Que has been walking in the places he has experienced. He went to Qinhuang Mausoleum and Qian Mausoleum. After decades, the two imperial mausoleums are still untouched. A large number of tourists have a longing for mystery. Outside the mausoleum, they were very interested in guessing what kind of secrets were hidden under these two ancient tombs of emperors.
Some people say that Qin Shihuang is not dead, there is no body under the mausoleum, and Qin Shihuang is really immortal.
Some people say that Wu Zetian was actually the Queen Mother of the West who came down to practice meritorious deeds.
In fact, these people who speculated wildly did not know that standing beside them was the only old man who had visited the tomb of the Qiangu Emperor twice, and Xiang Que had no intention of bragging.
Later, when Xiang Que was traveling, he met acquaintances twice, the first time he met Yang Qingzhu, who hadn't seen him for many years, the former Tianjiao of Baidi City was also very old, living in seclusion in a village life, also alone.
Yang Qingzhu said that her elder brother Yang Qinglong did not survive the eighth thunder calamity ten years ago. At that time, she figured it out.
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 Heavenly Paradise. This little man who was once the most grassroots and struggling, finally proved his hard work at this moment.
Traveling all the way, Xiang Que has traveled all the regions he has experienced, and every time he leaves, he will mutter to himself.
"You are all gone, what do I do"
In the end, Xiang Que returned to Gujing Temple.
The Gujing Temple is no longer dilapidated. Although it is not magnificent, it is at least a lot cleaner and tidier, because these generations of Gujing Temple disciples are more competitive than Xiang Que, and none of them are lazy.
Xiang Que walked up the steps with his hands behind his back, and entered the ancient well temple. Inside the temple, an elderly Taoist priest was wielding a broom and cleaning the fallen leaves on the green bricks. When he saw Xiang Que, he was obviously taken aback, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses , respectfully walked up to Xiang Que and saluted: "I have seen the Patriarch"
This is Qi Changqing's grandson, who has never been married and had children. He has been staying at the Gujing Temple, planning to spend his whole life as a lamp to the ancient Buddha.
Xiang Que hummed, and said softly: "I'll stay in the temple for a few days, you go, don't stay here all day, entering the world is also a kind of practice"
After the old Taoist left, Xiang Que went to the Jing Pavilion, flipped through the classics on the shelf, suddenly he seemed to have returned to the time when he was ten years old when he first visited the ancient well, and the old Taoist threw him into the Jing Pavilion middle.
The old Taoist said: "There are three thousand treasures in Gujing Taoism, you read it three times for me"
At that time, ten-year-old Xiang Que was weeping and crying, with a bitter face at a loss. He felt that the project was too huge, but a few years later, he actually read through the Three Thousand Taoist Collections of Gujing Temple.
Xiang Que picked up a scripture book and walked out of the scripture pavilion, then came to the old locust tree in the Taoist courtyard, leaned against it, and flipped through it casually.
In the evening, someone from the foot of the mountain went up the mountain carrying a wooden barrel, and sawThe old man under the locust tree was obviously taken aback. The villagers of Gujing Village have been going on for several generations. Naturally, no one would recognize Xiang Que. He went to the door and took the barrel, then walked back slowly, leaving Next sentence: "Gujing Temple, Gujing Village, generation after generation, generation after generation"
Under the old locust tree, Xiang Que placed four sets of bowls and chopsticks, all of which were full.
He was holding the rice bowl, the chopsticks in his hand trembling slightly, staring blankly at the empty front.
"If you are all here, how good it would beyou are all gone, what am I going to do?"
After dinner, Xiang Que closed his eyes and took a nap. When the afterglow of the day fell on the hill, Xiang Que seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
It was approaching midnight.
Xiang Que, who was sleeping soundly, his breathing gradually weakened, and his brows suddenly frowned slightly.
At midnight.
On Zhongnan Mountain, a ray of golden light suddenly fell under the clouds in the night sky. The golden light made the stars and the bright moon seem to be dimmed in an instant.
The golden light then fell on Xiang Que's body, his body was lightly loosened, and he fell under the old locust tree, with his hands scattered on both sides of his body and his head tilted.
A figure rose from Xiang Que's body, and the golden light lingered on the phantom. This figure held a staff in his hand, wore cassocks on his body, and stepped on eighteen-petal lotus flowers under his feet.
A moment later, another phantom rose from Xiang Que's body, his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, he looked down at the corpse at his feet, and only let out a long sigh after a long time.
The figure in the cassock with the staff in his hand met the shadow in front of him, and the figure bowed to him with one hand clasped together, and Xiang Que also bowed in a gesture.
Suddenly, on Zhongnan Mountain, on the ancient well temple, the sound of Buddha lingered on the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the voice of Buddha also came from the 18th floor of Hell in Yincao Difu.
When Ksitigarbha returns, the Buddha's voice will appear all over the world.
Xiang Que quietly looked at the figure who had followed him for a hundred years, and his heart was at peace.
Ksitigarbha is a bodhisattva, but he only envies mandarin ducks and not immortals.
Xiang Que quietly looked at his body under the old locust tree, and suddenly two messengers walked out of the underworld.
"Give me a little time, I will go to the underworld by myself"
The two underworld servants cupped their hands at the same time, and hurriedly said: "The little one is just doing his duty, sir, please go ahead"
Ksitigarbha soared into the sky, stepped on the lotus flower to face the auspicious clouds, and seemed to be leaving. From the beginning to the end, the two of them never had a conversation.
Xiang Que stood beside the corpse lonely, two lines of tears fell from his eyes, ordinary people have tears but ghosts have no tears.
"I miss you·······"
"If I could choose, I still want you to hold my hand and take me to Gujing Temple again"
"Hey!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva holding a staff on the lotus suddenly sighed softly, and then flew away in the air, but before he left, the staff in his hand suddenly sank downward.
"Shua" the staff seemed to cut through the sky, and appeared towards a dark gap in front of Que's body. Bitter winds blew through the gap, and Xiang Que seemed to see the hell in the gap like a desolation in a trance.
Ksitigarbha left with the Buddha's voice stepping on the lotus.
Gujing looked at the top of the mountain, and Xiang Que stared blankly at the gap, and walked up to him with trembling lips: "Old Taoist, old Taoist are you there?"
On the top of the mountain, there was silence.
Xiang Que stretched out his hand as if wanting to pass through the gap.
"Shua"
"Shua"
Two broad-backed swords shot from a distance, and the swords fell.
"Putong" Xiang Que knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Disciple of Gujing Temple, I pay my respects to Master, Uncle"
A few years later······.
A little boy wiping his nose, holding a lollipop, and swishing up to a little girl with his crotch in his hands.
"Vulture" the snot was sucked back, the little boy licked the lollipop and tilted his head and said very seriously: "Xia Xia, when we grow up, I will marry you, okay?"
The little girl blinked her big eyes and said with a giggle: "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, saying: "I like When I first saw you, I even thought about what our child's name would be."
The little girl took the lollipop, she knew it was the little boy's favorite thing to eat.
"Okay, it's settled" The little boy took her hand and said, "I met a nagging old Taoist a few days ago, and he said he would take me to Zhongnan Mountain to learn Dao, wait for me to learn art and go down the mountain"
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