Sundering Nature Chapter 124: Listen to grandpa telling stories
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-fourth Listening to Grandpa Telling Stories
"He is..." Li Yiming carefully looked at the spectacle man, and listened to the spectacle man's tone. This old Taoist priest did not look like an ordinary person. ?
"No, but...I don't know how to say it, you will know it as soon as you meet." The man in glasses waved his hand, and pushed the shadowless stone exposed from the shirt collar back to its original position.
But the more the man with glasses said this, the more curious Li Yiming was. Fortunately, Li Yiming’s curiosity did not last long. After the chanting in the temple ended, an old Dao dressed in a dark blue Dao robe slowly appeared at the entrance of the hall. An extremely ordinary old man with dense wrinkles on his face, drooping eyelids almost covering his eyes, long silver hair **** in a bun, neat and meticulous, and messy long beard quietly hanging on his face. A pair of eyes are turbid from a distance, their eyes are drifting away, and they seem to be unable to focus...
This old Taoist priest?
"Several people, wait a long time." The old Dao said far away, his voice was flat and soft, but with a special penetrating power, it was clearly soft, but it fell into everyone's ears clearly.
"Qingfeng Dao Chang is polite, take the liberty to disturb Dao Chang Qingxiu, and look at Haihan." Mr. You Fang gave a gift, and also put his hands together. Li Yiming and others got up one after another, only Chen Quan was still sitting on the ground, squinting at random to observe the old ways.
"Some of you came under the trust of the old Tao, so how can you bother? The old Tao is negligent, please come into the hall to speak." The old Tao shook his shirt lightly and made a please gesture to everyone under the steps.
Lin Lu took off the gun from her waist and put it on the ground, winking at Zhang Shanjun, who was on the alert, and stepped towards the hall. Li Yiming also put down the pistol, leading Liu Meng and everyone behind Lin Lu. Only Zhang Shanjun, still holding a gun, stood vigilantly in place.
"Several people are here, please take a break first. I will prepare refreshments for some of you." The old Tao and the others kept talking, and then walked to the side hall.
"The Daoist Chief does not have to trouble. We are performing the task. My name is Lin Lu, the person in charge of this operation. Coming here, we mainly want to know if there are any new changes in Lian Yunfeng in the near future." Lin Lu Stop this old Taoist who is always voting on the walk, and quickly explain his intentions.
"It's not too late." The old way smiled and waved his hand, as if he insisted on preparing, the old face smiled, and the wrinkles were more obvious.
"Qingfengdao has a lot of gifts, let you prepare tea for us yourself, it is really a shame for us." Mr. You Fang took the opportunity to step forward and helped the old Tao back to the people.
"Also..." The old Dao shook his head and chuckled, looking at the crowd with muddy eyes, as if he was only now looking at the people coming.
Lin Lu frowned slightly, and nodded at Mr. You Fang without showing a trace, and stepped back half a step back. She was most afraid of dealing with such people when she came from the army.
Old Dao's sights were repeatedly swept over by everyone, but when he saw Li Yiming, his sluggish gaze suddenly paused. He looked at Li Yiming's bald head in confusion, and when he folded his hands, he was pretentious.
"The old Taoist is clumsy, I don't know that there are Buddhist monks here..." Mr. You Fang is a civilized Taoist. Even if he lives in the mountains, the old Taoists have heard of it, but this is the same family; ordinary people enter here regardless of their beliefs. The main hall is the pilgrims, they are the gods, not the breeze; but the Buddhists are the guests, this rule cannot be broken...
"The Daoist misunderstood, I'm just bald..." Li Yiming touched the old Taoist's eyes, his nerves behind his ears twitched, and he lowered his head subconsciously, presenting the top of his head in front of the old Taoist. No scars...
Lin Lu glanced at Li Yiming weirdly, and Liu Meng chuckled softly.
"Qingfeng Daochang, let's talk about Lian Yunfeng..." Taoist Youfang is also dumb. He has been known for Qingfeng Daochang for a long time. How can he think that he will be like this after meeting? Sure enough, time is not forgiving...
"Speaking of Lianyun Peak... some of you, please follow me..." A sorrow suddenly appeared on the face of the old Taoist priest, who quickly covered the embarrassment before, and walked towards the back of the palace with a staggering pace. Mr. You Fang hurriedly Stepped forward and helped again. One~IndoMTL.com~Li Yiming touched his bald head and followed behind him with a wry smile, but Chen Quan looked around with a calm face, never letting go of any brick or tile in the hall, and finally stopped his gaze on the idol On the candlestick before...
"If you dare to take away even a leaf here, I will bury you under the locust tree in front of the temple." Lin Lu appeared beside Chen Quan without a trace, and snorted coldly.
"Hehe, Captain Lin laughed. It's fate to follow the fate." Chen Quan gave a dry smile and looked away.
"You can try your fate with the locust tree." Lin Lu gave Chen Quan a fierce look again.
With the aging pace of the old Taoist priest, a man slowly came to the backyard of the Taoist temple. The backyard is not big, the house is dilapidated and old, the low walls are spread with moss, and there is a stone table and four stone chairs under the thick osmanthus tree. Surround all around.
Millennium Taoist Temple? Why is it broken so far? Li Yiming glanced over the blue bricks on the ground. The blue bricks were distributed in a special arrangement, forming exquisite and mysterious patterns.
"Bring us here, the Taoist chief is..." Taoist Youfang looked carefully at the backyard, but he didn't know the purpose of the old Taoist.
"That..." The old Taoist squinted his eyes, slowly raised his right hand, and pointed to the front.
"Then?" Lin Lu stepped forward two steps, walked to the old Taoist priest, followed the old Taoist's fingers and looked forward, a section of low wall, the wall is slightly broken, the roots of the wall are covered with fresh moss, a pillar Unknown plants stubbornly penetrated through the cracks in the low wall, attached to the wall and stretched hard.
"Above, in the distance, mountains..." The old Taoist took a deep breath and stared at the front, the deep concern in his eyes was not concealed.
"Mountain?" Li Yiming frowned, the direction the old Taoist was pointing...
"You mean the mountains in the distance?" Lin Lu took a deep breath. There are mountains in that direction, but they are far away from here, even beyond the Tianshan Mountains, right? Is this old man really old?
"No, I mean the mountain nearby."
"Close? Old way, you can't play with us, right?" Chen Quan was obstructed by the low wall when standing on the ground because of his height. He climbed onto the stone table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and raised his toes. Thinking about climbing up the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
"Forty-nine peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, there is the thirty-first peak, the broken lotus peak..." The old Taoist slowly lowered his hands and scanned the crowd again.
"Broken Lotus Peak?" The man with glasses condensed his eyes, and looked at each other with Li Yiming, and quickly took out the computer. "The satellite map shows...there is indeed a mountain..."
"What?" Lin Lu flashed and appeared beside the man with glasses, staring at the computer in Li Yiming's hand unblinkingly. Liu Meng was curious and leaned forward.
"A mountain has disappeared?" Li Yiming once again stared in the direction pointed by the old Taoist, still empty, the blue sky and white clouds, thousands of miles of clear sky, completely impossible to cover with clouds and fog.
"Since nine days ago, that mountain would disappear every noon, until the evening, and reappear..." The old Taoist's tone was flat, as if he was talking to himself.
"Didn't it mean that the vision only appeared in Lian Yunfeng?" Mr. You Fang asked in surprise, his eyes kept aiming at the computer in the hands of the man with glasses.
The old Taoist priest did not answer Mr. You Fang's words, but turned and looked up, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that was about to open in front of him.
"No, I need to use the outside equipment to confirm again." The man with glasses put down the computer, looked at the empty sky again, and walked out quickly. This scene alone was enough to attract his attention.
"Let's help you, Jianmin, come." Lin Lu greeted and followed quickly.
"I'll take a look too." Liu Meng was curious, nodded to Li Yiming, and quickly followed.
"Can you talk alone?" Just when Li Yiming wanted to keep up, the old Taoist priest suddenly spoke, looking at Li Yiming with muddy eyes.
"Of course." Li Yiming stopped raising his footsteps and readily agreed. At the same time, he took a meaningful look at Mr. You Fang and Chen Quan on one side. The two quickly left with interest, but Li Yiming muttered inwardly, this What does the old Taoist want to talk to himself?
The old Taoist priest did not speak, and walked slowly to the stone bench under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He didn't care about Chen Quan's stepping just now, and he sat down with his knees. Li Yiming understood, went to sit down opposite him.
"I don't know what he can teach me." Li Yiming looked at each other with a smile, but he didn't know it. This smile, coupled with his bald face without eyebrows, was hideous and ridiculous.
"I learned Taoism at the age of seven, read the Book of Changes at thirty-five, watched Luoshu at 41, studied Hetu at forty-nine, began to travel around the world at fifty-three, and then became famous for ten years later. Chuan Taoist Temple is no less than three hundred houses." Lao Dao sighed and looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree above his head again.
Li Yiming listened carefully and nodded, but he wondered again in his mind. Why did you tell me this?
"When I was sixty-three years old, I arrived here, Tianshan Mountain Lianyunfeng. So far, I have never taken this leisurely cloud view." Lao Dao retracted his gaze, put his hands in his wide sleeves, his eyes revealed Out of remembrance.
Li Yiming nodded earnestly, and quietly waited for the old Taoist to follow. Like a primary school student listening to the lecture, the strangeness in his heart continues to spread. Wouldn't it be for me to accompany him to reminisce about the past? Old people seem to have this hobby.
"I arrived in the evening that day. When I knocked on the gate, it was a small Taoist boy who opened the door. The other Taoist friends were doing evening classes. I was a Taoist priest, so I didn't want to disturb, so I sat in front of the temple and meditated. The strange thing is that in this beautiful mountain Taoist temple, I can’t enter samādhi anyway, or even meditate. I recite the Qingjing Sutra nineteen times in silence, but my heart is still confused."
"Oh? What happened later?" Li Yiming couldn't pretend to be patient, and couldn't help asking, pretending to be interested.
"Later... Later, I lived in this Xianyun Guan. This residence lasted for forty years..."
"Forty years? The Taoist leader this year..." Li Yiming was slightly surprised. The old Taoist's narrative was really difficult for him to concentrate. He could only look for other topics.
"The old way has three out of one hundred this year."
One hundred and three years old?
(Seeing your great support, I feel a little embarrassed, but the slow typing is a flaw. 1000 words per hour, I will try my best to see if I can add more on weekends.)