On the unfortunate days in the underworld

The following days seemed to be on the right track, but it also seemed to be completely separated. Huiming lived the same life as before. When he came to eat delicious food, the gods in the heaven still treated him as before, and did not pay attention to him because of this special experience. Watering the shears and cutting the branches, the day seems to pass by like this.

But there is always something missing. When Huiming was bored, he looked at the tail of the Milky Way that was slightly exposed at the end of Tiangong, and knew that his heart still flew to the other end after all. Life is still the same life, but he has changed his face and bid farewell to innocence. .

"Hey," after finishing the last flower, Huiming stretched his waist, gently closed the door, walked along a small path, and walked leisurely, occasionally meeting other colleagues on the way, and rewarded him He smiled kindly, but kept his hands hidden in his sleeves and put them in front of him, trembling from time to time, revealing his uneasy mood at the moment.

Based on Huiming's understanding of Heavenly Court for so many years, it is no surprise that he still lost his way. When he walked around the same tree for the third time, Huiming felt that he might not be able to find it, and that is also the person Feng Yin mentioned. , The place of residence has never been mentioned by people, it seems that this has become a taboo in the heavens, and it may be difficult to find it just based on a few gossips of unknown origin.

"This Xiantai, dare I ask, do you know where Dongshan resides?" Huiming finally saw a person, and immediately caught him and asked.

That man also had a beard, and he originally had a supernatural appearance, but when he heard Huiming's words, he couldn't help but look at him with terrified eyes, and his soft and flowing hair exploded in all directions. Fuchen pointed at Huiming, and said with his nostrils slightly open, "What are you doing there?"

"What are you doing, I'm going to find someone," Huiming wondered why he made such an expression, and felt that he was not going to Dongshan Island, but the eighteenth floor of hell.

"There's only one person there," the fairy was still in shock, he sized up Huiming, looked at his thin and thin body, sighed twice, and persuaded: "This little fairy, what can't you think about? If you have to go there, I think you've been immortal not long ago, so I'm afraid you don't know a lot of things, that person, he." Speaking of this, the immortal's old face turned red, and he held back for a long time before he was filled with righteous indignation said these words.

"He's a beast," the immortal said with tears in his eyes, as if he had written all the grievances of half his life on his face, he held Huiming tightly, and persuaded him, "Little fairy friend, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and see the shore, you don't want to go .”

Although Huiming was taken aback by his appearance and already had the heart to retreat, when he thought of Xiao Changlu, he made up his mind and plucked up the courage to reject him, "Thank you for Xiantai's kindness, but I really have something to do There, I hope that Xiantai can tell the truth, and I will definitely keep my mouth shut."

"You!" The immortal looked at Huiming's unwillingness to repent, and felt that it would be futile to persuade him. After telling him the specific route, he left the word "take care" and disappeared.

Seeing his gray-haired appearance, Huiming didn't expect his legs and feet to be so light. After a while, he spent several hours according to his description, and finally turned around at the end of a small road, and saw a lake in the water. Kojima, probably this is the place he was looking for.

After taking a few deep breaths, he thought about the meeting words that he should say. Huiming used his skills and arrived on the island without any hindrance. He was a little surprised at the smoothness. The scenery here is pleasant, quiet and elegant, even in the Tiangong. There are places surrounded by immortal energy everywhere, but this place still looks unique, especially the uninfected atmosphere, which made Huiming very curious about it.

Huiming, who was thinking, felt his trousers being pulled by something, looked down, and saw an old tortoise that seemed to be over a hundred years old was biting his trousers. Taking a look at his accumulated eyefolds, he twisted his body slowly and cumbersomely, and walked towards the direction of the house.

Seeing the situation, Huiming knew that it was definitely here to lead the way, but the road here is not far from the gate, do we need it to lead the way?Huiming felt baffled, but with the mentality of respecting the old, loving the young, and making money with kindness, he obediently followed behind, taking one or two steps every half an hour or so.

According to this rhythm, I finally arrived at the door before dark. The old tortoise stretched out one of his paws, knocked slowly three times, and then the door opened with a creak. I climbed over a threshold that was higher than myself, and I never thought that if I didn't take a step, I would just turn my back on my back, speechless.

Seeing this scene, Huiming hurried in to help it turn over, but was dizzy by the aroma coming from the door, and only managed to recover after several sneezes.

"Huh," the old turtle looked at his tears, and made a mocking sound in disdain, and walked forward with his tail flicking. After walking a few steps, he suddenly opened his mouth, as if he was tired. The limbs retracted into the shell with a whoosh, and snored.

"Hey," Huiming called it, and after receiving no response, he felt that he couldn't wake him up, so he could only walk forward in fear. Something is wrong, there is no one in the huge room, there are carved beams and painted columns, gold gauze and jade cabinets, glazed lamps and green tiles, three in and three out, pavilions and pavilions, silver Han Xiaohe curtains.The more gorgeous the place, the more it makes Huiming feel uneasy in his heart, thinking that there must be a unique reason for this place to be forgotten.

"This old turtle has really learned how to be lazy. It's really ridiculous to entertain people so badly," a clear voice came, and a man in a long-sleeved shirt came out from the hall, looking very handsome. He is handsome, with affectionate eyebrows and a smile at the corner of his mouth. He is quite different from the usual solemn-faced immortals. His enthusiastic attitude caught Huiming a little by surprise.

"You are..." Huiming looked at him hesitantly.

"Yes, I am Qingtai," the man who claimed to be Qingtai took Huiming's hand and led him into the hall very enthusiastically. Poor Huiming had already been dragged into the thief before he knew what was going on. Nested.

"I did a divination before, and the divination indicated that there will be distinguished guests coming in the past few days, so I bathed and burned incense, prayed with all my heart, and finally hoped for you to come," Qingtai said very sweetly, "I think I will meet here every day. Facing this empty courtyard, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I can’t catch my eyes, it’s rare that a stranger comes to me, so let me take a good look at you.” As he said, he looked at Huiming without turning his eyes.

Huiming felt a little hairy when he saw it, and retracted his hand cautiously, and said with a little embarrassment: "Then dare to ask Taoist Master Qing, why don't you go out for a walk?"

"Go out," Qingtai's tone became sharper, "what are you doing out there, there is a rotten smell everywhere outside, going out will ruin my cultivation, it's better to stay here to be more comfortable."

What Huiming said was even more embarrassing. He was sitting and standing, and suddenly remembered what Feng Yin gave him, so he just changed the subject and said: "I came here mainly because I was entrusted by someone to hand over this thing to the Taoist priest." .”

Qingtai took a tightly wrapped thing, and he didn't shy away from it. He opened the package directly, and saw that there was nothing else inside, just stacked letters, and he didn't look at it carefully. I just took out the most recent letter and glanced at it, then put the pile of things aside.

"Hehe," Qingtai looked at Huiming with a sense of ignorance, he patted Huiming's shoulder lightly, and said appreciatively: "Little guy, you really are different from others, you really like me , since you have this kind of relationship with Xiao Changlu, I must be helping you, don't worry, I know their tricks like the back of my hand."

"It's not what I imagined, I am, I just want to help Brother Xiao," Hui Ming looked at his look with peach blossoms, and it seemed that his intentions were wrong.

"It's okay, I understand, help me." Qingtai didn't continue to tease Huiming, and suddenly talked about his own affairs, "Little brother, do you know what relationship I have with Feng Yin?"

"You?" Facing this question, Huiming guessed honestly, "Good friends."

"That's right," Qingtai laughed when he made him laugh, and said with his arms akimbo: "We are very good friends, so good that we are inseparable from each other, and we are in harmony with each other. Do you understand what I mean? If you don't understand, I will explain it to you in detail one time."

"Understood, understood." Huiming blushed at what he said, and hurriedly raised his hand to admit defeat.

"It's a pity that we firstly don't violate the rules of heaven, secondly, we don't commit crimes of killing, and thirdly, we don't destroy human relationships. We have become unspeakable in the eyes of all the immortals, and we are forced to separate me from Fengyin. Unless one day, I, who is full of gardens The figs bloomed, and all the ghosts in his eighteenth hell were reincarnated, so we can meet each other, you think this is not ridiculous?" Qingtai's words were easy to say, but it was very easy for Huiming to hear. disturbed.

This question must be difficult to answer, Huiming hesitated and didn't know what to say, wanted to say a few words of comfort, but was swallowed by Qingtai's calm and breezy appearance.

"So, if you and Xiao Changlu really become thorns in their eyes, the end will only be worse than the two of us. They will not allow this kind of thing to happen again. These old guys just don't want us to live well. "Qingtai mumbled to himself for a long time before remembering Huiming who was standing motionless at the side, and said to him with a smile: "Why am I telling you this, I'm afraid it will scare you, don't you just want to save Xiao Changlu? huh? I'll tell you what to do."

Qingtai beckoned, murmured into Huiming's ear for a long time, then gave him some things, and gave him a special amulet drawn by himself, with extraordinarily careful consideration.

"Daoist Qingtai," Huiming thanked him very much for his help, feeling that he really did not come in vain, this time Big Brother Xiao might really be saved, "Thank you for your generosity and help."

"Why don't you thank me, I am also for myself, but as the saying goes, there are many kings in shallow water, and there are many kings in this heaven, but there are many kings in deep water. Be careful in the future, Xiao Changlu is also a man who does not hit the south wall." If you don't look back, don't let the two of you bump into each other." Qingtai's kind words sound a bit wrong.

Of course Huiming nodded obediently, he hugged his pile of things, and left here with a happy face.

"Hey, it seems that the situation is really going to change suddenly," Qingtai exclaimed in surprise when he saw that his fig tree had grown a bone.

"I hope your end will be better." Qingtai threw the three copper coins that he used for divination into the lake, resigned himself to lying on the chair, and hummed a ditty.