Little Taoist, don't run! [Entertainment]

"Moonlight Lighting Hall..."

Somewhere, the melodious and ethereal nursery rhyme came faintly from the silent mountain forest accompanied by crisp copper bells, reverberating in the mountains, lingering...

The bright white moonlight poured on the bamboo leaves, and there was a faint gleam, which was hazy and graceful in the rising mist.A gust of wind blows by, and the narrow and thin bamboo leaves move slightly, rubbing against each other, making a "rustling" sound, which echoes in the deep mountains together with singing and copper bells.

The breeze was strong, suddenly flocks of birds took off, and the mountains became noisy for a while.

The birds scattered, and for a moment, the surroundings returned to silence.

Mao Xiaosheng raised his head slightly to look at the place where the bird flew up, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart, he hugged the bamboo basket in his hand tightly, quickened his pace, and ran along the moss-covered stone road.

There was no more sweet singing, only the sound of hurried footsteps and the same messy crash of copper bells.

An old earthen house is hidden in this deep mountain. I don’t know how long it has been sitting. It has long been surrounded by lush bamboo forests and can only be vaguely seen. The stone road leads to this house.

The dilapidated wooden fence whimpered painfully with the wind, and the hut was pitch black, as if it was about to merge with the night, revealing a little gloomy and cold, and suddenly there was an erratic blue-blue shimmer in the silence of everything , even more weird.

Mao Xiaosheng saw the hut from a distance, and saw that there was no bamboo lamp lit up at the door like in the past, the uneasiness in his heart increased, and the sense of ominousness gradually rose, and he felt a cold and ghostly air around the hut.

He became more and more anxious, he almost flew up to the front of the hut, and slipped in through the open fence door, the surroundings were only dark, everything in the courtyard seemed to be the same as before, when he opened the door, Mao Xiaosheng Without staying for a moment, he went straight through the outer room to the inner hall.

The door of the inner hall was opened, Mao Xiaosheng's footsteps stopped outside the threshold, he stared blankly at the hall, the bamboo basket fell from his hand, and the herbs were scattered all over the floor.

The hall was in a mess, and there were traces of the practice everywhere. All the bamboo chairs were smashed and scattered on the ground. With the breeze passing through the hall, it was gently raised, mixed with the strong fragrance in the hall, which could not dissipate for a long time.

Right in the middle of the inner hall, a gray-haired old man fell to the ground. His thinning hair stuck to his haggard cheeks, which set off his gray complexion.The old man closed his eyes tightly, and stretched forward holding a piece of yellow talisman paper in his hand.

"Master!"

Regardless of the herbs on the ground, Mao Xiaosheng flew to the old man and knelt down, reaching out to touch the old man's face, but the moment he saw the old man's face, he seemed to have been greatly frightened, and his trembling hands stopped in the air for a long time refused to fall.

Tears welled up in his eyes, Mao Xiaosheng knelt in front of Master's body and bowed his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, weeping softly, the moonlight penetrated through the window, and covered the stiff corpse of the old man and Mao Xiaosheng's thin body like a layer of white gauze Mourning clothes, the cold is even more bleak.

Mao Xiaosheng lived with his master in this mountain since he was a child. According to Master Yiju Taoist, when the master picked him up from the bamboo forest, he was still a baby who couldn't open his eyes.

At that time, he was dying, and the master took pity on him and took him back to the hut to raise him. He also taught him the principles of life and affairs, and taught him the way of life.

Taoist Yiju saw that he was petite and cute, and loved him very much, so he named him this name after his previous surname. The name Xiaosheng also reminded him to be humble and kind.

Mao Xiaosheng grew up in this isolated mountain.

He also grew up with his second senior brother who was five years older than him. The two were as close as brothers, practicing and growing up together.

A year ago, the second senior brother, who was already a small success, went down the mountain alone to deal with the matter, but there was no news. Mao Xiaosheng begged his master several times to let him go down the mountain to look for it, but the master always smiled and shook his head in silence.

In the past 20 years, Mao Xiaosheng, who grew up under the love of his master and brothers, has never been so helpless as he is now. I don’t know how long he has knelt on this ground. The moonlight has disappeared on the mountain, and Mao Xiaosheng cried all his tears. Only then did he slowly raise his head to look at the master in front of him who would not get up again.

Seeing that Master died, but there was no trace of ferocity on his face, it seemed that he had let go of something on his mind, it was no different from usual, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Mao Xiaosheng suddenly remembered that his master said a few days ago that if he encountered any accident, he would burn his body, go to the second senior brother, and contact the senior senior brother.

At that time, Mao Xiaosheng only thought that this was a nonsense of the master who always liked to joke. Thinking about it this way, the master thought that the time was approaching, so he said it.

Wiping away the tears on his face, although Mao Xiaosheng was sad in his heart, he pulled himself together and carried the already stiff corpse on his shoulder with all his strength, and walked out step by step.

In the backyard of the small wooden house, Mao Xiaosheng gently put the tidied up master's body on a platform made of lychee tree branches. Looking at the sunken eye sockets of the master, Mao Xiaosheng held back his tears and put Yimei Daoist's body on the platform. With both hands folded in front of him, he picked up the torch beside him and lit the dead branches around him.

"The majestic Taoist, the merits and virtues have been completed..." Standing in front of the gradually burning fire, Mao Xiaosheng slowly read, the beating of the flames reflected in the black pupils, "Sprinkle the water of the Dharma with mercy, wash away the obsessed body... ·”

After reading this, Mao Xiaosheng threw the yin and yang in his hands into the fire, and in an instant, the wind was blowing around, and the flame jumped up, as if saying goodbye to him, and the bell on the braid behind him seemed uncontrollable rang.

"Walk forever on the three clear shores, and often say goodbye to the five turbid mud..."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, Mao Xiaosheng stared closely at the master's face in the flickering flames, knelt down straight on the ground, kowtowed three times, and when he raised his head again, the whole body of the master was covered by the scorching flames Devour was gone.

Tears fell uncontrollably again, Mao Xiaosheng wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, watching the flame slowly burn out, leaving behind a wisp of green smoke.

The first ray of morning light shines through the gaps in the mountains, and everything wakes up and is full of vitality.

In the forest, only this hut had a dignified atmosphere. Mao Xiaosheng buried the ashes of his master under the peach tree in the yard, carved a not-so-delicate tombstone on it, put the incense sticks in the incense burner, and Mao Xiaosheng knelt down again He kowtowed and said:

"Master, this disciple is not filial and cannot die for you. I will remember Master's words, so I will go down the mountain to find my second senior brother."

After all, there were a few more rings,

"The apprentice will never forget the teaching of the master, conquer the evil and promote the good, and follow the right path in the world."

Back in the house, Mao Xiaosheng packed his bags, walked around the small house a few times and only brought a cloth bag with him.

Taking all the money in the rusty tin can with him, Mao Xiaosheng stood in the courtyard and looked around reluctantly, before he walked out of the place where he had lived for 20 years.

Walking down the winding and rugged mountain road, from early morning to afternoon, Mao Xiaosheng didn't even drink a sip of water, all he wanted was to get out of the mountain forest as soon as possible, and he only wanted to find his second senior brother who had lost news as soon as possible.

This is not the first time he went down the mountain, except for the previous few times when he was entrusted to go down the mountain with his master and senior brother to get rid of evil spirits, he has never walked out of this forest alone.

Gradually, the trees became thinner, and the road opened up a lot. Mao Xiaosheng stood on tiptoe and looked at the road ahead. He saw a faint light, and walked more firmly under his feet. At the end of the day, the cloth shoes under his feet were already muddy. , But he didn't realize it, he only knew to walk forward with his head buried, and the two brass bells hanging from the end of a small braid that was longer than his waist behind his head accompanied him all the way.

Finally, just as the sun was about to set, another scene appeared in front of Mao Xiaosheng's eyes. The flash of light made him unable to bear to block his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, Mao Xiaosheng stared at the unfamiliar scene in front of him and froze in a daze. He tightened the strap of the cloth bag in his hand, the braid behind him moved with the breeze, and the copper bell made a hoarse rubbing sound. He froze. God, take a deep breath and take the first step.

The road under his feet changed from an undeveloped dirt road to a cement road. Mao Xiaosheng walked along the road, all the way down, and the thin figure in blue cloth gradually moved away.

Gradually, more and more cars were driving around, and Mao Xiaosheng finally saw the buildings not far away, which were different from the natural landscapes he usually saw. It had been several years since he saw these concrete behemoths last time. I couldn't help feeling excited and nervous again.

Walking to the right and wanting to cross the road, a blinding glare made him unable to open his eyes, followed by a piercing sound of horns and sharp brakes, Mao Xiaosheng felt a shock, hit him Fall backward.

Fortunately, the fall was not heavy, Mao Xiaosheng sat on the ground with his hands on the ground, and the tail sound of the bell behind him showed that he was still in shock.

Before he had time to stand up, a person got out of the car. Against the glare of the headlights, Mao Xiaosheng could only vaguely see a tall figure.

"Do you know how to walk? You don't have eyes! Let me tell you, you deserved it if you got hit today! You're good if you didn't get hit!"

The man's voice was very greasy, and he became more arrogant because he was reasonable, and the words he said were naturally not pleasant.

Mao Xiaosheng slowly got up from the ground without patting the dust off his body, bowed to the man, and said:

"sorry."

"It's good that you know! Next time, grow more eyes!"

Seeing that Mao Xiaosheng seemed to be a bully, the man stretched out a fat hand and grabbed Mao Xiaosheng's sleeve and pulled him aside.

"Stand aside, don't get in my way."

After speaking, he turned around and returned to the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car sped away.

Mao Xiaosheng staggered two steps, stabilized his figure, rubbed his waist and abdomen that had just been hit, sighed, and walked slowly forward on the sidewalk.

I don't know how long I've been walking, it's already dark, Mao Xiaosheng stood at the intersection of the bustling city, looking at the crowds coming towards him in all directions, he was already at a loss what to do.

The neon lights in the high-rise buildings are as dazzling as ordinary flowers. The confused Mao Xiaosheng didn't know which side to look at, he couldn't move his feet, he looked around helplessly, and finally followed a group of people in a hurry to cross the road.

Mao Xiaosheng, who was dressed in a blue cloth, looked out of place with this modern city, especially with a braid that was longer than his waist hanging on the back of his head, and the brass bell on it kept rubbing with his movements and making a "sigh" sound. The sound of "Shut up" caused the people around him to keep turning their heads to look at this slightly strange person, and a vacuum area like an enchantment was formed around him.

Mao Xiaosheng didn't notice the alienation and scrutiny of the people around him at all, and he focused on exploring this modern city that he was not familiar with, like a traveler, with a sense of peacekeeping all over his body.

The sound of the wind, the sound of music from the nearby square, the voices of people passing by on the street, the laughter when talking about celebrity scandals, the sound of the engine when the vehicle is running, the roar of the exhaust pipe, and the noise of pressing the horn In short, all kinds of sounds are mixed together, which Mao Xiaosheng has never experienced in the mountains.

The tympanic membrane was so noisy that it was about to explode, Mao Xiaosheng kept clenching the strap of the cloth bag on his chest with both hands, frowning slightly, the pace under his feet quickened, he didn't care what direction it was, and looked at his feet sullenly The road started to run, and finally turned into a gallop, the muffled and hoarse friction sound of copper bells surrounded him all the time, until his small figure disappeared into the street.

I don't know how long he ran on the street like this, Mao Xiaosheng seemed to completely leave the whole city behind.

Finally, the traffic around him was no longer so much, Mao Xiaosheng stopped, and looked blankly at the surroundings which had become even stranger.Sighing, Mao Xiaosheng gave up and walked under a flyover dejectedly.

He never thought that one day he would be so isolated and helpless, just like he never thought that he would lose his master and second brother at the same time.

The place under the overpass is not bad, enough to shelter him from the wind and rain for a night.

Slowly squatting down and shrinking himself into a ball as much as possible to keep warm, Mao Xiaosheng hugged his knees and actually slowly fell asleep.