Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Tong Ru has had two apprentices in her life, one is Jiang Peng and the other is Han Muchun.

Jiang Peng is a teacher with art, not his disciple at first, entrusted by an old friend who passed away to take care of him, Jiang Peng is unwilling to abandon his original master, so he only works as a nominal disciple under his sect for more than half a year Traveling abroad, he has mediocre qualifications, he is a bit honest and dull, he has no intention of harming others, and he is not very defensive. He has more than respect for Tong Ru and is not very close.

Compared with this famous senior brother, the real apprentice Han Muchun is much more colorful.

Tong Ru sometimes thinks that if Han Muchun's fate in this life is more peaceful, if his youth is less rough, and there is no chance to worship under him by coincidence, maybe he can become a general in the mortal world, at least he can become a generation of great Confucianism, this idea Even if there is Tong Rugao's reason for looking at his precious apprentice, it is not out of thin air.

Han Muchunxu was twelve years old, when he was nominated in the Qiuwei Guibang, Zhongjieyuan, it was considered a sensation and even reached the sage.

The following year, when he was supposed to go to Beijing for the examination, his father died of a serious illness.His mother died prematurely due to dystocia, and he and his father depended on each other since they were young, so they had no intention of taking the exam again, and took several family members home for the funeral. When his life was hanging by a thread, Tong Ru happened to be rescued by Tong Ru who was passing by collecting medicine.

The common people used to say that there is a kind of person who is too smart and human, and cannot be kept in the world, so he must come back and forth early——Han Muchun may have died young, and was rescued by Tong Rushun , It seems that he just took a small fork in the road. A hundred years later, he still returned to his own fateful right track.

Han Muchun was brought back to Fuyao Mountain by him when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. After he became a disciple of Tongru, he saw the difference between monks and ordinary people, and he gave up his ambition for fame. , even Tong Ru couldn't help asking him.

Han Muchun raised the flowers outside the hall to a large waist, and while watering with his trouser legs, he casually replied: "Cultivators and ordinary people can only choose one, how can they occupy both?"

Tong Ru asked, "Why not?"

Han Muchun said: "Ordinary people and monks are very different. If monks with great supernatural powers are involved in mortal affairs, ordinary people are not as good as ants. Wouldn't the world be in chaos? What good will monks be if ordinary people are in chaos? It’s not about production, even if it’s bigu, you still have to wear clothes, and you still have to enjoy it occasionally, and you need all kinds of materials for crafting. If you can buy it, who would look for it from all over the world? If Cultivators are the same as ordinary people, so everyone must separate into three religions, there must be disputes, and if you commit that murder, will the big guys go crazy together?"

Tong Ru never knew that he was still worrying about the world secretly, and he almost didn't know him as a foolish apprentice.

"So," Han Muchun muttered humming a ditty, "It's not good for anyone to be mixed together... It's said that the great power will ascend, and I don't see anyone flying in the nine-story scripture building. Master, you say' Is Feisheng' just a carrot?"

Tong Ru: "...Yes, what is it?"

Han Muchun: "The radish, it hangs in front of the donkey's nose. The monks are the donkey who runs after the radish. There is a carrot hanging on Feisheng. The monks have to concentrate on chasing it, so they have no time to harm the world."

Tong Ru heard his words getting more and more outrageous, and finally slapped him on the head: "If you talk nonsense, you know how to arrange it indiscriminately—how are you studying the exercises I asked you to practice?"

Han Muchun triumphantly slapped the dirt on his arm: "You can memorize it backwards!"

Tong Ru was furious with his anger: "It's just 'backward memorization like a flood', you don't need to practice hard to care about it, you bastard!"

Han Muchun is extremely smart, but he is just lazy—he works hard like sharpening a knife, and every time he gets stuck on the line where Tong Runeng barely let him go, he refuses to use any more energy, and just makes up his mind to "shangyi" " at this speed, I don't know how much thought it will take, but he seems to rather think about it than make a big effort.

Tong Ru, who thought she was "teaching with excellence", was so worried that she would die.

But Jiang Peng is not around all the year round, just such a precious apprentice, Tong Ru has been watching him grow into a zhilanyushu since he was half a boy, and he can't bear to be too harsh, sometimes he can't help saying a few words to him when he has free time: " Xiaochun, we cultivators are like boats sailing against the current. We are led by the Dao all our lives and chased by the number of our lives. We dare not slack off in the slightest—human aptitude is indeed divided into grades, and your talent is indeed commendable. , but after walking on this road for a long time, you will understand that luck and character are far more important than aptitude."

Han Muchun obediently made tea and served it, with a playful smile on his face: "Master, drink tea."

Tong Ru's earnest words were ignored by him, and he didn't take the teacup. He picked up an idle book next to him and slapped him on the forehead: "My lord, what sage book taught you such virtues?"

He didn't really fight, and Han Muchun didn't really hide, he just shrank his neck slightly, and said with a smile: "I don't want to study, I always wanted to be an ordinary gardener, but my father has been in poor health. He always said that I was afraid that he would not see me grow up and become a talent, so I thought about getting a meritorious service early to reassure him... Now that my father is gone, I am only a family member like you, Master."

When Han Muchun said this, he lowered his eyes and looked at the slightly swaying water surface in the teacup, his face was blurred on the water surface.

Tong Ru's heart trembled at the word "relative".

Han Muchun rolled his eyes: "Of course I will be filial to Master, wait..."

He originally wanted to say, "I'll take care of you when you get old", but then he remembered that Master would never grow old, so he temporarily changed his words and said, "When spring comes, you will feel better when you see the colorful blooms on Fuyao Mountain." , practice can get twice the result with half the effort!"

... After talking for a long time, I still want to be a gardener.

Tong Ru couldn't let go of his face, his heart was soft, and he had nothing to say, so he rolled his eyes.

In the spring of this year, Fuyao Mountain is really very lively, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, bees and butterflies are swarming, and the birds in the demon valley are startled, and they all come to see. On the flower hoe, he happily waved at Tong Ru: "Master, look at me planting a mountain of flowers for you!"

Tong Ru always felt as if he was a lone star. For many years, he was either cultivating or competing with fellow Taoists. No one had ever treated him so close and unscrupulous.

He was a flattering person, and he forgave the prodigal apprentice on the spot for stealing his talisman and selling it in exchange for a "small matter" a few days ago.

If we depend on each other for life, we will not be miserable.

Late spring is approaching, the flowers will be defeated, Tong Ru is reluctant, and wants to use a spell to preserve them, but is stopped by Han Muchun: "If you lose, you will lose, and it will bloom again next year. Spring blooms and autumn fruits, green shade and white snow, the rotation is all the same." Common things, each has its own advantages, don't delay the other for one."

Powerful people fly to the sky and hide from the earth, inevitably reserved and secretly born, and feel that all things are the only ones.After hearing this argument, Tong Ru thought with emotion and self-mockery: "That's right, why are you so respectful and alone? Isn't it boring after a long time? There is no good thing."

The reason why people look forward to "next year" is precisely because of ups and downs.

Han Muchun collected the lost flowers, added honey, brewed dozens of pots of Baihua wine, and buried them under the trees one by one. For this, Han Muchun delayed the spelling homework for seven or eight days, and Tong Ru was punished to the ground.

Then the next season passed, and under the tree became a delicacy in the world. When paired with fat crabs in the small river in the back mountain, it was just like a sweetheart.

Everyone wants to live a few more years, but if living is suffering, without relatives and friends, waiting for death, without a moment of peace, then what's the fun?

Tong Ru has never thought about this truth before. Since he had the memory, he has been practicing on Fuyao Mountain day and night. bitter.

Until there was Han Muchun.

Hundreds of years have passed by like a fleeting moment, and he was fascinated by this little taste.

The sweetness is the sweetness of Baihuajiu, and the bitterness is the bitterness when his three souls are attached to the copper coins, watching the wild grass grow luxuriantly in Fuyao Mountain, and no one is planting flowers.

Tong Ru watched his little Chun living in the body of a weasel. Every night, he would sit quietly for a long time in the messy wind and lamps in the unknown hall, with his thin eyes half closed, as if he was meditating on a Zen that others did not understand. , and seemed to be immersed in the memory of the head of the printing scriptures years.

Tong Ru didn't know if he had left anything in the seal of the head of the sect, nor did he know if Han Muchun had seen it, and he had no way of knowing how he would feel if he knew....

It seems that the sweetness is only for a moment, but the bitterness has been bitter for many years.

When we meet again, it is in the Valley of Wangyou, which is inaccessible to strangers. Han Muchun uses his surviving soul to trap his remaining soul in the Valley of Worry.

In fact, it's just a prison - even if the primordial spirit dissipates, leaving only the remnant soul, Tong Ru is also a person who has won the Beiming, if he really wants to break free, Han Muchun's cultivation that has always been ordinary to him may not be of any use.

But even though he was hacked into pieces, Tong Ru was very willing to do so. He accepted his fate of being tortured in the world with some trepidation and fear, because living and dying with someone was simply something he couldn't ask for.

It's just that there is no more Hundred Flowers Wine.

Tong Ru used to think that this precious apprentice was too gentle and a little drifting with the crowd, but later she realized that, whether it is a mortal or a monk, as long as there are a few things in a lifetime, it is enough to die without regret, and let the rest of the details go.

He never asked "What have you seen in the seal of the sect master for so many years".

Until the moment when the soul returns to heaven and earth.

At that moment, Han Muchun suddenly held his hand in an overly intimate way, and there seemed to be a vast galaxy in his eyes.

Straight lovesickness is useless, but melancholy is innocent.

Presumably, if he could die without any regrets, he would be considered ascension.