my God

After Song Yan rushed back to the temple, he went straight to the bedroom because he was worried about the master's condition.As a result, as soon as he entered the room, he saw Yang Daochang sitting cross-legged on the kang, apparently waiting for him to come back.

"How's the situation?" Daoist Yang asked hurriedly when he saw his apprentice was in a mess, and there was a snake head on the sword in his hand.

Song Yan handed over the snake head and the snake gall to Master, while briefly describing the next incident.

Of course, as usual, the process of exchanging breaths between him and Shenjun Yang was automatically filtered.

Daoist Yang heaved a sigh of relief, but then frowned and said, "It's too risky for him to ask you to deal with the mountain wind! He stunned me because he thought I was not the opponent of the snake. Why did he decide to let you deal with the snake?" gone?"

Daoist Yang is obviously eager to protect the calf, and he is a little dissatisfied with the arrangement of the god.

"He probably wants to train me more." Song Yan felt that Shenjun was quite interesting, and Guo Shanfeng came to seek revenge. The first thing he did was to let the master and apprentice go first, so it was inevitable to defend him at this time some.

"Oh," Yang Daochang sighed, "Probably because he knew that I would go down the mountain soon, he was afraid that you would not be able to support the temple gate, so he was also in a hurry! Recently one after another things are beyond your ability, me and The mountain god is too eager to ask for your opinion..."

Song Yan didn't care about this matter, he cared more about another, so he asked: "Master, can I chat with you for a while?"

"Of course!" Daoist Yang nodded seriously, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Song Yan looked through the window at the big mulberry tree in the front yard, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, Daoist Yang said clearly: "Are you afraid that he will hear?"

Song Yan nodded hesitantly. What he wanted to ask was related to the mountain god, and he didn't want him to hear it yet.

Daoist Yang sat on the kang without moving, and stretched out his right hand to draw on the wall.With the movement of his fingers, a rune gradually appeared on the white gray wall.

After finishing the painting, Daoist Yang withdrew his hand, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, no one outside will be able to hear our conversation for a quarter of an hour."

Song Yan then relaxed a little, sat on the edge of the Kang and said, "Master, do you know what the mountain god is?"

Daoist Yang was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "At first, your master and I thought he was the mulberry tree that became a spirit, but later he often appeared in the form of a crow... so we are not sure what he is."

"Then... Is there some relationship between me and him?" Song Yan asked cautiously.

Daoist Yang pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "The first time I saw you, you were very sick, so I made a divination for you, and then calculated two things—" He glanced at Song Yan and saw that he was seriously ill. Listen, then continue to talk, "One is that your illness is related to previous grievances, and the other is that you have some kind of fate with me or the mountain temple where I am."

"That's why you accepted me as an apprentice?" Song Yan interrupted and asked.

Daoist Yang looked at him with kind eyes, and said, "If cultivating the Tao can help you get rid of your illness, then my teacher is naturally willing to lead you into this door. Unexpectedly, you will encounter many troubles as soon as you go up the mountain, and your teacher will start to doubt whether you are a good person. wrong……"

"The mountain god doesn't like me." Song Yan pointed it out directly.

"Well," Daoist Yang nodded, "As a teacher, I never thought that the main god in the temple would not accept you."

"Then why do you still accept me as an official disciple?" Song Yan asked.

"Because you are suitable!" Daoist Yang said with a smile, "You are talented and hard-working. Master is very happy to accept you as a disciple! Because he didn't give up, Master made another divination for you and found out that something related to you The source of everything is in this mountain temple, so I still decided to let you go up the mountain as an official disciple."

Probably he really answered the hexagram. Although Song Yan went up the mountain again and was teased several times by the mountain god, the attitude of the mountain god gradually improved, and he rescued him several times.

Song Yan secretly sighed, and said: "Master, do you still remember the dream I told you? I could feel hatred in that dream, and I felt that someone wanted to burn me to death... The last time I had a dream, I saw that people..."

"It's him?!" Yang Daochang pointed in the direction of the front window, surprised.

Song Yan nodded slowly, and said softly: "I asked him just now, but he said that it wasn't him in the dream, and he didn't tell me why I had that dream...I have a feeling that he I know, I know why."

Daoist Yang pondered for a moment and asked, "If it is true that you had a grudge against him in your previous life, what are you going to do?"

Song Yan lowered his head and thought for a long time before saying: "I am me, the previous life is the previous life, and the grievances and grievances of the first life should be the same. But this is just my idea. Just because I can forget the past life, it doesn't mean that others can also forget my past life... ...If he really wants to avenge me in his previous life, I can only admit it."

Daoist Yang reached out and touched his head, and said: "The person who untied the bell must tie it. Since God arranged for you to get together, it must be to solve this matter. Good boy, don't think so much, you just need to live this life well." That’s fine, as for the result, leave it to Heaven.”

"Yes, Master!" Song Yan looked up at him and nodded earnestly, "I think so too, the reason I'm telling you this is to make you prepare, in case you don't find him when you go out and come back I, just treat it as if I went to wander around!"

After Daoist Yang was surprised, he felt distressed. It turned out that the child said so much because he was afraid that his death would make him sad.

"Cultivators of the Tao pay attention to the nature of the Tao, and birth, old age, illness and death are all natural. You and my master and disciples just look away. It is inevitable to part with your loved ones, but remember that you cannot extricate yourself from indulging in sorrow. See through life and death, see through emotions, see through yourself, and see through everything. That's the way!"

"Disciple remembers Master's instruction!"

***

The sun showed half of its face from the distant mountain, and its golden light was scattered everywhere.

The big mulberry tree in the front yard of the mountain temple became taller and more lush under the morning light, and the leaves were three points greener.There was a crow on the tree, not only did not feel refreshed when he got up early, but squatted lazily on the trunk with his eyes closed, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

After returning from Song Yan, it kept staring at him, sensing that a soundproof barrier had suddenly been erected in the master and apprentice's bedroom, it couldn't help snorting angrily.

But after humming, it calmed down again, staring blankly at the distance in a daze.

It knew what Song Yan was talking about with that stinky old man, and it must have something to do with Song Yan's dream.

Alas - the crow secretly sighed.

Guji - There was a sudden sound in my stomach.The crow had to stand up, and only squatted down again after the situation eased.

The flame in its stomach is really hard to digest, if it didn't get the inner alchemy of the snake demon, let the alchemy and the fire wear off each other, it doesn't know how long it will suffer.

Copy it as it is.Crow couldn't help sighing again.

It looks into the distance, but its eyes have long been empty, and all it thinks about is the scene of its heyday—one wing can cover the sky and the sun, and the fire on its body can scare away all the monsters and ghosts in the sky and the earth.It and its nine elder brothers are called the god of the sun, and they can burn all lakes and swamps where they pass.

It's a pity that later, its dharma body was destroyed and only its god body remained, and it survived thousands of years here alone.

He should be hated, even if he reincarnated for a hundred lives, and each life would end badly, it would still not be able to make up for the deep blood feud he owed.

He should be allowed to fend for himself, regardless of whether he is dead or alive, but why not?Because he has become his belief?Or will time heal all scars?

Crow had to admit that he was really shocked when he saw that familiar flame.The flames were obviously a self-punishment mechanism, completely replicating the raging fire on them.So, he lived so short every life, did he die because of being tortured by this fire?

Obviously, it is enough to be punished for one life, but he has to wait for it to forgive before returning to the heaven.And it also said that eternal life will not forgive him, and he will never return to the position of god.

Thousands of years have passed by in a long and hasty manner, and in a blink of an eye he has become a firm believer in it, and he cannot be driven away.

what is this?Heaven did it on purpose, right?Want to reconcile them?

That's all!Crow sighed again.Reconciliation is impossible, but since he is his god, he is responsible for protecting him in this life.As for what he can cultivate, it all depends on his own good fortune!

The sun was fully up, the fog cleared, the dew disappeared, and the temperature was pleasant.

The stomach calmed down quite a bit, and the crow closed his eyes, finally able to sleep comfortably.

***

Song Yan has been studying hard and practicing hard. As the weather turned cold, he practiced each exercise routine and the weapons he learned one by one in the backyard.

When he was shaking the dust whisk so that there was a constant sound of brushing in the air, Layman Liu led a Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe into the backyard.

"Daoist Song, a Taoist came to find Daoist Yang!" Layman Liu said to Song Yan.

Song Yan hurriedly put away his fly whisk, cupped his hands at the Taoist priest, and said politely: "My son, Song Yan, dare I ask you what your name is?"

The Taoist took a look at Song Yan, raised his hand and arched it casually, and said, "I am a disciple of Fuxingguan, surnamed Yu, and I am here to send a message to Daoist Yang this time!"

Although Song Yan realized that this person's lack of etiquette was purely perfunctory, he still politely replied: "My master has something to go down the mountain this morning, and he probably won't be back until the afternoon. Daoist Yu might as well stay for a light meal, and wait for my master to come back." , you can pass the message to him..."

"Wouldn't it be a long wait?" Daoist Yu was obviously not happy, "Since you are his apprentice, I'll pass it on to you directly. Listen carefully—Fuxing Temple will hold Luotian Temple on the eighth day of August. There will be a large number of Taoist priests, lay Buddhists and tourists from home and abroad to watch the big ceremony, and there are not enough people in the temple, so the master ordered us to come to various temples to ask fellow Taoists to help." He puffed up his chest as he spoke, with an air of Feeling arrogant, he glanced at Song Yan and said again, "Please tell Daoist Yang that you must arrive before the fifth day of August, and if you are late, you don't have to go!"

Song Yan immediately frowned, and said in his heart: Is this helping?I have never seen someone who dares to ask for help like this!