[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

Tang, Tianbao 14th year, the ninth day of November.Just a hundred years after Master Xuanzang traveled westward to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures, An Lushan, who was also the envoy of Fanyang, Pinglu, and Hedong, rebelled against Fanyang.

——Natural disasters, war disasters, famine, poverty, pestilence... all kinds of things in the world come one after another.No matter how many temples are built, the prosperity and peace of the past can no longer be exchanged.

After several years of prosperity, the Tang Dynasty finally began to lose its prosperity after the war that lasted more than seven years. Like any previous dynasty, it went downhill and never improved again.Therefore, it only lasted less than 300 years from Gaozong to Jingzong, and Datang died in a hurry.In the huge Central Plains, the heroes are divided into separate regimes, and the wars are endless.For a period of time, there was no peace for the people.

However, the outside world is turbulent, and the mountains are quiet, which is incomprehensible.A hundred years is just a flick of a finger; victory or defeat in a moment, who becomes the king, who becomes the bandit, who wins the world, who has witnessed whose karma...

In the end, things will calm down and people will forget about this passage and continue to make the same mistakes that have been repeated time and time again.

The rumors about the Huashan banshee have not been spread for a long time.At the same time, the legend of the Holy Mother of Huayue really became a legend.

The Xiyue Temple became more and more depressed, and the people were too busy to take care of themselves. Many people fled to this mountain to avoid disaster due to the war, and the people at the foot of Huashan changed from group to group.

Only one person will come every year.

"Master, this year's peach blossoms are also blooming very well." He walked in, and inserted the newly broken peach branch into a groove on the side of the cave, replacing the withered branch from last year.

A barrier separates them, one sits between the lotus flowers and the other stands outside the lotus flowers.

Yang Chan watched his behavior coldly: "I have said many times, you don't come."

The person who came bowed, with a gentle and stubborn voice: "Master, I also said that you are always my master, so as long as you are still here, the apprentice will still come to see you every year."

Ye Jianan raised his head. In 300 years, he was enough to grow into a tall and straight young man. His figure was three parts like his father, but his face became softer and more like his mother.

Yang Chan remembered the first time he came to visit her, she was still crying.She scolded him, "I'm just going to jail, not going to die, there's nothing to cry about," and he stopped crying immediately.Since then, I have never cried in front of her again.

In the past few years, it has become even more difficult to discern the emotions of joy and anger on his face. This man is no longer the young man who hugged the fox and whispered in his memory.

Seeing that Yang Chan ignored him, he talked to himself.

"The garrison here has been changed again..." Ye Jianan sighed softly, "During the past 300 years, the garrison of Huashan has been changed again and again. They... can't stand you. The master said that this time the heavenly court will discuss and send another person, and it will be decided." No resignation."

Yang Chan retorted: "I didn't do anything, they were afraid of me."

Ye Jianan cupped his hands: "Yes, the master's remaining prestige is still there, and they should be frightened."

"Do you know where the new one came from?" Yang Chan asked.

"I don't know." Canaan confessed.

"I hope it's not some other flower fairy and herbal essence, smearing around all day long, causing me a headache."

"How come... I heard that he is quite a simple person."

"Oh?" Yang Chan heard this and was a little curious, "How simple?"

Ye Jianan lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master, you will know when you see it. I don't know much about it."

"Hmph, let's wait and see who it is! If you're a timid coward again, you won't be able to stay for long!"

They talked for a while, Ye Ganan had to leave beforehand, and several foxes sent him away.

Those few foxes are not the original foxes, but their descendants.After all, he is a wild fox in the mountains, and has no talent for cultivation. On the day of destiny, his lifespan will be exhausted.Generation after generation, she watched them grow up, and then watched them grow old. Occasionally, there were a few that were pleasing to the eye, and she would name them the first foxes.

Sometimes, the fox would bring some news from outside to her. In short, although she was trapped in this hole, she was not too bored.

They said, the sky is changing outside, and the emperor's surname is Zhu for a while, Li for a while, and what's the last name for a while.

She said that what she wants to know is not these, but has the new Virgin come?

The foxes shook their heads, they had never seen it before.It was also said that there was a plague at the foot of the mountain, and the Temple of Our Lady, which had not seen incense for a long time, became lively again.

But she said, has the new Holy Mother come?

The foxes looked and looked outside the cave, but no one came.

That's it, it's summer.A Huashan Mountain is lonely, and it is hard to wait for the comer to come.

It was a drunk who crashed into the hole.

"Hi'er..." After entering the door, he hiccupped first.This person stinks of alcohol, looked up and down Yang Chan with his drunken eyes, and then muttered indistinctly: "You...you...you are that Yang Chan?"

With a wine gourd in his hand, a pair of mandarin duck shoes on his feet, an unshaven beard and unkempt face, what a sloppy beggar!

"Which one are you?!" Yang Chan glared at him.

"Heaven... hiccup... sent me. I got lost for three whole months..."

After the man finished speaking, he picked up the flagon and poured a sip of old wine—just like this, even if he climbed from Mount Hua to the top of the mountain, it would take three months.

"Ridiculous!" Yang Chan said, "You old man, how did you get the name of the Holy Mother of Huashan!"

"Hey, 'Mother of Huashan'?" That guy was amused, and looked at Yang Chan two or three times, "Anyway, it's just a name, whoever bears it and who can't, you have the final say?"

"Heavenly Court has the final say," Yang Chan said without changing his face, "Just because the name of the Holy Mother comes first, then it should be a mother, but you are male! This time, Heavenly Court made a mistake!"

The old man chuckled: "The name of the Holy Mother of Huashan was just someone pretending to be the name of the three daughters of Huayue; after you came, everyone thought that the Holy Mother was named Yang; after that, the Holy Mother was changed, and no one in the world knows the Holy Mother." True appearance, who can distinguish the true from the false? So, who cares whether he is suitable or not?"

"Then don't you feel awkward taking over this position?"

"The old man doesn't care about these things. It's a job anyway, and it's a job with a high salary. It happens to be used to buy wine and drink. Why not do it."

Yang Chan also sneered and said: "There is really no one in Heaven. Anyone can practice Taoism and become a fairy, even assassins and drunks."

The old man clicked his tongue and said: "Then you are wrong. What kind of residence is the heavenly court? Where can there be 'people'? If there are people, what is walking on the ground? There is no one in the heavenly court. It is mortals who disturb themselves. Cultivating the Tao and immortality is not as good as cultivating the mind. If the mind is not well cultivated, even being a god will be in vain..."

He took another sip of wine, and Yang Chan suddenly felt that this person was interesting.

"May I ask what the fairy's name is?" she asked.

"What's the name..." The old man thought for a while in a daze, "Call it a pig, a dog, a cow, a horse...you can call it whatever you want, and I don't even remember it."

"Oh," Yang Chan replied, "But there should be a title, Xianchang, your surname?"

"Surname Wang, surname Li...you can choose."

Yang Chan thought for a while and chose one: "Okay, then I will call you Old Wang from now on!"

Lao Wang raised his eyebrows, picked up the wine gourd and poured it non-stop - so he readily accepted.