The old minister raised his head and became more and more confused. Where did he go wrong?

Chen Pingan stood up, looked at the Master Shangshu who was probably a real person in history, and asked: "That's it? Why is it just 'that's all'?!"

Finally, Chen Pingan said from his heart: "Open the door."

Xiao Mo sighed, and the fellow Taoist Wutong actually opened the door.

Then they came to a cave on a cliff and saw a Taoist man sitting upright, with jade tendons hanging down his nose, a golden book in his sleeves, and an ancient pine walking stick at his feet.

After Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo appeared here, time began to flow slowly backwards, and the lame man came to life, "stand up", "pick up" the crutches, and "walk backwards".

Those who have attained the Taoism learn to sing the songs of birds in the countryside, and walk in the market with their ragged clothes on, singing loudly, with a ladle hanging on their waist, turning water into wine. They often lie drunk on the road in the wind and rain, and are good at painting dragons, spitting wine on tattered paper.

Above, there are puffs of smoke and vivid scales.

Time goes back "a hundred years" until the lame Taoist regains his youthful appearance and travels to an isolated overseas island. There are survivors on the island. The people are simple and love writing, but there is no teacher or school. This man writes a word on the palm of his hand.

, taught to the children who came to inquire about the text, and only charged one coin per word. "In a few years", the copper coins piled up like mountains. Chen Ping'an also came to visit, and every other month, he had the name of a master without the name of a master.

A truly enlightened person only asked for one word of advice, and the only requirement was that it be written on paper instead of in the palm of his hand. That person then asked Chen Ping'an to bring wine.

In the end, Chen Ping'an exchanged seven pots of wine and seven copper coins for seven pieces of paper and seven words.

Spring.Book.Han.Mountain.Sword.Water.Jian.

This landscape painting took the most time. Judging from the burning degree of the white horse passing through the gap, almost three months had passed.

After that, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo came to the last picture of someone else's life.

After a great war, there was a cake seller in a rural shop. Every evening, a woman came to the shop with copper coins in her hand, just enough to buy a piece of cake. When the shop owner asked the reason, he said that her husband had not returned from a long trip.

I don’t know whether he is alive or dead, and the young child at home is very hungry, so he can only come here to buy cakes to satisfy his hunger. The owner of the shop did not doubt it at first, but as time went by, he found that a piece of paper money was harvested in the money jar every day, and some neighbors said that it was a ghost coming here.

There was no doubt that he was going to buy a cake. The next day, the shop owner secretly put all the buyers' money into the water bowl. Sure enough, it was the woman's copper coins. It floated into the water but did not sink to the bottom of the bowl. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst.

On the third day, the woman came to buy cakes again. The shopkeeper pretended not to know the truth and waited for the woman to leave. He immediately called the neighbors, lit torches and chased the woman. The woman looked back with a complicated expression.

, the body was like a flying bird, looming, and finally everyone found a dilapidated coffin. The woman had turned into white bones. Only the child in the coffin looked like a living person. He also held a cake in his hand and was not afraid of anyone. Everyone

Feeling pity, he hugged her and returned. In the distance, a ghostly woman stood in the distance, raising her sleeves to cover her face, and heard whimpering sounds. After that, every night, if the child had nightmares and couldn't sleep, it would seem that someone was making babbling sounds and patting the quilt.

The child just fell into a deep sleep... One day after that, the woman finally stopped seeing him. The child grew up and talked, laughed and lived like an ordinary person. He just cried silently from time to time just because he couldn't remember the appearance of his parents...

Chen Ping'an has been staying in this picture, doing nothing and saying nothing.

Xiao Mo didn't rush him, he just quietly accompanied his son, either walking in the afterglow of dusk, standing by the shop, or following the crowd holding torches, walking on the night road, or sitting on the steps outside the door.

Listening to the children in the house waking up and falling asleep...

Until the ten hours had been exhausted, Xiao Mo stood with the young master in the cake shop again. The two of them stood next to the bowl of water. Chen Pingan still watched the scene of the copper coin sinking into the water again and again. Xiao Mo

He sighed and said softly from his heart: "Master, just one word of truth can break the illusion here. It's time for us to leave."

Chen Pingan's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Xiaomo hesitated several times, but finally did not speak.

That truth is too cruel. It could be that the woman was not dead but the baby died early, or it could be that both mother and baby died in childbirth.

Just like the man who never returned home, he may have died in a foreign land, or he may not have died, who knows.

Xiao Mo suddenly raised his head and looked up. The surrounding scenes disappeared, and a sky-high sycamore tree appeared in front of him, as if growing in the water.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head, overlooking the towering tree that seemed to be hanging upside down.

A sycamore tree, with yellow and fallen leaves all over the ground.

Xiao Mo glanced at it, and saw the flowing scene of the world, one leaf at a time, looking at the flowers, each having his or her own life.

In an instant, the originally bright and brilliant sky and earth became dark and unclear, and another light was suspended above the water. After that, it was like stars in the sky scattered in the mountains and wild people, gradually becoming denser and shining with hundreds, thousands, billions, and countless numbers.

Xiaomo suddenly subconsciously took a step sideways.

It turned out that Chen Pingan, who was beside him, had unknowingly transformed into a man wearing a bright red robe, with a blurred face, and his entire body and soul were made of criss-crossing lines.

Probably because he was overwhelmed by a demon-suppressing tower, waves of blurry afterimages flashed across his body, and the sound of intertwined souls and trembling sounds were louder than the sound of metal and stone in the world, like several Great Walls of Sword Qi appearing at the same time.
Chapter completed!