The green forests are covered with the mountains, and birds are flying across the acres of land and land in a house in Beicun. They chatter and comb their feathers. The bird's eyes are turning aside. They look at a woman in plain clothes and dresses, bringing food and gently pushing open the door.

Squeak

In the unique low voice of the old old wood, the lights in the house were dim. Chen Jing sat behind the small table in a daze, and the woman next to him put the food on the table before slowly turning her face.

"Mother, you said Mr. Lu hasn't seen us for so long, will he not see us in the future?"

"It shouldn't be possible. Jing'er, don't think too much, just eat."

The old house in the countryside was dim. Zhang Lihua took the oil lamp and moved it, and handed it over: "Mom knows you feel bad, after all, you have been from an emperor,"

"Mother, it's okay."

Chen Jing divided half of the food in the bowl and ate it with his mother, "Actually, I'm more worried that my mother is not used to it."

"What's wrong with mom?" Zhang Lihua picked up the fish from the bowl and put a chopstick of vegetables into her son's bowl. She closed her red lips and chewed them slowly. Thinking of her previous embarrassment, she smiled and said, "It's much better than just leaving the capital, and my mother and I were running around in the mountains."

As he said, he paused and spoke again.

"By the way, I heard that Mr. Lu is very busy recently. A high-ranking official from the Sui Dynasty came soon. Fortunately, we didn't go there at that time, otherwise Mr. Lu would be difficult to do. Now he is busy building a temple. Jing'er is just waiting for peace of mind. Food mother can do it, so I can't let you go to work."

The mother and son stayed in Beicun for a few days, but they were not used to it at first, especially when using the toilet. The thatched cottages in the mountain villages often dig a hole, a circle of rotten mats, and a horizontal board on the holes. They could see any shit and urine, which made the mother and son, who were used to being rich and fed in the palace, feel uncomfortable for a long time.

In terms of food, although he brought some gold and silver from the palace, in such a small place, gold and silver are not only unable to be opened, but also easily aroused suspicion from others. Zhang Lihua gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves and followed the village women and children to do some work, ask for some millet and rice, and from time to time, Sun Yingxian sent some good rice. Only then did the mother and son gradually adapt to the land and water.

However, lighting the oil lamp during the day is a bit extravagant.

The chopsticks touched the bowl, and the mother and son were eating the meal quietly. When they said a few words, footsteps came from outside.

可以

The door was not closed yet, and when he walked into the eaves, he was standing at the door and knocking on the door, pointing out: "There is an old man outside the village looking for you. You two might as well come out and see if you know each other."

Chen Jing and his mother looked at each other, put down their bowls and chopsticks, followed him hurriedly out of the house, passing through the mud paths separated by the village houses, and saw an old man in gray robe walking back and forth with his hands in his arms, looking at the village from time to time.

"It's the emperor's uncle"

The mother and son who came over, Chen Jing recognized the old man outside the village at a glance, Zhang Lihua nodded, hurriedly tidyed up her messy hair and accelerated her pace.

The old man there also saw the mother and son coming over, bowed to the side of the army and thanked him. When the person left, he shook his sleeves and bowed to Chen Jing and his son.

"Old minister Chen Fu, pay homage to Your Majesty, Concubine Tai."

"Uncle, there is no need to do this. The Chen Dynasty is gone. Don't call His Majesty. Follow us to the house where we settle in first and then talk."

After all, there are many villagers coming and going around, and it is mostly inconvenient to see such a scene. Chen Jing immediately led the old man to the dilapidated house where he temporarily lived.

The furnishings inside were simple and many places were covered with dust. When the old man saw two notched bowls on the table, he turned his gaze with great distress.

"Your Majesty and Concubine Tai, just eat this kind of meal?"

Zhang Lihua went over and put away the bowls and chopsticks, took them aside, raised her cuffs and wiped the sweat stains on her face.

"It would be nice to live in a mountain village temporarily and have a place to live. I dare not think about other things."

"Oh, Your Majesty, the old minister feels uncomfortable when he falls into such a situation." Chen Fu closed his eyes and stood for a while, opened it again for a moment, and looked at Chen Jing.

"Although the capital is now in the hands of the Sui people, the Chen Dynasty is large and there are still many officials and people in the Chen Dynasty who are interested in our Chen Dynasty. Your Majesty is in a difficult position and it is not a way out. It is better to follow the old ministers to go elsewhere and gather troops to restore the capital."

After all, Chen Chao belonged to Chen Jing. He took it from his father, but threw it away from his own hands. The boy was unconvinced after all.

But when I think of my purpose of escaping, I feel a little hesitant.

"Jing'er."

Zhang Lihua tightened the corner of her clothes. She knew her son's heart's struggle, but if she stayed in this place, she would probably no longer have the opportunity to restore Chen Chao.

In the dim light, Chen Jing sat on the bench, clenched his fists and pressed his knees to tremble slightly, until his mother's voice called, then raised his face and slowly got up.

"Let's go, let's go."

He whispered twice, and saw that his mother was wearing an old dress and had a slutty face. Chen Jing took a deep breath, looked at the old man, and raised his hand: "I listen to the emperor's uncle."

Soon, he packed his bags and left the house, stepped onto the mud road outside the village. A figure riding a donkey in the distance passed through the mountain road ahead, and disappeared into the corner in the blink of an eye.

"It's Mr. Lu"

Chen Jing wanted to say goodbye to Lujia Village, but was urging by the old man, so he had to walk in another direction. From time to time, he looked back at the outline of Lujia Village. When he was almost out of sight, he put down his bags, bowed to the village, and then turned around and disappeared into the afternoon sunshine with the old man and his mother.

Behind the distance, the old donkey who returned to the small courtyard of fence like lightning, spread his hooves and ran back to the shed, and the bookshelf fell to the ground. The toad Taoist pushed open the small door, bulged his cheeks and ran to the vegetable garden quickly, holding a wooden fence, and spit out with a 'wow' sound.

The sound of vomiting caused the white figure who walked out of the kitchen to look over his long neck.

"You evil beast, come again."

A toad and a chicken rolled into the vegetable garden. The toad Taoist drooped his tongue and crawled out of the vegetable garden weakly. His flippers suddenly tightened, he stared at his sockets and squeezed out a sentence, "It's a mother's name"

He was pecked at his feet again, dragged it in, and drew a deep gully on the ground.

Lu Liangsheng walked across the mountain road and came back to the cottage. He waved his robe and attracted a piece of soil. The clouds and mist outside the cliff condensed water droplets. He used the long shape wrapped in white cloth in his hand to restore the magic power to its original size and gently put it on the ground.

The soil of Qixia Mountain combined with the water droplets condensed by the clouds and mist, smearing Hong Lian's corpse bit by bit, forming a human outline, and looking at the woman standing at the door of the room and smiling at him.

Lu Liangsheng also smiled, kneaded his fingertips, patted his mud, stroked his facial features, his neck, and slowly moved down to shape his slender figure. He dressed according to the woman's appearance, and gave birth to a dress, and gave him the Five Elements Fire Technique to dry, and painted paint.

The scholar dipped ink and tapped his dark eyes on the clay sculpture, and the whole clay sculpture became lifelike.

"From the future, she will be Hong Lian, and Hong Lian will be her."

Lu Liangsheng put down his pen, sat at the door and looked at the motionless clay sculpture in the yard with the woman, and said softly: "Your corpse is inside, and you must keep pace with it. In the future, you may have achieved the Dharma body with corpse bones, and it will be like you were in your lifetime."

"How long will it take?"

"May be one or two years, maybe twenty or thirty years." Lu Liangsheng held Hong Lian's hand like air, with a smile on his face: "I will accompany you in Qixia Mountain and wait for the day when you come out."

He patted his knees and got up from the stool. He used magic to reduce the clay sculpture and took it away, opened the paper umbrella and looked back at Hong Lian.

“It’s time to go on.”

The sky was moving, and it slanted to the top of the mountain, turning into a red glow.

"Put on the wooden beam"

The loud screams were raised in the newly built temple. A large log as the main beam was carried by eight big men and slowly placed on the dome. Lu Laoshi rode on the roof, smiling at the new mountain temple, and rushing to complete it in the hands of a group of old and old villagers.

One by one, the young and strong, with bare shirtless sweat, lined up to receive a bowl of broth in front of the hot pot, and squatted on the ground with the steamed buns handed by Lu Xiaoxian, took a bite, and then poured the hot soup into it. It was a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

The spring breeze in the evening blew a little warmth across the mountain village. Lu Taigong leaned on a pear wooden stick and forgot the way home. In front of the fortune telling stall, Wang Banxia, ​​who was gray-haired and bearded, was like a master. He walked forward to lead the way and sent the old man to his home. Then he sat on the threshold and talked about family matters, looked at the sunset outside the yard, listened to the old man's family's rice shopping, and prepared to have a meal.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng walked past the door with an umbrella, and came to the village people one after another and came back from the mountain temple to greet him.

"Liangsheng, the temple has been built! Yes, I guarantee you like it!"

"By the way, what should you do in the temple?"

"It's useful. Thank you for your hard work. Another day, Ryosen will reward all the aunts and uncles at home."

Lu Liangsheng responded with a few smiles, and said something to his parents. He walked through the rays of light with a paper umbrella, came to the mountain temple, and stepped onto the newly paved stone steps. The first divine platform inside was still empty, and he released the red clay sculpture, allowing his magic power to hang it on the divine platform.

Hong Lian, under the umbrella, did not speak, stood at the entrance of the temple without moving, nor spoke.

Lu Liangsheng, who turned around inside, took her hand, walked to a broken wood outside, sitting down, looking at the endless Qixia Mountain covered by the rays of light.

"I will wait for you, the day you come out. If you are lonely, tell me with a dream. I will come over and sit. When your incense becomes a god, we will sit together on the old donkey and travel around the world!"

Hong Lian under the umbrella did not say anything, but just pinched the man's hand, turned his head and slowly leaned against his shoulder, looking at Lujia Village where the mud path extends in the distance.

"Lu Lang keeps his word?"

"Haha, keep your word!"

The refreshing sunset, Qixia Mountain, and there were only two people watching all this quietly in front of the temple gate until the darkness spreads across the sky.

Hong Lian got up and walked into the temple gate, turned slowly, and gave Lu Liangshengfu at the door. The divortex with beautiful cheeks smiled sweetly, and turned into the clay sculpture on the divine platform.

"Lu Lang, it's getting late, go back."

"Let's see you tomorrow! I'll give you delicious tribute."

Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and smiled, then turned around and left. The next morning, he carried a bamboo basket, brought a white flour bun made by Li Jinhua to the tribute table, and also brought ink in front of the statue. He rolled up his wide sleeves, and wrote on two long plaques: The magnificent rays of magnificent lights have been around for thousands of years, and the power of the gods is shaking the universe.

Hang it on both sides of the temple gate, and a short plaque on the door, and then write it: Red pity the god.

The temple is becoming more and more beautiful.

Time passes slowly, the newly built temple roof, the tiles accumulate dead leaves, and the brand new incense burner also has broken incense candles. Spring goes through summer and summer solstice, and the dense forests are full of cicadas.

Lu Xiaoxian sat in the main hall with her beautiful clothes, staring at the matchmaker who was talking about the matchmaker. Sun Yingxian was unhappy with the spell and kicked the other party's stool, showing all the embarrassment.

Lu Laoshi smiled and wanted to applaud, but his wife kicked her and almost burst into tears of pain.

Outside the courtyard, three tall boys ran out of the village with books in their arms, ran up to Qixia Mountain, panting toward a large rock, holding a wooden spoon in their hands, and bowing to the toad Taoist in an apron.

Then, he spread his feet and ran to the yard ahead to sit in a row, put the four treasures of the study, and read aloud with the books in his hand.

The birds sing lightly over the thatched cottage, and the old pine chirped happily, swaying and dancing under the pine trees with branches and leaves. Lu Liangsheng, in white clothes in cloud patterns, held the book, sat on a stone bench, facing the sea of ​​clouds, looked at the classics, and occasionally spoke to correct the mistakes read by the boys in the courtyard there.

In the hot summer, the slightly opened window frame, a stack of painted skins in the sealed bookshelf slowly squirmed. A gust of wind blew in, turning into a beautiful figure with floating sleeves. He walked near the window with lotus steps, supported his chin, listened to the great sound, and looked at the scholar Fang Lao Panasonic in his blinking eyes, with his red lips curled up to show charm.

Still so beautiful.

The green mountains are gradually withering and yellowing, covered with snow, and winter goes and spring comes again.

Time flies.
Chapter completed!