Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 585
Strangeness, utter strangeness.

Zhang Yingying was shocked at first, stroked her hair, and smiled: "Let me see Bobo."

Once a childhood sweetheart, now a stranger like a passerby.Time can dilute everything, including the former friendship.Zhang Qingyun turned sideways: "Layman, please come in, Bobo is very good, I will call him right now."

Zhang Yingying nodded. Although she hadn't been to the Taoist temple for more than 20 years, she still had a deep memory.Entering the Taoist Temple, everything in the Taoist Temple seems to have left no traces of time, and it is still more than 20 years ago.

Brick by brick, familiar yard, familiar pillars.The front yard is where guests are received, and the back yard is where Taoist priests rest.This is a view of descendants, no foreign incense is accepted, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the backyard.

Zhang Yingying felt a little bitter in her heart. Zhang Qingyun called Bobo to the front yard instead of asking her to go to the backyard. It was obvious that she had obvious intentions. Strangers like you and me should not go to such a private place as the backyard.

Zhang Qingyun went to the backyard, while Zhang Yingying lingered in the front yard.Once upon a time, when she came to the Taoist temple, she could go straight to the backyard, which was like her home.

One picture after another appeared in my mind, some of which were already very blurred and could not be remembered clearly.I don't know what year and month it is, but a picture is very clear.

It was by the small river, a young Taoist priest wanted to keep her: "Do you really want to leave?"

The girl suddenly didn't notice the reluctance on the young Taoist's face and the sadness in his eyes: "Yes, I can go to live in the city after leaving here. It's very prosperous, and the school teachers there are very high-level. My father said Where do I go to school, my academic performance will definitely improve a lot.”

"Where do you have to go?"

The problem of the young Taoist priests was repeated over and over again.

The girl nodded: "After all, this place still needs to be demolished. You have to leave sooner or later. Little Taoist, please read the scriptures well. I'm leaving."

This difference is more than 20 years.

She went to high school and college, and gradually there was no trace of that young Taoist priest in her heart.Goodbye, already a complete stranger.That young Taoist priest with fluttering beard, she could bear it at the first sight.

The years have left traces on both of them, obliterating the familiarity they once had.She was inexplicably saddened by this strange feeling.

At least, you have to be like a friend, not a stranger.

Back in the backyard, Bobo knew that his mother came to see him, and ran to the front yard happily. Zhang Qingyun didn't pay attention to the front yard: "The past is the past. The memory of the past cannot be integrated into the present life."

It's too long ago, Zhang Yingying occupied those seven or eight years in her more than 30 years of life.Now that he has a wife, the distance still needs to be kept.

For everyone's benefit, it's better to be unfamiliar.

Not long after, Bobo came back a little depressed, Zhang Qingyun smiled and said: "Little guy, hide here for a while, after the matter is over, your mother will pick you up and leave."

"But I'm a little bit reluctant to leave."

Bobo lowered his head: "I don't like kindergarten, those children don't play with me. I don't like changing schools every day, and I don't like seeing my mother being bullied. I like it here. I feel so safe here."

This is a four-year-old child!

However, Zhang Qingyun looked at the gate of the Taoist temple, and a woman left wiping her tears and frowning, Zhang Qingyun followed Zhang Yingying to leave the pedestrian street, and Zhang Yingying got into a car and left in a hurry.

"This woman still needs to find someone to rely on. But..."

Looking at Bobo in front of him, before his treatment, the child was incomplete and a little silly: "For my own happiness, Bobo just stayed here?"

Anyway, I have to say something, right?

"It's fine to stay."

Zhang Qingyun withdrew his thoughts and patted the little guy's head: "I will learn from my uncle in the future, let me give you a name, okay?"

"Isn't my name Bobo?"

Bobo was a little puzzled: "Isn't that my name?"

"Little guy, do you know what your last name is?"

Bobo was taken aback, at his age, he still didn't understand these things: "I don't know, does uncle know what my last name is?"

"Your surname is Zhang. In the future, my uncle will give you a Taoist name called ""

Zhang Qingyun thought for a while: "Xingdao, how about Zhang Xingdao?"

"Uncle, I don't understand this."

Three months passed in a flash, and the earth rejuvenated.In the backyard, Zhang Xingdao pointed to the scripture and asked, "What does this mean?"

Zhang Qingyun didn't even look at it: "Xingdao, you have to understand it yourself, to understand it, it doesn't matter if you understand it wrong, you will understand the meaning after reading it a few times."

Zhang Xingdao seemed to understand but half understood: "Oh"

Zhang Qingyun looked at the milk tea shop facing the gate of the Taoist temple, which hadn't opened for three months.On this day, the milk tea shop had a new owner, and Zhang Yingying never showed up.

Those Internet celebrities also slowly dispersed, and the pedestrian street is still lively as before.

Zhang Xingdao followed Zhang Qingyun and sat down with a futon. Unlike Zhang Qingyun, the little guy looked at the passing pedestrians and put his hands on his forehead.Seeing that the milk tea shop opposite had a new owner, the little guy just stared at it.

In the past three months, the little guy has not looked for his mother, nor asked Zhang Qingyun about his mother, nor has he talked about his mother.

That night, Zhang Qingyun did not listen to the conversation between the mother and son.Zhang Qingyun said intentionally or unintentionally: "The milk tea shop has changed people."

"Ah."

The little guy responded lightly.

Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised. Such a big child, who grew up with his mother since he was a child, would be crying to find his mother after being away from his mother for half a day.

Zhang Xingdao hadn't seen Zhang Yingying for more than three months, and he didn't cry or make trouble. When he mentioned everything about his mother, the little guy was also indifferent.That's not at all the reaction a four-year-old should have.

"Wow"

At this time, a young woman was holding a little boy who looked a year or two older than Zhang Xingdao, crying loudly: "I just want to drink milk tea, I just want to drink milk tea."

The young woman was very unhappy to scare him: "Drinking milk tea will make you fat, and drinking milk tea will make you stupid."

"But why are there so many big sisters queuing up to buy milk tea?"

You can't lie like that.

"Adults can drink, children can't."

The young woman couldn't lie anymore, a five or six-year-old girl was looking at them with innocent eyes holding a milk tea.The little boy became even more violent: "I'm going to drink milk tea, mom, you had a cup just now."

"Milk tea really kills all ages, from mothers to kids, they are all conquered."

Zhang Xingdao had a little disdain on his face: "That little kid is really ignorant. I didn't see that his mother didn't want to buy it, because she didn't want to waste time? He is really ignorant."

Little kid?

You are not as old as others.

Zhang Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but at that moment, Zhang Qingyun saw the sparkle in Zhang Xingdao's eyes, and he was vaguely yearning.

"If you were, what would you do?"

When Zhang Yingying left, the little guy didn't cry or make trouble, it wasn't that he didn't miss him, but he kept his thoughts in his heart.

At Zhang Xingdao's young age, he has endured what his age shouldn't bear, and he also misses his mother.

"I?"

Zhang Xingdao was stunned: "Adults love their children, but children should also be considerate of their mothers. Children should think about their mother's happiness and not make their mother sad."

Sure enough, Zhang Xingdao should know that Zhang Yingying will not come back.

"Little guy, you will live a very poor life with me, and you don't have much freedom. You just meditate like this every day and recite Taoism scriptures. You can't go to school, and you can't have more friends. Would you like it?"

Not surprisingly, Zhang Xingdao will always follow him in the future.

From the moment Zhang Xingdao changed his name, Zhang Qingyun had accepted him.

Zhang Xingdao is still young, but there are some things that must be made clear.

"I would."

Zhang Xingdao smiled sweetly. Uncle is a good man, he doesn't beat or scold him, and he takes care of him carefully.Zhang Xingdao raised his little head and looked at the sky: "Following uncle, I seem to see the sky and step on white clouds."

That is freedom!

Zhang Qingyun's definition of freedom is different from Zhang Xingdao's.

No need to wander, no need to change places all the time.

While talking, a middle-aged man staggered towards the milk tea shop.Seeing this drunk, Zhang Xingdao instinctively had some fear in his eyes.The drunk was none other than Liu Guangsheng who beat Zhang Yingying at that time.

That is Zhang Xingdao's biological father.

This is a young age, leaving an indelible fear.

Although the little guy was scared, he still sat here without moving.Vaguely, the little fist clenched tightly, and finally let go.

When Liu Guangsheng came to the milk tea shop, he didn't see Zhang Yingying. The drunk man was not stupid, so he asked a few words and left cursing.When he saw Zhang Xingdao, he was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed: "You little bastard."

Liu Guangsheng staggered away, Zhang Xingdao heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's your father."

Zhang Qingyun reminded me.

Zhang Xingdao shook his head: "No, I have no relationship with this layman."

Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised, Zhang Xingdao had given him a lot of surprises, he was so sensible at such a young age.Zhang Xingdao continued: "The only relationship is that he gave birth to me. But he didn't raise me. Logically speaking, I don't owe him, he owes me."

"You don't hate him?"

Zhang Qingyun asked with a smile.

Zhang Xingdao was silent for a while: "Hate, but he has nothing to do with me."

A very sincere child, Zhang Xingdao's little face was a little sad: "I'm more afraid, I'm afraid of seeing him."

"See him hitting you?"

"No, I will beat him when I grow up!"

As a father, Liu Guangsheng undoubtedly failed.As a mother, Zhang Yingying is not qualified either: "You still have a sister."

"My sister went to work, and my sister hated me, him, and my mother, so...not long ago, my sister committed suicide by jumping off a building."

Zhang Qingyun was slightly moved.

Zhang Xingdao's four-year-old soul, which was not perfect before, has hidden so many things.This child is really pitiful.Zhang Qingyun also knew that under his own training, Zhang Xingdao's soul was complete, and his soul was stronger than ordinary people, and he vaguely took shape.
Therefore, Zhang Xingdao's thinking and ideas are more mature than ordinary adults.

In other words, this is a monstrous existence.

People came and went on the street, and the two stopped talking.

Towards the morning, Bai Gui's sneaky figure appeared on the pedestrian street.

Zhang Qingyun lifted the futon and returned to the Taoist temple: "Xingdao, you see Bai Gui."

Zhang Xingdao nodded his head.

Holding a stack of Taoist scriptures in his arms, Bai Gui came to the Taoist temple slowly.

He didn't see Zhang Qingyun, he only saw a little Taoist priest: "Little friend, is Taoist Master Qingyun here?"

Zhang Xingdao got up, bowed his head, and said in a dignified manner: "Yes, layman, what's the matter?"

Bai Gui was a little surprised. At Zhang Xingdao's young age, he felt like facing Zhang Qingyun.This feeling made him a little dazed: "There is indeed something, Dao Jing"

"Uncle gave the Taoist scriptures to laymen, so there is no need to return them."

Zhang Qingyun once mentioned the matter of giving Bai Gui Dao Jing, Zhang Xingdao was very clear about this matter: "Three months have passed, the layman has no destiny with my uncle, let's go back."

If Zhang Xingdao was given a dust whisk, he would most likely have the image of a Taoist expert.Bai Gui was even more surprised. A child of Zhang Xingdao's age would not dare to speak to strangers if he hadn't been lively.

But on the contrary, Zhang Xingdao gave him the feeling of being a master, the feeling of facing Zhang Qingyun.Bai Gui approached: "Xiao Daoist, how old are you?"

Isn't this a dwarf, who is actually older than him?

Otherwise, how could there be such wisdom?

"The Tao said, knowing the way of heaven at the age of one is a wise man, and not knowing the way of heaven at the age of one hundred is for a baby. I already know the way of heaven, and I have forgotten the age."

Ga?
Bai Gui felt a little uncomfortable, Zhang Xingdao's words made him inexplicably aggrieved.

Can't you talk nicely?

"I already know the Dao of Heaven, Master Xiao Dao, I'll go in and find Dao Master Qingyun."

Bai Gui raised his foot and was about to enter the Taoist temple.

Zhang Xingdao shook his head: "In three months, can the layman recite the Dao Sutra in the hand?"

Bai Gui shook his head, he was very busy, the sky was dark, how could he have time to recite Taoism scriptures?At the beginning, you can still spare time to flip through and read.Later, when I got tired of work, I just gave up.

Three months had passed, and when he suddenly saw the Daoist scriptures, he remembered the agreement with Zhang Qingyun.So, I came directly with the Taoist scriptures.

He thought, with his firm mind, clear purpose and unparalleled eloquence, he would definitely be able to impress Zhang Qingyun and learn some skills.Now, he was stopped by a little Taoist priest: "I haven't even finished reading these scriptures."

"so."

Holding the futon, Zhang Xingdao said like a little adult: "Fate gathers and breaks up. If there is a destiny, we get together, and if there is no destiny, we will disperse. Uncle gave you the Taoist scriptures, which is a chance for you, but you didn't grasp it. Therefore, lay Buddhists will have no destiny with the Taoist temple in the future. Let's go back."

What?
Is this little Taoist priest suspected of holding a feather duster as an arrow?

Did you stop him on purpose?

Bai Gui was not reconciled: "Xiao Daoist, I'm going to see Daoist Qingyun."

Zhang Xingdao shook his head: "Layman, why force it, you can't see uncle."

Zhang Xingdao turned around and walked into the Taoist temple.

Naturally, Bai Gui was not reconciled and followed into the Taoist temple.But entering the Taoist temple is not the familiar courtyard of the Taoist temple, but a desolate desert.Bai Gui was shocked: "As expected of Daoist Qingyun, he really has great abilities!"

The desert is vast and boundless, but in front of it, there are a series of footprints.

Bai Gui rolled his eyes and walked forward along the footprints.Walking and walking, thirsty, tired and hungry, Bai Gui's legs were filled with lead, it was getting late, and Bai Gui felt fear in his heart.

"Help, Daoist, I want to go back!"

Fear struck, and the attachment in Bai Gui's heart collapsed immediately.

In a blink of an eye, he appeared in the entrance of the Taoist temple.The gate of the Taoist temple was closed, and the sky outside was dark, and the shops on the pedestrian street were all closed.
Bai Gui opened his mouth wide and left dejectedly: "I won't give up!"

(End of this chapter)