The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 42, Planting 'Bamboo'

There used to be a crooked neck tree in the backyard.But later, because of being too old, Li Wei withered and died when Li Wei was in junior high school. At that time, Li Wei cried for a long time. It was the first time that Li Wei came into contact with the concept of "death" happening in front of his eyes.

Taoist Tianque comforted the weeping Li Wei and said.

"Life and death, he is a tree, he will die."

"Aren't trees very long-lived?" Li Wei cried and wiped his nose. To him, this crooked-neck tree was like a childhood playmate, climbing up and down on it.

"Long life does not mean that you will not die. No matter how long you live, you will die. This is the law of the world, and it is also the law of life."

"The old Taoist, will you die too?"

"Hehehe, of course I will." Taoist Tianque laughed and said, "Besides, I will die earlier than you. At that time, you still have to offer incense to me. Find me a grave and let my The bones rest forever."

"The old Taoist, can you not die?" Li Wei said a little wronged: "I don't want you to leave."

Taoist Tianque shook his head.

"No, because the old Taoist priest, I am life, and if I am life, I will die. There is no life that cannot die, and there is no life that is immortal."

"Then what's the use of worshiping gods, you're going to die anyway."

The little boy said in a sad and angry way, and spoke disrespect to the fairy god in the shabby hall.

Taoist Tianque was not angry about this, but just tapped Li Wei on the bridge of the nose with little effort.

Then, little Li Wei cried, and the snot bubbles flowed into his mouth
"Son, you have to learn to accept farewell, this is the only way in life." Taoist Tianque smiled softly, wiped away Li Wei's tears with the only big rough hand left, and said: "Because life is limited. , That's why getting along is so precious, our short life gives limited meaning to getting along, so, come on, shovel this old crooked neck tree, since you are so sad, then bury him yourself!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Otherwise? Hehehe, let me do it with one hand."

"Old Taoist priest, you are not human!"

So like this, the questions about life and parting were temporarily over, and Li Wei went to shovel the neck tree with a crying voice, but this time he was not crying because the tree died, but because there was too much work to do.

Waving the shovel again and again, shoveling away the memories planted by the past time.

If you can't finish it in one day, it will be two days, and if you can't finish it in two days, it will be three days. Li Wei clearly remembers that he was shoveling this thing all summer vacation
Boom—the crooked neck tree fell, and was moved outside the Taoist temple by Daoist Tian Que and Xiao Li Wei. The tree turned into nourishment and merged into the earth, and became a part of the mountain again, nourishing the next tree.

"With the nutrients of the big tree, he will nourish the next tree in the forest after his death."

"After many years, this tree also dies, and then continues to nourish the next tree. This is how life is passed on."

At that time, Li Wei was ignorant, but he seemed to understand a lot of truths. It was not until Taoist Tian Que passed away that Li Wei recalled life and death again.

That taste is not good
"The taste of memories, it's uncomfortable, I think of the old Taoist priest Tian Que again."

Li Wei squatted down, staring blankly at the tree pit in front of him that had already been filled with mud, and was vaguely linked from his past memories.

Some things have long been wiped away by time, and occasionally they are aroused by some things, and they will still be quite nostalgic, and even these nostalgia will become more mellow nostalgia after being washed away by time.

However, because time is limited, Li Wei deeply remembers the time spent with Taoist Tian Que
Memories surfaced in Li Wei's mind, and warm memories of the past emerged in Li Wei's mind, and then he smiled.

"Okay, let's plant you here, and call you Black Bamboo."

"Although I don't know what you will be when you grow up, your style of painting is indeed quite pleasing."

Li Wei 'planted' the paper with 'bamboo' written on it into the soil.

A piece of paper, with bamboo written on it, was planted in the soil.

The translucent ink painting of bamboo species is clearly painted like splashed ink, but it seems to be perfectly integrated into this wet land.

It seems that the style of painting has the meaning of ink and wash fairyland, but only this bamboo has a different style of painting, and the style of painting in other places is very normal and realistic.

Although it is not a painting style, it is also harmonious and tight.

Li Wei had a whim, if the backyard of his Taoist temple was not only decorated with black bamboo.

Then decorate with ink cranes, ink rabbits, and ink tigers.

At that time, wouldn't this place be like a real landscape wonderland?

At that time, this little Taixuanguan will really feel like a land of immortals!
Wang Haiqiang, male, 39 years old, is a policeman.

Usually loves to play World of Warcraft, lives in a self-built house in the northeast of the city, married early and had children, and has 2 children.I have to work overtime every day until 8:12 to 11:8 in the evening before I can go home.Don't smoke, the wine is only limited to tasting.If I don't work overtime, I go to bed at 20 o'clock in the evening. My biggest wish is to sleep for [-] hours a day.Before going to bed, be sure to drink a glass of warm milk, then do soft exercises for [-] minutes, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately.Once you feel the dawn, never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

Ordinary people with ordinary lives, Wang Haiqiang has always demanded himself with such a code of conduct, until he met a white tiger and a magical Taoist, which disrupted the originally peaceful criminal police life.

"Oh, what are you talking about?"

Wang Haiqiang felt a little weird, and the feeling of the collapse of this world view was really uncomfortable.

He really envied Ma Yougui. To some extent, he is also a strong person. When accepting the new reality, in order to maintain his old life, he resolutely ignored the new worldview, continued his peaceful and fulfilling life, and put everything Pretend it never happened.

This is a kind of perseverance, but also a kind of strength, which is admirable.

At this time, a document was sent from above, and Wang Haiqiang's leader happened to see him in a daze in front of the door, and said, "Haiqiang, it happens that you have been a little tired recently, and I will give you an easier job."

"Ah? Oh, let's talk about Bureau Zhang, what is the mission?" Wang Haiqiang came to his senses and saw that his leader came with a batch of documents.

"Oh, it's not an important task, just send some documents to Menshui Village, where a public safety publicity campaign of [people's rich and good townspeople, police and civilians promoting a family] will be carried out."

"What the hell are the rich people..."

"It's fully sponsored by others."

(End of this chapter)