I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 70

Song You broke off a few stalks of bamao that had just grown in spring. They were not long, and they were thin and tender. He used them to weave a hollow ball. Looking left and right, he was not very satisfied. Walking would be boring anyway, so I threw it away and made two new ones, and then I chose the one I liked and put it in the quilt bag.

So leisurely, picking fruit and cutting grass, in fact, it did not delay the walk, but added a lot of fun to the walk.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to my childhood.

At that time, no matter where you went, no matter how long the road was, as long as you walked on the road, in the fields beside the road, in the forest and on the trees, you would have countless fun.

Walking was never for walking then.

Gradually, it went higher and higher, reaching the top of the mountain.

The three-flowered cat stopped and turned to look into the distance.

Song You also stopped.

I don't know where this place is, I just know that looking at it this way, the mountains and rivers are all under my feet, and the scenery is very good.

There are a lot of sugar cane planted here.

Between the hillsides is a flat and well-organized land, which is dyed dense blue by the sugarcane forests. There is a small road in the middle, leading to a place that I will never go to in this life. Big trees grow quietly beside the road. How many years have passed, and the villages and houses can be seen faintly at the end of the line of sight. I don’t know how many years they have existed. Everything is clear, quiet and beautiful.

Song You couldn't help but think that maybe the scenery here was like this hundreds of years ago.

Maybe it will still be like this a few hundred years from now.

But whose hometown is here?What kind of people live here?What kind of life do they live?

Song You looked natural, but his heart was full of impulsiveness. He wanted to go down and take a closer look at the appearance of this land, know the people here, listen to the stories here, but he also knew that the mountains and rivers are infinite, and even gods can't see them.

The world is big and life is short, so regrets are inevitable.

But maybe regret is the norm.

"gentlemen."

At this moment, a swallow landed on top of the horse's head and turned to look at him: "Where are we going?"

"Yan An..."

Song You didn't rush to answer, but asked him, "Have you ever flown to the south for the winter?"

"Mr. Hui, I grew up with my ancestors since I was a child, so I don't need to fly to the south for the winter. Later, I got Taoism, opened up my spiritual wisdom, and changed my form, so I don't need to go."

"That's it."

"Sir, you are very interested in things in the south and overseas?" Yanzi stared at the Taoist with a pair of black eyes, and always felt that after hearing that he hadn't been there, his tone was a little regretful, "I have heard from my ancestors since I was a child. Less about the south and overseas, if you want to hear, I can also tell you.”

"Not this one."

"That is……"

"I just think it's unusual to fly south for the winter."

"How unusual?"

"I heard that you will fly tens of thousands of miles, and the farthest one will fly tens of thousands of miles. I don't know how many mountains and rivers you will cross, and how many different scenery you will see. That part of the journey must be very exciting." Song You sighed. Even the gods in the world are stuck in place by their beliefs, never knowing what the world really looks like, and even most people can't even dream of such a vast world, but you are born to move south, and you are born to see most people I don’t know what you think of the vast world that you can never see in your life, but in short, many people are envious.”

Hearing what he said, Yanzi really felt that it was very unusual, so she also felt a little regretful.

"I have never been to……"

"You can go anytime."

"Is it dangerous outside?"

"Hard to say."

"Oh……"

Song You thought for a while before saying:

"When I was young, I also asked my master if it was dangerous to go down the mountain.

"She said to me: This world is more than [-] miles wide. Every day, an unknown number of people die in unforeseen accidents, and an unknown number of people die unhappily. But there are also people who stay where they are, never go anywhere, never do anything special. , and died of illness and starvation in the middle of the journey. There are also people who live to old age, but they also don’t know what to do. You need to see and decide for yourself. What you have seen and what you have encountered in this life are closely related to how you choose.

"However, she is a Taoist, and she loved walking the world when she was young. This is just her idea, of course. You and I should have our own ideas and choices."

Swallow thought for a long time before saying nervously, "I've always wanted to ask Mr. a question."

"Just ask."

"Mr. walks the world like this, since there is no destination, what is the reason for sir?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

Swallow thought for a long time before carefully saying: "I thought it was to punish evil and promote good, to punish evil and eliminate demons."

"Through this journey, I have punished the evil and promoted the good, punished the evil and eliminated the evil, but I didn't go down the mountain specifically for them." Song You shook his head and smiled, "Sometimes I do this, and sometimes I don't. "

"Sir, don't you accumulate merit?"

"I don't accumulate merit, I only accumulate peace of mind."

"Sir, don't you want to become a god?"

"Not to become a god, nor to become a Buddha."

"..."

Yanzi froze for a moment, he was used to seeing his ancestors put in so much effort to become a god, but now that his husband said so lightly, "Not to become a god, nor to become a Buddha", he suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"Then... is it for becoming an immortal?"

"What is a fairy?"

"Xian is... immortal?"

"Those who intend to live forever, cannot live forever, and those who do not intend to live forever, live forever without meaning."

"That is to be at ease."

"Is it possible to be free and easy after becoming a fairy? Or is it possible to become a fairy if you are free and easy? But if you are already free and easy, how much difference does it make if you become a fairy or not?" Song You said softly.

"..."

Swallow was thinking while digesting, and his confidence was no longer enough: "Then, is Mr. simply practicing in the world?"

"But I don't practice for joining the world."

"That is……"

"Where are there so many reasons? Where are there so many purposes?"

"Please enlighten me, sir."

"Where can I talk about enlightenment. Life is too short, and walking in the world, I just want to see more scenery, see more things I have never seen before, and taste more pleasures in this world. In this short life Fill in as much fun as you like, so that when this life is over, in retrospect, you can say something worthwhile." Song You smiled, "But the interesting thing is that when you don't think about anything, you have a lot of things. A windfall. This kind of unexpected windfall is the happiest."

"..."

Swallow fell into silence and thought.

If he had turned into a human form, he would have already frowned.

Not to become a god, not to become an immortal, not to practice, but to make this life more interesting according to one's own inner wishes.

What Mr. said seems to be just a mortal, but if you think about it carefully, what is the difference between this and an immortal?
Whether it is becoming a god, becoming an immortal, becoming a Buddha, or practicing in the world, if you think about it, if you deliberately pursue it, even if it is different from the fame and fortune in the world, how different is it?

A voice suddenly came from the ear:

"Let's go."

"Go...Which way?"

"below."

Song You has already made a decision: "It's fine if you don't meet, but if you do, then don't miss it."

It happened to be in the afternoon, maybe we could stay overnight.

So down the path again.

Not far away, the world under the mountain came before us.I saw a small road in a mountain village with evergreen cypress trees beside the road. I don't know where it leads, but the road is flat, and people often walk on it.

Sanhuamao still ran ahead, very lively, and only stopped to look at them when they encountered a fork in the road.

This is also for fun——

As long as she runs faster, she can stop in front, smell the grass on the roadside, and sometimes bite a few, or catch bugs on the roadside, and share them with swallows, or watch the distant scenery.

Gradually, it was almost dusk.

Song You looked up and saw smoke rising from the bamboo forest in the distance. There was a lot of smoke, and there should be a village.

Maybe go to sleepover.

Just as he was thinking about it, the three-colored cat in front of him stopped suddenly, and the whole cat stopped moving. He raised his head and stared straight ahead, turned his head to look at Song You, and then continued to look forward.

Song You walked over unhurriedly.

Follow her gaze——

I saw a child standing alone under the cypress tree on the side of the road, a boy, about seven or eight years old, neither crying nor fussing, but looking left and right, a little dull in a daze.

There was a wind blowing by the river, which made him shrink his neck.

"It's a villain!"

"Miss Sanhua has good eyesight."

"Where's his mother?"

"Not here."

"That's lost!"

"possible."

Song You looked at the place where the cooking smoke was in the distance, and even though the bamboo forest blocked it, he could still see a corner of the cottage.

This kid presumably came from there.

"That's just right."

"What's good?"

"It's easy to stay overnight."

"right!"

Sanhuamao turned its head and looked at Song You in surprise, and immediately came to its senses, then trotted, bouncing, and ran towards the child.

The child was still in a trance, looking left and right, at a loss, until the Sanhua cat approached him, he seemed to be attracted by the cat, and began to stare at the Sanhua cat intently.

But still no action.

Song You also walked over.

"Little Doll."

"Ok?"

The child looked up at him with a dull expression.

Song You put on a smile, tried to make himself look gentle, and his voice slowed down: "Where did you come from? Why did you come here alone?"

The child looked around again, and stretched out his hand to point, but the finger wobbled half a circle, and he couldn't tell the direction.

"what's your name?"

"Little Cow..."

"How did you get here?"

"do not know……"

"Where do you live?"

"Home..."

The child stared at him stupidly.

There was a wind blowing, he was wearing thin clothes, he couldn't help shrinking his neck and shivering.

Song You stood over and blocked the wind for him.

The child got better immediately.

Suddenly, Song You turned his head again, as if he heard some voices from the wind.

It seemed that someone was calling for the child.

"Little Cow."

"Ok?"

"Did you hear someone calling you?"

"It seems to have……"

The child nodded and replied dully.

"Where is it?"

"do not know……"

The child stared at him blankly.

"..."

Song You had no choice but to turn his head and look at Sanhuamao: "Where is Mistress Sanhua? Did you hear anything?"

"What did you hear?"

"What is it?"

"Someone is singing."

"Sing?"

"That's right! Strange speaking voice!"

"Is it over there?"

Song You pointed to the direction where the cooking smoke rose.

"Seems to be."

"it is good."

So Song You squatted down, looked at the child lightly, and stretched out his hand to him:
"Let's go and take you home."

The child looked at him and then at the cat.

Hesitant and tangled, he seemed to feel that this person's affinity was not bad, and finally chose to believe, so he stretched out his hand to hold him, followed him, and walked along the path.

No one came to look for him all the way.

On the contrary, the voice became clearer.

Actually it's not singing, it's just a melodious voice, with a long tail after each call, which is slightly different from the usual shouting, but when you listen carefully, there is a mysterious and simple charm.Although the singing voice was different from that of the female ghost in Yidu Small Courtyard, Sanhuamao couldn't tell what singing was. It only remembered Song You's words, which sounded strange, so it said it was singing.

"Little Cow..."

The voice could still be heard clearly across the river.

"Little Cow...

"Little Cow..."

……

"Come home...

"Come back for dinner...

"Come back and take a nap...

"Quickly promise...

"Come back soon...

"Don't let your family worry anymore..."

A crowd of men and women, young and old, shouted around the house.

Some stood on the roof, some stood on the hill behind the house, and some stood on the field ridge in front of the house.

Among them was an old man with a long beard, holding a bowl of muddy water in his hand. Every time he shouted, he would dip water from the bowl and sprinkle it on the sky.There was also a middle-aged woman with a weeping voice, which added a strong emotional flavor to this simple and ancient way of shouting.

Suddenly, everyone looked forward.

I saw a young man in Taoist robes walking along the path, a three-colored cat in front of him, jogging, and a bay red horse behind him, without a rein, but followed him obediently.

There is still a swallow flying in the sky.

The Taoist himself is amazing enough, but it's more than that. What's even more amazing is that his right hand is slightly raised to the side, as if he is leading an invisible person who is not tall.

When the Taoist came in front of the crowd, the shouting and singing that had been loud just now had basically stopped, and he felt that the scene in front of him was too mysterious, and he was at a loss for a moment, and he didn't dare to make a sound. It is now silent.

Song You nodded slightly to them, then looked down at the child on the right hand, and said with a small smile:
"Go back quickly."

After speaking, he let go of his right hand.

After thinking about it, the woman didn't bother to marvel at the mystery of the situation, she just wiped the tears from her face, turned around and ran into the house.

Soon a voice came from inside:
"Wake up, wake up!"

A bunch of people all ran into the house.

A man only took one look, then ran out again, and came to Song You again, bowing and clapping his hands incessantly:
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."

"I'm just passing through here. I happened to see your son's soul standing on the side of the road. He was out of his mind. By the way, I heard everyone's shouts, so I followed the voice and brought him back." Song You paused, then glanced at the person next to him. The old gentleman was at a loss with the water bowl, "You should only thank the old gentleman. Thanks to the old gentleman's method, the son did not go far."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The man was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and he quickly stretched out his hand: "You two gentlemen, please come and sit inside!"

"Please, sir."

"Please please..."

"How dare the younger generation."

"Then I'll go first..."

Only then did the old gentleman walk into the house with the bowl in his hand.

Song You also walked in.

It's just thatched huts in the village, simple but refreshing, the middle one is the main room, the old Eight Immortals table, thick bowls for tea, the table and bowls are probably many years old.

There was a bowl of tea belonging to the old man, and the man quickly went to get another bowl and poured another bowl for Song You.

After taking a sip, he saw that several people on the table were looking at him, but he didn't know how to speak. Song You knew that most of these people were simple people from the countryside and didn't have much eloquence, so he put down the bowl, cupped his hands and said:
"My surname is Song Mingyou. I am from a mountain in Lingquan County, Yizhou. I travel all over the world. When I pass by this place, it is also considered to be destined for my son, so I brought it here to ask for tea."

"Thank you sir, we are all dying of anxiety."

"Don't be in a hurry, there is an old gentleman here, maybe he will come back after calling a few more times."

This is just talk.

In fact, this local method is only useful for people whose souls are scattered but have not gone far, and are near the door of the house. The soul of this child has traveled for more than a mile, and it cannot be called back.However, this kind of folk gentlemen are usually very experienced, and there are other ways to say that they are not sure.

In short, I just came here to stay overnight and beg for a meal. Sometimes the words that I say casually are worth a lot of money, so it's not good to smash other people's signs.

"Where is sir going?"

"Pingzhou."

"Where is Pingzhou?"

"I want to visit Yunding Mountain."

"Yunding Mountain..."

The man was a little embarrassed and hadn't heard of it.

But he also immediately said: "To go to the boundary of Pingzhou, I'm afraid I have to walk nearly two hundred miles. It takes a day to ride a horse, and at least two days to walk with feet. Mr. Yu Xiaoren has a great kindness, and Xiaoren There is nothing here to entertain Mr., so he has the cheek to ask Mr. to stay for dinner and stay overnight."

"Respect is worse than obedience."

It is better to have a place to stay and have a decent hot meal than to sleep in the open.

Someone in the back room fed the calf some water and some meat porridge. The calf gradually regained his senses. Although he was weak, he was still sober and able to speak.

The adult asked him what happened, but he couldn't tell, and asked him where he had gone, and he couldn't tell, he just said that he vaguely remembered standing on the side of a small road, surrounded by fog, and couldn't see anything clearly, and then a cat took him with him. He led a Taoist priest to come to him, talked to him, and then led him along a road to the door of his house.

Everyone was amazed for a moment.

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