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Chapter 1540: How Many Reincarnations and One Less Person, Chai Wu
Starlight is falling, and stars are twinkling in the night sky, seeming to be looking at the earth. Su Ming in the village is sitting in the yard, chopping firewood. His expression has always been calm, and the wood he chopped is very neat. Placed next to it, it is obviously different from the messy old man chopping firewood before.
The old man's firewood was of different sizes and thicknesses. After it was chopped, it was surrounded by sawdust. But here, all the firewood in Su Ming's place was almost the same after it was chopped.
Even the sound of chopping wood was very regular, which was different from that of the old man. Until midnight, the door of the house behind Su Ming creaked. The old man was wearing a small coat. He walked out with his hands behind his back, and stood beside Su Ming. He glanced at the firewood that Su Ming had finished chopping through the moonlight, and frowned.
"It's not right for you to chop wood like this."
Su Ming put down the ax and looked up at the old man.
"What's wrong?" This was the first time Su Ming spoke in this courtyard.
"There's nothing wrong. You're not chopping wood, you're chopping people. That's all. I can't sleep with you old man chopping noisily. Come on, come on, I'll teach you how to chop wood." The old man said in a lecturing tone. With a tone of voice, he stepped forward and touched Su Ming, signaling Su Ming to get up.
When Su Ming got up, the old man sat on the wooden pier, picked up the ax and took out the firewood. With a bang, he stuck the ax on the firewood and knocked it several times. Then with a click, the firewood was removed. The firewood was split into two halves of different sizes and fell randomly on both sides. The old man raised his head and glanced at Su Ming.
"Understood?"
"No." Su Ming shook his head.
"You little kid has poor understanding. Please see clearly. My old man will show you one more time." The old man said, picking up a piece of firewood again, and when he swung the ax, he split the firewood in half again with a bang.
"Do you understand this time?" The old man looked at Su Ming with expectation.
"No." Su Ming frowned, but still shook his head.
"You, you... that's all, I'll show you again." The old man spat into his hands, picked up the firewood and split it again.
"understood?"
"No."
"Do you understand this time?"
"A little bit more..."
In this way, time passed slowly, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The old man kept chopping firewood, and Su Ming kept shaking his head. When the last stick of firewood was left in the yard, the old man rolled his eyes.
"You kid, are you trying to anger the old man?" The old man threw the ax in his hand and looked at Su Ming angrily while rubbing his wrist. After more than an hour of chopping wood, the old man seemed a little tired. .
"I understand this time. Thank you for your guidance, senior." Su Ming looked calm and thoughtful. He looked at the old man, nodded solemnly, and bowed deeply with his fists clasped.
"Understood? What do you understand?" The old man glared and said angrily.
"Every section of the firewood I chopped was very neat and regular, but this neatness and regularity was done deliberately. Even if I didn't do it consciously, it naturally resulted in this result.
As for the firewood cut by my predecessors, every part is natural, no matter the broken lines or the size, I can't find two that are the same, just like in life... There are no two people who are really exactly the same, at most they are similar.
The predecessors here are not chopping firewood, but chopping away life. "Su Ming spoke calmly, and the words echoed in the late night. After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time. He slowly raised his head and took a deep look at Su Ming.
"I'm just chopping wood, but you can have such a long speech here. The old man tells you, I chop wood like this because it's the only way to make a fire. Do you understand, do you understand?
To those of you who chop firewood, it is not easy to burn! ! The old man stood up angrily and stared at Su Ming.
"The only thing I don't know about this junior is that with my senior's cultivation and identity, which period of my life I want to kill off, and why I want to kill it off, and... even though I don't know how many years have passed, why... I still haven't killed it off. Get off!" Su Ming looked at the old man and spoke calmly without caring about his previous words.
"What a mess, go to sleep, you kid, you will sleep outside from now on, not in the house!" The old man snorted, turned around and walked back to the house.
"Or maybe what the senior wants to cut off is not life, but the knots in the heart that condensed in that life. Do you have to cut off the knots in your own heart so that the great road can appear at your feet...
The reason why senior didn't cut off this heart knot, is it because even seniors are still hesitating, not knowing whether it should be cut or not? "When Su Ming opened his mouth lightly, the old man had already reached the door of the house without turning his head, and when he was about to lift his foot to step in, Su Ming suddenly seemed to have a touch of enlightenment in his expression.
"Could it be that... the reason why the senior hesitated whether to chop or not was because the senior hesitated about the truth of this knot in his heart? He was afraid that he would make the wrong chop, so he hesitated, so... he wanted to calm his mind while chopping wood, instead of Ask yourself, why not ask the way of heaven!" The moment Su Ming's words came out, the old man's feet stepped into the threshold. He had one foot outside and one foot inside. He slowly turned his head and looked Xiang Su Ming, at this moment, his expression revealed a look that was very different from usual.
There seemed to be a solemn look and a hint of shrinkage in his eyes. When he looked at Su Ming, even Su Ming could clearly notice that the old man seemed different at this moment.
But what exactly is different, he can't say clearly.
"You..." The old man paused slightly when he spoke calmly.
"Do you snore at night?" The moment these words came out, even Su Ming was stunned for a moment.
"If you want to snore, old man, I will drive you away." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the house.
Su Ming stood there in silence for a moment, with a smile on his face.
"With Gutai's cultivation base, the person he respects so much has already told me the answer. Among the three nine-level Taoist gods, one is the Shura Dao of the Shura Gate, and the other is the Emperor of the Imperial Capital." , and thirdly...but very few people know about his sect and dao name..." Su Ming looked up at the extinguished lights in the house, sat down cross-legged slowly, and closed his eyes.
When morning came, when Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly shrank. He saw that in the yard, the firewood that had been cut last night was gathered together again, as if time had reversed. Together.
"What are you doing standing there, not cutting firewood!" The voice seemed to be a little angry. As the door of the house was pushed open, the old man changed into a small coat and walked out with a pipe.
Su Ming pondered for a moment without saying anything. He walked up to the wooden pile, picked up the axe, looked at the firewood, and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, his eyes no longer had the sharpness of a monk, and his body The aura of a monk can no longer be seen on the body, as if at this moment, the whole person is no longer a monk, but a mortal youth.
Until this time, he casually dropped the axe, and the firewood suddenly split into two halves, not neatly arranged, but of different sizes.
Looking at the two halves of firewood, Su Ming seemed to be vaguely touched, as if what he saw was not firewood, but a feeling of creating some kind of life. It seemed that...the two pieces of wood that were chopped open like this did not exist in the world. , but because of myself, they appeared.
This feeling came quickly and dissipated invisible. It seemed that when Su Ming wanted to explore it carefully, he couldn't notice it. This was obviously different from chopping firewood last night.
While pondering, Su Ming picked up the second piece of firewood and continued to cut it, piece by piece... Until the whole day passed, Su Ming seemed to have forgotten the passage of his day, until dusk, when he looked in a trance, there was no more wood in front of him. A whole piece of firewood.
"Huh? You cut well today. That's all. You are allowed to rest. In this way, you can put on some clothes, take these firewood, and go to Carpenter Zhang at the west end of the village to exchange for food and bring it back. Old man, I haven't eaten all day. , I'm almost starving to death." The old man sat on the threshold, smoking a pipe, patting a piece of clothing beside him that had been prepared for Su Ming at some point, and said in an old-fashioned way.
Su Ming walked over slowly, instead of always clasping his fists and bowing as he did yesterday, he directly picked up his clothes and changed them in the yard. It was a burlap cloth with some clothes on it. The patch looks very plain.
After changing his clothes, Su Ming tied up the firewood in the yard and walked out of the yard. Under the setting sun, his back was stretched very long, and he fell into the yard, where was the old man smoking a pipe. In his eyes, he watched Su Ming go away, and slowly put down the cigarette pouch, with a hint of melancholy in his expression.
"Are you old? Even this little baby can actually see what's on my mind... I can't stop cutting, I can't cut... Is this world... real or fake?" The old man murmured softly, with bitterness and confusion on his face. .
Day after day, living like this, with rare peace, three months passed quickly. During these three months, Su Ming was always chopping firewood. Each time he had a different understanding, but there was always something missing. Something... Similarly, within three months, Su Ming was able to integrate into the village and be accepted by the village.
Everyone in the village knew that the old man in the east of the village had adopted an adopted son. This adopted son had a nice name, Su Ming.
Until one rainy night half a year later...
Thunder roared in the sky, and lightning flashed across the earth. Su Ming was lying in the wooden shed in the yard. He has been here for the past six months. Although the rain was pounding outside, it did not fall inside the shed. Su Ming was lying here, looking dazed. It's quite comfortable.
On this rainy night, outside this village, at the moment when lightning flashed across the night sky, two figures walked out of the jungle. They were two figures, one fat and one thin, wearing gray robes, standing there around them. There seems to be an invisible barrier that prevents the rain from getting close.
It seemed as if they were standing on the top of heaven and earth, especially the cultivation of these two people. If any monk noticed it, he would definitely be shocked. This is... Taoist Master!
"The Great Elder deduced the heaven, earth and sky, calculated all the ancient burials, and finally figured out where this person was. Unexpectedly, he was actually hiding in this mortal village!" The thin cultivator among the two spoke calmly, with a slightly sharp voice.
"Of course he wants to hide, but since he was found, today, he can't hide."
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(End of this chapter)