Inner Demons

Liu Lao Dao usually goes downhill to carry water in the noon.

Originally, there was a spring at the back of the mountain temple, but unfortunately it gradually dried up a few years ago. Shikuizi carried two buckets of water from the bottom of the mountain every few days for use on the mountain.

But Lao Dao Liu has been here for a few days, and he has used more water. So now he goes to the mountain to carry water every day.

He has almost changed his appearance-originally a loose bun and long beard. But when Kuizi came here for nearly ten days, his beard was cut off. Naturally, it is not shaved, but cut short. Coupled with the fact that he has done almost nothing in these few days, and only concentrates on cultivating the Shui Yun Jin that Li Yunxin passed on, the whole person looks a little younger.

So the current Liu Lao Dao–probably a person who is not very familiar, can’t recognize it.

Three days ago, Kuizi went to Weicheng and came back and told him that Zhao Zhifu and the three Fu Yin had left Weicheng, and he was now in charge of a neighboring official. That official didn’t want to have more trouble in Weicheng, and many cases were uncovered in a sloppy manner-no one was going to pursue the cause of Xing Constable’s death.

This news made the depressed Old Dao a little better.

But I still don’t like talking.

He walked down the mountain road with two heavy wooden barrels, but he didn’t feel tired. I just remembered what happened in Weicheng for more than a month, and felt like a dream-the cultivator, Demon… came and went like lanterns during that month. Now I look at this mountain view, branches, paths, sunlight, cobwebs between grass and leaves, clothes that have just been washed with honey locust…

It feels more like a millennial dream.

I feel that I am a mortal after all, and accidentally got involved in the battle of that many Divine Immortal characters. But that doesn’t belong to his world-brother Xin’s shocking and stunning characters have been killed, so the world will leave him.

When I wake up from the dream, it will be a few years or more than a decade of ordinary days.

Drink some rough tea, knock off the dried loess on the soles, look at the sky–

This life is over.

Lao Liu couldn’t help being sighed. Although I know that this is what an ordinary person like him should live, but I always feel very empty in my heart.

After all… he has seen that world.

Unconsciously, he walked to the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain and habitually looked at the intersection. A couple hurrying on the road seemed to be sleeping in the post booth in the distance, and it looked normal. So I walked to the west-there was a small river in the west with clear and shallow water. Drinking a hint of sweetness, making tea is the most fragrant.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a faint singing, like a child singing.

Lao Liu Taoxiu’s water and cloud strength, his eyes and ears are already clearer than ordinary people. And the singing child seemed not far from him, so he heard more clearly.

The young boy only sang four songs repeatedly–

“The old spirit on the three-life stone,

Don’t talk about enjoying the moon and singing the wind.

I am ashamed of my old friend visiting from afar,

Although this body is of the opposite sex forever.”

Listening to that’s all, these four sentences are like a giant hammer, knocking on him at once Heart.

Liu Laodao stood there for a while, and the wooden barrel in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Then he strode around a cluster of trees in front of him and finally saw the scene ahead.

Beside the small river, there was a child sitting on a large blue stone, among the bamboo shade, waving an Azure Bamboo branch and singing.

Liu Laodao stared at him intently and walked slowly in front of him.

When the child saw him coming, he stopped and dropped the bamboo branch in his hand. Standing up on the bluestone, Liu Laodao said with a smile, “Why did the old man come so late?”

Liu Laodao was speechless for a while, and only trembled: “You…you… …You are…”

The child said again: “I have been taken care of by my deceased in the previous life, and I am deeply impressed. Because I am worried about your safety, I specifically pleaded with Yan Jun and invested in this dying child. Look at you.”

“I have done too many misfortunes in my previous life. After I die, I will suffer all kinds of hardships in Yin Sector. Therefore, I want to ask my deceased.”

Liu Lao Dao heard this. There are tears everywhere. I wanted to come forward to touch and hug, but finally felt wrong. I had to nodded again and again: “Brother Xin…you say it, you say it!”

The boy said again: “The Weishui Dragon King I killed was Divine Dragon, the ninth son Chi Kiss. ​​It’s a crime. Therefore, if the dragon king’s grievances persist, I will suffer. If the deceased can make people worship the dragon king in this Yang Sector, he will not blame me again if he receives incense under Jiuquan.”

“I count that the deceased will have a chance in the future-if that opportunity can gather some popularity and gather some believers, I can get free soon. If the deceased wants to establish Sect one day to accept disciples, it is to worship the Divine Dragon , Let’s call Divine Dragon to teach.”

Liu Laodao choked and couldn’t help himself. He repeatedly said: “Okay, okay, okay!”

The child stood on the bluestone again after he finished talking. When he bowed to Old Liu, he suddenly fainted.

But before Liu Lao Dao could help him, he woke up again. As soon as I saw a stranger in front of him and it was cold on the stone, he cried loudly, turned over again, and almost fell off the stone-fortunately, Old Road Liu caught him.

He held the child, and the child kicked and beaten, crying.

Old fogey thinks of what he was just now, and thinks of the pair of sons and daughters he died, and he can’t help feeling sad. When I woke up and thought about it for a while, I thought it should be the child of the couple, so I held it and sent it over.

However, they said that the couple was awakened, and they panicked when they met Liu Laodao and Child. But Liu Laodao had a good face and wore a daoist robe. The couple asked him if he was a blessing from the mountain temple, and they talked about the recent events.

Liu Lao Dao also experienced it from a time of poverty. After hearing the reason for this, I remembered that Brother Xin said that he was born on this “dying child”. He said that the child’s life should be exhausted, and there is no need to spend money to worship God. It’s better to save money, or organize funerals, or regenerate in the future, and it’s not tight.

But the carpenter is always a son, and the woman loves her son. Where can I hear this?

He scolded the Taoist priest for speaking badly, and cursed his fat and lively child to die. Angrily, the temple stopped worshiping, turned around and left.

Liu Laodao stood by the post pavilion and watched as they walked away with the child, and tears came again.

Li Yunxin stood beside him, looked at him for a while, sighed then said, and left.

It’s not that I don’t want to meet this old way, just for his own good.

What he is asked to do right now is risky. Only in this way can the risk be minimized.

It’s not that I didn’t think about asking him to spend a lifetime on this Nanshan at the same time. But he often came to investigate these days and realized that it didn’t seem to be the life this old way wanted now.

In that case… he fulfilled his wish.

What is the fun of being alive?

Furthermore, the couple returned to Bailuzhou angrily and tiredly. It was almost time for dinner in the afternoon.

When the neighbors on the street saw them, they were all curious about what happened—the carpenter’s family of three borrowed something to drive to the mountain temple in the middle of the night. This incident has spread during the day. Has become another miracle in town.

The couple are angry and scared. But everyone knows it anyway, and is not afraid to say it. So he told the story of seeing a man at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, not only to relieve the sullen heart, but also to share some fears.

Carpenter is a good fellow in town. When something happened to the carpenter’s house and it was so leisurely, more people gradually gathered.

Li Yunxin just stood beside the carpenter’s family of three, listening to them saying these things–

knowing that the time has come.

So he swooped and attached the child again.