Chapter 010: Marrying and receiving immortality
Along the way, Chen Jiaer and Yang Zengyue talked about their own things. Jiuxiao listened from the side and didn't understand how his granddaughter knew this girl.
From their conversation, Jiuxiao discovered that Chen Jiaer was from Yunqing City, while Zengyue was studying in Nanyuan, so the two of them were from the south and the north.
This girl came to Sikun Mountain three days ago. When he first saw her, he found that her coat was torn, and it was obvious that she had been wandering around in the mountains for a long time.
When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and her skills in making small talk were seriously inconsistent with her appearance.
He felt inferior to all the ways he used to get information. Jiuxiao was skeptical about her identity at first, but the girl was very sincere.
When she asked him about Gift Moon, her eyes were full of respect and admiration, without a trace of calculation, so he brought her home to look after her.
I was afraid that she had something to do with Zengyue.
Now it seems that his decision yesterday was correct, but how did Zengyue know this girl and have such a good relationship with her?
Jiuxiao thought for a long time while walking on the mountain path.
Yang Zengyue and Chen Jiaer each carried a backpack containing some dry food and drinking water.
In the past, on the first and fifteenth day of every month, as long as Yang Zengyue was at home, he would accompany his master to Sikun Mountain.
Jiuxiao is a cultivator, and the place where he cultivates is the Xingyun Temple on Sikun Mountain.
As for the worldly affairs of her master when he was not practicing, she had never asked much about them.
It was only later, after the end of the world, that she learned that her master came from a prominent family, one of the most famous in the entire Zhongwei.
The three of them climbed up the mountain path slowly. Sikun Mountain was full of rugged rocks and lush trees. Birds were singing on the branches and there was the faint sound of mountain springs. The scenery was very beautiful.
There are few people here, so Sikun Mountain still looks natural.
The Xingyun Temple they were about to visit was a place of spiritual practice that was said to have a history of nearly a thousand years.
That was where Jiuxiao first formed a bond with cultivation, and it was also the beginning of the relationship between the master and the disciple.
Yang Zengyue walked very slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every tree in Sikun Mountain.
After Gou Zi Pumpkin entered the mountains, his shadow was almost nowhere to be seen.
This is its territory, and Yang Zengyue knew that it would definitely be waiting for them at the entrance of the main hall of Xingyun Temple.
"Master, slow down." Yang Zengyue became a little nagging, which made Chen Jiaer, who was standing next to him, find it very interesting.
This is totally not the Yang Zengyue in the apocalypse who is decisive and decisive, and makes others tremble when they hear his name.
Jiuxiao waved his hand nonchalantly: "Alright, I'm still strong and healthy. I've been walking this mountain road for over fifty years."
Yang Zengyue smiled. She had been worried about many things since she woke up. She didn't want to experience the pain of losing her loved ones a second time.
"Master, we won't be going to the west this summer. I want to do a few projects. Let me show you the design drawings and then we can improve them." Yang Zengyue began to tell Jiuxiao about his plan.
The girl's voice was clear and resonant in the deep mountains. The mountain path was quiet and peaceful, and Yang Zengyue's heart also calmed down.
Jiu Xiao admitted that he was only a little surprised why she did this. After listening to her, he asked, "Are you planning to turn Sikunshan into a farm and be self-sufficient? In the future, you won't go to school anymore?"
Yang Zengyue looked up at his master, his eyes firm and his tone resolute: "When we get to the main hall and pay our respects to the ancestor, I will tell you the reason."
Jiuxiao looked at Chen Jiaer beside him and asked, "Miss Chen, you're not going to school either?"
"Grandpa, please call me Jia'er." Chen Jia'er was a little unaccustomed to this address. Then she smiled, her two deep dimples looking very cute. She nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I want to help Zengyue build the project."
Yang Zengyue had no intention of hiding this from Jiuxiao, believing that her master would have discovered her abnormality after she returned.
Also, the appearance of Chen Jiaer is also a suspicious point.
I must tell my master about these two things: rebirth and the end of the world.
Now that she has the chance to start over, there is no way she will leave her master to go to school again.
She will protect all of this and protect this old man who is devoted to her.
Jiuxiao thought that after his granddaughter came back, not only had her ideas changed a lot, but her temperament had also become more stable.
Doing things and thinking about things are totally beyond her ability at her age. She is like a weathered plum blossom, waiting to bloom.
No, it's more like a sword that has been sharpened for many years, just waiting to be unsheathed.
Jiuxiao walked and pondered, could it be that Zengyue had the opportunity to wake up from a dream one night?
The truth was not too far from his guess.
After he learned about it, he sighed and felt fortunate for what happened to Zengyue and Chen Jiaer.
An hour later, the three of them arrived at the main entrance of an ancient building. On the quaint wooden plaque were three powerful characters engraved:
Xingyun Temple
This is a very old building. From outside the mountain gate, you can see the grandeur of the hall inside.
The eaves are raised high, and cute animals are squatting on the raised part of the eaves. The twelve zodiac animals are arranged in order, each one is lifelike, just like a cycle of sixty years.
Behind this building, there are several smaller buildings hidden, forming a painting that is as eternal as time.
Yang Zengyue took out the key and opened the closed wooden door. With a "creak", it seemed as if he had opened a door to the other side of time.
There were some leaves blown by the wind piled up in the spacious yard. Cute little squirrels were jumping happily on the ground. When they heard the sound, they all ran back to the trees alertly.
If Chen Jiaer had seen this at other times, she would have definitely run over to catch a few squirrels to play with, but she knew the occasion, so she followed Yang Zengyue to the main hall.
Yang Zengyue climbed up the stairs.
There were nine steps in total, but it felt like she had walked them for a lifetime.
For her, it has indeed been a lifetime.
Jiuxiao looked at her back with piety and awe.
Although it was the same in the past, Jiuxiao understood that Zengyue's expression today was different from before.
There is a kind of transcendence that can only be found after years of sedimentation.
Pumpkin appeared out of nowhere and followed Yang Zengyue and the others into the hall.
Pushing open the door of the hall, it was very empty inside. Although they came here twice a month, some small animals that called this place home still left traces in the hall.
Yang Zengyue put the backpack outside the hall door, went to the side hall to get a rag, and he and Chen Jiaer each fetched a bucket of water and began to clean various things in the hall.
Chen Jiaer followed her.
She followed whatever Yang Zengyue did, like a little follower.
There is a statue standing in the main hall, which is the founder of Xingyun Temple, Lu Xingyun.
After cleaning, Yang Zengyue took the incense and paper money, then knelt on the cushion under the statue to light them, and burned the incense devoutly. All the rituals were carried out according to what Jiuxiao had taught him in his memory.
Standing up and inserting the incense into the incense burner, Yang Zengyue knelt on the cushion again, closed his eyes, and kowtowed nine times respectfully to the statue.
She silently recited in her heart:
Disciple Yang Zengyue, fortunately blessed by the patron saint Xingyun, has this opportunity. What was left unfinished in his previous life, the disciple will make up for in this life. No one else can obtain the secrets of Xingyun Temple from Yang Zengyue.
After bowing, Yang Zengyue closed his eyes and silently recited the cultivation mantra left by Master Xingyun. It was not until two incense sticks later that he opened his eyes and concealed all his sharpness.
After Jiuxiao lit the incense, he went to sit outside the hall.
That was where he usually sat quietly, overlooking everything in the courtyard and the peaks of the distant mountains.
Yang Zengyue finished chanting and went to his side, sitting cross-legged on the cushion opposite him, just like he had done many times before.
As if they had telepathic connection, she turned around and looked at the statue of Master Xingyun.
The statue sat upright on the incense table, its face kind and peaceful. At this moment, Yang Zengyue understood that all these things that had happened again were gifts from God to her.
Get married and enjoy longevity.
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