Chapter 72: The Old Wang Xie (Thanks to the leader Yun Guangqinluji!)
As the setting sun shines, the forest waves dye the clouds with green.
A few frog croaks were heard in the ravine.
Taoist Crow turned his head to look at the temple gate from time to time, attracting Zhou Yi's attention.
But there was no sign of Mr. Xie.
Suddenly the sun sets and the moon rises, and dusk falls.
"Is something wrong?"
"Won't."
Taoist Crow shook his head:
"The power structures in Nanyang County are intertwined, so there are open and covert struggles. They look down on the farmland, so there are no bad guys. The occasional bandits who come from Guanjun City are all buried in the mountains like fertilizer."
"Yes,"
He turned his gaze towards me and said, "I will hand over Wuzhuang Temple to you, Taoist friend. I hope you can also keep this area safe."
"These farmers are simple and honest people. They often send vegetables, fish and rice to the temple, which is also a kind of gratitude."
Zhou Yi happily said, "Of course. My methods of dealing with thieves are very cruel."
Taoist Crow used his hoarse voice to suppress a few unpleasant laughs.
Another half incense stick of time passed, and the candles inside the temple were lit one by one.
The mountain wind was howling, and Taoist Ya went to the warehouse to bring a wind shield to block the wind.
When he came back from the warehouse, he found Zhou Yi standing up and staring at the door.
Under the moonlight, a figure was walking slowly towards us, carrying a hoe and stepping on small coins.
I get up early in the morning to clean up the weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight.
Mr. Wu Liu's poems become concrete at this moment.
As the lights got closer, the face of the person coming became clearer.
He was an old man with silver hair and bronze skin. He held the hoe on his right shoulder with his right hand and held a willow branch full of fresh fish in his left hand.
"Master Crow"
The old man was halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed Zhou Yi and smiled. "Oh, we have a distinguished guest today."
He put down the two breams, untied the wild vegetables hanging on the end of the hoe and shared most of them.
"You guys chat, I'll go first."
"Wait a minute," said Taoist Ya, who was very familiar with him and served both fish and wild vegetables with ease. "This distinguished guest came specifically to look for you. I just intercepted him halfway."
Zhou Yi said gently, "But is it Uncle Xie?"
The old man leaned on his hoe and nodded, his face full of wrinkles:
"I am Xie Jiyou, young Taoist priest, but did my son ask you to come here?"
Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I guess so."
Old Mr. Xie sighed deeply and took the coarse earthenware tea bowl handed to him by Taoist Crow. He already understood everything in his cloudy eyes.
"What did you say before you left, son?"
Zhou Yi said seriously, "In fact, your son and I have never met before. I just delivered the letter to Wolonggang as agreed."
As he spoke, he took the letter out of the oil paper and presented it with both hands.
Zhou Yi wanted to comfort him, but Taoist Crow pulled him aside by the corner of his sleeve, and then moved a bamboo chair for the old man to sit on, and then moved the lamp closer.
The shadows of the lights cast a shadow on the old man's profile.
Uncle Xie unsealed the sealing wax with trembling hands, and the rustling sound of the paper mixed with the low chirping of night insects.
Zhou Yi and Taoist Ya drank several cups of tea, and Mr. Xie read the letter several times.
The deeper the crease on the letter paper.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes.
The mountain wind blew through the hall. He suddenly stood up, removed the wind shield, and put the letter on the fire. The letter caught fire as soon as it touched the fire.
Zhou Yi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he saw Taoist Crow lowering his eyes and twirling his beard. In the end, he remained silent and did not try to dissuade him.
This priceless book turned into smoke in an instant.
Only ashes remained, no longer worth a fortune.
Old Man Xie grasped the ashes with his calloused hands, and the ashes turned into powder. When the mountain breeze blew, the powder dispersed in his palm and turned into what Taoist Crow described as "emptiness" in the "Pure and Wonderful Sutra".
"Excellent!" Taoist Crow clapped his hands. "Old Xie, you're already over seventy, why add to the burden?"
"Besides, this is the path your son chose for himself. He sought kindness and received it. Although his life was short, his spirit was long. He has no regrets, and if you do, you will only become his own regret."
Mr. Xie nodded and said, "Thank you very much."
"Without the guidance of the Taoist priest in the past two years, I would have found it difficult to get over it."
Taoist Crow laughed: "You gave me The Thirteen Lines of the Goddess of Luo River, so what's the big deal if I do this for you?"
Mr. Xie didn't respond and turned to look at Zhou Yi:
"Young Taoist priest, did I burn this letter correctly?"
"Yes," Zhou Yi watched the ashes fly away. "By burning this, your son will know that you have read this letter, and he can put his worries aside."
Mr. Xie asked, "What's your name, Chief?"
"You can call me Yi Dao Ren."
The old man put the wind shield over the candle, and the flame calmed down.
He looked at the faint black smoke rising from the candle flame and said quietly, "Have you ever heard of the Xie family of Chenjun?"
Taoist Crow standing by was just watching the show.
Zhou Yi's expression was slightly stern: "Wang Xie of the old times."
"Well, Wang Xie of the old days was right. Looking back at the borderland now, it is exactly the old days."
Xie Jiyou said: "My ancestors were retainers of the Xie family and followed Grand Tutor Xie."
Taifu Xie is naturally the romantic prime minister Xie An of Jiangzuo.
The old man continued:
"Later, he joined General Xie Xuan in the campaign against the Former Qin. After Xie Xuan's death, my ancestor and Song Beifeng, the leader of the Xie family's generals, followed Liu Yu and fought against Sun En to save Xie Daoyuan."
The more Zhou Yi listened, the more shocked he became.
Song Beifeng is the ancestor of Tiandao Song Que, who is also the ancestor of the current Lingnan Song clan.
Xie Jiyou continued:
"My ancestor followed Xie Xuan in his early years. This commander of the Northern Army was once the foremost swordsman in the South. Naturally, my ancestor also learned swordsmanship."
"But according to the letters he left behind, ever since his battle with the Heavenly Master Sun En and his experience of the Heavenly Master's martial arts, he said his heart for martial arts was shattered."
"From then on, I left the aristocratic families and came to this peaceful place of Nanyang, until my generation."
"My son, knowing the stories of his ancestors, has long been obsessed with the Battle of Feishui. He has long admired the military formations, and finally arrived."
The lingering sound turns into the whimpering mountain wind.
Taoist Crow looked calm, obviously he had heard of it before.
As for Zhou Yi, this special listener, his heart was really in turmoil.
Xie Xuan, Sun En, and Legends of the Frontier.
I am also a celestial master.
A wonderful feeling came over me.
Taoist Wu Ya suddenly broke the silence: "Thank you, old man. Tomorrow I will bid farewell to Wolonggang and go to find my master's ancestral land to pursue a breakthrough in martial arts. I am afraid I will never come back here."
Mr. Xie swayed slightly: "You"
His reaction when he saw his son's letter didn't seem to be so big.
"quack!"
Taoist Wu Ya laughed strangely: "It seems that you are reluctant to part with me, old man. Tomorrow we will have a farewell party. Quickly take out the fine wine you have hidden for a long time."
He gestured towards Zhou Yi again:
"You don't have to worry. This Daoist friend Yi will be the abbot of Wuzhuang Monastery in the future. You'll always have someone to talk to on Wolong Mountain."
Zhou Yi's mind turned several times.
It turns out that this old Taoist priest Wu Crow did not simply entrust the Wuzhuang Temple to him.
However, thinking of having such a safe place,
These little thoughts are understandable.
"Alas, Master Ya, you are too anxious!"
"I just do things in a straightforward manner."
"Forget it," said Mr. Xie helplessly, "Let's keep the bream in the tank for now and prepare the wine and food tomorrow."
He turned to look at Zhou Yi with a sincere expression:
"Master Yi, thank you for traveling such a long distance to deliver my son's letter. Now I have nothing to worry about anymore, and I can live a peaceful life in the rest of my life."
"There are still some ancestral relics at home, so I'll give them back as a token of my gratitude."
Zhou Yi waved his hand: "No need."
"I came here as promised, not because I want the old man's reward."
When he said this, Taoist Crow beside him immediately interrupted:
"Go ahead. What's the point of keeping those things, Old Man Xie? It's even more useless to take them into the ground."
"I kept it a secret and said I wanted to congratulate you. If you don't go along with it, it will seem like I was wrong to congratulate you."
Zhou Yi was ashamed. The old crow spoke too directly.
But Mr. Xie has long been accustomed to it:
"Master Yi, please follow me."
After saying this, he carried a hoe and led the way.
Taoist Crow pushed the hesitant Zhou Yi, who looked back at him and followed the old man.
At this time, Taoist Crow stood at the door, leaning against the mottled doorpost.
I stared at Mr. Xie's back and breathed a sigh of relief.
There is peace of mind in the eyes
…
(End of this chapter)
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