Drunken Immortal Gourd

Looking at the embarrassed young man, the old Taoist squinted his eyes and smiled, and said: “I think you have dice hidden in your body. You should be a good gambler. I happen to have this hobby, so I will suffer. Let’s both. A gamble, I take this jade finger, you take the ten taels I owe you. If you lose, you can take the jade finger away. Isn’t this condition reasonable?”

Ten taels of silver and fifty taels worth of jade finger gambling, no matter how you look at it, you have taken a big advantage, the young man is also a good gambler, he still has a certain degree of confidence in his gambling skills, or he will not Carry gambling equipment and dice with you. The old Taoist priest on the opposite side is seventy and eighty, and he can’t walk steadily. It is estimated that he can’t hold the dice. What kind of gambling can he do?

This is to give yourself money. This advantage is not taken for nothing. A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the young man.

The veteran Taoist looked at the young man with a smile, and said, “Never go back.”

Seeing that the two were about to gamble outside the monastery, the tall monk was not calm, and said quickly, “Senior, this is a monastery, how can you gamble here? The Buddha will condemn it.”

Regarding the monk’s advice, the old Taoist priest didn’t care, and said, “What sin should be committed? The Buddha wants to save all living beings. There are so many people in the world. The Buddha and his elderly are too busy every day. How can we have time to take care of our little things?”

The tall monk seemed clumsy at words, and was speechless by the old Taoist priest. He could only step aside and continue to recite Amitabha, asking the Buddha for forgiveness.

After dismissing the tall monk, the young man took out his gambling equipment and gambling with the old Taoist priest on the steps outside the side door. The two of them confided that it was a clean temple. For a while, they listened quietly and listened to the dice running in the gambling game, and for a while they were red because of a little disagreement. They knew that this was the backyard of the temple. Those who didn’t know thought that there was a casino here.

Perhaps the old Taoist was really superb in his gambling skills. Within a few moments, the young man lost everything. Not only did he lose more than a dozen taels on his body, he also owed the old Taoist a few taels of silver, and finally went down the mountain dejectedly. , I completely forgot that I came to Xingshi to inquire.

Seeing this familiar scene before him, Qing Yang couldn’t help feeling sighed in his heart. Ten years have passed, and Master’s methods of deception and abduction have not been abandoned at all.

Master, Master is really still there. I haven’t seen him for ten years. Old Songhe is more elderly than before, with longevity eyebrows, sparse gray hair, a lot of age spots on his face, and a lot of old spine. I came back a few years late, and maybe there is no chance to see it again.

Holding back the turmoil in his heart, Qing Yang stepped forward and said: “You have a share, old liar, I saw your tricks just now. I can’t seal my mouth without a few silver dollars.”

The old Taoist priest was about to go back when he heard Qing Yang’s voice and suddenly turned his head. In a trance, he seemed to see his disciple walking towards him, and he was taken aback. But then I thought, how could my disciple suddenly appear here for ten years without a word?

Old Songhe couldn’t help but shook his head. The older he is, the easier he misses the past. He is always in a trance. Is this a sign that Yan Wangye is about to accept himself?

Songhe Lao Dao sighed in his heart, but did not show weakness in his mouth, and cursed: “Where does the stinky boy dare to ruin the good things of Dao Dao?”

Qing Yang stepped forward and said, “Old liar, you haven’t seen me for ten years, don’t you know me?”

Qing Yang’s words made Song He’s old Taoist stunned, and he hesitated: “Are you a small miscellaneous hair?”

Seeing that Master finally recognized himself, Qing Yang suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion stuck in his heart, his eyes were foggy, there were a thousand words to talk to, but he couldn’t say a word.

Originally, Qing Yang wanted to pretend to be calmer, not wanting to cry, so that he would make Master sad, so just now he deliberately talked stubbornly, but when he came to Master, he couldn’t stand it anymore when he heard this familiar name. After that, his legs softened and knelt down in front of Old Songhe Road.

Ever since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, Qing Yang has become accustomed to seeing life and death, he has seen through the world, and his mind is much firmer than before. He once thought that he would never cry easily again, but he still couldn’t bear to see Master today. Live, two lines of tears could not stop streaming down. Perhaps only when facing the master, will all the baggage and all the disguise be removed.

“Master, it’s me, Qingyang disciple is back to see you.” Qing Yang said.

Looking at the faint face in front of him and listening to the familiar voice, Old Songhe did not hesitate anymore. The young man in front of him is his Qingyang disciple who has been pursuing immortality for ten years. He really came back today. NS.

Old Songhe groped Qingyang’s face with trembling hands~www.wuxiax.com~ and tremblingly said: “It’s really my Qingyang apprentice. I haven’t seen you in ten years. You have also grown from a young man to a young man. Master almost didn’t recognize it. I thought it was a dream when I came out of you, but I didn’t expect you to really come back.”

Qing Yang wept and said: “Yes, Master, I can’t forget Master. Since leaving Master, I missed him day and night, and now I finally found an opportunity to come back to see you.”

Hearing what Qing Yang said, Songhe Old Dao’s face suddenly became cold, and he pushed Qing Yang lightly, and said, “How did I explain to you? Since I have embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, I should go forward and forget all the old things and customs. Although I have never cultivated immortality, I know that pursuing immortality is a very difficult thing. You must abandon all selfish thoughts. If you are so obsessed with old feelings, how can you go far on the road of immortality?”

The stricter Songhe Old Dao said, the more Qing Yang understood the perseverance and expectation contained therein, and said with weeping: “Tui’er has not forgotten Master’s teachings, let alone master’s kindness. If you have cultivated immortality to the end, if you have a kindness Don’t remember, what is the difference between that and a beast?”

Songhe knows that everyone has already returned, and it is useless to say this. He sighed and said: “Since you are back, then stay with me for a few days. When the time comes, you should leave. I am here. Live here and sleep well, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Old Songhe helped Qingyang stand up and watched up and down several times. It seemed that he couldn’t see enough. Time flies so fast. It’s ten years in a blink of an eye. I remember that when Qingyang disciple left him, he was just too tall. He was almost like himself, now he was more than half a head taller than himself, and he had grown from a young boy to a mature young man.

Seeing that the two looked at each other endlessly, forgetting that there was someone standing next to him, the tall monk couldn’t help but said, “Brother Qingyang, do you remember me?”