Chapter 430 Breaking the Statue of the Statue, Life that cannot be dominated
at the same time.
A certain time and space, a certain world.
Under the towering mountains, there are two figures, two shadows, and two young figures, walking on the muddy path of the mountains.
Walking in front is a teenager Lang, about twelve or three years old, with a clear eyebrow, a book of a book, carrying the sack, and there are some wooden crickets, bamboo slips, and so on.
A few steps behind were an old man, wearing a simple cloth coat, holding crutches, gray hair, slightly shy, walking while walking, "Little guy, walk slower, I can't keep up with the old man."
After hearing the words, the boy Lang stopped, stood in place and waited.
After the old man approached, one ass made a bluestone next to the boy Lang, and he pant with a large breath: "Best for a while, rest for a while."
Seeing this, the young man Lang put the pocket, took out the bamboo slips in the cricket, and started to read and read.
"Little guy, everyone knows the world, with fairy respect, and the focus of the Tao, reading these books is useless."
The old man glanced at the young man and said with a smile.
"Old man, don't understand."
"People like me, the biggest dream is to go to Beijing to rush to take the exam, take the fame, honor my parents, and live my life, it is enough."
"The gods on that day, let them go, don't have much to do with me."
Boy Lang said while looking at the book.
"I don't understand?" The old man also stunned when he heard the young man's old man's breath, and then continued to ask: "You really don't envy the gods in the sky?"
"That is Tamilong Wanli, the fairy clouds are mighty, free."
When the words were falling, the boy Lang shook his head: "Don't envy."
"Then why do you want to worship the God's view with me today?" The old man looked at the young man, trying to break through the true thoughts in his heart.
Hearing the words, the young Lang still did not put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and answered seriously: "My mother let me come."
"What you know, I don't want my mother to be sad."
"He wants me to be a fairy and learn art with you."
Speaking of which, the young man Lang put down the bamboo slips in his hand and looked at the old man with a weird face: "Old man, do you really have a Tao?"
"I see you climbing a mountain, you are panting."
Faced with the doubt of the young man's face, the old man laughed with his legs: "Hahahaha."
"Actually you are still interested in Xiu Xian."
As soon as this words came out, the young man's cheeks were red, and then asked very seriously: "Old man, I want to ask you, can you freely dominate his future destiny after becoming a great immortal?"
Because in the eyes of the youth Lang, his requirements are not high. He just wants to live his own life. He entered Beijing to rush the test, and he is also to choose a life that he can dominate, and he is not intervened by others.
Hearing that the old man was stunned, a light flashed in the turbid eyes. Regarding this problem, he was silent for a long time.
Finally, I answered with a smile: "This question, wait for us to reach the summit, and after worshiping the God's view, I will answer you again."
"Okay, let's go."
"Did you rest?"
The young man stood up and said to the panting old man.
"Don't worry, don't worry, sit for a while."
When the words were falling, the young Lang glanced at him angrily. Although the old man has been here for several years, he has been harmonious with his uncle and uncle, but people are good, but he really can't figure it out. Fairy?
Who is panting in the mountains?
The old man sat on the bluestone and looked up at the top of the mountain, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, the two continued to climb along the mountain road.
This mountain is called "Black and White Mountain".
Because every winter, when it is snowing, the mountain is snowy, but no snow is seen under the mountainside, forming a black and white picture, so it is called "black and white mountain".
However, the most important thing is not because of this, but because of the "God of God" on the top of the mountain.
It is said that in the "God's View", we worshiped the statues of gods.
However, ordinary mortals cannot reach the summit. Only the "immortal" leads to the top.
This is why, the young man wondered if the old man really had a Tao and could really take him to the top.
It was dark until it was dark, and the two finally reached the top.
The top of the mountain is a flat ground. Without trees, it is a bare piece. You can only see the gravel on the ground, and the lonely Taoist outlook.
This Taoist outlook looks very shabby. Is it really the legendary "God of God"?
The boy Lang showed a doubtful expression.
Also, don't you say that the black and white Shenshan must have a fairy to bring the way to the top?
However, the two of them, obviously came up, or he was at the forefront!
The old man has not played a role in leading the way!
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Suddenly, the young Lang felt that the face was cold, and he touched it with his hands and found a snowflake.
Is it snowing?
However, it is summer, why snow is snowing?
The old man looked up at the snowflakes down, his eyes were like a torch, as if he had spy on the endless void. He saw a certain picture, a certain scene, and his ancient mind was not shocked. At this moment, there was a ripple.
"Master, now June, why did it snow?" The young man looked at the old man who was looking up at the sky, puzzled.
After hearing that the old man was silent for a few seconds, he slowly replied: "June Flying Snow, someone is changing his life"
When the words were falling, the boy Lang was stunned, and he heard the fog in the clouds.
"Come with me."
Speaking, the old man walked towards the dilapidated Taoist view ahead, and the young man followed behind.
The door of the Taoist view is dusty, and it is covered with dust. It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.
The old man stretched out his dry hand and slowly pushed the wooden door.
Cangpin-
With a sound, a breeze blew the snow and blown a snowflake into the Taoist view.
After entering the Taoist view, the old man took out three white candles from the cuffs.
Touching the core gently, the candle was ignited for a moment, illuminating the dim Taoist temple.
At this time, the young man who followed the old man also looked at the sculpture in front of him with a weak candlelight.
This sculpture is a portrait sitting with a simple robe on his body.
The idol closed his eyes tightly, sacred and solemn.
The idol sitting down is a tree made of trees. If you look closely, you will find that this Pattai is half white jade and half black stones.
The moment the young man's eyes fell on the idol, he shook his heart and wanted to worship without control.
Immediately, he put down the bag on his back and piously bowed to the idol.
At this time, the young man looked at the old man and wondered: "Old man, don't you worship?"
As soon as this remark came out, the old man didn't speak, and stared at the idol.
(End of this chapter)