Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 123
Yuzhou.

This place, which has experienced floods, droughts, and even been hit by a star falling from the night, is not a good place.

What's more, there are members of the White Lotus Sect, who continue to gather people, attack cities and land, hold high the flag, and want to take the opportunity to make a career.

Everyone understands the importance of the autumn harvest, especially in this area where there are many plains, most of which are plains, and there are no steep places, but the grain output is also the highest in Dayue.

Rebelling here is no different from lighting a fire in a granary.

Of course, the temple will not really ignore this place, the Allied Forces of the Four Nations can take it easy first, the White Lotus Sect wants to destroy Da Yue right now!
Naturally send troops to suppress first!

Wars occurred from time to time, and the people who could barely make ends meet with the food in the fields had to face choices.

Either be conscripted, or join the White Lotus Sect.

In such a year, it is impossible to farm safely and steadily.

Qing Pingzi walks among the villages holding a tool that looks like a compass.

The village was quiet, and there was no one in sight for a long time.

Beside him was a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with a palm-sized tortoise on his head, the shell of which was thick black with spots of white spots.

"Master, where are we going?"

With thatch in his mouth, the young man muttered, "I've been to this village before, and there were still many people there before. It's a pity."

What a pity, he didn't say anything more.

Qing Pingzi ignored him, but calmly stared at the utensils in his hands, looking at something non-stop.

Zou Dan didn't say any more, holding the small stones on the ground on his toes boredly, followed Qing Pingzi's footsteps, and walked forward non-stop.

At a certain moment, Zou Dan suddenly heard singing.

singing?

Curiosity appeared in his eyes, the village has become like this, how can anyone still have the mood to sing?

Seeing that Qing Pingzi was not paying attention, he secretly took the opportunity to walk towards the place where the singing came from.

Soon he saw it.

In front of a thatched hut, there was a boy who looked no more than eight or nine years old, holding a broken pot, beating it, using it as a musical instrument, and singing loudly.

Zou Dan leaned over and stared at the boy again and again.

He is a very thin guy, with a yellow and thin appearance, and even his singing voice is weak.

But there was a distinct smile on his face, and he was happy for some reason.

Under his feet, there was a rolled up straw mat.

If Zou Dan is not mistaken, there should be a dead body inside!
Even if he was as bold as him, he couldn't help but get a little hairy. He stared blankly at the boy and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young man was not surprised when he saw him, but instead asked, "What the hell? Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Avoiding his question, Zou Dan pointed to the straw mat wrapped under his feet, "Who is this?"

"My mother."

The boy said calmly.

"died?"

Zou Dan's eyes widened, "When?"

"This morning," said the boy.

"Your mother gave birth to you and raised you. Now that she has passed away unfortunately, you are not sad, sad, or crying, but you still have to sing on a clay pot? Don't you think this is too much!"

Zou Dan was completely puzzled, even the tortoise on his head cast his gaze at the boy.

Normal people will be sad when their relatives and friends die, let alone after the death of their biological parents.

Anyone who doesn't cry loudly will be regarded as an unfilial son by the villagers.

He must not even dare to show a smile, sorrow must be perceived by others.

Could it be that his mother treated him very badly, that's why he sang so happily at this time?
After hearing this, the boy finally got up from the ground.

It's not that he doesn't have any sadness at all, the circles of his eyes are indeed red, with an indelible sadness, but he is clearly smiling, two completely different emotions appear on the same person's face, it seems inevitable Something weird.

"I also felt sad and sad at the beginning, and I couldn't stop crying. But then I thought about it, my mother had no life at first; not only did she have no life, but she also had no body; not only no body, but also no breath.

Between vagueness and vagueness, the most primitive thing undergoes changes to produce breath, changes to produce form, and changes to produce life.

Now it is transformed into death, that is, lifeless.This change, just like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, runs endlessly.Now she is peacefully resting between heaven and earth, but I still cry and cry, why is that?

Existence returns to nothing, life returns to death, this is the principle of heaven and earth.I will always go to accompany my mother, isn't that true?That being the case, why bother to cry and cry at this time? "

He walked to the side of the straw mat, put his palms gently on the straw mat, and said: "From now on, mother will not be afraid of cold and heat, no need to be tired, and can rest and sleep peacefully, without any burden."

Zou Dan listened in a daze to the young man telling him the truth that ordinary people couldn't understand.

In a trance, it seemed that Qing Pingzi was preaching in his ear.

This boy is not ordinary!

It's just his concept, which I don't like very much.

"Four seasons run, yin and yang reciprocate. Everything in the world is constantly changing, and it is because of changes that a colorful world is born. Everything in the world returns to one, and one stimulates all things. I live in it all my life, and I am affected every moment.

People are in the middle, just about to find out the changes of yin and yang, understand the mysteries of the five elements, and study the principles of heaven and earth.After life and death, when you return to heaven and earth, you lose all direction and return to chaos. How can you not be sad? "

Zou Dan's point of view is similar to that of the young man, but he is obviously more active and proactive, correcting the young man's speech with a slightly reprimanding tone.

It's just that the tortoise on his head retracted its head back into its shell at some point, as if it didn't want to hear these two people's long-winded speeches.

At some point, Qing Pingzi came here, stared at the young man, and asked with great interest, "What's your name?"

The boy looked up at him and said calmly, "Zhuang Sheng."

"Did you think what you just said?"

Qing Pingzi looked at him very satisfied, this is a good young man who cultivates Taoism!

"When you're too hungry to sleep, you have to think about something."

Zhuang Sheng nodded.

"Good, very good!"

Qing Pingzi put away the utensils in his hands, and invited: "Are you interested in learning the Tao by my side?"

"Dao? What's that?"

Zhuang Sheng looked confused.

"It's what you said, the principle of the movement between heaven and earth. Our people call it the Tao." Qing Pingzi said.

"Is Tao something that people can pursue?" Zhuang Sheng asked.

"Humans can't, but immortals can. When a person has mastered enough 'Tao', he is an immortal in the eyes of the world. As the so-called asking immortals to ask, on the way to ask, immortals will come, and they can get rid of the shackles of the world. Seek the supreme mystery."

Qing Pingzi said firmly.

Zou Dan secretly rolled his eyes.

Master started again
(End of this chapter)