"Do you remember stepping on the eight trigrams


    "Well, remember "Yes


    "Then you recite it."


    "Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo Gen mountain Well, the eight trigrams protect me, and the eight trigrams protect heaven. "


    The little Taoist boy, upright and upright, sits on the Pu mat, with his watery eyes wide open. He looks at the old Taoist priest sitting in front of him for a moment. His fleshy hands are carried behind his back, stirring ceaselessly. The small tug on the top of his head is shaking with uneasy movements, which makes him feel miserable.


    The old Taoist frowned slightly and raised his eyes slightly. He cast a glance at him.


    "I don''t seem to understand. What is behind the gen mountain? "


    The old Taoist priest''s voice was a little bit stern.


    The little boy was so nervous that he didn''t notice that there was a little smile in the eyes of the old Taoist.


    He pursed his mouth and raised his hand nervously to grab the back of his head.


    "Gen mountain Gen mountain... "


    A blank brain, completely can not think of what is behind, nervous about to cry out.


    Suddenly


    "Mount Geng closed the ghost road and drove the Dragon away from the palace..."


    A soft voice sounded in the ear, unable to distinguish men and women.


    The child was slightly stunned and suddenly responded. This is the secret of the eight trigrams Gang method. He didn''t care about other things for a moment, so he quickly followed the other party''s reminder to recite it.


    "The mountain of Geng has sealed the ghost Road, left the palace to drive the GUI long, the Kan River surged the waves, the earth and the earth left people walking, the earthquake palace thundered, the Xun wind blew the landslide, walking in the middle palace, the eight trigrams protect my body, the eight trigrams protect the heaven."


    The children''s voice is crisp, and the more they arrive, the more firm they become.


    The old Taoist priest opened his eyes slightly surprised, and his proud eyes toward the children were trembling with his long beard.


    "Master, am I right?"


    The sound falls, the child smiles to look at the old Taoist priest, bright as the general eye of the stars is shining with proud light.


    The breeze is blowing over the hall, which seems to bring some water vapor.


    The old Taoist priest seemed to feel something. He stood up slowly and pulled up the little boy in front of him by the way.


    "Zhusheng, master, take you to a place."


    Zhusheng man was short and weak. When he was lifted up, he staggered two steps forward unsteadily. The old Taoist priest made a little effort to stabilize his body.


    The old and the young slowly walked out of the hall.


    "Master, where are we going?"


    The old Taoist priest smiles, the wrinkles on his face wrinkled into a ball, his long eyes narrowed and his voice lengthened.


    "Go to a place where we always want to go to xiaozhusheng."


    When Zhusheng heard this, his big eyes suddenly lit up, and his small short legs went fast and could not wait.


    The form changed, and he led the old Taoist forward.


    The master and the apprentice walked quickly, and soon came to the back hall. As soon as they turned around a tall banyan tree, they could see a closed wooden door with a big copper lock.


    This is the place where Zhusheng has never been and where he wants to go.


    For some reason, he always felt that there was a treasure in the back, which attracted him from the day he was fostered in the Taoist temple.


    Master took him to every corner of the Taoist temple, but he was not allowed to enter here. If you ask why, you just say it''s not the right time.


    Zhusheng stood in front of the door, stood on tiptoe, and tried hard to reach the brass lock. He said with a soft voice, "master, is this the time now?"


    The old Taoist took out the key from his waist and handed it to xiaozhusheng.


    "When you can open the lock, it''s time."


    Xiao Zhusheng tilted his head and blinked his big eyes. He looked at the key in the old Taoist''s hand.


    He pauses for a moment and reaches out his little hand.


    "Master, this key is bigger than my hand."


    The old Taoist nodded with a smile, pulled a red rope from his arms, tied it to the key, and bent down to hang it on the neck of Zhusheng.


    "Ouch -" Chusheng bent his neck with a smile and exclaimed, "master, this key is too heavy, and it has bent the neck of Zhusheng."


    The old Taoist looked at him with a smile and didn''t reach out to help.


    "Zhusheng, master gave you the key. In the future, the things in this hall are your responsibility. "


    Responsibility?


    Xiao Zhusheng pouted his lips, and his bright eyes were full of doubts: "master, what is the responsibility?"


    The Taoist priest bent down and raised his hand to point his shoulders on both sides.


    "When you grow up, you''ll understand."


    Xiao Zhusheng frowned, his eyes puzzled deeper, but he didn''t ask any more questions. He just murmured, turned to the door, grasped the key with both hands, and tiptoed his toes to the highest point. He stretched his hand as far as possible, trying to insert the key into the keyhole.


    But every time, it''s a little bit short.


    After a while, he was sweating profusely and felt very tired. His arm was sore, which was even more sour than after carrying two buckets of water in the morning.He put down his hand, turned his head, tooted his mouth, and looked at the old Taoist priest angrily.


    "Master, you did it on purpose!"


    The expression on the Taoist priest''s face did not change. He just raised his hand and gently touched his head. He said meaningfully, "Zhusheng, it seems that the time has not come!"


    Little children don''t know the timing at all.


    When he got the key, he really couldn''t open the door. He felt that the master was joking with himself.


    With his present brain, he could not understand the specious words of the old Taoist.


    He puffed his small face angrily and looked at the old Taoist''s back as he left. He snorted angrily and kicked his foot on the door.


    "Dong --"


    "Yi --"


    a short exclamation sound, like hallucination, shallow and light with the wind.


    Xiaozhusheng was just shocked, and didn''t pay attention to it at all.


    He tried a few more times, but he didn''t open the door, so he turned and left.


    ……


    Time is like a white horse, spring goes and autumn comes. Fifteen years passed in a flash.


    The old Taoist looked at the young man in front of him and sighed.


    "Zhusheng, you have grown up. It''s time to leave."


    The young man tightly pursed his lips, and his eyes were full of obstinacy. He was staring at the old Taoist priest, but he did not open his mouth.


    The old Taoist''s eyes were more worried.


    "Zhusheng, master is old, and can''t accompany you any more. Go home."


    Zhusheng eyes flashing, with a little water light, heavy shaking his head.


    "Master, I will not go. I want to be with you. You brought me up, and I''m going to feed you to the end! "


    The old Taoist reached for his head.


    But the young man had already grown tall, and the old Taoist priest''s hand reached half way. He found that he couldn''t touch it. He stopped for a moment and felt a little sad and wanted to take back his hand.


    Don''t want to, but the young man bent down, put his head under the palm of his hand, gently rubbed.


    "Master, don''t drive me away. You''re the only one left


    The old Taoist gently rubbed his head and sighed.


    "Zhusheng, they are also your family. Without them, you would not have come to master. Don''t be resentful or resentful. Remember what the master taught you. Go down the mountain and go home. "


    Zhusheng did not speak, just kept shaking his head.


    Behind them, a middle-aged man looked at them with emotion. Several times he wanted to speak, but he couldn''t find a chance to interrupt.


    The old Taoist glanced at him with cold eyes and a smile of disdain.


    If you know what you are today, why do you have to do it in the first place?


    At the beginning, they sent the bamboo Sheng to their own place because of a so-called "order to overcome difficulties" by the imperial warden, but now they have no suitable successor due to the family struggle. This reminds them of the bamboo Sheng that they abandoned in the south.


    The old Taoist priest knew the life of Zhusheng.


    Jinlin is not a thing in the pool.


    Zhusheng has a broader future and will have greater achievements.


    He can''t get in his way. No matter how much he doesn''t give up in his heart, he must let go.


    "Little city Lord..."


    Finally, the middle-aged man couldn''t bear it and called out.


    "Lord, I''m waiting for you to go home. He doesn''t have much time. He just wants to see you before he dies. It''s up to you to decide whether you will take over the throne. I only ask you to go back with me to fulfill the last wish of the Lord of the city before he died. "


    When Zhusheng heard the speech, he just sneered.


    The middle-aged man''s heart shrinks and he doesn''t know what to say.


    The old Taoist gently touched the head of Zhusheng: "Zhusheng, go home. When you grow up, it''s time to go home. "


    Zhusheng shakes his head.


    "Master, I haven''t opened the lock of the back hall. I haven''t grown up yet. I don''t know what responsibility is. I won''t go down the mountain until the time is right."


    In addition to the old Taoist, the small courtyard locked in the back hall is also tied to the heart of Zhusheng.


    He didn''t know what was locked in it, but he was very happy.


    When he can''t keep up with his lessons, when he dreams back in the middle of the night, there will always be a soft voice floating in his ears to help him and accompany him.


    Only here can he feel a sense of belonging.


    As for the ghost city owner, who is it?


    He didn''t know, he didn''t care.


    Knowing what he was thinking, the old Taoist priest chuckled and said, "it''s better for Zhusheng to open the door now. He''s waiting for you and take him down the mountain."


    Zhusheng was stunned and suddenly raised his eyes: "master, you are..."


    The Taoist priest raised his hand to stop his words, nodded gently, and motioned him to have a look with his eyes.


    Zhusheng was stunned for a second and suddenly turned and ran away.


    The middle-aged man was shocked: "little city Lord, little city Lord..."


    He just wanted to chase him, but he was stopped by the old Taoist priest.


    "Wait here, and he will be back soon. At that time, I will go back with you. It''s just that after he goes down the mountain, I hope you won''t regret it. "The middle-aged man looked at the back of the old Taoist who was shaking and turning away. He couldn''t help but hiss in a low voice and thought, "when the country boy went down the mountain, he saw the prosperity and wealth at the foot of the mountain. How could he think of the things on the broken mountain? When the time comes, the city Lord will use the secret medicine to control him. There will be no time for him to be proud. What a bunch of ungrateful things. We should have just thrown the kid into the mountains to live and die. How could there be such things now? "


    At this time, no one knows what will happen in the future.


    The old Taoist did not know what they intended to do with the bamboo Sheng.


    They don''t know what will happen when they take the bamboo Sheng back.


    The unknown is like a fog, covering all people''s heads, blurring the line of sight.


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