Chapter 1295

Wang Baole murmured softly. Chen Yunluo and his wife couldn't hear his voice. Only the little boy looked at Wang Baole in surprise. He could hear it. Although he didn't understand it, he didn't know why. In the depths of his heart, at this moment, a heat current that was both strange and familiar emerged.

This heat flow is very hot, filled with his heart, body, soul, like this moment, this year between heaven and earth, this first snow, also becomes warm.

It seems that the Taoist priest in front of him makes him feel very safe and at ease.

It seems that the figure in front of him makes me miss him very much and want to be with him.

In this warmth, Chen Yunluo and his wife also felt Wang Baole's goodwill and identity, and were more infected by the warmth that pervaded all around. They were in a happy mood, thanked Wang Baole, and left with the little boy.

Before leaving, the little boy, who was held by his father, turned his head three times.

Finally, when looking back for the third time, the little boy couldn't help but speak loudly to the figure in the Taoist temple.

"Taoist priest, have we... Met?"

His sudden voice made Chen Yunluo and his wife very nervous, but the scolding eyes from his father and the nervous expression of his mother didn't make the little boy turn around. He still looked at the Taoist temple, as if waiting for an answer.

"Seen..." Wang Baole smiled, nodded heavily, and whispered softly in his heart.

"In your previous life."

"OK." The little boy was a little confused, but after all, he was a child, and soon recovered. In his parents' apology and Wang Baole's gentle smile, the family of three went farther and farther.

Faintly, Chen Yunluo's voice of teaching children came from the wind.

Looking from a distance, the sky was gray, and there were more and more snowflakes, which fell on the city, as if to put on a white gown for the city. In addition to being elegant, outside the Taoist temple, Chen Yun fell into a family of three, and his figure slowly blurred in the wind and snow.

In the Taoist temple, Wang Baole stood by the door, holding a broom in his hand, looked up and stared. His smile gradually increased until the snow covered the world in front of him. His body and soul seemed to have sublimated in the wind and snow.

This snow has fallen for a month. For some mortals in the world, a month of continuous snow may cause disasters, but for Xiangang continent, this is a very normal thing.

Although the snow still falls, it can not hinder children's enlightenment. Every morning, children from the Taoist temple will come within a limited time to listen to the Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

Chen Qing is also among them.

He likes the little friend around him and the Erya at the next table, but he prefers the Taoist priest who has always been gentle.

Wang Baole's sermon, which is not much different from other Taoist temples, is about the perception of practice. These principles are also difficult to describe in simple words that children can understand, but his body is full of Taoist rhymes all the time.

Under the influence of this rhyme, these children, even if they can't fully understand, are still ignorant and remain in the depths of their memory. In the future, as they grow, as they practice, their enlightenment and rhyme from the enlightenment will become the bright light of their practice.

And this light, in Chen Qing's heart, is particularly bright.

He wondered why other little friends didn't understand it very well, because to him, this gentle Taoist priest seemed to be able to fully understand every word he said.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and in this enlightenment, a year passed.

Chen Qing is six years old.

Compared with other children, from the beginning of this year, Chen Qing often raised his own questions in addition to feeling, and each question was answered by the gentle Taoist priest with encouragement in his eyes.

This makes Chen Qing full of expectations for practice. At the same time, he realizes that in the Tao rhyme, he gains more and more. Similarly... As his companion, this group of other children also benefit from it.

"Taoist priest, why is there Reiki between heaven and earth?"

"Because plants, animals, you and me, heaven and earth and even all things have spirits, so this universe... Also naturally has spirits, and this spirit is its breath."

"Taoist priest, what is Tao?"

"Tao is not important. If you go home, Chen Qing, there are many ways to go, and each way can be different. If the Tao is different, going home is the key, so Tao... In my understanding, it is the way you choose to go after you have a direction."

"Taoist priest, what if there is no way in the chosen direction?"

"Then make your own way home." Wangbaole took a deep look at Chen Qing and answered softly.

If Chen Qing thought about it, he had many more questions. One year later, after the passage of time, Chen Qing, who was already seven years old, became spiritual on his seventh birthday after all his questions were answered.

The ultimate goal of children's enlightenment is channeling, which is like grasping a breath of the universe and making it a part of themselves. Generally speaking, the vast majority of children will be enlightened and channeled by themselves in the Taoist temple at the age of seven or eight.

Sooner or later, it doesn't mean qualification.

And Chen Qing's channeling is also somewhat different. In the past two years of enlightenment, Wang Baole has already left Ming Dao in his heart. How to choose in the future depends on Chen Qing's own choice.

On the same day, wangbaole gave Chen Qing a birthday gift.

That is... The unreal ball of nine suns, and an unreal mark, such as the moon.

Floating beside Chen Qing, this day... Is also winter. Like when he first came, it also snowed for the first time.

In the wind and snow, Chen Qing looked at the nine suns and moon seals around him. Her eyes were confused and looked at Wang Baole.

"Choose one as the way of your life."

Chen Qing was silent, looked around, looked at Wang Baole again, and hesitated for a moment.

"Can I follow you?"

Wangbaole smiled, touched Chen Qing's head and whispered.

"But I'm going to do something soon, so you choose one first, and then wait until I come back."

Chen Qing nodded happily, and then swept around Jiuyang and the moon seal. With a grab, he grabbed the moon seal in his hand.

"Then I'll choose this first."

With his choice, a long smile came from the sky. Situ's figure, transformed in the sky, came step by step. In the clouds behind him, nine vast figures could be vaguely seen. They nodded to Wang Baole with a sigh. After Wang Baole's smiling salute, they left one after another.

Only situ took a big step and fell beside Wang Baole and Chen Qing, laughing.

"Baole, Chen Qing's vision has surpassed you too much. I have confiscated my disciples for too many years. I reluctantly accepted half of them in those years, and taught a Supreme Master carelessly." Situ laughed loudly, and Wang Baole laughed aside. Then he looked serious and bowed deeply to situ.

"Thank you, master."

"With me, don't worry, Chen Qing, let's go." With that, situ waved his big hand, rolled Chen Qing, and ran straight to the sky.

"Taoist priest..." Chen Qing's reluctant voice came from the sky. In his eyes, the Taoist temple was getting smaller, and the city was getting smaller. Only the gentle Taoist priest and the figure of waving always existed.

"Don't give up, little fellow. Your junior brother has something to deal with. He is expected to come back soon." Situ smiled and opened his mouth.

"My junior brother?" Chen Qing was stunned.

"Yes, I don't dare to be your first master. It can only be counted as half, because you are a disciple accepted by Wang Baole on behalf of his teacher. He is willing to let you be a senior brother, so, little guy, you have to practice hard."

"Er..." Chen Qing's eyes showed a daze again. When he wanted to speak again, his eyes looked at the city, which was slightly undetectable and farther and farther away.

In the Taoist temple, the wind and snow remained the same, and Wang Baole stood there, staring at the figure of his senior brother gradually disappearing. The snowflakes falling on the earth in the sky seemed to fall on Wang Baole's heart, forming circles of ripples, gradually dispersing, and filling his body and soul.

For a long time, Wang Baole's smile became more and more gentle. He turned around and walked away, step by step

In the previous life, you stood in front of me and sheltered me from the wind and rain at the beginning of my cultivation, so that the cold wind could not freeze my body and the rain could not reach my soul.

No matter how my life goes, your figure is always high, silently paying attention, reaching out in crisis, melting in nothingness, making me go smoothly and happily.

Because I'm your junior brother.

Because you are my senior brother.

Your tall figure is like a big tree in my eyes. More often, you don't even look like a senior brother, more like a master, and more like my real brother.

I can't forget the figure you first appeared, dressed in a green shirt, a bottle of wine, a wooden sword, long hair elegant, like a sword, like an immortal, out of the dust, extraordinary.

I can't forget your parting back. Your green shirt has become black, your gourd has become muddy wine, and your wooden sword has spots. Everything is bleak.

I look at you and melt into nothingness. I know that you are not only seeking your own way, but also... Verifying the broken road for your useless junior brother.

At this moment, staring at you, in my mind, I unconsciously recall the path of cultivation in that life, including your favor to me, your protection to me, your kindness to me, and your smile to me.

Chen Qing, Chen Qing.

"I will protect you in this life."

"In this life, I'll bring you into the Tao."

"In this life, I'm still your junior brother."