Chapter 364

"Doodle doodle......."

In the bustling city, people come and go on the streets, traffic is busy, pedestrians are in a hurry, and they are busy with their day's life.

Between the busy streets, in a small corner, there is a simple bookstore.

In the retro architectural style, there is a plaque at the door with two simple big characters written on it.

Have to give up!

If you have to give up, you will know that you are satisfied. Don't ask how much the marriage price is. You're covered with copper and one or two silver.

At the pear blossom wooden gate, there is a small wooden sign "refuse to receive guests".

"Squeak."

Just then, a young man slowly opened the wooden door and went in.

As soon as I got started, the lights in the dark wooden house were bright, and the surrounding walls were like luminous bodies like night pearls. The young man was still surprised even if he had seen them countless times.

"Uncle Chen, I'm coming."

He shouted into the cabin. Seeing that there was no response, the young man stopped talking.

At this time, Uncle Chen should be resting.

Skillfully picked up the floating dust on one side, turned over the wooden sign at the door, then found a sunny place, picked up the books that I hadn't finished reading yesterday and continued to read them.

As time goes by, people in the bustling and prosperous city have long been confused by the colorful life. How many people come to this bookstore to see.

One morning, only twos and threes of people came in.

But the books in the wooden house were all obscure. I didn't hear the name, so I hurried away.

Therefore, one morning, the young people spent in reading.

"Pa."

After reading the books in his hand, the young man closed the books. His eyes were full of meaning, and he was shocked by the things recorded in the books.

"I don't know where Uncle Chen got these books."

The young man got up slowly, put the books back in the distance, looked at the rows of old withered and yellow books, and couldn't help wondering.

It has been three years since he came to this bookstore. Usually, he looks at the shop and does chores in the wooden house.

But I spent more time looking at the vast books in the wooden house.

The books in the wooden house are different from what the young people usually see.

With the exception of some biographies, all the other records are raw and difficult to understand.

Like Confucianism but not Confucianism, like Taoism but not Taoism.

"Tap tap tap............"

The young man looked up and saw a man in his forties coming slowly.

The man has long white hair, ordinary appearance and lazy eyes.

"Little leaf, here you are."

The middle-aged man turned his eyes, then went aside, picked up the egg filling cake already prepared, and bit it.

"Uncle Chen, pay attention to your body."

Frowning, the young man went to the kitchen behind the wooden house, skillfully took out vegetables from the refrigerator and started cooking.

Skilled technique and cooking skills, but in a short time, the youth brought out three dishes and one soup.

"Uncle Chen, it's time to have a good meal."

The middle-aged man grabbed the egg and cake from his mouth and threw it away. It was all from the day before.

"Hey, hey, sure enough, it's still small leaves."

The middle-aged man smiled, picked up the rice handed by the other party and ate it.

But after a long time, the wind and clouds on the dinner table were wiped out.

The young man cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and smiled at the man who had rested on the recliner at the door.

He has been used to it for three years.

Since passing by the bookstore three years ago, the young man has known the man in front of him.

He only knew that the other party was the owner of the wooden house. He was usually called Uncle Chen. The rest of the young people really didn't understand.

Walking to the bookshelf that he had just finished reading in the morning, the young man looked at the name of the book and slowly picked up one on the side.

Walking to the wooden table on the other side of the door, the young man slowly opened the books in his hand.

Immortal rebellious Sutra!

Shun is all, inverse is fairy!

On the first page, just looking at these words, the young man noticed a suffocating majestic air coming to his face.

In just six words, there seems to be a magnificent world.

All sentient beings crawl, and the only one goes upstream. Corpse mountain blood sea, is also stepping on the sky!

The young man paused for a long time before slowly regaining his consciousness.

There was a deep shock in my eyes, shocked by the illusion I saw just now.

With heavy breathing, the youth slowly opened the second page.

The rain, born in the sky, falls to the ground, and the process in the middle is life.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Looking at the words on the books, the young man seemed to hear the sound of rain, and the scene in front of him was gradually distorted.

My mind was shocked and a flower in front of me. When I returned to my mind again, I was already in the boundless heavy rain.

The world thunders and lightning flashes, and the majestic rain falls. The raindrops between the world do not reveal a penny.

In the temple below, the three sat around the fire and talked slowly.

One of them pointed to the vast world, "the rain was born in the sky and fell to the ground. The process in the middle is a lifetime."

The other man was silent for a moment and looked at the other man.

"I don't ask where the rain was born, nor where it fell."

The silver haired young man sitting alone on the other side pointed out that the rain stopped.

"I only ask whether the rain is a cause and whether the rain is a fruit."

The roar of the avenue rang out, the world shook, and the youth's mind was suddenly shocked by a loud noise.

"Boom."

Thunder exploded in his mind, and the young man felt as if he were facing the vast sea.

"Wake up!"

At this time, a loud drink suddenly sounded, and the confused spirit of the young man was scared back to his body.

Lying on the wooden table, the sleeping young man hit a clever, jumped up directly, and looked frightened.

"Little leaf, what's the matter?"

Looking at him, he saw Uncle Chen in front of him. He was relieved to see that what he had just seen was just a dream.

"It's all right, Uncle Chen. I guess I'm too tired recently."

Shaking his head, the young man closed the books on the table, but he was not ready to read any more.

"Well, have more rest."

The middle-aged man nodded and comforted.

The young man nodded silently and looked at the sky. He was surprised that the sky had darkened.

"Uncle Chen, it's so late that I have to go."

The young man said to the middle-aged man and was about to go out, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

"By the way, Uncle Chen, I've made an appointment with my friends to Taishan these two days. I guess I don't have time to come back. Remember to eat on time."

Reminded the man that the young man was ready to leave, but he was held.

"Little leaf, take this book back and read it. It's just that you won't come these two days."

Looking at the immortal in his hand, the young man hesitated and finally took it down.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

With a word of thanks, the young man left slowly.

The middle-aged man looked at the scene silently behind him, and his face gradually changed.

The breeze floats, the silver hair floats, and the figure is undoubtedly Chen Xiaoming.

"Is it going to start at last!"