A World Worth Protecting

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, he didn’t know why. The deep part of his heart was here. For a moment, there was a flow of heat that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

This heat is very hot and hot, permeating his heart, body, and soul, like this moment, the first snow in the year when the world has fallen, has also become warm.

It seemed that the Taoist leader in front of him made himself feel safe and at ease.

It seems that this figure in front of me misses me very much and wants to be by his side very much.

In this warmth, Chen Yunluo and his wife also felt Wang Baole's kindness and identification, and were even more infected by the warmth that permeated the surroundings. They were happy and gratefully bowed to Wang Baole and took the child away.

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

Finally, when he turned his head for the third time, the boy couldn't help but said loudly to the figure in the Taoist temple.

"Dao Master, have we... met?"

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

"I have seen..." Wang Baole smiled, nodded heavily, and murmured in his heart.

"In your previous life."

"Okay." The child was a little confused, but he was a child after all, and soon recovered. Amid the apologize of his parents and the gentle smile of Wang Baole, the family of three moved further and further away.

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

From a distance, the sky was gray and snow came more and more. The city seemed to be wearing a white gown in the city. Besides being elegant, outside the Taoist temple, Chen Yunluo's family of three, 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, looking up, smiling more and more on his face, until the snowflakes covered the world in front of him, his body and soul seemed to be sublimated in the wind and snow.

This snow has fallen for a month. For the mortal dust of some worlds, a month of continuous snow may be a disaster, but for the Xiangang Continent, this is a normal thing.

Although the snow is still falling, it can't hinder children's enlightenment. Every morning, children of Taoist temple will come within a limited time, in Taoist temple, listen to the preaching of the Taoist priest.

Chen Qing is among them.

He likes the little friends around him, likes Erya at the table next door, but prefers the gentle Taoist master.

Wang Baole's sermons are not much different from other Taoist temples. They are all about the insights of practice. It is difficult to describe these principles in simple words that children can understand, but his body is always expressing Taoist rhyme.

Under the influence of this rhyme, even if these children cannot fully comprehend, they are still in ignorance. They remain deep in their memories. The future will grow with them, with their practice, from the time of enlightenment. Enlightenment and Taoist rhyme will become the beacon of their practice.

And this beacon is especially bright in Chen Qing's heart.

He wondered why the other little friends didn't understand very well, because to him, every word of this gentle Taoist master seemed to be fully understood by himself.

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, since this year, Chen Qing will often ask his own questions after he has realized, and every question, the gentle Daoist will answer him, and he will show encouragement in his eyes.

This made Chen Qing full of expectations for his practice, and at the same time he realized that Dao Yun had gained more and more. The same... as his companions, the other children in this group also benefited from this.

"Dao Master, why is there aura between heaven and earth?"

"Because plants, animals, you and me, the heavens and the earth, and all things have spirits, so this universe... also naturally has spirits, and this spirit is its breath."

"Daoist, what is Tao?"

"Tao is not important. For example, if you go home, Chen Qing, there are many ways to go, and each road can be different. Just as the way is different, going home is the key point. So Tao... After you have the direction, the way you choose, the way to go."

"Master, if there is no way to choose the direction?"

"Then make a way home by yourself." Wang Baole took a deep look at Chen Qing and replied softly.

Chen Qing is thoughtful, and there are still many questions he has. After this time has passed, and a year later, Chen Qing, who is seven years old, has answered all the questions in his heart, on the day of his seventh birthday. , Communicate spirituality.

The ultimate goal of children’s enlightenment is psychic. It’s like grabbing a ray of cosmic breath and making it a part of themselves. Generally speaking, the vast majority of children will be in Taoism when they are seven or eight years old. Be enlightened and psychic.

Sooner or later at this time does not actually mean qualifications.

And Chen Qing's psychic is also a little different. In the past two years of enlightenment, Wang Baole has long left Mingdao in his heart. How to choose in the future depends on Chen Qing's own choice.

It was also on this day that Wang Baole gave Chen Qing a birthday gift.

That is... Nine illusory **** of the sun, and an equally illusory mark, this mark, like a moon.

Floating by Chen Qing's side, this day...it was also winter, and the first snow fell just like when he first came.

In the wind and snow, Chen Qing looked at the nine suns and moon marks around him, with confusion in his eyes, and looked at Wang Baole.

"Choose one as your first path in this life."

Chen Qing was silent, looked around, then looked at Wang Baole, hesitated.

"Can I follow you?"

Wang Baole smiled, touched Chen Qing's head, and spoke softly.

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

Chen Qing nodded happily, then swept towards the surrounding nine suns and the moon seal, and grabbed the moon seal in his hand.

"Then I will choose this first."

Following his choice, a long laugh came from the sky. Situ's figure transformed into the sky and walked step by step. Behind him, among the clouds and mist, nine vast figures could be vaguely seen. After sighing, they nodded towards Wang Baole. , After Wang Baole returned with a smile, they left one after another.

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

"Bao Le, Chen Qing's vision surpasses you too much. I have confiscated my disciples for too many years, and I barely accepted half of them back then, and taught me a supreme so carelessly." Situ laughed loudly, and Wang Baole was also on the sidelines. He laughed, then his expression became serious, and he bowed deeply to Situ.

"Senior for work."

"With me, don't worry, Chen Qing, let's go." After speaking, Situ waved his hand and rolled Chen Qing straight to the sky.

"Daoist..." 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 leader, waving his hand, always existed.

"Don't give up the little guy, your junior has something to deal with, and it is estimated that he will be back soon." Situ smiled.

"My junior?" Chen Qing was taken aback.

"Yeah, I don't dare to be your first master, I can only count as half, because you are a disciple accepted by Wang Baole on behalf of his teacher, and he is willing to let you be a senior, so little guy, you have to cultivate hard. La."

"Uh..." Chen Qing's eyes were again dazed. When he wanted to speak again, his eyes showed that the city was already invisible, further and further away.

Inside the Taoist temple, the wind and snow are still there. Wang Baole is standing there, staring at the figure of the brother who is gradually going away. The snowflakes falling on the earth from the sky seem to have also fallen in Wang Baole’s heart, forming a circle of ripples, gradually spreading away, and he Body and soul are permeated inside.

For a long time, for a long time, Wang Baole smiled more and more gently, turned around, and walked into the distance, one step, one step...

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

No matter how I walk in my life, your figure is always on the heights, silently paying attention, reaching out in the crisis, dissolving into the void, so that I can walk smoothly and happily.

Because I am your younger brother.

Because you are my brother.

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

I can't forget the figure you first appeared, a green shirt, a gourd of wine, a wooden sword, and flowing hair, like a sword, like a fairy, out of dust, and extraordinary.

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

I looked at you and melted into nothingness. I know that you are not only seeking your own way, but also...for you, an ineffective junior, to verify the road of brokenness.

At this moment, staring at you, in my mind, I unconsciously recalled the path of practice in that life. There is your favor for me, your protection for me, your kindness to me, and your love for me. Smile.

Chen Qing, dust green.

"In this life, I will protect you well."

"In this life, I will lead you into the Tao."

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