Two months have passed in a blink of an eye, and the cold weather has slowly become warmer. It is spring, and flowers are beginning to compete for beauty.

In the valley of Xishan Mountain, in a sea of ​​flowers, Chen Hua, who stood with his hands behind his back, smelled the fragrance of the spring flowers, blew the spring breeze, and felt the vitality and beauty of the soft and warm spring breeze.

Since Jiang Shang's parents felt the life and death of the world and the heart of Tao was affected, Chen Hua slowly followed the touch and slowly realized his heart. In the past two months, he had either felt the various forms of the world or had a quiet understanding, which made Chen Hua have the simplest and simplest perception of all things in the world again, just like the mundane world, with some feeling of being a mortal in his previous life, and no longer a lofty immortal god.

Maybe this is what happens in the world. Only by putting yourself in the shoes of the world can you understand the wonders!

With such insights, perhaps Chen Hua's understanding of Tao has not improved much, but his mind has undergone a different transformation. As the saying goes, a leaf can block the eyes, and the body is higher than the mind, and the heart will often feel a little unreliable. Only by walking out of the shackles can you see the true meaning of all things!

Facing the rising sun, feeling the warmth of the sunlight falling on the face, Chen Hua took a deep breath, and couldn't help but open his arms and reveal a child-like innocent smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world.

"Teacher!" A slightly low and mute voice sounded, and Jiang Shang, who was wearing a white mourning clothes, had already arrived behind Chen Hua.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Chen Hua, who was still in the distance in the sky. He then lowered his arms and smiled: "Ziya. I am willing to give up and let go, it is easy to say it, but it is too difficult to do it! Although you have the heart toward Tao, you can't give up your filial piety."

"Yes!" Jiang Shang, who nodded slightly, couldn't help but feel a little sad in his eyes and said: "My parents passed away one after another. I thought that all the world was cut off, but I still couldn't give up. My disciples were mourning for their parents for three years, and I was afraid that they would not be able to follow the teacher to practice Taoism!"

Chen Hua smiled distractedly when he heard this, "It's okay! Tao is the mystery of heaven and earth. The feelings of heaven and earth, and all living beings and all things can be called Tao. Gains and losses. Give up and lose, give up, good and evil, high and low, only seek the heart! Ziya. Things in the world are not so simple, and Tao is not born! Do you understand?"

"I just want to be my heart?" Jiang Shang, who murmured softly, turned his eyes and knelt respectfully at Chen Hua and said, "Teacher, I understand! When the disciple's mourning period is over, he should travel all over the world and seek the mystery of all things in the world. Heat the heart of the world."

"Haha! OK!" Chen Hua couldn't help but look at Jiang Shang when he heard this, and showed a satisfied and admirable smile on his face.

Chen Hua immediately took a breath and couldn't help but smile and said, "Ziya, since you have realized this from this, you have nothing to teach you as a teacher. It's time to leave!"

"Teacher!" Jiang Shang couldn't help but look at Chen Hua with a slightly changed expression and said, "I wonder how Ziya will see the teacher again in the future?"

Seeing this, Chen Hua couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, "Idiot! The things in the world are gone, so why bother with it!"

"After a tour in chaos, the golden body appeared on Mount Buzhou; it was already in the clouds on the mountain, and it was in the vague and vague. Haha, there are mysterious things in the world, so you should go there!" Amid the sound of a song, Chen Hua, who was smiling, floated over the nine heavens and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Shang, who looked a little vaguely, couldn't help but kneel down respectfully at the place where Chen Hua was standing just now.

Soon, when Jiang Shang slowly stood up, a phantom ran towards him at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, Song Yiren, who turned into a golden robe next to Jiang Shang.

"Ziya, where is the old god?" Song Yiren, who had just arrived, couldn't help but look at Jiang Shang anxiously and said.

Jiang Shang, who was slightly disappointed, couldn't help but get up and shook his head slightly, "The teacher is gone!"

"What?" Song Yiren, whose face changed, couldn't help but hurriedly said, "Hey, why did the old immortal leave at this time?"

Seeing Song Yiren's anxious look, Jiang Shang couldn't help but say unexpectedly: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Jiang Shang was close to Song Yiren since childhood and became a Jinlan, so he was called this.

"It's my father, he may not be able to do it!" Song Yiren said with a sad expression when he heard this.

"What, Uncle Song!" Jiang Shang, whose face changed when he heard Song Yiren's words, turned around and quickly calculated, closing his eyes slightly in pain: "Uncle Song has only thirty-six hours of his life!"

After hearing what Jiang Shang said, Song Yiren, whose whole body trembled, couldn't help but look pale, and he was stunned.

"Let's go!" Jiang Shang turned to open his eyes and hurriedly reached out to hold Song Yiren and said, "Brother, let's go back and spend more time with Uncle Song! He should have a lot to say to you now!"

Song Yiren also reacted when he heard this and couldn't help but hurriedly take Jiang Shang to the house.

The Song family is in a village with a surname of Jiang. Although they have different surnames, the Song family is kind and charitable, close to neighbors, and they are also talked about in the villages of Jiang. The old man of the Song family is even more famous as a good man.

The Song family has a lot of family businesses, but the old house in the Jiang village is not very gorgeous.

In the old house of Song family, in the bedroom of Mr. Song, when Song Yiren and Jiang Shang arrived, Mr. Song was sitting on the bed under the service of two maids, leaning over and leaning over the bamboo slips on the low flat table placed on the bed.

"Father, you are in poor health, what else can you write about?" Song Yiren came in and looked at him, and his face changed and frowned and hurried forward to support Mr. Song and said.

Mr. Song, who looked slightly rosy and had a good spirit, couldn't help but smile and looked at Jiang Shang and said, "Is Ziya here too?"

"Old Mr. Song!" Looking at Mr. Song, Jiang Shang couldn't help feeling sad. With his eyesight, he naturally could see that Mr. Song was full of strong dusk energy and was already a dying person. Now he is just a reflection of his whole body!

Mr. Song, who shook his head and smiled slightly, seemed very casual and casual: "Everyone is dead. I am 96 years old and I am already a long life! Ziya, since you are here, please help Mr. Song write!"

"Yes!" Jiang Shang, who responded slightly, hurriedly took a chair from the side and sat down beside the bed.

Song Yiren, who was holding back the grief in his heart, couldn't help but say, "Father, what are you writing?"

When Mr. Song heard this, he smiled slightly complacently and said, "I'm going to write a business story for my father, and I'm going to do business! I've been doing business all my life, and I think I have made some achievements. I should keep it with my future generations for reference! A stranger, you should remember that the way of doing business is only two words, "profit" and "benevolence"! It's easy to say, but it's harder to do!"

"The merchants in the world who only make profits and are unkind will always be prosperous for a while, and will never last forever! The teachings of the old gods made me understand the true meaning of 'benevolence'. Those who are rich and unkind will be like being the emperor but not being virtuous, and will eventually be abandoned by the people!" Mr. Song turned and said, "Getting profits to the people is also beneficial to the people. This is the cause and effect of the way of heaven. The way of circulation can benefit all generations! A strange man, if you understand one or two, you can pass on your family business and benefit the people, and you will have immeasurable merits!"

Holding a pair of diabolic bamboo slips, quickly recording what Mr. Song said, and then pausing slightly to look at Mr. Song, Jiang Shang couldn't help but look inexplicably bright. Mr. Song, who didn't want to be a businessman for the rest of his life, did not have much knowledge, but could say such words. For a moment, Jiang Shang could not help but understand what Mr. Chen Hua said more deeply. It is really mysterious in the world! The way of doing business is inseparable from benevolence and righteousness, and cannot escape the cycle of heaven!

Mr. Song, who paused a little, couldn't help but smile and look at Jiang Shang and said, "Ziya, I say, come and write, let's start now!"

"Old Mr. Song, please tell me, Ziya listen carefully!" Jiang Shang couldn't help but say hurriedly when he heard this.

"Yes, OK!" Old Master Song, who nodded slightly, couldn't help but look at Jiang Shang with a smile and started talking.

While recording and recalling Mr. Song’s words, although they were simple words, they seemed to have precipitation and background, which was thought-provoking.

Song Yiren, who was standing beside him, looked at his father and Jiang Shang talking and writing in front of him. The plain words also inspired Song Yiren by chance, making him more and more interested.

After writing this, it took more than half a day until it was getting late and the little tired of the spirit of Mr. Song was persuaded by Song Yiren to rest first.

It was already the morning of the third day, and the Shangjing had already been written by Shangshu last night.

When Jiang Shang and Song Yiren came to Mr. Song's residence, they found that Mr. Song was not staying in the house, but was lying outside on a chair and basking in the sun. They were smiling warmly on their slightly comfortable faces.

"Father!" "Old Mr. Song!" Song Yiren and Jiang Shang, who were slightly surprised, both hurried over.

Listening to the voices of the two, Old Master Song, who responded slightly, looked at the sky and murmured and smiled: "The sun today is so warm!"

After a while, Old Master Song, who was quietly looking at the sky, couldn't help but slowly close his eyes with a slightly hazy look.

"Father!" Song Yiren, whose face changed slightly, turned to shout softly, and then hurriedly stepped forward and knelt in front of Old Master Song's eyes with tears in his eyes, "Father!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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