Chapter 430: The Ruined Statue, a Life that Cannot Be Controlled

at the same time.

A certain time and space, a certain world.

Under the towering mountains, there are two figures, two shadows, and two young figures, walking on the muddy path of the mountains.

Walking in front is a teenager Lang, about twelve or three years old, with a clear eyebrow, a book of a book, carrying the sack, and there are some wooden crickets, bamboo slips, and so on.

A few steps behind were an old man, wearing a simple cloth coat, holding crutches, gray hair, slightly shy, walking while walking, "Little guy, walk slower, I can't keep up with the old man."

After hearing the words, the boy Lang stopped, stood in place and waited.

After the old man approached, one ass made a bluestone next to the boy Lang, and he pant with a big breath: "Take a while, rest for a while."

Seeing this, the young man Lang put the pocket, took out the bamboo slips in the cricket, and started to read and read.

"Little guy, everyone is known in the world, with fairy respect, and the emphasis on Tao, reading these books is useless."

The old man glanced at the young man and said with a smile.

"Old man, you don't understand."

"People like me, the biggest dream is to go to Beijing to rush to take the exam, take the fame, honor my parents, and live a good life, it is enough."

"The gods on that day, let them go, have little to do with me."

Boy Lang said while looking at the book.

"I don't understand?" The old man stunned when he heard the young man's old man's breath, and then continued to ask: "You really don't envy the gods in the sky?"

"That is Tamilong Wanli, Xianyun is mighty, free."

When the words fell, the young man shook his head: "Don't envy."

"Then why do you want to worship the God's view with me today?" The old man looked at the young man, trying to break through the true thoughts in his heart.

Hearing the words, the young Lang still did not put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and answered seriously: "My mother let me come."

"What you know, I don't want to make my mother sad."

"He wants me to be a fairy and learn from you."

Having said that, the young man Lang put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and looked at the old man with a weird face: "Old man, do you really have a Tao?"

"I see you climbing a mountain, you are panting."

Facing the doubt of the young man's face, the old man laughed with his legs: "Hahahaha."

"Actually, you are still interested in Xiu Xian."

As soon as the words came out, the young man's cheeks were red, and then asked very seriously: "Old man, I want to ask you, can you freely dominate his future destiny after becoming a great immortal?"

Because in the eyes of the youth Lang, his requirements are not high. He just wants to live his own life. He entered Beijing to rush the test, and he is also to choose a life that he can dominate, and he is not intervened by others.

Hearing that the old man was stunned, a light flashed in the turbid eyes. Regarding this problem, he was silent for a long time.

Finally, I answered with a smile: "This question, when we reached the summit, after we worshiped God's view, I answered you again."

"Okay, let's go."

"Will you rest?"

The young man stood up and said to the panting old man.

"Don't worry, don't worry, sit for a while."

When the words were falling, the young Lang glanced at him angrily. Although the old man has been here for several years, he has been harmonious with his uncle and uncle, but people are good, but he really can't figure it out. Fairy?

Who is panting in the mountains?

The old man sat on the bluestone and looked up at the top of the mountain, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the two continued to climb along the mountain road.

This mountain is called "Black and White Mountain".

Because every winter, when it is snowing, the mountain is snowy, but no snow is seen under the mountainside, forming a black and white picture, so it is called "black and white mountain".

However, the most important thing is not because of this, but because of the "God of God" on the top of the mountain.

It is said that in the "God's View", we worshiped the statues of gods.

However, ordinary mortals cannot reach the summit. Only the "immortal" leads to the top.

This is why, the young man wondered if the old man really had a Tao and could really take him to the top.

It was dark until it was dark, and the two finally reached the top.

The top of the mountain is a flat ground. Without trees, it is a bare piece. You can only see the gravel on the ground, and the lonely Taoist outlook.

This Taoist outlook looks very shabby. Is it really the legendary "God of God"?

The boy Lang showed a doubtful expression.

Also, don't you say that the black and white Shenshan must have a fairy to bring the way to the top?

However, the two of them, obviously came up, or he was at the forefront!

The old man has not played a role in leading the way!

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Suddenly, the young Lang felt that the face was cold, and he touched it with his hands and found a snowflake.

Is it snowing?

However, it is summer, why snow is snowing?

The old man looked up at the snowflakes down, his eyes were like a torch, as if he had spy on the endless void. He saw a certain picture, a certain scene, and his ancient mind was not shocked. At this moment, there was a ripple.

"Master, now June, why did it snow?" The young man looked at the old man who was looking up at the sky, puzzled.

Hearing this, the old man was silent for a few seconds before slowly answering: "Snow in June, someone is changing their fate."

After the words fell, the young man was stunned, and he felt that the old man was talking nonsense.

"Come with me."

As he said, the old man walked towards the dilapidated Taoist temple in front, and the young man followed behind him.

The door of the Taoist temple was sealed and covered with dust, which showed that no one had been here for a long time.

The old man stretched out his shriveled hand and slowly pushed open the wooden door.

Creak--

Accompanied by a sound, a breeze blew the wind and snow, blowing a snowflake into the Taoist temple.

After entering the Taoist temple, the old man took out three white candles from his sleeves.

Gently touching the wick, the candles were lit in an instant, illuminating the dim Taoist temple.

At this time, the young man following the old man also looked at the sculpture in front of him with the faint candlelight.

This sculpture is a sitting figure wearing a simple Taoist robe.

The statue closed its eyes tightly, looking sacred and solemn.

The statue sat on a platform made of wood. If you look closely, you will find that the platform is half white jade and half black stone.

When the young man's eyes fell on the statue, his heart was shaken and he wanted to worship uncontrollably.

Then, he put down the bag on his back and knelt down to worship the statue devoutly.

At this time, the young man looked at the old man and asked in confusion: "Old man, don't you kneel down?"

After saying this, the old man did not speak, and stared at the statue.