Chapter 341 Sugar Man and Father
Down the mountain
Although there are many tourists, it is still hard to resist the coolness of the mountain.
The bustling food stalls at the foot of the mountain instantly put people into the hustle and bustle of life.
In ancient times, or in more remote towns, one could hear the unique cries of vendors.
But times have changed after all. Thick, greasy paper with words like "xlang sesame cake, XX pot cake" can be used as the signboard of a small snack stand.
Yi Chun transformed himself into the appearance of a certain True Lord and strolled leisurely below.
He once thought that practicing Buddhism meant burying oneself in the mountains or in a quiet place, studying hard or absorbing spiritual energy.
But now, as his vision continues to broaden and his realm continues to improve.
Yi Chun discovered a related power system with this world as its core.
Beneath the seemingly cold and aloof mode that seems to be detached from the secular world, there actually exists an indescribable human warmth.
It is not what most people think, that is, it completely strips away human nature.
Thus achieving a certain level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.
Rather, it is a kind of philosophical thinking that is derived from a certain state in which human nature develops naturally to its extreme.
In the extraordinary world, especially in the extraordinary power that is oriented towards the mind.
What you think about is the power you bear.
Although Yi Chun has gone through a lot of time.
But there are still not many profound insights into human nature and human heart .
He just had some lengthy experiences and witnessed some absurd and confusing historical events.
If you are a psychic scholar, you may be more suitable in this regard.
However, after witnessing too much darkness in human nature, it is inevitable that when you gradually peel off the shell of yourself, you will be affected in some way.
Yi Chun feels that as a human being, he should have the awareness that "I have done this question before".
But judging from the current situation, there is still more room for this question to be answered...
Headache……
Yi Chun shook his head.
He felt that if he switched to studying philosophy, he might be able to become a lousy philosophy apprentice.
But to use this to comprehend the ability to change the world is probably an epic task that would be difficult to accomplish in several lifetimes.
Normally, Yi Chun would never like to come to such places.
The stronger the smell of fireworks, the more he missed it.
Just like the orange lights on every door in the evening, it always has a sudden and fatal destructive power on the wanderers, going straight to their hearts.
And at this moment, compared to the naive kitten he once was.
Now Yi Chun has become a lazy big orange...
"call……"
Yi Chun happily ate a grilled duck that was roasted to a crisp and evenly sprinkled with a few hot onions.
Perhaps there is no greater joy in the world than this.
Yu Xing behind him swallowed.
He wanted to eat, but his hands were too busy.
Carrying a lot of luggage, he stood out in the entire snack stand.
However, Yu Xing held back.
If I can fool my senior brother, then there's nothing to be afraid of even if the world turns upside down.
He had thought about trying his hand with Yi Chun before.
But when Yi Chun really came back, Yu Xing was quite sad to find that he couldn't even draw his sword in front of his senior brother.
However, it was obvious that Taoist Yun did not give Yu Xing such an opportunity.
While Yi Chun was still eating happily, several Taoists took Yu Xing away in a truck.
Yi Chun shook his head, feeling a bit like seeing his kid being tricked into being sent to kindergarten.
Just as Yi Chun was walking around the snack stalls, he suddenly found an interesting stall.
The stall owner is an old man over fifty years old, and there are some sugar figures scattered around the stall.
Many tourists gathered there, they also came to see the novelty.
More, or to take a few photos.
The old man doesn't look like he makes a living from this craft.
Chatting with the tourists from time to time.
When there is business occasionally, he will start making sugar figures.
This is also the time when tourists take photos most frequently.
However, the old man is over fifty years old after all.
After making a few sugar figures, I felt a little exhausted.
Yi Chun stood there and looked at him for a long time.
After the tourists dispersed, he approached and started a conversation:
"Master, is this skill of yours inherited from your family?"
Yi Chun looked at the old stall owner and asked.
"That's not the case. I don't fool people."
The old man looked at Yi Chun for a moment, then grinned and said.
You can tell he has a smoking habit; his teeth look a little burnt.
"When I was young, I loved to play and eat. That was what I liked at that time."
"Because of this, I was beaten by my father several times."
There was a hint of nostalgia in the old man's cloudy eyes .
He didn't explain it clearly and didn't know why his father beat him.
"He can't beat me now."
"I have to play around a bit more before I go down."
Yi Chun was listening nearby.
There was nothing strange or bizarre about the old man's story.
Just an ordinary old man, reminiscing about the past.
The old man also talked about many details about making and blowing sugar figures.
But after all, it's just casual chat, without any specific logic, it's all trivial and casual.
But at this time, his image in Yi Chun's mind gradually became clear.
At least, he is no longer a vague, stereotyped passerby.
Cold words that can represent "an elderly human male who is about to die."
Yi Chun glanced at the old man, then looked at the candy figures on the stall.
He suddenly had some realization.
A cold sugar man can also become the carrier of some important emotions of a living being in the past.
Perhaps, the key to mediate the reversal of yin and yang by nature lies in this gap between reality and illusion.
Neither right nor wrong, impartial.
"After listening to you talk so much, I feel a little itchy."
"I'd like to borrow your stall to blow a peach..."
Yi Chun looked at the old man, and then manipulated the syrup on the stall in a very amateurish manner.
Without being heated, the syrup instantly softened as if it had been burned.
But Yi Chun blew lightly at it, and it condensed into the shape of a peach neatly as if it were a replica.
"I'll borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, so I'll ask you to have a peach."
The old man only heard Yi Chun's words, and then looked carefully, and saw a vivid peach-shaped candy man on the stall.
Looking around again, I saw a lot of people, but Yi Chun was no longer there.
The old man seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly put the candied peach into his own food box.
Hold it in your hand and cover it with your sleeve.
He left with the food box without closing the stall.
He hummed a little tune that was difficult for others to hear and walked leisurely towards home.
Maybe this was the scene when my father beat me up and then brought home a candy man?
The old man suddenly thought.
My peach is much more precious than his.
The old man remembered some details, the red line between the other person's eyebrows that looked like a thin seam, and the face with a bit of charm...
After that, he won’t beat me so hard. I am also a father…
When the old man thought of this, he became excited again, as if he had won a battle.
The white dove that was originally standing on the eaves and combing its feathers now flapped its wings and flew away...
