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"Nezha, the rebel side, colluded with the demon monkey, harmed heaven, served the will of the Emperor of Heaven, and set the foundation of forgetting Sichuan for ten thousand years ..."
Ruthless judgment still seems to reverberate in my ears, so I put on my combat suit. Dressed in a black robe, he walked slowly to the river bank and calmly looked at the endless forgotten Styx. In the cold sunset, there are layers of waves on it ... The third prince Nezha, the son of King Tota, has lost his former glory. He looked up at the dark sky overhead, and his deep eyes seemed to cross the sky. He wanted to see the rising heaven in Ran Ran. "I was wrong ..." For a long time, he sighed disappointedly. "The mortal ferry ..."
The river is fast, and an ancient ship is quietly moored by the river. There is a wooden house there. He sat in front of the house silently, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the changes of seasons, waiting for the people crossing the river.
I don't know how many years have passed since I went to Qiu Lai in the spring.
Tonight, the sunset will pass, and he slowly raised his head. "After waiting for many years, the first person to cross the river finally arrived ..."
Under the gray sky, a seemingly weak scholar came slowly, with wisdom in his eyes. He looks just a scholar, but the vicissitudes in his eyes show his nature.
People are still young and mature when they die, and they are no longer old. He remembered a saying from heaven.
"boatman." A voice full of vicissitudes of life sounded.
He raised his head and disappeared into the darkness. He smiled when he looked at the scholar.
"This river is called Forgotten River?" The scholar looked at the river and spoke softly.
"yes."
"So ... the other side is the other side?"
"I haven't been there."
"Interesting ..." The scholar smiled softly.
"Why doesn't this boat have paddles?"
"People in heaven don't need paddles to ferry."
"Fairy ..." The scholar's eyes showed understanding and walked to the boat. "Take me across the river!"
He smiled gently, stood up slowly, jumped, seemed to shrink to inch by inch, floated to the boat, and swooped down with a wave of his left hand. At sunset, the boat slowly sailed forward and slowly walked to the invisible shore.
In the eyes of mortals, the scholar just flashed his eyes, but he didn't seem shocked.
"Fairy, you must be very happy?" In the urgent voice, the scholar broke the silence
"That depends on what you think ..." He smiled at the endless Styx.
"When I was young, I traveled all over China and collected countless folk tales." At this point, the scholar paused slightly. "Listening to the old man said that forgetting to ferry people to Sichuan is to offend the Emperor of Heaven and be demoted." Doubt eyes condensed behind him. "But so what?"
"What do you say?" He turned to ask, deep eyes seemed to attract people.
The scholar was unmoved. "It seems that the emperor made in heaven is like this ..."
"See liegeman like dirt? If I were a fairy, I must write about the unjust actions of the Emperor of Heaven! " The scholar seems to be lost in memories and is indignant.
"Are you the same on earth?" He became interested in the scholar's past lives.
"So what? After this kind of forgetting, you should forget it completely ... "
He listened to the scholar's narrative in silence. On earth, the integrity of scholars, the righteousness of scholars, and the righteousness of scholars. ...
Until we reached the shore, the sunset turned into a crescent moon, reflected on the forgotten river, and the scholar sat there, silent for a long time. ...
"To the shore." He sighed lightly. The scholar's experience reminded him of himself. Heaven and earth are so similar.
"In the next life, I would rather be an ordinary person!" The scholar stood up with a wry smile and got off the boat.
"bon voyage." He blessed the scholar. The scholar didn't answer, just smiled, took a step and left slowly.
"Will ..." He heard a soft murmur.
I took a deep look at the back of the scholar. "You will go down in history." He sighed. Towards the slowly disappearing back, he made a bow with his fist. "Sima Qian ... I will remember you ..."
Day after day, year after year, he can't remember how many people he sent away, but it seems that only that scholar touched his heart.
Five hundred years passed like running water. On this day, he suddenly looked at the sky.
Thunder rumbled and the majesty of the clear sky came to my face.
"Because the eastern scholars want to go to the west, the demon monkey surrenders, and the Emperor of Heaven makes a special order, and the traitor Nezha makes contributions to defend the Buddhist scriptures in heaven ..."
The deafening sound echoed between heaven and earth, and he smiled. "Protect the road?" Emperor Heaven likes Sima Qian. From now on, I'm just myself ... "
He didn't change his robe into a combat suit, but with a long smile, he went to heaven and left. ...