The rain has passed.
There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, it was extremely clear.
At the foot of the cliff at the bottom of the valley surrounded by mountains, a new low grave had been added at some point. The loose earth was piled up in a pointed shape, and in front of it was a simple wooden sign with a few words engraved on it.
The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass. Dewdrops hung from the dense branches and leaves in the forest, sliding down inadvertently and moistening the soil.
The undulating mountains in the distance have gentle curves, and the breeze blows, bringing the sound of a shepherd's flute.
Along with it came bursts of singing with strange tunes.
The singing gradually came closer. The person humming the song was a skinny old man with a dirty face, a pair of worn straw sandals on his feet, tattered clothes, and a wine gourd hanging around his waist.
He held a thin broken bamboo pole in one hand and a chicken leg in the other. His cheeks were moving constantly as he was chewing happily.
"A chicken in my left hand and a duck in my right hand... I have chicken legs today, what shall I eat tomorrow?"
The old man muttered indistinct sounds but did not stop. After a while, the plump chicken leg was cleaned up, leaving only the chicken bones that were not even lickable.
The old man stopped and raised the white chicken bone in his hand, sighing and looking at it: "I'm so hungry..."
"belch."
What followed was a burp.
The old man didn't blush at all. He threw the bone onto the road behind him, lifted up his tattered and muddy clothes, and wiped his hands vigorously.
After wiping his hands, he was about to continue on his way, but unexpectedly he lowered his head, his nose twitched, he sniffed hard, and actually frowned.
Where does the smell of blood come from
A little bit bland...
The expression on the old man's face suddenly became solemn. He looked carefully into the bushes and found something unusual.
He walked forward, pushed aside a clump of tall wormwood in front of him, and saw a hint of dark red amid the green.
A pair of black eyes suddenly flowed with a strange and mysterious light blue light.
The old man opened his eyes wide, his whole body tense, looked in all directions, and muttered to himself.
"Surrounded by mountains, it is a place where energy gathers. In front of it is a winding stream, which leads back to the moon..."
This is actually a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges. In mortal terms, it is a Feng Shui dragon's lair.
After counting with his fingers, the old man shook his head in confusion.
"It's really strange that the Great Derivation Divine Numbers can't even deduce anything."
In all his years of walking in the world, the old man had never seen such a strange thing. Instead, he was very curious. He looked in the direction where the dried bloodstains were, and saw many broken marks in the weeds in front of him, as if someone had passed by here.
Following the grass trail, the old man walked forward. As he walked, his vision suddenly became empty.
The green grass disappeared, and what appeared before him was a low cliff.
The old man's gaze was fixed on a certain point under the cliff, and his brows furrowed again.
It was a grave.
The soil was fresh, with only occasional traces of rain hitting it. It was obvious that the grave was made when the rain was about to stop.
The old man raised his eyebrows, said "Huh", and simply jumped off the cliff. He did not fall half to death and stood steadily in front of the grave.
There are a few deep seal characters engraved on the simple tombstone.
——The tomb of my wife, Xie Jianchou.
The old man touched his chin which was covered with messy beard, and for some reason he sneered.
He looked around and saw no one around, so he made a hand gesture. When his two dirty fingers touched each other, a ball of blue light flashed out like thunder from heaven and fire from earth, pouring out like a waterfall and sweeping towards the grave.
Brush Lala.
The blue light dissipated.
The soft soil on the grave was swept away, and the lid of the coffin in the grave was also blown up by an unknown gust of wind and fell to the side.
The sky is bright.
A fresh corpse was lying in the coffin made from a fresh tree trunk.
It's a girl.
His eyelids were tightly closed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was suffering unspeakable pain before his death; there was a smudge of dried blood on his chest, and there was a hole in his coarse cloth with neat edges, which was caused by a sharp weapon from the mortal world.
“Tsk tsk.”
Shaking his head, the old man paced around the coffin, muttering something.
"Never mind, I'm not destined to die."
***
Sitting blankly in the coffin, Jianchou looked at the angry old man standing on the ground, still unable to react.
"Old man, what did you just say?"
“Oh my, this really pis ...
"... I, I have no father or mother..."
Jianchou spoke hesitantly.
The old man who called himself "Fudaoshanren" opened his mouth wide, as if he was choked to death by her words. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't speak for a long time.
After a long while, he suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet: "I told you to be naughty, I told you to be naughty, do you think you can do such a thing as doing good deeds? I told you to be naughty, you won't dare to be naughty again, right?!"
Jianchou didn't understand why the "Fudao Mountain Man" who claimed to be her savior suddenly became furious. She just wanted to know what happened.
Her mind was numb and she felt that even the surrounding mountains, trees, flowers and plants seemed so unfamiliar.
Fragmented images flashed through her mind.
In a farmyard, it was a thunderstorm, the windows were clanging, and an umbrella appeared in the rain...
That was her husband, the man she had once wanted to entrust her life to...
Thank you, Buchen.
Jianchou finally remembered and looked down at her chest.
The sword hanging on the wall was thrust into her hot chest by his own hands...
But when he looked down, there was no blood, and the wound didn't hurt at all, as if the sword had never been there, as if...
Xie Buchen didn't kill her.
But the hole in the clothes was grinning gently.
At that moment, Jianchou seemed to be stabbed by something, his face turned pale and his fingers trembled.
Every bit of their past interactions uncontrollably flooded out of her memory.
Xie Buchen hid in the shade of a densely leafed tree, holding a scroll in his hand, and quietly read: "The world has a beginning, which is the mother of the world..."
She sat under the tree and copied the scriptures that Xie's mother wanted.
The noisy cicadas could not disturb their peaceful coexistence.
…
In the alley, Xie Buchen, who had come out to avoid disaster, had an unconcealable haggard look on his face, and his whole body was shaky.
She supported his shoulders and helped him flee in the dark alley. When they ran and ran, they finally ran out of road. Xie Buchen held her and rolled into the pile of firewood in the alley, using the prickly hay to cover the two of them...
She was held tightly in his arms, not daring to make a sound.
…
On the wedding day, Xie Buchen used a wedding scale to lift her veil.
Jianchou still remembered the warm smile on his face, which made her heart flutter more than the red candle burning beside him.
…
The flickering picture finally stopped at Xie Buchen's hand holding the sword.
That was the outline she had drawn in her heart thousands of times, and he was the man she had pledged her true love to and wanted to entrust her life to!
But he faced him with a sword!
The sword is stained with her blood!
Aren’t they husband and wife
The immense sorrow and hatred instantly invaded Jianchou's mind.
She had a thousand and ten thousand questions: Why? Why did he kill her
They had been through thick and thin together, and she even had their child...
A husband and wife are bound by love for a hundred days, but in return they end up drawing their swords against each other
Jianchou felt heat in her eyes, as if there were burning tears locked in them, but she couldn't cry and instead wanted to laugh.
laughing out loud.
A smile for a day is a hundred days of love, but it is just a joke; a smile of sincerity is a betrayal of the flowing water, and everything becomes empty in the blink of an eye...
Jianchou couldn't help shaking his shoulders and smiling.
Sarcasm, with an indescribable desolation.
All her tears flowed into her heart. Sitting in the damp coffin, she looked even thinner.
Surrounded by scattered soil and lush trees... The world after the rain is full of vitality, and everything is growing vigorously.
Only her heart was as dead as ash.
The mountain man next to her was horrified when he saw her in this state: "Are you... are you... are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
After laughing, your heart will feel empty.
Instead, the words she heard before she lost consciousness kept echoing in her mind...
"You have severed your earthly ties, and your character is excellent. When he seeks immortality and asks for the way, he will surely have a seat among the great and powerful."
Why did Xie Buchen kill her
She was clearly dead and sealed in a coffin, but she was able to come back to life without a single scar on her body...
Xunxian asked.
Are there really immortals in this world
Jianchou subconsciously looked at the old man, Fudao Shanren.
With a dirty beard and a pair of cunning eyes, two words are written all over his body: vulgar.
At this time, his eyes rolled around as if he was looking around for something, but his hands moved very quickly. He took out a chicken leg from somewhere and stuffed it into his mouth.
"The world has really changed, and people's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be. Saving a person these days is like saving an ancestor! Alas..."
"Mountain man."
Jianchou suddenly shouted.
Fudao Shanren was gnawing on a chicken leg intently when he suddenly heard the clear voice of "Shanren". He got goosebumps all over his body and almost threw away the chicken leg he had not finished gnawing on.
"All of a sudden, he called the hermit..."
"Mountain man, are there gods in the world?"
The voice of sorrow also carried a hint of sadness, which was blown away by the wind.
Are there gods in the world
It was an extremely ordinary sentence, but when Fudaoshan heard it, he was shocked and the chicken leg finally fell to the ground.
He stretched out his greasy finger and pointed at Jianchou: "How do you know that I'm not a human, no, not a mortal?!"
"… "
Why do I suddenly feel absurd
It can be seen that one cannot laugh when he is sad.
"Mountain man, are there gods in the world?" she asked again.
Fudaoshan stared at her for a long time before he realized that she was not doubting his identity but was just asking.
It was he who made such a fuss, which was really embarrassing.
Fudao Shanren coughed solemnly: "Yes, there is, but I heard it happened thousands of years ago..."
As he spoke, he bent down, quickly picked up the fallen chicken leg, wiped it vigorously, and without showing any disgust, stuffed it into his mouth and continued eating.
He said vaguely: "Why, do you also want to seek immortality?"
Seeking immortality
No.
Jianchou supported herself on the edge of the coffin which was carved out of the tree core. The hard thorns pricked her palms, but she didn't care at all and slowly stood up from the coffin.
The body is slender and even fragile, with the back straight.
The sky was clear and blue, Jianchou's eyes wandered across the vast expanse, and he only said, "I don't want to seek immortality, nor do I want immortality. I just want to ask one question - why, why?"