Chuanzi ran out of breath and still didn't dare to stop. He burrowed in the weeds and bushes, the branches were drawn on his head, he raised his arms to cover it, and his arms were beaten to the point of pain. I couldn't hear anything, only the sound of my own rapid breathing.
Chuanzi ran chaotically until he tripped, and his body tilted downhill and rolled into the stream. His arms were shaking as he braced himself. He still wanted to run, but found that his legs were not obeying him at all. Chuanzi propped himself up on his elbows, let his upper body climb out of the stream, and fell on the grass. He gasped for breath, only to feel that the world was spinning, and finally buried his head in the grass and vomited.
It was not until the sun was sinking to the west mountain that Chuanzi slowed down. He groped his chest with trembling hands, took out the steamed buns that had been pressed into cakes, and ate them in big gulps from the stream. When he had a bottom in his stomach, he supported the tree and walked slowly.
The lacquer night was like a dream, and Chuanzi couldn't tell the truth from the fake. He was hot and cold, but just by walking like this, he seemed to be able to walk home. In the second half of the night, he touched his body and his body was hot, and his wet underwear was cold while driving.
Kawako fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He seemed to hear the barking of a dog, and a pair of boots stepped on the thorns and forks, and stopped in front of his eyes.
Chuanzi burned fiercely, his body was wiped over and over again, and the cold handkerchief on his forehead was changed all night. The woman sat on the edge of the couch and wiped away his tears. Her jade-like hand brushed away his wet hair and caressed his forehead again and again.
In the dream, Chuanzi was pale. He was like a corpse displayed under the sun, with no use except for exposure to the sun. He was so greedy for that finger, it reminded him of a woman, but he forgot what she looked like. The ensuing pain had overwhelmed him, and he left the house as if he would never return.
Kawako didn't know what to say, he just cried in this fiery torment. He was afraid of everything because he couldn't remember what the mother looked like. His only remaining courage was taken away by the pain, and he turned back into a defenseless child, crying was the only outlet.
The woman surrounded Chuanzi, and her gentle and warm shoulders and arms became a fortress for Chuanzi to hide. He leaned against it, plunged into bottomless darkness.
When Chuanzi woke up, it was already bright, and he looked sideways in a stupid way, he didn't remember escaping, and he didn't remember shrinking. He looked out the window, as if he hadn't seen flowers and plants for a long time.
When the door opened, a man came in, with a strong back. He sat down on the edge of Chuanzi's bed, reached out and touched Chuanzi's forehead.
"Wait a moment." The man's voice was loud, "The porridge is here, it's not too late to eat something."
Chuanzi's eyes moved to him, and the man couldn't help but compliment, seeing that Chuanzi's eyes were sharp and bright, and he couldn't see the fear that he should have.
This pair of sharp eyes is not born.
"My surname is Gu." The man said sternly, "Single-character Zhi. This is a escort along the river, so don't be afraid. Last night, I was with Zhuojing. Although we have no children yet, we have seven or eight apprentices, so we are not bad people. When you can speak, tell your hometown, and I will send someone back."
Gu Zhi was bright and upright, but Chuanzi failed to return home. Because when he was able to speak, his mind was blank. Hugh said his hometown, and he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like. Gu Zhi and his wife took him up and down the river many times, and inquired about the towns and cities, but they could not find where Chuanzi's house was. Gu Zhi couldn't bear to leave him alone, so he took him under his knees and became a little apprentice.
"Since I can't remember the name, I'll just take the teacher's surname and call me Gu Shen."
Since then, Gu Shen has spent half his life searching for the word "return". He served as a bodyguard first, and then as a fast catcher. His life was poor, but his feet never stopped. Whether it was the cities along the river or the places in the south, he searched for them one by one. But everywhere is a strange place, the memory of "mother" is gradually filled by the gentleness of the teacher, and "father" seems to be a heroic man like Gu Zhi.
But he didn't understand why he didn't stop. He seemed to be propelled, stumbling along in this aimless trek. He is carrying his own debts, and this life will never end.
The copper bell was crisp, and Gu Shen had chased after the mountain god. He slowed down and walked beside the mountain god. The mountain god has been backlogged by rattan and has turned into an ugly monster that drags mud.
Gu Shen took a step closer and felt a little softer in his heart. He asked the mountain god, "...you know me."
The mountain god embraced the little wild ghosts tenderly and turned a blind eye to Gu Shen. Gu Shen followed him, but he still didn't understand why he wanted to follow him. Gu Shen seemed to be possessed and became involuntary.
Cang Ji carried Jing Lin on his back, stepped forward, and chased after the swaying branches. They looked down, and there were more and more little wild ghosts running out of the grass. They chased the mountain gods.
"So many little wild ghosts." Cang Ji said, "How many children died here."
"Hundreds or thousands." The branches were windy, and Jinglin and Shitou tugged Cang Ji's clothes together, and the long hair was blown away by the wind. He said, "They captured people and imprisoned them here, forced the girls to pick up guests, and then resold the children they gave birth. You can see that the houses in the city are strictly divided, how to take good care of the children when they are born, and those who can't sell them will die. in the city."
"It's all buried in the mountains?" It was Cang Ji's hard-hearted heart, and he had to be horrified by the little wild ghosts running all over the mountains.
"Xu was fed to the demon." Jing Lin tightened his fingertips and fell into an unseen blank. Cang Ji couldn't see it, it was not easy for Jing Lin to say these words.
"Children are also mortal flesh." Cang Ji said, "People treat people like this, and if they do this, they are not as good as pigs and dogs. The demons have been entrenched here for a long time, and they are fed by people. easy to deal with."
"It's really not easy to deal with." Jing Lin pushed Cang Ji's hair away and asked him to look at the mountain god, "He is neither a god, nor a demon, nor a demon. He was born here, and was blessed by the mountains and heavenly spirits. With this appearance, he can move freely. Do you know who he is?"
Cang Ji saw the mountain god squirming, and countless vines crawled like snakes and pythons, but the little wild ghosts were not afraid. They lay peacefully in the mountain god's arms, listening to the mountain god humming under the moon, leading them to shake in the starry night .
They all called him "mother".
Cang Ji confirmed with some difficulty: "Could it be Gu Shen's mother?"
"It's Gu Shen's mother." Jing Lin said, "It's also the mother of all the sons and daughters in this world who have suffered through this sin."
The so-called living beings, plants also have hearts. The mountains can hear the cries of their children over the years, and they can also see countless mothers who have been here. The city in the mountain is indestructible, and the mountains listen to it day and night, and the cry that echoes all the time is pouring out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There is still the most sincere love between this resentment and hatred, and the matter of common anger between people and gods did not attract Jiutian's favor, but it moved Shanshi.
Gu Shen's mother may have chased here too. I don't know how many years ago, the strong woman was leaning against the wall and listening, heartbroken by the constant crying in the city all night. She also chased her for half her life, until she lost her white hair and blinded her eyes.
My son, my son.
The call outside the mountains is enduring for a long time. They become them, become non-human and non-demon things.
"If there is also Gu Shen's mother." Cang Ji said, "Why did she ignore him."
"Gu Shen was only six or seven years old when he left home." Jing Lin said, "It has been more than 30 years now, even if his mother is still alive, she may not recognize her."
Cang Ji stopped, he lived in the treetops, and when he saw the wind howling in the mountains, he seemed to be able to hear the call.
"I don't understand." Cang Ji said.
Could it be that after many years of hard work and exhaustion, Gu Shen thought it was a meeting he had never met before. Even if Cang Ji didn't know bitterness, he tasted some bitterness in this chewing. The tip of his tongue melted the taste of koi's first acquaintance with human feelings, from Donglin to Gu Shen, they were all bitter words.
In this world, is there no other thing besides suffering? If so, what is there to be happy about being a human being
The two of them watched from a high place and saw that Gu Shen was following every step of the way, so desolate. While waiting, I suddenly heard the voice of the drunk mountain monk crossing the wind.
"This thing has not yet been opened, good and evil are difficult to distinguish. Although it has the power to eliminate demons, it is also responsible for the crime of murder. Besides, the heart of plants and trees is not like a rock, and it is common for them to turn around every day. If he wants to kill in the future, why would he? It is not the scourge of this place!"
The magic wand suddenly showed golden light, blocking the way of the mountain god. But the mountain god is ignorant and unconscious, still holding the children in his arms, moving forward in a trance.
"You have the ability to exorcise demons. Now follow me to the Soul Chasing Prison, and when I report to your lord, you will be able to pass the work. There are many talents in the nine heavens, wait for me to find a master for you, and teach you to be transparent and kind. Evil, it's not too late to put it down." The drunk mountain monk turned his stick with one hand and blocked it with his cross arm, "With me here, I won't let anyone deal with you arbitrarily."
"How familiar these words are." Cang Ji sneered and shouted from a distance, "What's wrong with him? Feeding the demons here should be your gods doing things, and he does it himself, should he still be punished?"
"The rules are like this." The drunk mountain monk threw his sleeves at Cang Ji, "This is the law of heaven and earth!"
"I can't go up to the sky, and I can't go down to the ground." Cang Ji sneered, "The laws of heaven and earth are none of my business. I want him to stay here tonight, what can you do?"
"Nonsense!" The drunk mountain monk resented that iron could not become steel, "You are still shallow, and you have no idea how high the sky is, and you dare to criticize the laws of the heaven and the earth! Do you know that thousands of years ago, the Three Realms were chaotic, demons were rampant, and all things complained endlessly. Turn the tide and formulate laws, how can you and I argue here today!"
"I don't know him, nor do I know such laws." Cang Ji pointed to the sky, "I was born in a room of white porcelain, and I was not born of the sky. Your father may not even recognize me, I Do you still want to listen to him? The good son has already asked you to do it, and you have to ask others to follow him as grandsons, taking advantage of not small, stinky monks."
The drunk mountain monk's stick shook the golden light, and the little wild ghosts in the arms of the mountain god cried out in pain. The mountain god's vines cover, and the mud roots overturn the barrier, trying to block the awn of the drunk mountain monk.
The drunk mountain monk shouted: "I'm waiting for the law, do you still need your kid to approve? If you catch him, catch him! How, what can you do!"
The mountain god was hit hard by the stick, and he heard the howling of the mountains, and the grass and trees screamed in pain. Cang Ji's nameless fire burst into his heart, he jumped down from the sky, and when Jing Lin left, he turned over and kicked between the Drunk Mountain Monk's descending magic wand, pressing down heavily, stepping on the descending magic wand steadily sinking.
"I don't know what is good or bad!" Zuishan monk shouted violently and turned his staff violently.
Cang Ji leaned back and heard the sound of the stick reaching his ears. He turned his hand around the stick, and was about to grab it, but saw the drunken mountain monk, who had always been stubborn and straight, turned around in a detour. Cang Ji's palm fell, and before he could turn around, the Drunk Mountain Monk had already hit him on the left side, and Cang Ji immediately slid on the ground.
Cang Ji stretched out his numb fingers, and they protruded from the ground. The Drunk Mountain Monk only felt a flower in front of him, and his chest felt as if he had been hit hard. With a choked voice, he retreated, and his magic wand was twisted and twisted, causing Cang Ji to close his fist a moment too late. The drunk mountain monk immediately kicked, Cang Ji slammed into the ground with a bang, and the magic wand smashed on the facade. Hearing a thunderous crash, the drunk mountain monk seemed to be slamming his face, and when he calmed down, Cang Ji raised his arm to block it in desperation. The scales slide out, and the magic wand can't go in again! Cang Ji's arms twitched, but the magic wand couldn't hold it back.
The Drunk Mountain Monk opened his mouth and said, "Looking for death!"
Cang Ji lifted his feet and kicked, and the drunk mountain monk staggered back. The tiger's mouth on his stick was shaken and painful, showing that Cang Ji's cultivation was growing at an astonishing speed, as if it were growing every day! How appalling this is, at first I only expected him to be a disaster in the future, but now I feel that this "future" is not far away!
"Evil devil heresy." The drunk mountain monk spat, "Your cultivation is very strange, did he feed you something? Heaven is good for reincarnation, but killing people has to pay for your life!"
"I said earlier that you wouldn't be jealous." Cang Ji's arms were still numb after being hit, but he suddenly felt unhappy in his heart, he just felt that something was wrong. When he looked back, he found that Jing Lin was gone!
"Don't look any further, I have asked someone to clean him up tonight." The drunk mountain monk said coldly, "Look at what the holy place is!"