Outside the Caibazi Temple, slanting raindrops floated in the air.
In the temple, Fu Naichuan knelt in front of the statue and put his palms together in prayer.
Blind young man in gray, with a dilapidated idol. Abandoned temple, old trees, light rain.
Fu Naichuan walked to the gate of the temple, stretched out his hand, and cold raindrops hit his hand.
"It's a dead man's good weather."
He waited for a while to do nothing, and then wiped the statue clean again. The fire next to the statue was still crackling with flames. Fu Naichuan touched the wall behind the statue and almost tripped over halfway. He slowly stretched out his hand and touched the wall. A dense and bumpy touch came from his fingertips, which was uncomfortable to touch. But his eyes were a little red.
That year, when he escaped from the ghost town, he hid in this temple that he had been visiting since he was a child. At that time, the incense in the temple was deserted, and basically no one came. Fu Naichuan locked himself in the temple day and night, feeling that the world outside the temple was like a huge devil's cave. torn to shreds. He hid behind the statue, as if that would make him feel at ease. Every day he passed, he carved a scratch on the wall. When he finally summoned up the courage to face life again and stepped out of the temple, he carved a total of 381 lines. .
During that year, he was in the fear of being caught back at all times. He slept very lightly, sometimes even without sleep. Once he heard some trouble, or he "felt" something strange, he immediately opened his eyes in horror. When he opened his eyes and looked around, the fear of being bitten by a beast ran through his body like lightning. It took him a long time to accept the fact that he had no spiritual veins. He was awake to the fear and pain of being squeezed by a group of people and pulled out the spiritual veins. He saw the blood flowing freely, and felt that the original abundant spiritual energy in his body was emptied bit by bit. Feeling that death is getting closer and closer to him, and despair is taking over the whole heart more and more, those pictures and feelings become part of his body and mind like a brand.
It was supposed to be the most passionate, curious, and conceited age in a person's life, but he was suddenly kicked in the air and fell into an abyss that he had never thought about before. Relatives and friends are dead and alone, floating in this world like ghosts.
But after stepping out of this closed world to face life again, he met Zou Yan.
But…
Fu Naichuan froze in place, as if he was dead.
"If I knew this earlier, why should I live to this day?"
Lying on the straw pile, he took out the silver bell around his waist, held it in the air, paused, and shook it gently.
"Ding-dong. Ding-dong."
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps fell outside the temple.
"Fu Naichuan! Come out and die!!!"
Fu Naichuan raised his eyebrows, grabbed the silver bell and sat up from the ground, and said loudly in the direction of the voice, "You're here? Make me wait so hard!"
A family member of Xuan angrily pointed his sword at him and said, "Fu Naichuan, I advise you not to be arrogant! Today is your day of death!"
Before he finished speaking, the sharp sword came out of the sky. Fu Naichuan's expression condensed, and based on his feeling, he flashed by, a piece of lead between the electric light and flint came to the man's wrist, he tapped the acupuncture point, the man's hand loosened, Fu Naichuan took up the sword like lightning, and stepped on the man's foot. On the ground, stab with a sword!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Fu Naichuan!!!"
As soon as he turned around, a few swords slashed. Fu Naichuan grabbed the stove on the ground and fell behind the statue. The crowd poured into the temple, shouting and the sound of swords everywhere. Fu Naichuan put out a row of talisman paper, and stretched out ghost hands from the talisman paper, grabbing the person's head, and crushing it with a "click". One person shouted, "You have to die!!!" With a sword, Fu Naichuan slammed over the stove, and with a sound of "dang", the person knocked over to the ground, and then nimbly passed through the crowd with the stove in hand. toss.
The stove whirled past the crowd, smashing on the straw, the flames igniting the straw in the temple, and the smoke burst. Suddenly, a row of traps was flipped up from the base of the statue, and the traps were like waves, flipping from the base to both sides, "kakaka" through the four corners of the temple, and finally climbed to the temple gate, the temple gate closed with a "bang", like a bang. It is the end of this institution.
These organs were made by Fu Naichuan to protect himself when he hid in the temple, and he never thought that they would come in handy now.
The door of the temple was closed, and the fire was lit in the temple again. The sword qi swayed, and Fu Naichuan became unsteady. He fell to the wall before standing still. He subconsciously raised his hand to hold the sword, the bone-piercing pain spread from his hand, and the warm touch flowed down from his hand to his wrist. Fu Naichuan kicked the person away and was about to leave, but was suddenly hugged by his waist and fell to the ground. At this moment, he suddenly heard an exclamation: "What is that???!!!"
A thick liquid flowed out from the places where the organs were opened, and soon it covered the walls and even the temple doors. The swords that were swung were stuck so tightly that they could not be pulled out. Those liquids are actually corrosive, and once the human body touches them, they are instantly melted!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Fu Naichuan lost his conscience!!!"
A sword pierced into the body. Fu Naichuan swallowed a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to block, and the sharp sword pierced through his palm. Hearing the voice, the man was actually a teenager. He was trembling all over, with tears in his eyes, but his eyes were filled with hatred. He held the sword firmly in both hands, and stabbed at Fu Naichuan, saying, "Why???!!!"
Fu Naichuan wanted to get up, but was stabbed by a sword and fell back again. He widened his eyes, and there was only darkness left, as if there was only darkness left in the whole world. The boy stabbed again with a sword and said, "Why did you kill the former owner!!!"
not my intention...
"Why do you want to destroy everyone else!!!"
sorry…
"Why do you want to survive!!!"
I regret…
"Why did you set fire to Huanlingxi!!!"
not me…
"Why did you have to kill us today!!!"
Fu Naichuan rolled violently, got up from the ground, and the boy stabbed on the ground with a sword. Fu Naichuan took a few steps back, blood gushing from his mouth. He covered the wound and looked in a trance. Some unforgettable pictures from childhood to youth passed by like a revolving lantern.
Why should he live
A man turned his head inadvertently, looked at Fu Naichuan, widened his eyes, and said, "What are you going to do—???!!!"
Buried Soul emitted a violent white light, and the spiritual power contained in the body of Buried Soul Sword began to be released. The light source of spiritual light flowed continuously to Fu Naichuan's body. The body without spiritual veins could not bear such a heavy load, and the wound expanded. Fu Naichuan's cold sweat and blood flowed, but he raised his head and smiled sympathetically.
"Go to hell."
Aura exploded out of the body.
A loud "bang" sound. The fire was like a fire lotus blooming from the ground. The temple was blown to pieces.
…
It was still raining slightly in the sky.
Zou Yan tapped lightly and quickly shuttled from room to room.
When he went to Caibazi Temple, Wei Wei heard a series of bells.
Zou Yan's heart was beating wildly, and an ominous premonition became stronger and more real. He stepped out of the alley and looked at the place where the dilapidated temple originally stood, but there was only a piece of ruins left.
The light of the fire was still crawling on the ruins. Bloody, ripped corpses were all over the place.
Zou Yan's blood almost coagulated.
He walked slowly towards the temple step by step, some dare not look down at his feet. The statue of the god standing in the temple was bombed to pieces.
Zou Yan closed his eyes with difficulty, his body trembling a little. He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head to search the ground.
A silver bell.
Zou Yan leaned down and picked up the silver bell from the ground.
Looking from Yin Ling's direction, there is a corpse.
Zou Yan put away the silver bell and walked over.
Not long after the corpse died, splendid blood splattered all over the body. Although his eyes were closed, he could still see that he was born very beautiful, his lips were tightly pressed, he did not cry or laugh, and he was wearing a light gray shirt that slowly floated up a corner when the wind blew.
Too quiet.
He stood silently for a long time, moved his dry throat, and looked at the corpse's face. Suddenly, he lifted the corpse sideways from the ground, looking at it as if confirming it over and over again, took a deep breath in, and let it out softly and long. He wiped the blood on the corpse's face, tucked his hair behind his ears, and stared at it like that.
He closed his eyes, his eyes seemed to be wet, and his face was a little sore.
Unknown to die, how to hate life.
A voice came from behind: "Zou Yan!"
Zou Yan hugged Fu Naichuan and turned around. A group of Guardsmen armed with spears surrounded him.
In the distance, a man in a black suit was leaning against the wall. A dragon in splendid clothes, a black sword on the waist, a scabbard with carved patterns, and a golden sword chain.
There was no expression on his face, and his dark eyes coldly reflected the dilapidated temple that was lingering in the fire in the distance, without any emotional ups and downs, like a pool of stagnant water.
For a long time, as if he was tired, he looked back, stood up straight, turned and walked into the distance.
In his memories, a young and frivolous fourteen-year-old boy said to the man, "When I become the lord of the country in the future, I will let you be my general."
The wind blowing from afar gently turned up the corners of his clothes. There are firelight, sword light and blood light screaming behind him.
He never looked back.
The author has something to say:
Volume four is over. The next volume is the final volume.
A paragraph that could not be included in the text:
"Within a few years, two or three friends will all die, and all the red faces, black clothes, jade and silk will become withered bones. Every Qingming, there will be only one person left, empty of old dreams."
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