The dawn of the dawn broke, and the red clouds filled the sky. Although it was still early, a large number of disciples had already gathered outside the red lotus water pavilion. They were all dressed in veil, all with their eyes lowered and their heads lowered, standing on both sides of the road.
"Boom-boom-boom-"
The sound of the morning bell came from the Tongtian Tower, and a few people in the distance slowly approached carrying coffins. The leader is Xue Zhengyi, the elder greedy wolf, and the back row is ink burning, Xue Meng. Standing on the left and right are the teacher and a monk with a half-old cassock. They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and gradually walked from the mist.
The monk is holding a lantern. It will be bright tomorrow, but the brilliance of the lantern is still splendid in the daytime. The golden brilliance is like a summer flower, which is dazzling.
All the disciples lowered their heads one after another, concentrating on their breath. They have heard that the sinful master of Wubei Temple came here specially for Elder Yuheng, and this must be the unremarkable monk. For this legendary character, the younger generation still overwhelmed their curiosity with awe. On the long mountain road, no one dared to look carefully, only to hear the stick, and in the lowered field of vision, they saw a pair of monk shoes tangled in hemp grass. After passing, the master walked away like this, leaving everyone standing.
The coffin was carried steadily all the way. Since it was a resurrection, not a burial, no one cried. When I arrived at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, I looked around with guilt and said, "Just put it by the lotus pond, where there is abundant spiritual energy and it is easy to cast spells."
"Okay, listen to the master!" Xue Zhengyi led the rest of the people and put the Xuanbing coffin there, "What else does the master need, just say it. You saved Yuheng, you saved me Xue Xue has half his life, Xue Xue will do his best to help!"
"Thank you for the kindness of Sect Master Xue." Said guilty, "The poor monk has nothing to ask for, if there is one in the future, it will not be too late to report to the Sect Master."
"Sure, that Master, don't be polite."
He folded his hands with sin, smiled and saluted Xue Zhengyi, then turned to look at others: "The poor monk is not talented, it will take five years to restore the soul for the elders of Chu. In order to avoid troubles, from now on From now on, the red lotus water pavilion will be closed to thank guests, and will be reopened five years later when Elder Chu is resurrected."
Although Xue Meng had heard of it before, he once again confirmed from the guilty mouth that the master would not wake up until five years later, and his eyes were still red. He lowered his head silently.
"If the donors want to say goodbye to Elder Chu, please go to the side of the coffin. After today, it will take more than a thousand days to meet again."
Everyone went in turn.
First, Xue Zhengyi and the elders, they stood in front of the coffin to say goodbye one by one, Xue Zhengyi said: "I hope to meet as soon as possible."
Greedy Wolf said: "Wake up early."
Xuanji said, "May everything go well."
Lu Cun sighed and said, "I envy you a little bit. After five years of freezing, you won't look old anymore."
The rest of the elders were more or less short, and they each had their own rhetoric. Soon it was Xue Meng's turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure, but he was used to doing things because of his anger, so he couldn't hold back, and finally shed tears next to the coffin in Chu night. .
While wiping away his tears, he choked and said: "Master, I will practice the sword well when you are not there. After the Lingshan Conference, I will never shame you. When you wake up, I will tell you my good ranking. "Under my master, there is no apprentice who will give up."
Xue Zhengyi walked over and patted his shoulder. Xue Meng did not embrace his father as usual, but turned away stubbornly with a sniffling. He didn't want to be a playful boy who only depended on his father in front of his master.
Then when I arrived at the teacher, the teacher's eyes were also wet, and he didn't say anything. He looked down at Chu Wanning for a while, and silently retreated to the side.
After he left, a pale pink begonia flower was gently placed in the coffin. The hand holding the flower is still a little boyish, but it is already very slender.
The ink burned on the side of the coffin, and the wind gently blew across the lake, bringing the sweetness of the lotus. The broken hair on his forehead was blown a little messy, but he raised his hand and sorted out the face of Chu nightning.
The ink burned his lips and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, it was just a little hoarse, and said softly: "I'll wait for you."
What are you waiting for
He didn't say. He felt that he wanted to say wait for you to wake up, but it seemed that just saying this sentence was not enough. It seems that he can't express the full and crowded feelings in his heart. The bottom of his heart seems to have hot magma moving. The magma can't find an accurate exit, and it rampages in his heart, causing him to panic and hurt. .
He felt that one day his heart would be broken, and the lava would flow uncontrollably, and he would be melted into ashes in the furious sea.
But now, he is still not sure what that fiery emotion is.
So he just said "waiting for you".
The red lotus pavilion was finally closed.
The huge barrier fell, like a door dividing life and death, isolating everyone.
Since then, the summer lotus is fragrant, the winter snow is silent, and for five years, there is no one else to admire in the waterside.
Bamboo leaves are bleak, and Begonia flowers are falling, stretching from the red lotus water pavilion to the front of the mountain gate.
Xue Zhengyi shook the trees and stopped Xingyun: "Send off, Elder Yuheng retreats."
All the disciples bowed their heads and said in a deep voice: "Congratulations, Elder Yuheng retreats."
The voices of thousands of people converged into a stream, and they suddenly exploded on the top of this smoky cloud of death. The rumbling voice was like muffled thunder, running over the rolling clouds and straight to Xiao Han.
"Congratulations, Master retreats." Mo Ran said softly.
Knock down.
Shoujun for five years.
After Yuheng retreated, the three personal disciples under his seat were unwilling to temporarily apprentice to the other elders, and they practiced and practiced hard.
Due to qualifications, mentality and other reasons, the teacher and Xue Meng stayed on the mountain, and the ink burned chose to travel far.
However, the reason why he made this choice is not only that he is suitable for experience, but also because of his life, many things are different from before, not to mention the changes in Chu nightning, what worries him most is the fake hook List.
He had a guess in his heart, and felt that the person who had been hiding behind the scenes was reborn. After all, this person's mastery of Zhenlong's chess game can be said to be out of ten, and in his last life until he committed suicide, there is no second person in the world who can play this forbidden technique to such a degree.
Investigating the identity of that person is not his forte. After the battle of Caidie Town, the entire cultivation world is watching carefully, waiting for the old glutton in the dark night to reveal the fox's tail. He does not need to intervene too much in this matter. .
Mo Ran knows that he is not smart, but he is full of spiritual energy, and his cultivation talent is amazing. Since he is destined to have another battle in the future, what he can do is to return himself to the powerful strength before rebirth as soon as possible.
In the past life he was the destroyer.
In this life, he will be a protector.
Soon after Chu nightning retreated, Mo Ran stood in front of the mountain gate on the top of the dead.
With his luggage on his back, he will travel far.
Not many people came to see him, Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang, and Shi Mei.
Xue Zhengyi patted his shoulder and said a little embarrassedly: "Meng'er won't come, he said..."
The ink burned and smiled: "He said he was going to practice swords in the forest, and he didn't have time to send me?"
"..." Xue Zhengyi was even more embarrassed, and couldn't help scolding, "That bastard is really ignorant!"
The ink burned and said with a smile: "He wants to win the first place at the Lingshan Conference, and it should be more diligent to practice. It is up to him to give the teacher a long face."
Xue Zhengyi looked at Mo Ran hesitantly, and said: "The Lingshan Conference is the peak of the orthodox immortality competition. Ran'er goes to the four seas to travel, although he can make a lot of progress, but I am afraid that the conference will not recognize the mixed kung fu of the three religions and nine streams. It would be a pity to miss it.”
The ink burned: "There is my cousin."
"You don't want to get a place?"
The ink burned this time and really laughed.
Ranking
In the last life, he was sentenced to confinement because of what he did wrong at the Lingshan Conference, and there was resentment in his heart. But now, what is this little thing? He has experienced how many people have been separated from life and death. In the torrent of catastrophe, he has never been reconciled to longing, from longing to resentment, from resentment to relief, from relief to guilt.
Up to now, what he is asking for is no longer a fine wine and a beautiful woman, worshipping forever, let alone revenge complaining, killing and stimulating.
The infinite prosperity of the clouds, the intoxication of money, he has seen it, and he is tired of it. He does not want to go back, but it is cold there, and no one is by his side.
They are all people who have been stepping on the Immortal Emperor. They once called for wind and rain on the top of Mount Tai, and saw all the flowers in the world. Who cares about the applause and applause on Lingshan Mountain.
As for rankings...
Whoever likes to rank, let's rank.
"I still want to do something else." Mo Ran said with a smile, "Xue Meng is a son, the son has the way of a son, and I am a gangster, a gangster has a gangster day."
Madam Wang couldn't help but said with pity: "Silly boy, what to say, you and Meng'er are the same, there is no difference between the son and the gangster."
The ink burned and smiled, but it was a bit bitter.
Born rich and humble, even if you are lucky enough to come to the top of life and death, but the first ten years have been spent in ignorance, how can it be the same
But seeing Mrs. Wang's gentle and concerned expression, she naturally didn't want to say anything. She nodded and said, "What my aunt said is that I didn't say it well."
Mrs. Wang smiled and shook her head, gave him a small gift bag, with Du Ruohua stabbed on it, and said, "You are traveling abroad, and no one takes care of you. You take this bag, there are many wound medicines in it, all of them are uncles. Made by my mother, it is better than the one bought by ordinary shops, keep it carefully, don’t throw it away.”
The ink burned very gratefully: "Thank you auntie."
The teacher said: "I have nothing for you, only this jade pendant, you wear it, it is used to warm the spiritual core."
The ink burned and took a look, and I saw that the white jade was like congealed fat, and the tentacles were warm, which was a very rare top-quality product. He hurriedly put the jade pendant back into the hands of the teacher and said: "I can't take this away, it's too precious. Besides, my spiritual core is a fire element, and I have to warm up again... I'm afraid I'll go crazy."
The teacher smiled and said: "What's the mess, how can it go crazy?"
"I don't accept it anyway." Mo Ran insisted, "You are weak, and it will be better if you match it yourself."
"But I asked someone to photograph it for you at the Xuanyuan Conference..."
When the ink burned listening to him, he felt very warm, but more distressed: "Xuanyuanhui's things are sky-high, and I really don't have much use for this jade pendant, but it's very good for you. Teacher, I love you. I got it, but you can keep the things yourself. Remember to wear them on weekdays and keep your spiritual energy."
What else did the teacher want to say, the ink burning has bypassed the string of the jade pendant and matched him in front of the front.
"It's pretty." He said with a smile, raised his hand, and patted Shi Mei's shoulder, "You are wearing a lot more suitable than me. I am such a rough person, I am afraid that I will put things in two days. It got bumped."
"Ran'er is right. Although everyone can wear this jade pendant, it is the most comfortable for those with water spirit core. Mi'er should keep it for herself."
Now that Mrs. Wang has spoken, the teacher naturally listened to her words, nodded, and then said to Mo Ran: "Then take care of you."
"Don't worry, I will always write to you."
The parting was imminent, and the teacher was a little sad, but when he heard him say this, he couldn't help laughing: "The words you wrote are only understood by the master."
When it comes to Chu nightning, Mo Ran doesn't know what it feels like.
The bone-eroding hatred is gone, the guilt is still there, as if the scars are scabbing, and the whole heart is aching and itchy.
With such a mood, he went down the mountain alone.
"one two Three… "
He lowered his head and walked, counting silently in his heart.
"One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three..."
When he reached the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but turn his head and looked at the peak of death and life shrouded in clouds and mist. The long stone steps were almost invisible, and he murmured: "Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine."
He walked and counted all the way.
This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. That day, Chu nightning carried the number of steps he climbed.
He felt that he would never forget Chu Wanning's hands in his whole life, which were cold, blood-stained, and damaged.
When a person does good or evil, it is often not his nature. Everyone is like a field, and some people are lucky. The rice and wheat seedlings are scattered between the ridges. In autumn, the grains are abundant, and the rice is fragrant and the wheat waves are all good and commendable.
But there are other fields, not so good luck. The seeds of poppies are planted in the soil, and the spring breeze blows, giving birth to blissful sins, and the sky is full of golden red blood. People resented it, scolded it, feared it, and all drowned in its stench, rotting into scum.
In the end, the righteous people will gather and throw a fire into the fields, twisting and rising into the scorched smoke. They say that he is a hotbed of karma, that he is a devil, that he eats people without spitting bones, that he deserves to die, No conscience.
He twitched and moaned in pain in the fire, and the poppies quickly curled into scorched earth.
But he was also a fertile field, and he also longed for rain and sunshine.
Who threw the first seed of darkness, and then the evil became a disaster, and it was out of control.
This field, which has been gentle and splendid, has been lit and turned into ashes.
Abandoned.
No one wants it anymore, he is an old abandoned land.
So he never thought that another person would come into his life and give him another chance to plough the soil and start all over again.
Chu nightning.
He won't be able to meet him until five years later, and today is the first day in five years.
He suddenly found that he had begun to miss the face of Chu nightning, stern, annoyed, gentle, solemn, and upright.
The ink burned slowly and closed his eyes.
He was carefully recalling his past and present life, and how many past events were scattered by wind and snow, and he gradually realized that the fact that the ghost world was split into the sky was actually the biggest watershed in his life.
In the past life he loved someone dearly.
Later, the man gave his life and he went to hell.
In this life, there is another person who loves him.
Later, that person donated his life and brought him back to the world.