Undoubtedly, the battle between the Huangquan Corpse Collector and the Anonymous had ended, but nothing was left on the river beach, and it was impossible to see who they had won.
"Fine." The fake master saw the empty river surface and said, "If you can't see them, you don't have to look anymore."
"Uncle Shi, the two of them, who can win?" I don't know why, and I am a little hesitant. In my opinion, this kind of top-level masters' duel has no victory or defeat, only life and death. Winners live, losers die.
"I can't tell you."
The fake master took me and left from here. When I went out for more than ten miles, the sky was already bright.
"Let's go." The fake master lowered his head and thought for a while, and said: "The rivers and lakes are dangerous. Be careful in the future."
"Uncle, where are you going?"
"I'm really tired. Find a place to rest him for three years and two years." The fake master smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, I will live better than you."
I am very disturbed. If the fake master really wants to find a place where no one knows him and spend the rest of his life incognito, then I will definitely not stop him.
However, from the look of the fake master, I can see that he is lying. He can't really find a place to live in seclusion. He must have other things to do.
I guess that the fake master might still want to go to Huangquan Road to see the life and death of the corpse hunter in Huangquan. If the corpse hunter of Huangquan died in the duel at night, then the road to the world would be temporarily without a leader, and it would be chaotic.
"Uncle Master, what are you going to do? I can help you." I hurriedly asked: "Are you going to Huangquan Road? Or are you going to find a corpse hunter in Huangquan? I'm not the same as before, I have Kung Fu, can I help you..."
"Your three tricks and two styles of kung fu, it's pretty good if you can keep yourself. What do you want to do for me?" The fake master smiled again: "The Jin Zhongpu has been passed to you. This book must be collected."
The fake master turned around and walked towards the path. I quickly followed him again, and asked behind me: "Uncle Master, you..."
"Don't be long-winded!" The fake master paused, frowned and said: "Mother-in-law, what great things can you accomplish!"
"I..." I know that the fake master has a bad temper. When he gets angry, I immediately stop, and I can't say anything.
"Thirteen." The fake master said in a slow tone, "There are some things you must listen to. Everyone has a way to go. This way is destined. From the moment of birth, it is destined. No one can change it. Whether it’s generous to take justice or endure humiliation, that’s everyone’s fate. You may really achieve great things in the future, so don’t care about the gains and losses for a while. Make a clear distinction and wait for that day."
I don't know how to tell the fake master. From the beginning of my sensibility, until now, I have never thought about what I can do and become a big man. I just want to be a flat-headed common people, with my own firewood, rice, oil and salt, and my own happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
But the day was unfulfilled, and messy things kept pushing me to the forefront. The days now are no longer the kind of days I thought of.
"Take care." The fake master has been acting decisively and reluctantly. After finishing these few words, he patted my shoulder and walked away again.
I stared at his back in a daze. After the fake master went out several feet away, I suddenly shouted: "Uncle Master, will there be a chance to meet again in the future!"
"Perhaps." The fake master said without looking back: "Perhaps not."
The fake master left like this. At this moment, I have no idea what kind of person he is.
Is he a villain? No, is it a good person? It doesn't seem to be. However, after the death of the master, the fake master seems to have followed the path that the master has been walking.
After much deliberation, I can only think that the fake master is an individual, a living person, nothing more.
The fake master left, looking at the boundless river and the banks on both sides, I didn't know where to go for a while. I was confused for a while, and finally decided to go back to Tongchuan first. No one can tell the situation in Tongchuan now. The Dao of Universe has been repelled once, and probably won't make a comeback in a short time, but after a few days, it will be uncertain.
I continued on the road, being very careful during the journey. I separated from the fake master early in the morning. I didn't stop until noon.
At noon, I was so hungry that I could not bear it. The small baggage carrying dry food and some sundries with me was lost last night. But this beach is full of barren sands, no villages, no people. As I walked, I saw two small boats in a bend in front of me.
On the bow of one of the small boats, a small white flag hung. It was said to be a white flag, but it was actually a piece of white cloth hung on a wooden pole. The river breeze blows, the white cloth flutters in the wind, and a Chinese character for righteousness is written on it with an ink pen.
This kind of white-flag boats can be recognized by anyone who lives by the river. This kind of boat was built with the funds of some local squires. It travels in the river for eight months and rests for five people every year. The people on the boat were hired to salvage floating corpses in a section of the river.
Such people will not collect money from the families of the deceased when they salvage floating corpses, because the squires have already paid their wages. If the floating corpse caught is claimed by someone, it will be taken away by the family. If no one is claimed, it will be sent to Ximiao or Huarenzhuang.
Therefore, such a person is not a true corpse hunter. In the past, the master worked for these squires for several years.
The weather is getting warmer every day, and the weather is warmer. There are more people moving in the river, so it is easy to have trouble. Two small boats are docked on the edge of the river, and the people on the boat use a special net, one on the left and one on the right. He grabbed something in the river, and then dragged it to the bank.
This kind of net itself is used to catch people. When the big net is on the shore, the people on the boat untie the big net. There is a floating body in the net, which was just fished out of the river.
I just passed by here and didn't intend to stay, but when they unlocked the big net, I was stunned. I was shocked and afraid.
I can see clearly that the one who was caught from the river is surprisingly anonymous.
The Anonymous at this moment did not know whether he was dead or fainted, motionless. I couldn't see any injuries on his body, but I closed my eyes tightly and let a few people who collected the body get him up from the river.
Until he lay on the sand by the river, the Anonymous still didn't move. I suddenly understood that he was fighting with the Huangquan Corpse Collector and he was bound to suffer. Otherwise, with Wuming's arrogance, it would never be possible to let these ordinary corpse hunters at the mercy.
"Brother, it's already noon. Let's take this man up and send it to Xi Temple. Let's rest first." A corpse scavenger wiped off the river water from his face and said to his companion: "I'm hungry. Fill your stomach first."
"Sure, send people to Xi Temple, let's have dinner again."
Several people used a thin straw mat to roll up the Anonymous in accordance with the rules on the river beach, and then tied a handful of straw around their waists. This means that this floating corpse was just recovered. If family members want to find relatives who have just disappeared in the river, they can go to Xi Temple.
"Wait first." An elderly corpse hunter suddenly stopped his hand, stretched out a finger, and probed the tip of Wuming's nose, and said: "This person seems to be a little angry?"
"Still angry?"
The companions all gathered around and took a closer look at the Wumingshi. Then someone said: "You have missed it, this person is dead, and the whole body is cold and cold, where is there any anger."
The age-old corpse scavenger shook his head himself, maybe he didn't know if he felt wrong. He stretched out his hand again, probed the tip of Wuming's nose several times, slapped his lips, and said, "Is really confused?"
"You must be confused, go quickly, don't be long-winded."
A few people rolled the Anonymous, and then threw them onto a small boat, and drove toward the north against the shallow water on the bank of the river. I remember that there is a small and very ruined Xi Temple in the north. I don’t know how many years ago it was built.
For a moment, I didn't know if what they were talking about was true or not. The origin of the nameless person is still unknown to me, nor can I say what I think in my heart. I can't help but move and follow the boat on the shore.
When the boat arrived at Xi Temple, two corpse scavengers one after another, carrying the Anonymous, sent him to Xi Temple. The weather had just turned warm, and Xi Temple was cleaned up at the end of last year. At this time, there were no corpses in it, and Wuming was the first one this year.
After the corpse was brought in, the corpse scavenger was relieved, left Xi Temple, and sailed away together, probably looking for a place to eat. This kind of corpse scavengers who carry dead wages to work for people generally don't exert too much effort. When they can be lazy, they must be lazy.
After they were far away, I quietly came to the entrance of Xi Temple and glanced inside. The Anonymous was placed on a wooden shelf beside a wall of the Xi Temple, wrapped in straw mats.
This is how people live in this life, no matter what they were before they were alive, but after death, they are still the same. When the Anonymous first appeared, there was a kind of pride that emerged from the bones between words and behaviors, but when things came to the end, they were still caught by the grass mat. The volume was sent to Xi Temple, no different from ordinary people.
I crept into the Xi Temple. I didn't know what I thought, just to see if the Wumingshi really died. The corpse scavengers have tried many times just now, but I still want to try it myself.
For someone like Anonymous, I have to see him dead before I believe he is really dead.
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