Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 337 The Fire of Qishan
The sun slanted to the west, and the sky in the mountains fell quickly, casting a yellow shadow on the hut in an instant. Zhan Changfeng didn't let anyone follow him. He walked through the narrow path and approached the village. A calf-high stone fence was built outside the village. , nor a guardrail, similar to a dividing line, enclosing the village and separating it from the wild mountains outside.

The stone fence has grown moss and ferns now, and it seems that it will collapse if you kick it. When she passed by, a dog lay on the fence and barked at her. He was called out by a hoarse old voice and wagged his tail. Arch behind the tree.

This tree grows next to the stone fence, its trunk is crooked, and its bark is wrinkled a bit, as if it lacks water.

It was carrying a prematurely yellowing leaf that was about to fall, and an old man sat behind the tree, also tilted, dozing off.

After the dog barked twice, she opened her cloudy eyes and sat upright.

Before ten breaths, it slowly closed again, and leaned over.

The dog squatted, looked at her, barked a few more times, and she opened her eyes again and sat upright.

Zhan Changfeng said before she fell asleep, "Old man, what is this place?"

The old man's ears are sensitive, but she can't hear Zhan Changfeng's footsteps, and she can't see people clearly with her deteriorating eyesight. She is confused, thinking that someone is asking her in a dream, and she seems to hear her own crisp laughter. Bright eyes Looking curiously at passers-by, "This is Xiaoyang Village, where are you from?"

He paused every word, as if he could fall asleep at any time while speaking.

Zhan Changfeng said gently, "I come from outside, a homeless person who specializes in collecting anecdotes."

"Oh." The voice was considerate and patient. The old man seemed to see a slender figure standing under the luxuriant banyan tree, carrying a bookcase, with a gentle appearance, but his face was a little unclear. She was in a hurry and said in a panic, " Why can't I see your face clearly?"

Zhan Changfeng said, "You are blind."

The old man was in a trance, why did she go blind when she was only seventeen or eighteen years old?
"Why am I blind?"

"It's okay, I'm blind too." Zhan Changfeng comforted.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl laughed through tears, and the old man also showed a serene smile, "Then why have you traveled so many places?"

"So I don't know the way, and I listen to the stories wherever I go. Do you have any legends and wild fun here?"

"Hey, yes, there are many, which one do you want to listen to first?" The old man asked again, "Will you record it?"

"If it's interesting, I will." Zhan Changfeng said, "I want to hear the most distant thing, the story on the mountain."

When the old man heard her say "yes", he suddenly became happy, "Then I will say one, and if it doesn't sound good, can I change it?"

"Ok."

The old man recalled, "When I was seven or eight years old, I accidentally walked over this stone railing and lost myself in the mountain. That night, the whole mountain was burning. I sat in the fire and cried. I woke up and found I slept on the thatched pile at home, alas, I told my parents that the mountain was burning, and they beat me, saying that I lied since I was a child, and I will be a villain from now on.”

She remembered the grievance again, which had always existed in her heart and never dissipated. She emphasized to Zhan Changfeng, "Unfortunately, they were wrong. I am one hundred and nine years old. I have done my duty and never harmed anyone."

Zhan Changfeng looked at her clean and thorough soul, and said seriously, "I believe in you, you are very clean."

An ordinary old man who has lived over a hundred naturally has a unique reason.

The old man seemed to hear the voice of the sky, and the depression in his chest dissipated, and his face was radiant. "Then can this story be recorded?"

"Yes, do you have a longer story, I want to hear more from you."

The old man was suddenly embarrassed, "Old man, I forgot some things, but ah, I remember someone said that the mountain was set on fire at that time."

"Mother-in-law, it's getting dark, it's time to go back and rest." A young man in linen trousers came over with firewood on his back, and looked at Zhan Changfeng warily, trying to help the old man up.

"It's Gousheng, I want to tell her a story." The old man was reluctant to leave that gentle voice, and patted Gousheng's arm with his thin hands, signaling him to let go.

Gou Sheng's handsome face flashed dissatisfaction, and he glared at Zhan Changfeng warningly, "Grandma is not in good health, she needs to go home to rest, you can go."

"Oh, don't listen to this bastard's nonsense." The old man picked up a dead branch beside him and whipped it on his buttocks, "Troubleshooting, go and get a glass of water for sir, he must be thirsty after traveling for a long time."

The dog rubbed its butt consciously, in disbelief and embarrassment at the same time, its ears turned red instantly, it turned around stiffly and put the firewood on the corner of the thatched hut next to it, and walked into the room without looking back.

The old man called everyone who could read and write as sir, and said with respect, "Sir, where did I just talk?"

Zhan Changfeng, "You said that mountain was on fire before."

"Hey, that's right, I heard it from my grandfather. My grandfather heard it from my grandfather's grandfather. A long time ago, our surname Yang just moved here from another island, because that island is full of monks who can cultivate. After moving here, several families first settled in the middle of Qishan Mountain. One night, the sky burned, and the fire fell to the mountain, and the mountain was full of fire. "

The old man sighed, as if he had seen it before, "One family was burned directly, without even having time to scream, and several families escaped from death, but they dared not go back to the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, they were resettled." Family."

"Isn't this mountain a volcano? After being burned by so many fires, it won't erupt?" Zhan Changfeng asked in surprise.

Gou Sheng brought out a pottery bowl and handed it to Zhan Changfeng impatiently. Hearing the old man talking about this, his eyes were dark and complicated.

"Where is it, you don't know, the top of the mountain was originally sharp, but a hole was smashed out by the fire in the sky. When I was a little girl, I climbed to the top of the mountain to see it. It was so deep. I will fall." The old man sighed, "It's just that my parents knew that I went to the mountain again, so it was a good beating."

Zhan Changfeng said, "This story is also good, I will write it down."

"Really?" the old man was happy, "I'll tell you a few more things, no one listened to me before."

"Okay, tell me."

Gou Sheng glanced at the gentle-looking person, and became more complicated, he was really a gentle scum, "Mother-in-law, you should rest."

"I want to talk a little longer, sir, are you cold? Gousheng, you go and chop the firewood first, and start a fire."

Gousheng: "."

This tone is a bit off.

"Mother-in-law!"

"The old man is happy, let her continue to be happy for a while."

Gou Sheng turned his head to look at Zhan Changfeng, under the night, she was alone, gentle and distant.Gou Sheng flattened the corners of his mouth, stood for a few breaths, then turned around to start the fire.

The light of the bonfire shone on the old man, and the old man stretched out his hand, as if to warm it, or to grab something, and sighed softly, "Although I cried that night, I am not afraid of fire at all, even recalling being burned by fire." The feeling of being surrounded is warm, warmer than ever."

She seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes warmed up. She smiled and told Zhan Changfeng about interesting things about her youth, "I always liked to run into the mountains at that time. When I was happy or unhappy, I went to the top of the mountain and sat in the dark. Beside the mouth, tell the truth, you don't know, once I came down the mountain, I was twelve or thirteen years old, and I was beaten by my parents again."

"It turns out that when I was on the mountain, a family from the Starfish Islands came to accept disciples, and those with good qualifications would take them to practice. My parents told me about it two months earlier, but I didn't remember. My parents beat me I was crying, and I was crying too, they want me to practice, and I want to stay here for the rest of my life, I’m afraid this is my fate, if I miss it, I don’t feel bad, don’t I just come back to life happily.”

(End of this chapter)