What is it like to be led around by a ghost?

It was almost dusk when we descended the mountain, and the unset sun was hanging above the top of the mountain. The orange-yellow sunlight filled the forest and countryside, and shone through the layers of leaves on the mountain path, forming broken spots of light.

Yu Mohui didn't like the sunset at dusk. He always felt that this kind of orange sunlight always had a sense of sadness. If he was surrounded by this light, he would let the sadness melted in this light flood his whole body, and then he would hide it deep in his heart. The deep sadness regurgitated into the mouth to chew repeatedly, but could not swallow.Until night fell, everything receded like a tide, without a trace.

Even night is calmer than dusk.

Wrapped in inexplicable sadness and anxiety, Yu Mohui was speechless all the way.One person and one ghost went down the mountain in silence.

Yu Mohui didn't recover from the sadness at dusk until he lay down on the bed after taking a shower at night.

"Just because I have the same name as my previous life, you believe that Heaven is helping us?" Yu Mohui lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Jiongwu sat by the coffee table and smiled: "Do you know how you got your name in your previous life?"

"From my parents in my previous life?"

"No, guess again?"

Yu Mo turned sideways, looked at Jiongwu's smiling face, and asked hesitantly, "It's...you?"

Jiong Wu turned her head away, leaving only Yu Mo to turn her profile. She didn't know what she thought of, and there was a little sadness in her smiling eyes: "Forget it... half of it was me, and the other half was you."

"……Can you tell me?"

"Wait until you get your memory back."

There was another silence.After a while, Jiong Wu took the initiative to ask again: "Why were you unhappy just now?"

Yu Mohui didn't intend to answer at first, but suddenly remembered that Jiongwu could hear what he was thinking in his head, so he might as well answer directly: "You said that Tiandao gave me a name, and I feel a little uncomfortable, feeling my existence I don't like the feeling of being under his control, or what others say 'everything is predestined'. I want everything to have infinite possibilities, and I can choose freely to create those possibilities. "

Jiongwu didn't expect such a reason, she felt a little funny immediately, but she still softly comforted: "The way of heaven is not in control of everything, how to choose and the direction of your destiny depends on you, the way of heaven is only possible. Just push you at a certain point."

"Is that right?"

"That's it, go to sleep and don't think too much."

Maybe it was because he was too tired from climbing the mountain, Yu Mohui slept until ten o'clock, and Jiongwu didn't call him, he just let him sleep until he woke up naturally.

When it was eleven o'clock, Yu Mo returned to his mouth with a toothbrush in his mouth, looked at the ghost helping him to pack his things, and said vaguely: "Go back to my house later or go pick fruit?"

Jiong Wu zipped up the box: "Neither of them, go find a fairy."

Yu Mo came to his senses and accelerated the speed of washing.

One person and one ghost went all the way from Maoshan to Yandang Mountain.

Yu Mohui considers himself to be a person with plenty of energy and good at sports.After military training in college, besides taking physical education classes, he usually also goes for jogging, playing basketball and so on. However, these days he followed Jiongwu to climb two mountains in succession. The rocks, stones, and criss-crossing tree roots are all over the rugged mountain road, which really makes him a little overwhelmed.

The fifth time I stopped and sat down on a tree root to rest. Large beads of sweat rolled down Yu Mohui's face and dripped onto the ground. The soil was soaked and evaporated after a while—the weather was too hot.

Jiong Wu at the side was not in a hurry, she just stood quietly, waiting for Yu Mo to recover before continuing on the road.

After a while, Yu Mohui let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and leaned against the strong tree trunk covered with moss, and said weakly: "I'm so tired...so tired..."

He felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he simply said to Jiongwu in his mind: "Next time, let's bring a camping tent to climb the mountain, okay? Climb slowly, take a rest when you are tired, and take a rest when it is late." Spend the night in the mountains, and get up the next day to continue climbing. It’s really tiring to climb the mountain like this in a hurry...too tired..."

Jiong Wu was amused by the lazy look of him who didn't want to say this, and ignored his remarks about bringing a tent.

But the mountain still had to continue to climb. After resting and drinking, Yu Mohui picked up a stick in his hand as a walking stick, and followed Jiongwu to climb to the top of the mountain again.

Although Yu Mohui didn't want to talk at all due to physical fatigue, but he couldn't suppress his mental activity.He followed Jiongwu with one foot and one foot, and complained in his mind: "...I finally understand why the immortals in TV dramas like to live in such deep mountains and old forests. It turns out that there is a basis for it... …You see, they are nested in this kind of deep mountain and old forest, but no normal person would spend so much effort to climb up, so they stay here with fresh and quiet air, and they don’t have to worry about being disturbed by mortals. It really is a day for gods... "

The chirping of birds and the singing of cicadas make the mountains even more open.The two stopped and stopped, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

Unlike Maoshan, this peak is covered with large rocks, and weeds can get out from the cracks in the rocks, but the roots of the trees cannot penetrate deep into the ground, so only rocks and weeds are left on the peak, and all the trees are abandoned below the peak.Climbing up from the deep forest, at first sight of this peak, it only makes people feel extraordinarily bald.

Yu Mohui complained in his heart: The god who lives here is probably also bald.

Jiong Wu shook her head and smiled, thinking that it was good that Yu Mohui didn't say anything, otherwise she might have offended this immortal before meeting her.Afterwards, he immediately turned serious, turned his head towards the open space, and called out, "Is Yunmo Immortal here?"

In a flash, an old man with thinning white hair and deep wrinkles appeared in front of them.

Sure enough... a bit bald...

When they were on the road earlier, Jiong Wu told Yu Mohui about the origin of this immortal.The immortal of Yandang Mountain was originally a wandering doctor who traveled all over the world. When he traveled around, it happened that the world fell into Tai Sui, and wars, plagues, and disasters were rampant.He has cured plague-spreading villages, healed wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and seen all kinds of separation between life and death, love-hate entanglement, greed, hatred, ignorance and resentment in the world.Later, seeing through the dust and customs, he traveled to Yandang Mountain and practiced Taoism. He became a fairy at the age of nearly a hundred years old, and has been living in seclusion in Yandang Mountains since then.

Jiong Wu respectfully bowed to Immortal Yunmo, and Yu Mohui followed suit.

Immortal Yunmo nodded slightly, without much greeting, and asked directly: "Why are you two here?"

"Come to the immortal to ask for 100 years of wood heart to heal the wound of the broken soul."

Immortal Yunmo closed his eyes and shook his head, saying: "You have practiced the immortal way for a thousand years, and then you have practiced the ghost way for a thousand years. My heart for a hundred years is just a drop in the bucket for you, and it is useless."

"Looking at the immortal's advice." Jiongwu said with a respectful gesture.

"Under the highest snow layer in the western section of the Kunlun Mountains, there is a thousand-year-old wooden heart left by the Queen Mother of the West. Taking it can heal your incomplete soul and improve your strength." Disappeared.

Compared with Rong Qi's lively temperament that doesn't match his appearance, Yunmo Immortal's elusive and aloof style is more in line with Yu Mohui's consistent understanding of immortals.

Jiongwu bowed to the place where Immortal Yunmo was standing before, then turned around and beckoned Yu Mohui to leave.

The figure of one person and one ghost quickly disappeared among the trees, and the Yunmo Immortal suddenly appeared on the edge of the peak cliff.

He has six century-old wooden hearts in his hand, all of which were conceived by the spiritual tree in Yandang Mountain.Since traveling to Yandang Mountain to practice Taoism, Yun Mo has been far away from the world, never left the Yandang Mountains, and has not actively interacted with other monks or immortals. He has only practiced alone for a long time.

He has never been to the Kunlun Mountains, nor has he seen the Queen Mother of the West, and he has no way of knowing her thousand-year-old Mu Xin.

He looked up at the blue and quiet sky, and remembered the seemingly invisible voice that appeared in his mind when he sat down yesterday—it was a rumor from heaven.

The clouds are overflowing, and the situation is changing. Yun Mo knows that the grievances and grievances thousands of years ago will eventually be resolved.

This is not only the revenge of Yu Mohui and Jiongwu, but also the wrath of Heaven.