All living beings go down the mountain

Opening the coffin is a unique Taoism technique of the Yin Ruins, which can separate the soul from the body and enter a state that is neither a person nor a thing.Everything in the world has its definite number, but there is only one realm where people, ghosts, things, monsters, and gods can all coexist together. In this realm, every kind of thing can create its own space. Entering them can be vigilant, and at the same time, people who enter this realm can also talk to them, but the scope is limited.The Yinxu disciples are now in the Liumen cemetery, so they can enter the realm established by the corpses buried in the Liumen cemetery.

Of course, the souls of most of the corpses have already reincarnated, only a few souls who are unwilling or full of resentment have turned into demons and ghosts to build a space here to live with themselves. people do not want to leave.However, a realm is a realm after all, even if it is built in a place in the human world, what they see is nothing. For example, the archway in the human world may be a sharp-edged gate to them, and the hills and lakes in the world are nothing but mountains of knives and seas of fire to them.Only ghosts with deep morality can plant a tree or add a river to their realm.

All the disciples meditated one after another, and gradually everything in front of them became smoky and blurry, and the moonlight was as red as blood, shining in the gloomy and misty realm.

As soon as Ye Wuming entered this realm, he saw a few souls wandering around sparsely, most of them were young men and women, and there were very few children and old people. Most of the elderly are at the end of their lives, so they are willing to go to reincarnation. Only young and middle-aged men and women will stay in the world because they are not willing to leave.Birth, old age, sickness and death, love parting, resentment and hatred meeting, nothing can be asked for.

The ghosts floating around swam past them like a white mist, their eyes staring straight ahead, dull and persistent, and their mouths murmured vaguely.

Ye Wuming saw that Ye Xuanyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The inhalation was extremely slow. Ye Wuming knew that this was "smelling life", that is, he could sense the surrounding area through the breath he inhaled when opening the coffin. People, ghosts, demons, elves, or gods.Ye Wuming can also sense it, these are the common spells of their Yin Ruins, but he relies heavily on Ye Xuanyu.

In the smoky ghostland, Ye Xuanyu raised his head slightly and closed his eyes tightly. His silver-white hair was flushed by the crimson moon in the ghostland, but because of the righteousness of the sky, it still shone white, and the gray gauze dress Blown by the white mist and the occasional ghost wind, it is as soft as a cloud. The slender eyelashes are slightly closed, and occasionally tremble twice, which is very seductive. The protruding Adam's apple on the white and smooth neck will tremble slightly due to perception. .

Unconsciously, Ye Wuming was attracted by this scene, his eyes stayed on his Adam's apple, he really wanted to rush up and bite him, and then see if this sneering Taoist would be frightened And made a sound that didn't match him.

Ye Xuanyu is so pretty... The corners of Yi Yi's mouth were slightly upturned, and just about to say something, Ye Xuanyu's tightly closed eyes opened, facing Ye Wuming, who opened his mouth slightly.

He was still that frosty Taoist priest, with cold eyes and a face like white jade.

"Let's go." Ye Xuanyu suddenly said lightly.

All the disciples also returned to their souls instantly, and all opened their eyes.

ah?Before Ye Wuming had time to ask anything, Ye Xuanyu suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, "You stay and continue to open the coffin."

"Why, why, why?!" Ye Wuming's feet almost softened with fright.

"I told you at the inn during the day, you will open the coffin alone at night." Ye Xuanyu didn't need to explain, and left Ye Wuming with an indifferent back.

Before the "junior brother" could ask another question, Ye Wuzang patted him on the shoulder, gloating about his misfortune, turned around and followed Ye Xuanyu away.

"I……"

"Sorrow" Ye Wushan also took a picture.

"By the way," Ye Wuzhi followed suit.

"I……"

"Alas..." Ye Yuan was the last one to pat him on the shoulder.

Several people left one after another, only Ye Wuming stood there dumbfounded.A few of them really left just like that...

A ghostly wind blew from somewhere, and Ye Wuming's whole body trembled unconsciously, leaving him standing alone in the silent and gloomy ghostland.

"You group of...beasts!" After thinking for a long time, looking at the Yin Ruins disciples who were drifting away without looking back, Ye Wuming squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

But he was afraid of returning home, thinking that he could leave the Yin Ruins after the opening of the coffin was over, Ye Wuming bravely began to meditate quietly again.

The red moon slowly began to envelope again, and the scattered red light reflected the ghosts that occasionally floated around.

Ye Wuming without Ye Xuanyu is not useless, he usually just wants to play, but his basic skills are still solid, and he will be able to see these ghosts soon.

Crying from somewhere, the young mother calling the child's baby name sits on her grave and caresses the cold tombstone, on which her name is engraved, and her own bones are buried in the graveyard, gently stroking with her fingertips, Obviously still in place, but it seems like a lifetime away.

In life, there are those who seek pleasure, some who work hard, some who are born rich and prosperous, some who die with no more than a straw mat, and some who pass away and turn around to be reincarnated, drink Mengpo soup, and cross the bridge of Naihe. Then live it all over again in a relaxed and unrestrained way, some of them have to force a mouthful of resentment, because of the knots that have not been untied, the cases that have not been turned over, the people who have not seen enough, and the red lines that have not been cut short, in the end, it is nothing more than a obsession.

Ye Wuming looked around carefully, but he didn't see the Jiang family's daughter. Suddenly, a long and ethereal voice came from behind.

"Where's my wife..." The male ghost floated from a distance, dressed as a scholar, but his eyes were empty and lifeless, the dark circles under his eyes were deeply sunken, his hair was loose on one side, and his bones and flesh were so bony that he didn't even think he was a skeleton. Pass.

"Master Dao, where is my wife..."

The scholar was not afraid at all when he saw Ye Wuming, he floated up to Ye Wuming and asked, his tone was like pleading, "Master Daoist, you have seen my wife..."

"What is your wife's name?" Ye Wuming asked him.

"My wife's name is Liu Fuping, and she lives next to the iron shop in the east of the village..." The empty eyes showed no emotion, floating in front of Ye Wuming like a blind person, "After I die... how is she going... ..." There was no expression on the man's face, but his voice was hoarse and low, repeating simple words like bloodthirsty, "Is she doing well..."

Ye Wuming had just arrived in Liumen Town for a few days, and he hadn't seen many people in the town, especially since he went down the mountain with great difficulty. The male ghost seemed to be unable to let it go until he heard the answer, and kept repeating "Master Dao, where is my wife..." After asking several times, the man's forehead began to ooze blood slowly, and black blood slowly flowed down his forehead. Run down, onto the already dirty clothes.It can be seen that this is the cause of the man's death. His forehead was severely wounded and he died, but the wound no longer flowed bright red blood. The black blood gurgled, and soon stained half of his face black, black and blue. His skinny body was also stained with black blood, but his face was still expressionless, he just floated in front of Ye Wuming and asked, "Is my wife okay..."

"The Taoist priest has seen my wife..."

"I haven't seen it yet." After all, Ye Wuming couldn't bear the pleading tone of the male ghost in front of him, "I'll help you to see it tomorrow."

As if he had been redeemed, the blood on the male ghost's head became more violent. He stretched out his arm and pointed towards the east of the village, "My wife is waiting for me on the bridge..."

"The Stone Lock Bridge in the east of the village, she stands there every day..."

"She's waiting for me there..."

The man's voice seemed to be howling, but there was still no expression on his face. Slowly, black blood flowed from his sunken eye sockets, and he stretched out his hand towards the east of the village and turned to Ye Wuming, "Master... my wife Wait for me on the bridge..." The ghost gradually drifted away, becoming more and more transparent until it disappeared.

The first ray of morning light shone on Ye Wuming's helpless face, the surrounding ghostland gradually faded away, and the mist cleared away. It was just a barren cemetery, a lonely soil slope, and a cold stone tablet, but the male ghost cried The sound could not dissipate for a long time.Ye Wuming's face was not much prettier than these ghosts. For the first time, Ye Wuming realized that the ordinary mortal world he had been yearning for was not only chic and happy, but also joys and sorrows.

He sighed softly, very much like Ye Xuanyu.

Going down the mountain and back to Liumen Town, the morning market has opened one after another. The streets are day after day. Maybe a hundred years ago, or a hundred years later, the world is still the same, and nothing will change because of someone's birth or death.

But there are all kinds of things in the world, only one word "seek".

Those who do business want to have a prosperous business, those who fight on the front line want to have a stable frontier, the Ninth Five-Year Lord wants to make the country rich and the people strong, and beggars on the street want to be full of food all day long.

Even if there are thousands of hardships in life, in the end it is nothing more than "can't ask for it".

Walking up to the pastry vendor, I touched the money in the purse, found a few copper coins left, and bought a bag of bean paste cakes.Presumably the icy Ye Xuanyu also had his sufferings, Ye Wuming didn't know it, but he also knew that after all, he was also a human being, and every human being has his own sufferings, even though he didn't want to say it.He touched the warm bean paste cake in his hand, hoping that a touch of sweetness would sweeten Ye Xuanyu, who had assumed the great responsibility of the Yin Ruins at such a young age.

Back at the inn, everyone was still sleeping soundly, and entered Ye Xuanyu's room lightly. Perhaps because he was at the foot of the mountain, Ye Xuanyu did not meditate, but was like ordinary people, covered with a thin quilt, Pillows to sleep on.

After all, no matter how indifferent he is, he is still a human being.

Ye Xuanyu was more like an ordinary person when he was sleeping, his breathing was steady and long, and he seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

He tiptoedly put a bag of bean paste cakes on Ye Xuanyu's table, closed the door gently before going back to his room to sleep.

Ye Wuming didn't sleep soundly. The figure of the male ghost in the ghost realm could not be dissipated for a long time, moving back and forth in his dreams, especially his eyes that were bleeding with blood and tears, as if his obsession had penetrated into the bone marrow.

Ye Wuming slept until noon, but it was his growling stomach that woke him up, otherwise he thought he could have slept a little longer.

Feeling his belly, he went downstairs, just in time for Ye Xuanyu to take his brothers and sisters for lunch. A bowl of white rice just placed on the table was steaming and fragrant.

"Ye Wuming! This is for Master," Ye Wuzang scolded, frowning.

Ye Wuming swallowed the rice and said, "I didn't eat breakfast, I was starving to death, I'm sorry, I ate first"

Ye Xuanyu next to him was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did you not have breakfast?"

"No, I bought you bean paste cakes with all the money, oh yes, have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah" took the rice served by Ye Wuzang, and hummed in a low voice.

"Sweet?"

"Hmm" replied again.

"It's good to be sweet." Ye Wuming's mouth curled up into a smile, and he swallowed the rice again and said, "It's good if you think it's sweet."

It's fine if you think it's sweet, but being a human being is too bitter, and being Ye Xuanyu is even more bitter, so it's fine if you think it's sweet.

During the meal, Ye Wuming told everyone about the male ghost he met last night. After listening to them, everyone was silent. Ye Yuan was more easily moved because she was a girl, and even shed a few tears.

The children on Yinxu Mountain were all out of the world, and had never experienced the pain of life and parting. It was the first time they heard such a bloody thing, and they couldn't react for a while. Even Ye Xuanyu lowered his head and didn't speak.

"In a while, let's go to the Shisuo Bridge in the east of the village." Ye Wuming said, looking at Ye Xuanyu with his head down.

Ye Xuanyu nodded quietly.

Spring is in full bloom, and the roadside in Liumen Town is full of Albizia julibrissin flowers. The pink tidbits fall with the spring breeze, swirl in the breeze, and fall on Ye Xuanyu's silver-white hair. It also looks more humane.

Ye Wuming gently picked off the acacia flower that fell on his hair, and for some reason, he held the acacia flower in his palm and looked at it for a long time, then put it in his sleeve.

Ye Xuanyu didn't know it at all, just stood quietly under the bridge, looking at the woman on the bridge.

Liu Fuping naturally knew that her husband had passed away. Her husband fell from a high slope on the way back from the township examination, and it was raining heavily. His fellow villagers advised him not to walk at night, but he just missed his wife alone at home. One day, when walking alone at night, he fell down a high slope because of the slippery road in rainy weather, and hit his head on a rock at the bottom of the slope, killing him.That year, she personally went to the post station to identify the corpse, put on a shroud for him, and buried him with her own hands. On the day when she woke up, the paper money all over the sky dyed her beautiful years white. From then on, in this sultry spring In the scenery, it is just like a Wangfuya, standing on the bridge blankly, looking at the spring water of a river, with desolate eyes.In the past, she always waited for her husband to return on the Shisuo Bridge. Among the crowd far away, she could recognize the plain-looking husband at a glance. Here it is, I'm back.But now, in the past year, things are different.

"Tell that male ghost at night that his wife is alive and well, and is still waiting for him on the bridge." Ye Wuming walked up from behind Ye Xuanyu and said calmly.

Ye Xuanyu didn't respond to his words, and stood blankly for a while before turning around and leaving.