Daoist, I am not fragrant!

"What's that sound?" After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhong Tang turned his head slightly and said in a low voice.

Li Bizhi also heard it, right in front of them, came the occasional voice.

The voice seemed to be chanted by ten or a hundred people, or whispered by only one person. As they continued to move forward, it became clearer and clearer. Although the content could not be distinguished, it was the same as what the people in the city said before the sarcophagus, should be the same language.

Even though he still couldn't see anything in front of him, the appearance of this voice gave Zhong Tang some encouragement, and he and Li Bizhi couldn't help but quicken their pace.

At a certain moment, after I don't know which step stepped on the ground, the darkness in front of me was suddenly pulled away like a curtain.

Zhong Tang subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and what he saw was a huge grotto that looked like an altar.

The city people who walked into the ruined castle before are gathering here, constantly singing unknown tunes loudly.

In the middle of the grotto, rows of rusted iron frames surrounded the altar made of worship stones. People from the city kept walking forward and placed the black bowls still burning with flames on the iron frames.

Although the flames in the black bowls were very faint, the altar surrounded by the iron frame would still appear brighter with each one placed.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi had no intention of causing trouble at this time, following the actions of other city people, they also put the black bowl in their hands on the iron stand, and then found an inconspicuous corner and settled down.

More and more people came into this grotto. None of them spoke, and they no longer cried like before. They just kept singing, singing, and let the singing echo in the entire grotto.

Although Zhong Tang still couldn't understand what they were singing, in the dark, he felt that the singing seemed to be comforting, like a salvation.

They are not singing for the living, but for the dead.

In the midst of this song, the last person from the city also came in. He was wearing a black-gray cloak, holding a black bowl in his pale hand, walked slowly to the iron shelf, and put the black bowl on it.

Zhong Tang recognized that it was the person who helped them untangle the sheepskin lamp before, and it seemed that he should be a priest here.

After the man put down the black bowl, he turned and walked towards the altar. Clusters of burning flames seemed to illuminate his way forward, guiding him step by step to the altar made of white stones until he reached the high top .

The singing of the people in the city stopped suddenly, and they slowly raised their heads, revealing their skinny and chapped faces.

Their eyes were no longer as numb and desperate as they were in the daytime, but quietly contained some emotions that Zhong Tang couldn't express.

In the eyes of everyone, the priest spoke, still in a language that Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi could not understand, and the tone of his voice was solemn, sacred and... mourning.

At first, the priest was the only one who spoke, but every time he said something, someone in the crowd echoed him.Later, he was no longer the only one on the altar speaking, and the people in the entire grotto, as if they had already recited silently thousands of times, spoke together with vibrating voices.

Just like that, the people in the entire grotto began to sing again. Accompanied by their singing, Zhong Tang noticed that the flames surrounding the altar began to emit wisps of green smoke.

No, that's not Qingyan, that's——

"Dead souls." Li Bizhi whispered in Zhong Tang's ear.

These people gather here to pay homage to the dead who died in the city.

The souls of the dead emerged from the black bowl, rose and condensed in mid-air, and finally seemed to turn into clouds of smoke, entangled by the side of the altar.

The black and gray figure of the priest also became blurred, and Zhong Tang could only see him standing there, alone, quietly watching the crowd singing and the souls gathered beside him, as if he had been lonely for a hundred years.

After a long time, the people in the audience were finally exhausted, and the singing voice became lower and lower, muffled like a raving.And those souls of the dead floating beside the altar gradually became ethereal and transparent.

The figure of the priest on the altar seemed to have changed a lot overnight, he took a step from the altar a little stiffly, everyone's voices stopped again, and they all raised their heads, as if expecting some kind of bleak hope .

But the priest just uttered two simple syllables hoarsely, breaking everything up again.

The crowd began to let out sighs of disappointment. At first, they tried to talk to the people around them, with a little anger or sadness, but the ups and downs of these emotions were too small, and they were quickly smoothed out by numbness again.

Then the voices in the grotto gradually decreased, no matter what kind of voice it was, it gradually disappeared.

I don't know who was the first one, walked forward, took down the black bowl on the iron frame, extinguished the flame in it, then turned around and staggered away all the way.

With the first one, there will be a second person, and a third person... People keep coming forward, getting back their black bowls, extinguishing the flames, and then leaving.

There were fewer and fewer people in the grotto, and the light of the fire on the iron frame became darker and darker. In the end, only three black bowls were left with trembling flames.

Li Bizhi gently took Zhong Tang's hand, walked to the iron frame, but did not take off the black bowl on it, but raised his head to look at the people on the altar.

The priest felt his gaze, and walked slowly down, the last flames barely illuminating his face.

Zhong Tang frowned slightly, and finally saw clearly that the face under the black and gray cloak was actually very young, it looked like he was less than 30 years old.

They wanted to ask something, but the priest stretched out his hand tremblingly, stroked the black bowl on the iron frame, and opened his mouth, saying something that was not very smooth: "I have been waiting here for many years. , have been trying to make up for something."

Li Bizhi raised his eyes, looked at him coldly, and he also glanced at Li Bizhi, and then said, "Make up for the mistakes I made."

"What have you done?" Hearing this, Zhong Tang couldn't help asking.

The priest turned his head and looked at Zhong Tang as if he was about to say something, but in the end he just sighed heavily, and then slowly looked away, as if he was lost in memory.

"Many years ago, I also liked standing on the altar. At that time, when I looked up, what I saw was not heavy stones, but stars all over the sky."

The small town at that time was not filled with death, it was just an ordinary small town in the Xili Desert. They gathered between the river valleys and commercial roads, simply planting or grazing according to the seasons.

Later, the merchants in Dachong taught them how to make wine. The fruits that rarely grow in the desert were mixed with grain, brewing the famous wine aroma, and gradually making this small town rich.

"I am the priest here, and the old people in the city call me Hulesha..." This is the name of the priest passed down from generation to generation in this city. In their language, it means "the sun that sprinkles the valley".

But the young people who grew up with him don't like such a sacred but rigid address. Whenever they see him, they will raise their sun-tanned smiling faces and call him by his real name like when he was a child. : "Abanger."

He also likes this address very much, and he likes the smile when everyone calls him Apang Er.At that time, he only felt that no matter what people called him, he would fulfill his duties as a priest, and illuminate the city forever like the sun that really filled the valley.

The life in the memory seems to be peaceful and endless. In fact, most of the priests in this city have spent their lives in this kind of peace and tranquility.

"Unfortunately, I don't have such good luck." Abang's eyes returned to Zhong Tang, and slowly dimmed: "Because one day, when I was looking at the stars on the altar, I found a scourge. fall from the sky."

As soon as Priest Abang Er's words fell, Li Bizhi moved to protect Zhong Tang behind him, and the wooden sword in his sleeve flashed a cold light.

Abang Er was dazzled by the sword light, hurriedly stepped back a few steps, sat down on the ground and waved his hands, saying: "No, no, I have no other intentions.

think. "

"Besides, what can I do now?"

Zhong Tang also held down Li Bizhi's hand. In his impression, Li Bizhi had never been such a quick-tempered person, but suddenly he understood something.

After all, what happened in the Jinghua Tower left a deep mark in the heart of his senior brother, his Taoist priest.

He does not allow anyone to covet Zhong Tang in front of him, nor does he allow Zhong Tang to make any mistakes in front of him.

"Senior brother," Zhong Tang's eyes were a little sour, but he still hugged Li Bizhi's waist from behind, leaned on his back lightly and said, "Senior brother, let's listen to him and what will happen then?" Not too late."

The sword in Li Bizhi's hand was still facing Abang Er, but after hearing Zhong Tang's words, he still slightly turned his eyes to look at Zhong Tang.

Seeing this, Zhong Tang hurriedly squeezed into his arms, although he didn't say anything, but the faint fragrance of Tang on his body soothed Li Bizhi's mood.

After a while, Li Bizhi finally grabbed Zhong Tang's shoulders, and half retracted the wooden sword.

Seeing this, Priest Abanger seemed to be suddenly relaxed, heaved a long sigh of relief, and then stood up with difficulty while supporting the iron frame with both hands.

"I really don't have any malice...you might as well listen to me continue."

The author has something to say:

I'm guilty……

Been drowsy all weekend and finally woke up

I guess... there are still a dozen chapters to finish?

感谢在2020-10-2823:38:29~2020-11-0122:41:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 357623531;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 119 bottles of bean paste baozi; 2217777928 bottles; 10 bottles of Ning Huaixue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!