It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Indistinctly, it is about to go.

The fate book fell into Yin Cong's palm, and Yin Cong stared at Feng Xingyi.

His soul is riddled with holes, and he is the old Shen Ke.Now it is about to dissipate, just standing in this quaint dusty ancestral hall, the moon is in the sky outside, and the cold wind is blowing.

He is amazingly talented, punishes evil and eliminates evil, walks in the world, and is finally buried in the deep mountains and jungles silently, and his soul dissipates at the end.

Slowly, it disappeared at all.

Yin Cong stood where he was, without moving for a while.

Feng Quan walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, and leaned over to look at Yin Cong's face:

"Stop crying?"

The complicated emotions dissipated in an instant, Yin Cong looked at Feng Quan sullenly, and raised his hands to twist his ears.Feng Quan let him move, took a look at Yin Cong, and said:

"I'm so much taller than you."

Yin Cong and Feng Quan walked out of the ancestral hall, and suddenly asked: "Does the Celestial Master also have a 'Tao' to pursue?"

"Naturally." Feng Quan said.He looked a little far away, where the stars were bright and the sky was vast, a night sky that would never be seen in a brand new city.

"Pedestrians walk on the road, and they are called Taoists. The teacher of heaven and earth, and the people are called heavenly masters."

Yin Cong sighed, "Mr. Feng Xingyi, you are worthy of a celestial master."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "What about me?"

Yin Cong glanced at him and said critically, "Barely."

"Okay, whatever your boyfriend says is right."

Yin felt hot from the tips of his ears and didn't reply to him.

Feng Quan said: "After you go back, I have a surprise for you."

No matter how Yin Cong reacted after speaking, he went straight to the female ghost and the little ghost over there.

This is a mother and son.

"What are your plans?" Feng Quan looked at them and asked.

The child grinned, tugged on the female ghost's skirt, and shouted:

"Mother--"

The female ghost looked at the sleeping villagers outside, and tears seemed to glisten in her eyes.

"I want to leave."

Feng Quan said: "You will still be mother and son in the next life."

The female ghost was full of yin and resentment, but at this time she smiled at Feng Quan, with a demure and beautiful meaning.

"……Thank you."

Feng Quan shrugged, "You're welcome."

The talisman was stroked in the air, with a slight white soft light.The mother and child are shrouded in a white twilight, and the smile has a sense of tranquility.

Feng Quan pointed his finger in front of the two ghosts:

"...The Supreme Commander, Super Ru Lonely Soul."

The memory swirls back to ten years ago, when she and her child were captured by a group of people on the mountain.

Climb across the rocky Lingshan, the village hidden in the jungle.The eyes of these old people were devoid of any liveliness, as if they were looking at a dead object, looking at a group of outsiders who were tied together.

"Bless God, we will be free from disease and disaster in the coming year."

They were put into coffins one by one. She was terrified, but the person called the village chief who surrounded her stopped her.

She hugged her child tightly.

The village head squinted, his pupils were cloudy: "Bring the child here."

The people around came forward to snatch her child from her arms, but she refused, and those people broke her arm.

Lying on the ground crying, she saw the village head hooking the child's chin, looking at him for a while, and asked:

"Who is your father?"

The child cried out in horror: "Wow - you hit my mother -"

The village head pinched the child's chin with his skinny fingers to prevent him from making a sound, "Who is your father?"

The child's tongue was bitten by himself, choking blood from his mouth, "My, my father's name is, my name is Yu Xing..."

The village chief suddenly said, "Oh, it's my eldest nephew."

Turning to the person next to him, he said:

"Just this, dedicated to Yingshen."

These villagers killed her children and threw them into the cauldron.She couldn't save her child, her limbs were all broken, and she lay on the side of the dirty mud and watched the villagers kneeling in front of the ancestral hall, worshiping with reverence:

"Yingshen, this is the flesh and blood of our village, sacrificed to you, bless us with no illness, and die naturally."

"Yingshen, the ghosts and immortals we worship, bless us, so that we can die on this land forever."

The women were imprisoned to wait for the next year's sacrifice.She held her baby's body and waited and waited.

In this wicked village.

There are no young people here, no children, only a group of old people.

Young people go out to work and seek a better life, leaving the elderly and children here.Child, the child was sold by these old people. They had nightmares all night long, and suddenly one day the ancestor "lived", and they found this cauldron buried next to the ancestor's coffin.

This is a cauldron that can bring their ancestors and this land back to life.

Must be.

If Lu Juan wants to determine right and wrong, then they will sacrifice ghosts and immortals, as long as they can sleep forever in this land.

Later, holding the child's decomposed body, she finally found a chance to escape from the village.She was exhausted and the broken bones in her limbs could not support her, so she got lost in the mountain jungle and could never go down the mountain.

And her husband, who works at the foot of the mountain, agreed to move to the town to live closer to his hometown, so why didn't he come back.

The last bit of soul breath left in the distance disappeared, Feng Quan sighed, turned to Yin Cong and said:

"Go and pick up Lan Xiang and the others."

Feng Xingyi's soul dissipated, and the yin and resentment hanging over the village also dissipated with the departure of those ghosts, and the "domain" of the village disappeared.

At the entrance of the village, the two found a group of people who were tied up in a ball and thrown on the ground, shivering in the cold wind.When Lan Xiang saw Feng Quan, he almost wept with joy, sucked the frozen snot, and said emotionally:

"Feng Quan, you're finally here! If you don't come, we'll be frozen to death!"

Feng Quan untied the rope for them and asked, "When did you come out?"

Lan Xiang replied: "More than half an hour ago, I suddenly appeared here, and I was about to freeze!"

Feng Quan patted Lan Xiang on the shoulder, "Stand up and move around, warm up and go out."

The rest wept with joy:

"Really? Great!"

"Finally we can leave this ghost place!"

The morning light is faint, slowly rising from the distant mountains, brightening the world.The crowd walked cautiously down the mountain along a path overgrown with weeds where the original footprints could hardly be discerned.

Feng Quan quietly called Shang Yang to his side, looked at his forehead, and said:

"Well, you didn't go crazy last night, did you?"

Shang Yang snorted, "You're crazy! I'm fine! — By the way," he rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Quan suspiciously, "You're not surprised at all, when did you know I'm not human? "

"Want to know why?" Feng Quan squinted at him.

Shang Yang nodded.

Feng Quan stretched out his hand to measure Shang Yang's height, and sighed, "Because you've always been so short, I knew it the day I smuggled you out to get a haircut."

Shang Yang said angrily, "I'm not short!"

A loud cock crowed from the foot of the mountain, and Shang Yang was startled, his expression froze instantly.Feng Quan could see that he was terribly frightened, so he deliberately said:

"By the way, I'm going to tell Uncle Liang when I get back. You can raise a group of roosters in the Taoist temple. Put them on the Nanxing Mountain, and they will crow at dawn. How artistic! The rooster's hairstyle looks good, don't you think?"

Shang Yang was so frightened that his teeth were chattering, but Yin Cong couldn't see it, and said, "Don't scare him."

Feng Quan laughed for a while, and suddenly his expression became certain.

Yin Cong keenly noticed the change in Feng Quan's expression, tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"what happened?"

Feng Quan suddenly looked behind him, "I forgot one thing, you go back with me and take a look."

When we got back to the mountain, the sky was completely bright.The small village is in a corner, shrouded in the morning sun, with golden floating lights jumping on it.

And those villagers all stood at the entrance of the village, looking at Feng Quan and Yin Cong who came up from the path.

Feng Quan and Yin Cong looked at each other.

There are only more than 30 old people in the village. They are thin and torn, and their empty torsos stand in front of this dilapidated village.The village is very old, without any bright colors; at the entrance of the village, where the trail begins, there is an earth wall with a small blackboard, half peeled off.

In front of the small blackboard is a big rock, on which a child sits.

One after another, groups of children came here playing and playing, and then young people, men and women, came here talking and laughing.

One after another, people gathered here.Such excitement is hidden in this small village.

They are all people from this village.

They were born here and left without any regrets.

They just stopped for a while and then left.

Then they never came back.

Feng Quan looked at them, and suddenly said softly:

"You should leave."

The head of the village head looked up at him.

The white hair is withered, the eyes are cloudy, and they are about to return to the loess.

"It's all gone." Feng Quan said, "No one will come again."

The village chief nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, in the midst of the rays of the sun, so many crowded and lively people suddenly fell to the ground, turning into a fluttering cloud of dust.It fell to the ground and there was nothing.

Seeing all this, Yin Cong frowned and then relaxed, "They're long gone?"

"That's right," Feng Quan looked at the quiet and silent village in front of him, "It's long gone, but only people are gone."

Yin Cong also looked at the village in front of him, and there was a winding path right in front of him.

"They're not ghosts either."

"Of course, not even ghosts, just shadows."

"It's not a shadow," Yin Cong said, "it's the memory of this village."

Feng Quan chuckled and nodded, "That's right, memory."

The two turned around again and slowly walked away side by side.Behind them is a quiet small village, surrounded by hillsides. In winter, there is only a layer of withered grass, and children often play on it; this staggered winding and vivid path is where generations of them walk. Come out; there is a small blackboard at the entrance of the village, a big stone under the tree, and a bird's nest on the tree.

A gust of wind blew over, and the dead leaves on the branches in the distant mountains and forests collided with each other and made a crackling sound.Dust kicked up and dead leaves rolled on the path.

With the wind, something rises above the village, flutters, and gradually goes to the distance.

After everyone in the program group went down the mountain, they ate a big meal and had a good night's sleep. Then they remembered to call the police. The answer given by the police was that the last old man in Yugu Village died three years ago. passed away, and there was no one there after that.There may be young people who have come out of the village outside, but they have not been able to be contacted, and no one has come back.

Everyone didn't listen carefully to the second half of the sentence, but just the first few sentences, they were so shocked that they were covered in cold sweat.

Only Yu Guanghan had a dull expression after that.

There was a new resident, Yin Cong, in the small homestay. Feng Quan originally planned to pay his rent by himself, but the director refused to agree, and even discussed with him with a face, so that Yin Cong could also show his face on the show.Feng Quan sternly refused, and returned to the room to tease Yin Cong after finishing the day's task every day.

But Yin Cong could still bear to leave without turning around.

After the filming of the program was finished, Feng Quan did not leave with Lan Xiang and the others, and even abducted Shang Yang.Abducting the man to stay, looking at him is quite disgusting:

"Our two-person world, we have to plug in one of you... Well, forget it, just bear with it, who made me promise you before."

Shang Yang was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly.

Feng Quan said, "Let's go, treasure hunting!"

He and Yin Cong strode ahead, chatting as they walked:

"Before I died, there was a huge amount of treasures, all of which were on the Mausoleum Mountain. I will give it all to you, a betrothal gift!"

With Feng Quan's heavy schoolbag on his back, Shang Yang followed behind with short steps, humming and humming.While chasing, he thought, he must take all of Feng Quan's treasures away!

Walk away with two trousers and a hat!

After the return trip, Guan Ying did not see Yu Guanghan for several days.He had no choice but to find a part-time job as an online translator, so that he could replace the broken tables, chairs and benches in the master's shop.

The people from the Sculpture Association asked him to tell the master that the association's activity funds for this year have not been approved, and the subsidies for this year and next two years are also gone.The master is unwilling to sell his works, so don't look at Master Yu Guanghan's glamorous name, but in fact his family is poor.

... Guan Ying's own situation is similar.

His parents didn't care about him long ago. After three years of persistence, they let go of saying that even if they met him begging on the road, they would not support him a penny.Guan Ying didn't ask for anything, his parents hoped that he would have a job that everyone else envied, a salary that others couldn't help but praise, and that his house and car were well organized.

However, Guan Ying is interested in this small shop of the master.

The store doesn't sell anything, it's just for appreciation, although there is no one there all day long.The doorway is sparse, and the first thing to enter the door is a wooden shelf with a lot of carvings.One next to it is a bedroom, the other is a studio, and there is a backyard, where the master writes calligraphy with a brush on horseback in the early morning.

—He likes this life, no matter what other people think.

When a classmate asked him where he is in high school now, he couldn't answer, and after he said it, he was ridiculed.It is said that the times are changing, and the old ones can never be kept, but Guan Ying feels that even if he is 45, [-], or even the last moment of his life, he will not regret it.

He is walking on a road full of thorns.

As long as he doesn't fall himself, no one can defeat him.

But Yu Guanghan, whom Guan Ying hadn't seen all day, actually went back to Anfeng quietly.

Climbing up Lingshan, he saw the familiar small village in front of him.

Dilapidated, filled with a smell of decay.The dust is frozen, and even the wind is very still.

He sat on the stone at the entrance of the village, beat his legs, and lit a cigarette.

When he was young, he would always climb up this rock and look down the mountain, hoping for a figure to appear.

His parents who left their hometown, his elders who left their hometown, and his friends who left their hometown.

Later, he also chose to leave his hometown.

Since he left the village, there have been no more children here.

At night, he had a dream.

In the dream, it was Yugu Village, but not the dilapidated village now.

It was a long alley with low old earthen houses on both sides; there was a locust tree at the entrance of the village, and the sky was very bright.