mountain god dance

You shall not live forever.

Hearing this decisive sound, Baigu lowered his hand to stop him like a water explosion.

One night in the tea garden, he had a dream. The chapped skin on the back of his hands was like tree bark, and he touched his face, which was so dry that his hands were so dry; his legs were bent and he could only walk forward with a wooden stick. to him.

Only Brother Jiuzhen came to help him, looked at him and said, "Mr., go slowly."

When he woke up, he was terrified, and he was afraid that speaking out would add to Jiu Zhen's troubles and increase his melancholy.

How long you can live is not up to the god of tea.

Ever since they left home, their father and sister have gone away to other cities. They don't know the situation. Were they threatened by the villagers, and did they know the news that Baishui Village was destroyed?Dad is old, what kind of work can he do in that city.The days pass like smoke and water between changing lamps, the torrents under the feet are tumbling, and they will fade away in a moment of wasting, cut off from the world, and mourning in a foreign land.

Geshan is a joke in the world, sigh that my hair is born early.

Lanjian resolutely wanted to throw the mountain pryer to death, Baigu couldn't bear to watch, gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes, soon he heard a few panic shouts behind him, the sound quickly fell from near to far, until it reached the bottom of the valley, and soon recovered The vast silence of a mountain range.

When God wants to kill, he takes human life very, very quickly.

The soul is conceived into a pill every 200 years, the number is limited, embedded in the ground veins, to suppress all phenomena; the beasts and plants on the surface can also have the opportunity to become enlightened by inheriting this soul, transforming people into immortals, and protecting the people from ascending to the heavenly pavilion. This cycle repeats.

Lan Jian felt that his spirit was shaken and started to track down the prying mountaineer, but he was always hidden by those people's tricks. Now he breathed a sigh of relief, even the goshawks sang happily above his head.Looking back at Baigu, but with a gloomy expression on his face, Lan Jian asked, "Are you feeling sorry for the sinner?"

Baigu opened his eyes, in front of him were majestic mountains, jade city and snowy mountains, the majesty of the world, but behind him was the burial place of others, with fragrant peppers and blood.He replied: "Lan Jian, you are killing people, you are a god."

"Sinners since ancient times, if the temple can't deal with the gods, then they will deal with them," Lan Jian replied, "The world is just, and this should be done."

"Punishment without judgment, death without persuasion, what is the law of God?"

"Who decides the law? The law comes from people, where does the Tao come from? The Tao comes from the heart, and the law and the Tao of the people are inferior, and you save me with your heart. Isn't it absurd? If I always follow the people's advice Pray to do it, am I a god or a servant?"

Baigu thought to himself, why do I seem to have heard this before... Then he said: "At least you should teach them first, if people who don't know the law from birth offend you, shouldn't you let the ignorant people understand the truth first? "

"Conscience is the main thing in life, if you don't blame yourself and remorse, and blindly indulge in ignorance, who can stop it?" Lan Jian said naively:

"Don't think that those who make mistakes don't know what they're doing. They know very well, otherwise why ask other gods to hide me, so that I can't see them?"

Baigu wanted to ask the innocent people in Lanjian Baishui village what crimes they had committed. Hell and sitting together is a godsend, but when he came to his mouth, he changed his words:

"... Then, you said that your brother, Jindian, has also killed someone?"

This question stopped Lan Jian and made him silent for a long time.

The long gown is windy, the belt is loose, and Lan Jian seems to be blown away.

"How do I know."

That's what he said at last.

The two went back on the road, Baigu ignored them with a gloomy face, and Lanjian just didn't want to talk to him either.

It is even more silent when the night is dark, the mountains are dark and the clouds are cloudy, the snow is coming, the air is cold, and the fire cannot withstand the wind.Baigu huddled in the stone nest with his arms around his legs and shivered. He felt pain in his nose, forehead and throat when he inhaled the air-conditioning. His eyes were dizzy and his limbs were sore.

He got up again and moved the position of the fire, and slept directly on the roasted ground. The little heat warmed him up, and he was caught by Duke Zhou in an instant, letting out a sigh of relief.

Created a windless space in the haze to look after the clump of cold fire, like a solitary lamp in the darkness of thousands of miles in the southwest, guiding light as small as a star bean in the depths of the clouds, and the breath of heat can warm the traveler's toes .

Lanjian was afraid that it would snow at night and bury him, so he patted Baigu on the shoulder to remind him: "Don't sleep here."

"Well...you don't care about me..."

Baigu replied sleepily, and fell asleep again.

At the beginning, he still disliked the tasteless days of being desolate all day long, but now he only has the idea of ​​surviving well, coupled with exhaustion of physical strength, weak pulse, although the poisonous poison in his body is suppressed by Shan Mi's power, but the farther he goes, the weaker this power becomes. There is a hidden disease in the body that erupts from time to time, quickly exhausting his vitality.

Seeing that he was not moving, Lan Jian helplessly meditated next to the young man.When it was late at night, the clouds were empty and the snow was violent, and the wind and rain fell relentlessly, shaking the sky and the earth.Lan Jian stretched out his hand to wake up Bai Gu, only to see the young man's face was red and he was panting heavily, he was already suffering from a cold and sick.

Lanjian got a headache, Baigu was weaker than Gremian, and he started to get sick on the road, and he couldn't survive for a few hours when he arrived at Daiye's place.

But Gremian insisted on saying, Lanjian, you have to treat the next person well, and you have to promise me.

Shan Ya also said, please take good care of my brother, and I will help you leave the mountain.

Although the years in the mountains are good, he has been imprisoned for too long.

Lanjian thought, this is really a very lucky person.

When Baigu woke up again, he had a splitting headache, and when he pressed his eye sockets, it hurt.He twisted his neck, his eyes were blindingly pale, under the clear sky, the snow turned into clouds and the ground, and the river was frozen.After adapting to his vision for a while, he found that his whole body was hot and humid, sweating all over, and there was a heat that was incompatible with the cold weather.

He raised his head and saw Lan Jian's chin, only then did he realize that this man had actually embraced him, avoiding obstacles all night in a snowstorm.

"Huh?" He made a sound, his throat seemed to be stuck, and it hurt to swallow.

Lan Jian's jaw lowered: "You are sick, continue to sleep."

Baigu couldn't think more, his head drooped, and he continued to close his eyes.

The eastern capital of Luoyang.

Shan Mi looked for his master and heard that he was traveling around and temporarily living in Qingyao Mountain next to Luoyang, so he came here day and night.When I first entered the city, I saw white lamps and white tents in all households. Many passers-by in the street were dressed in white linen and looked solemn. Nanshi was quiet and no one was hawking.

All the way to Changfengwanlihao high-rise building, and the original site here is already in ruins, leaving a few pieces of broken tile pits. It is said that the collapsed bricks, stones and wood have been transported out by car for ten days.

Three and a half months ago, the tall building collapsed suddenly, and that happened to be the day after Baigu left Luoyang and returned to the village.

"Has anyone seen the building fall?"

Shan Mi found a restaurant at random, and asked the idle guy, "It's not ordinary people who destroyed such a tall building overnight."

"Hey, the guest came from afar." The man wiped his nose with a handkerchief, "We are all weird here, but look at the temples in Luoyang City, all the gods are worshiped and asked again and again. Lah, which monk Jingseng gave the Dharma? The whole city has been fascinated by incense and fireworks for a long time, and the nose is smoked to death."

The guy sneezed a few times and wiped his nose with a towel.

"Is there any sound that night?" Shan Mi thought for a while: "Fire, thunder, wind, there are always signs."

"Yes, yes, it rained a little that night, Lei, it's not as loud as the wailing of the wives in the morning, presumably the playful husband and the playful sons lost their lives there... ...There are still many high-ranking officials who feel ashamed and have not reported it."

The clerk shook his head: "Scared the sage. Since the previous emperor killed all 300 people in Chang'an Weizhong, the yin is too heavy, and no one in the palace dares to live in it. I hurried to Luoyang. Where are you guys..."

He lowered his voice: "It is said that resentment has followed."

Shan Mi deduced from his words and denied such words: "Li Ying is cruel, but the souls of ordinary people belong to heaven and earth, and they are unable to do such damage. Luoyang is full of incense, so it is impossible for some dead people to make a name for themselves."

The clerk quickly silenced him: "Hey, the late emperor's eyes are still there, how dare you nominate him."

Sugi smiled and thought silently.After thinking about it for a while, I always feel that this place is inseparable from Baigu. I can start with the leftover fragments and search for any spiritual energy left, so I can roughly determine who made it.

He asked the buddy: "By the way, what is the use of the remaining waste?"

"How can it still be used? Throw it to Luoshui. But when you said that I remembered it, there is an obvious strangeness."

The clerk flicked the handkerchief and pointed it with his finger: "It stands to reason that the people in the building could not be drenched by the rain that night, but the dug up corpses were smashed to pieces, but the clerk said that there was water in their nasal passages! Besides, what's the matter?" The miraculous Xu Niang said that it was a matter of heaven's secrets, not the world..."

Shan Mi clasped his palms together, on the one hand it seemed to confirm his doubts, on the other hand he sighed strangely: just because at that time Baigu had not yet been sacrificed to human beings, Jin and Yunnan had not been seen, Lishui and Luoshui were far apart, where did the fairy hands come from? , Destroyed this tall building that caused his nightmare?