mountain god dance

Sugi pointed at a huge flower canopy, which floated seven or eight inches away from Lanjian's head.The sky is getting more and more prosperous, and the flowers are blooming more and more, leaving a piece of bright frost in the haze, and the sky is fragrant.

"Immortal, don't worry, don't sigh before tricks."

Sumita always looks like he is a little sure about everything, but he doesn't think he is so strong, and said to Lanjian:

"There are many snow lotuses on Liushi Beach. I wove this winter and summer flower cover for Shangxian. It will never wither. It will be enough until I figure out a good way."

But Lanjian turned his back on him and Ilzaghi, and dared not show his current appearance to others.

Frowning, he touched his face tremblingly in the shadows: the flesh and blood burned by the strong light fell off layers of burnt powder, and the granulation pushed away the stiff dead flesh, and slowly stretched out new stubble to heal and form again. Smooth skin and a flawless face that looks the same as ever.

Whether it is a fairy or a ghost, they all have tenacious resilience, but Lanjian knows that he is different, and he continues to survive with an ugly appearance.

Do you still have the faith to live?

"You don't have to keep your promises."

Lan Jian lowered his head and said to Shan Mi behind him: "My divine power is gone, my name has been lost, I can't satisfy anyone's prayers and wishes, and I am no longer their god.

"I wanted to go to a farther place to take a look... Now I can only hide at night. I won't make things difficult for you, you can go."

Shan Mi heard that he was so disappointed, and hurried forward to persuade him: "Shangxian, since the responsibility of the position is not in place, isn't it a good opportunity to go out of the jurisdiction? Xiaoxian just returned from Luoyang today, and the journey back and forth will only take three or four days. If the divine power Attenuation, is it like a tourist riding a carriage and stopping freely? The road is wide, with a shop every ten miles and a post station thirty miles away.

Lan Jian was still silent, as if he was struggling in his heart, he couldn't accept his further decline and depravity, he was afraid of Zhengyang, and he was unwilling to just stare blankly at it.

Shan Mi said again: "In the old days, I was a farm boy who grew up in the paddy fields and deep forests. Immortals were not born in a lowly family like me, so it was inevitable to be depressed and uncomfortable. But you might as well regard walking and wandering as a heroic spirit, and one water can reach the blue sea , Han Guang can be comforting. What can make the immortals happy now is outside these mountains."

Ilzaghi, who stayed aside, silently watched the conversation between the two, knowing that he had met two gods.Taking advantage of their break, she kowtowed to Shan Mi:

"Man of God, I have traveled a lot in the mountains, and I know that this place is definitely not a good road. Thank you for coming, otherwise I will die."

"You'll be fine, I'll heal your wounds when I go down the mountain."

Shan Mi treated her very gently, and added to Lan Jian: "However, the way I came here depends on who I met through - Bai Gu learned the art of gnosis, and he brought me here."

"Baigu is still alive? How can he know fairy art?"

It is a good thing that the young man can escape from birth, and Lanjian also has great doubts: "Could it be that he swallowed the soul of the mountain when he was dying?"

Since it fell into the hands of evil spirits, it must be worse than my own fate, and it must be due to external forces to survive.

And Shan Mi confided the secret plainly: "My younger brother, whom Pan Gaozhi recognized, is the son of the Rain God. The Shangxian knows who the Rain God is better than me, right?"

"Lord Bai Wo is the leader of Cangming, one of the few immortal monarchs in the early days!"

Sure enough, Lan Jian couldn't hide his surprise, and walked around in a circle, and the flower cover on his head followed him:

"After the Grain Rain Banquet that day, I never saw Lord Bai Wo again. If he was still in power, I would not ask the mountain god for help... Will my fate change?

"But he alone took care of the rain, mist and clouds of the past generations. The time has passed for a long time, and the eternal grievances have already entered into his heart coldly. It is understandable for him to leave.

"A fairy like him has descendants... Is this trip the experience of becoming a fairy from a hundred valleys? No wonder there are many twists and turns along the way, and troubles often occur."

Seeing that Lanjian can slowly deduce by himself, Sugiya stands aside and does not correct the error, he is waiting for the opportunity.

Lan Jian tilted his head, thinking carefully: "The two of you do have some similarities, no, they look very similar... I can meet Baigu and walk a certain distance together.

"Master Bai Wo once said that he washed his heart deeply to conform to the will of God. Now that my heart is failing like a sick man, how can I see him, how can I see his son..."

Seeing him say this, Shan Ya's eyes lit up, and she approached and cupped her hands again:

"Why not? Shangxian, the evil spirit is messing around. Even Xiao Baigu doesn't want to sit and wait for death. He is learning fairy art day and night in order to eliminate harm for the people. As for us, let alone let the evil spirit succeed in harming the village. Shangxian Don't you want to avenge yourself, and come back for a day's leisurely excursion?"

Shan Mi finally opened Lan Jian's heart, he clenched his fists in the darkness under the sun, and said in a deep voice:

"Even if I don't have a future, I have to drag him together so that I can't be resurrected!"

……

"Ah, cultivating immortals is too difficult."

Baigu lay on the bed crying and screaming, rubbing his sore thighs: "Father, you probably didn't eat meat when you gave birth to me, and you gave birth to a short-lived and stupid brain."

His father scolded: "Nonsense!"

Baigu: "I've been sitting there for two hours. How can there be any light? I still can't see it."

Originally, Baigu and his father were sitting cross-legged on the couch, learning the formulas and methods taught by his father. At first, he worked hard and carefully, but after half the night, he was so disappointed in himself that he leaned on the bed and shouted.

"If it is easy to practice, there will be nothing difficult in the world."

Bai Wo told him to sit up straight and calm down: "What the eyes see is the 'image', and what the heart sees is the 'spirit'. For example, if you want to find someone now, you have to go beyond the vicissitudes of change and the vicissitudes of life, and use the thoughts in your heart to find people." chase him.

"Thinking has no shape and no end, so it can change from 'nothing' to 'infinity', so that the eyes in the heart have the ability to see the universe."

Baigu opened his eyes wide: "This is very difficult to understand, who can understand it. Isn't it because I lack insight that people deceive me?"

Bai Wo smiled and patted him: "Then be careful, don't you want to know where Jiuzhen is, try to find it."

When Baigu heard him mentioning his brother, he wondered secretly, because Jiuzhen was safe for the time being, he begged his father to learn this "Ghost Art" to find others.

So he asked his father: "Do I have to start with brother?"

Bai Wo was also surprised: "Then who are you looking for?"

"No one." Baigu thought for a while and said: "Is it better to always read the words and deeds of the other party?"

Bai Wo nodded: "Exactly, we should meditate on his person and his actions, and grasp him from the intertwined mountains and rivers formed by the veins of heaven and earth.

"Human thoughts lead to spiritual cultivation, and divine thoughts weave into all dharmas."

Baigu closed his eyes, recited the recited chant three times, took a deep breath of luck, and smelled the rain falling on the bamboo in the middle of the night last night, and it was vaguely warm and green.

He chased the big waves deep in his memory, and stood back in Tingzhou in the water abandoned by the boatman. He was expelled from Baishui Village——

Baigu was more anxious to see, of course, that person.

The tide in Lishui was rising rapidly, Baigu looked down and saw his baggage soaked in the water, the waves swept the river sand, and hit his legs... Qingqin Bamboo Fragrance was completely submerged by the tide of dissent, his nasal cavity was full of fish and shrimp in the river Fishy.

The waves didn't weaken a bit because they flowed in the memory. It pulled Baigu and Lanzhi Chaocao together into the surging torrent, robbing him of his breath.

Baigu floats in the water with difficulty, the suffocation of choking water is intertwined with many thoughts of suffering, the infiltrated thoughts cannot fix the picture, and the multiple similar memories are intertwined, shaking the mountains and rivers, and folding the mist.

He screamed desperately: "Help me, save me!"

... No, not this sentence.What was he shouting before meeting the boatman that day?

He was choked several times before he remembered it, enduring the pain of being confined in his throat, and shouted:

"The sky is unfair, the earth is unfair!"

As soon as the words fell, the only fishing light appeared at the end of the darkness of the world. It was a hero who saw injustice on the road, and he picked up his sword and cut off the sharp claws with malicious intentions.

The fishing light bumped and approached in the clumps of diflowers, and when it came to Baigu, the boatman holding the boat had a tall and burly silhouette: his hair was like silver flowers shining in the night, his clothes were brightly colored, there was endless gold and millet, and there were sparks one after another.Holding a small altar of wine in one hand, like stepping on the side of the flowers, singing the Lishui, calming the wind and waves; awakening the fish, and also arousing Baigu's thinking.

He finally saw the light spirit in his father's mouth, and he captured people from the chaotic world to his own heart.

Suddenly the waves hit the clouds with the floating mountains in the sky, the outline of the boatman was worn away by the shapes of all things, and the torches were scattered to return to the eight poles. Baigu hurriedly swam over to jump into his boat, wanting to say hello to the boatman, but he saw that the "man" was ethereal , is the outline of thousands of firefly spots, there is no entity at all!

What to do, Baigu looked around and wanted to go out to ask his father, but he was not sure if he could get in smoothly.

While fiddling with those light spots and not knowing what to do, the fireflies overflowed from the outline in sequence, floating around Baigu, sending out strong thoughts, and at the same time, a familiar tone echoed in Baigu's ears.

Listen carefully, it is whispering, it is infatuation, it is obsession, it is fascination.

Baigu's chest felt hot, looking at the blank figure, he wanted to fill him up.

Immediately, a plate of white porcelain paint appeared in his hand, and he dipped his hands in bluestone powder to paint the water dragon on the boatman's chest, and painted the bright human figure with free hands, like painting a distant god as a lover.Gold-painted white clouds embellished with red wheels, dragon eyes, stone-brown corrugated cloak, three-color coral beads on the neck, a variety of pendants on the belt around the waist, and bird feathers falling from the ears.

As for the face... Baigu's fingers paused, thinking that no ink could describe his lover.

"Lover."

He called weakly: "What did you say?"

The man's face burst out of the virtual image in an instant, revealing specific facial features, handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, worthy of a sentence of boundless elegance.Different from his father, this man's edges and corners are flamboyant and unrestrained.

Baigu watched him eagerly, seeing him come out of the dream and turned back into the dreamer again. The root of his nose and the corner of his forehead started to ache, and the pain was throbbing moment by moment, as if he had burned himself to see him own life.

Baigu was deceived by a man with the same face before, and now his passion has reached his throat, so he has to force himself to calmly ask him: "Do you still recognize me? Who am I?"

Jin Dian's eyeballs moved, extremely stiff and dry, he narrowed his eyes from looking into the void to get closer, recognized the person clearly, and called him in a voice that had been thirsty for 100 years: "Baigu, do you miss your lover yet. "

He is very different from the voice in those memories, because the voice should be different when falling in love and after breaking up.

Baigu felt wronged, he had suffered a lot to see him again, why is it so difficult.

He buried his face on Jin Dian's body, and called out, "Master!"

Jin Dian put his arms around him with difficulty: "Baigu, my Baigu, how are you? Didn't you leave me behind, did you come to find me?"

Baigu said sullenly: "I won't leave again, I won't leave you for anything again."

Jin Dian breathed weakly, kissed Baigu's eyes, and put his tears on his lips, like a businessman who has been in the desert for a long time to find the wine left over from 1000 years ago, and evaporated to only one drop.

"You cried so much when you went up the mountain that day. I knew that you must regret it." Jin Dian smiled weakly: "Baigu, I am now..."

Baigu was listening to Jindian's words, when suddenly his face hurt, and he lost his mind for an instant, breaking the connection with Jindian.

"Huh?" Baigu opened his eyes and saw his father's angry expression.

He froze for a moment, then quickly loosened his arms from his father's neck, wiped the drool on his father's face, pulled off his father's hand that was about to slap him a second time, turned his head and got under the quilt inside.

——No, live, la!

When he learned this technique for the first time, he couldn't control the words and deeds in his mind, he just said what he thought in his heart, and turned to his father in reality!

"I'm so pissed off, what kind of fairy art is cheating people all day long."

Baigu hid under the quilt and couldn't come out, his face and neck became hotter and hotter with embarrassment, and he kicked the bed board hard: "If it's not for saving people, I don't want to learn at all!"

"You're still reasonable. Is this what you were asked to learn?"

Bai Wo looked at the bulging thin quilt, and kicked him: "It's a 'lover' and a 'sister-in-law'... When did I pass by, why didn't I see it, and still shouted so dearly?"

Baigu yelled "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh": "You lost me, why don't I just go find someone else? They treat me well, how can I not be tempted!"

He showed a pair of eyes to reiterate: "Be nice to me!"

Bai Wo pressed his lips tightly, feeling a pang in his heart.He felt that the most important link in his destiny had been stolen.

The son who had been raised for nearly a hundred years no longer belonged to him after only twenty years.Doesn't it look like the five grains nourished by spring rain and autumn rain in a timely manner are finally harvested to fill the barn?

He has been gracious to the world, and the world has all kinds of joys apart from Him.Perhaps the son would be happier if he left him.

Bai Wo knew that Ying Xingzheng had dust and would return to Tianmai at any time, and his dilapidated body would be stored in a small mortal grave in the future. Why not agree to Baigu's request and choose a companion for him... as a father sighed.

Jiuzhen is a child who looks like him since he was a child. He is familiar with his generosity and character. He has a bookish atmosphere that is rare among farmers.

Let him do it, just arrange it like this.

Bai Wo had a hard time opening his mouth, and finally suppressed his strange emotions, and he stumbled and said, "... When Jiuzhen came to me, he told me frankly that he was willing to take care of you, and that you, too, would like his words... "

Baigu opened the quilt, revealing a flushed little face: "Huh? What does it have to do with Brother Jiuzhen?"

Bai Wo frowned.

Baigu immediately knew that he had made a mistake. According to Brother Jiuzhen's true temperament, he must be serious about having such absurd flings with him in the tea garden. Maybe he would immediately kneel down and call his father-in-law to propose marriage as soon as he saw his father. !

Sure enough, Bai Wo pressed him, "Who exactly did you see just now?"

"...No, I don't know!" Baigu got into the quilt again, pretending to be a fool: "I don't know!"

"Where's Brother Jiuzhen?" Bai Wo tore off his quilt: "You don't like Jiuzhen?"

"I like it." Baigu wanted to fool his father: "I like everything."

"'All' is who else?!"

Bai Wo got off the bed immediately, looking for firewood sticks everywhere to beat the child: "Today/You can't pretend if you want to."

Baigu was afraid, and shouted: "Okay, I saw another one I like, why can't the two like it together?"

Bai Wo covered his heart, as if he was seriously ill: "What kind of bad words are you talking about, you have the nerve to say it."

Baigu was also anxious, and sat up straight as if going all out: "Didn't you tell me to confess, I'll tell you the truth, I still like it, I like it..."

He felt that the deceased Zhuwei must be counted among the people he liked, so he gave his father three fingers: "I like three people in total, and they are all good people!"

Bai Wo's eyes stared straight, seeing his boastful appearance, he was so angry that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.Others saw him suddenly calm down, not knowing what he was thinking about.

What can Baigu do, he has to hold his feet and wait and see, and then remembers where Lanjian went, Zhuwei... Will he be reincarnated again?Can gnosis explore the underworld?

His father was serious, and Baigu kindly tried to persuade him: "Father, I can think clearly about this matter. I drink poisoned wine and don't recognize people as one. Anyone who saves my life must pay back. Now that you have entrusted your heart to me , I can’t leave it alone, I’ll keep it safe.”

"You can't afford it."

There are early birds chirping, trying to wake up the sky.Bai Wo picked up a stool and sat down, and asked slowly: "These three people you like, do they know each other's situation?"

"Hmm... probably don't know." Baigu shook his head: "I haven't had time to say it yet."

"Then don't say it." His father warned: "I'm afraid you will die in the hands of evil spirits in the future."

Baigu got under the quilt again: "I'm going to find Brother Jiuzhen! Let me see what he's doing..."

"Except for Jiuzhen, you have to cut off contact with everyone else."

Bai Wo ordered: "Don't come any closer. If you become an immortal and don't abstain from desire, what kind of way can you cultivate?"

Baigu made a face under the quilt: "Hmph, when I bring him over, you will know how nice he is when you see him."

Bai Wo was angry that he was getting more and more disobedient, so he picked up a firewood stick and hit his son's ass: "Am I the one who runs a slave house, and all good people go home?"

……

White grass and yellow sand, desolate Sailiu, the moon shines on the wall, and there is no owner for thousands of years. Baiwo has never given a drop of rain and dew here.

The river dried up 8000 years ago, and Huqi, a relative of the Gan Dynasty, occasionally passed by far away, bringing up flying sand that pierced the sky and cracked the earth.

Jin Dian was pressed eight feet below it, unable to turn over or breathe.A skinny broad-eared fox repeatedly dug the hole until its claws bleed. When the wind came, it covered the hole it had worked so hard for.

This is the flowing sand sea, which is the burial place chosen by Xiao Jun to pay homage to He Bo.

Jin Dian's life is in danger. He lost his inner alchemy and couldn't escape the body-binding curse cast by the demon. Not only his body was held captive, but his Si Yi was also restrained.

He waited and waited, and was about to fall in ignorance. For whom would that vain witch and miserable woman jump into the river and throw her flesh in the future?

But Baigu broke into his frightened dream, bringing Li Shuiyuan's original mist, the young man woke him up with wet eyes, and told him with a kiss: I want to see you.

Jin Dian moved his fingers, and a few grains of sand trembled.

"...one of the names in the sacrificial book, Sha Qian."

Jin Dian read out the name, took its implication as magic power, and used the power from the sacrifice for his own use. The yellow sand migrated, illusioned as ruthless flowing water, supporting his body and gushing out; the sparse and sour soil wandered through the waves, The waves are formed endlessly.

As long as Li Shui is still there, his source will never dry up.He Bo turned over and stepped on the yellow sand, just like when he was riding the boat with shocking waves, lightning and flashing clouds in the dry sky for thousands of years, thunderbolts cut across, and the sea of ​​sand was navigable——

"Those who bully me will tear you to pieces!"

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When I saw a Weibo post that was careless, even if it was poorly written, I had to show it to others

I changed it for several days and I can't change it. I hope you don't think my writing is too bad...