Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

On the day when the new sword tower was built, it rained all night in Wilderness River.

When the sky is twilight, a thick and damp poisonous barrier covers the rolling mountain forest, and a few green leaves protruding from the lead-colored mist are stained with dew, and the green is strangely beautiful.

"Crack."

The sound of boots crushing dead branches and leaves came from far and near, and the wet soil left a long series of fresh marks. A Taoist priest in dark clothes braved poisonous obstacles to step into this silent deep forest.

He stopped in front of a small clearing.

There are several old trees in the surrounding barbaric forests, with thick branches stretching in all directions, and the lush and elongated branches and leaves occupy the sky, strangling the bright white morning light into pieces.

The Taoist realized that someone had come here before him.

In front of him, someone was kneeling quietly on the dry ground with his back to the Taoist.

—It was a very young man.

He seemed to have been sitting withered for a long time, so that the fallen leaves buried all traces of this place, and the silvery white cloth was just dragging along the ground, soaked by the dew all night, and stained with dirty dust.

As he got closer, Taoist realized that there was still someone in his arms, and he was embraced by both hands cherishingly, only a few strands of lifeless white hair emerged, like frost and snow inadvertently caught between the folds of his sleeves.

And he raised his porcelain-white chin slightly, with long and messy black hair drooping wildly, as if he was looking for the source of the mist and snow, and he seemed to be staring at the unknown gods and Buddhas above the nine heavens.

A beam of white light slanted down on his neck through the layers of branches and leaves, and the skin glowed with jade, like a gray and white sculpture hanged here by a jade belt.

"Fellow Taoist, you are polite." The Taoist saluted with his sleeves folded.

"..."

No one responded.

The Taoist didn't bother, and took his steps lightly.

In the cracks in the rotten branches and leaves and the muddy black soil, there is a little warm light shining.

The Taoist bent down his thin body, flicked up his dark sleeves, and his fingers with neatly manicured nails picked apart the small piece of fallen leaves, looking for something.

The damp earthy smell kept penetrating into the tip of his nose, and he finally dug out the buried thing—it was a jade wishful handle.

He held Yu Ruyi carefully, and carefully wiped off the soil debris in the engraving with white silk, and it was as smooth as new from the tail.

Up to the head of the handle... There is a very deep flaw there, which splits from the inside to the outside, destroying the value of the whole piece of jade Ruyi.

The Taoist sighed softly, inaudible: "It's because I came back late."

Perhaps disturbed by his movements, the man tilted his head in a slight arc, his long hair fell from his shoulders like flowing clouds, and a dry voice escaped from his throat:

"lay down."

"Fellow Daoist, did you drop this?"

"roll!"

The Taoist couldn't see his face clearly, so he asked calmly, "Is Yu Ruyi's soul safe?"

That voice was unexpectedly unpleasant, not because of the difficulty caused by thirst and not speaking for a long time, but because it was roasted by fire, scraped by knives, and destroyed into potholes, leaving only the hoarseness of air whistling on the sand.

The young man was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if Ping had exhausted all his strength, and there was only tiredness in his voice: "...my wish is over, all rest in peace."

The Taoist narrowed his eyes: "That's good."

Afterwards, the Taoist stepped forward, stopped three steps away from the young man, picked a clean broad leaf and placed it on the muddy ground as a chassis, and reluctantly placed Yu Ruyi on it, and said sincerely: "Thank you for this matter." friend."

"I didn't do anything, and this thing doesn't belong to me, it's..." The young man lowered his head, and let out a short breath between his lips and teeth, "My Taoist companion."

"..."

There was a rustling sound when the hem of the clothes was lifted, but the Taoist didn't leave just then, instead he didn't mind the dirt all over the floor, and sat on the ground.Immediately afterwards, he took out a bunch of things from his sleeve and placed them one by one, including a neatly cut section of green bamboo, a short blade with a silver handle that cuts iron like mud, a stack of thin silkworm paper, several jars of paste, wrapped around Wooden shuttles for cotton thread...even a homemade wolf pen.

The Taoist held the short blade calmly, and skillfully split the green bamboo into bamboo grates of the same size and thickness with the short blade.

In the long dead silence, there was only the rustling of silkworm paper rolled by the cold wind. After a long time, the young man's inaudible voice sounded faintly: "You, can you gather souls?"

"My master knows." The Taoist combined the bamboo strips into a pile, piled them aside, and began to measure and cut the paper. When the word "master" was mentioned, it was ordinary, without any meaning or emotion.

He was like an ordinary person doing homework, and he said, "He is not from Lizhou, but he has lived in Lizhou for a long time, and he has taken in many apprentices and taught them many things, but there is no one Learning to gather souls, I thought it was something outside of Kyushu, the three thousand worlds are so vast, maybe there is such a mysterious Taoism, or a special physique, strange inheritance or something that can make people have such supernatural powers, but I have been to many, many places, but I have never seen a second person who can gather souls, and naturally I will not, maybe, it is the "unique" copy given to him by "Tao"..."

"He's dead." The young man interrupted him impatiently.

"I know, you deserve what you deserve, and you can't blame others." The Taoist paused, and began to tinker with the paste, "Besides, even if my master is still alive, I probably can't save him."

When the ending of the last word fell, the Taoist gaze fell on the strand of white hair. It has been so long, enough for the Taoist to taste a taste or two from it: "The evil force of the world is back, he should not even be able to keep his body... ..."

The Taoist frowned, touched his chin, seemed to be thinking about something, he didn't even notice that his cheeks were covered with paste, and when he touched the blood scabs on the young white skin like a corpse, he suddenly realized: "So it's like this, You used a life contract, no wonder."

The so-called fate contract is nothing more than a fate star as a contract, soul and soul depend on each other, and they live and die together.

And since the person in his arms can make this decision, he will definitely not implicate the Taoist companion, let alone plant a life contract, so he can guess what the young man did at the last moment without thinking too much about the Taoist.

However, in the end he was not buried, and the person in his arms did not wake up.

The corners of her lips were slightly pursed, showing a bit of unbearable.

No wonder the young man of the Demon Race was angry, even if he was intimidating, he could only drive him away with words. It turned out that he had already been severely injured and was powerless.

"It's not fair."

The young man murmured and repeated, the strength in his voice became heavier and heavier, and the poisonous barrier that filled the river of wilderness shyly avoided, "This is not fair! This is so unfair!"

The Taoist calmly picked up the pen and dipped in the loose ink.

The young man lowered his head, his face shrouded in shadows, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "I can't figure it out, why should the one who destroyed the world testify, and the person who saved this grass and tree should bear all the punishments? What is this?" reason?"

When the Taoist wrote, the tip of the hair never trembled in the slightest.

The young man shouted angrily: "Why!"

The complicated and ancient symbols are completed in one breath. The Taoist threw the rough brush aside, held up the white paper with both hands, and took a breath at the calligraphy.

The young man's questioning sound filled his ears, and the Taoist picked up a dead leaf beside him and stretched it over.

The leaves are pitted and gnawed by insects, and the edges are rotting irregularly. The old green withered yellowish brown gray gradually progresses from the inside to the outside, and the green leaves are clear at a glance from flourish to wither.

Afterwards, the Taoist tiptoed to pick a bunch of flower buds from the branches facing the sun, and neatly placed them together with the dead leaves.

Pearl-sized flower buds are clustered together, some are still young, while others have revealed new buds, timidly emitting fragrance, but at the moment of branch breaking, there is no day of full bloom.

The Taoist said, "It's probably like a flower and a leaf."

People have birth, old age, sickness and death, trees withered and flourished in four seasons, and a continent and a world will naturally go from prosperity to decline in the mighty river of time.

The young man, as stiff as a stone statue, shuddered, picked up the flower branch tremblingly, and pressed it against his unconscious cheek.

The god is Ye. He collects and refines resentment, anger and ignorance in the world. The evil fires from all directions eat away at Kyushu like maggots attached to the bones, causing Kyushu to lose in just a hundred years. In the end, Kyushu was destroyed. It refers to the god who has occupied the magpie's nest and has acted on behalf of the sky.

Lianzhongjun is a flower whose branches are broken in the middle and crushed into mud.

It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong.

See what method to use.

The Taoist frowned: "He may not know other ways, but judging from the current results, he just chose a way to benefit the common people."

The young man shrugged his shoulders, half laughing and crying: "Stupid."

I don't know whether to scold the thief or the man in his arms.

The Taoist shook his head.

He began to build bamboo fences, and naturally talked about the old things: "My master once said that there are thousands of Taoism in the world, and there are thousands of great powers. It is called fairy spirit power, and evil spirits devour corpses, flesh and blood to give birth to filthy power. The demons use the seven emotions and six desires to prove the Tao as magic power... There are more strange and weird powers outside of Kyushu, and among them, there is one called "" May "strength, even unarmed women and children, naive and childish children, old and weak old people, as long as they are sincere, they can be driven."

"The so-called "what the people want, what everyone expects" and "those who gain the way will be helped more, and those who have lost the way will be helped less", are nothing more than this."

"One of the sons of destiny in the three thousand worlds is said to have come from this."

"He also told a biography that in order to save the dead, a nameless immortal sealed the mana and spent a hundred years with a mortal body to pray for the power of the lamp... Although in the end I couldn't get what I wanted, but I have walked a lot There are similar myths and rumors everywhere.”

"I've heard it." The young man said dryly, "In the mirror of all beings."

After the Taoist pasted up the lantern paper, he stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

"My master doesn't believe in wish power, he probably believes in real strength, but for the brothers and sisters who died in the battle, he still asked each of us to make a Kongming lantern." The Taoist walked up to the young man for the first time, Kneeling down halfway, he handed over the wish lamp he had just made.

The young man raised his head slowly.

The messy long hair passed through the eyebrows and eyes, and wet the cheeks, slightly covering one eye. The exposed eye was in good shape, but with black eye bags, and the godless pupils were like solidified gold nuggets. Can't find focus.

"It's been a long time since I've done it, I'm a bit unfamiliar with it, but." The Taoist maintained the movement of handing the lamp: "I hope to do my best."

It was an ordinary Kongming lantern, nothing special about it, it could only be called regular in shape.

However, the ink-colored fonts on the white lamp paper are vigorous and free-spirited, very eye-catching.

——That is a word "wish".

The lonely spot of light falls on the most sincere heart, reflects into the depths of the peach blossom, and lights up the golden moon struggling in the dark.

Zhong Ying raised his hand to pick it up, grasped the first point of "willing power", and asked with trembling lips: "...I thought that you left everything and would never come back."

In front of him was an ordinary-looking Taoist, wearing dark clothes that could resist dirt, and wearing a refreshing bun. The only thing that caught the eye was the eye-catching cloth strips. How can a man be blind."

"The fallen leaves return to their roots, and the wanderer returns to his hometown. By the way, an old matter is settled, that's all." Daozu felt indebted, "It's just that this is something that my teacher should have solved..."

Daozu picked up his hand, his generous palm seemed to be rubbing the back of Zhong Ying's head, and finally he just patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "I'm sorry for you."

In an instant, Zhong Ying sobbed, and when he covered his eyes, the shaved eyelashes of his palms were a little wet.

……

The Taoist left silently.

He walked through the poisonous barriers in the forest and merged with the thick fog. Even the immortals of the earth could not find a trace of it, as if it had never existed.

Finally, Daozu stopped at the ruins of the Taoist Temple on Longshou Peak, looked around, and found nothing familiar with what he saw, then searched his body and found a straw cage.

Pull the buckle, and a series of fireflies can't wait to fly out.

These small stars are scurrying in the fog, embellishing the ruins like the starry sky when the sky is about to brighten.

"I saw your former residence." Daozu put his hands behind his back, "There is nothing there, only a few Liuying came back."

Without further thought, he patted the dust on the grass cage and was about to leave, but saw a little starlight falling into it.

Daozu closed the buckle.

"I'll take you back..."