Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

In Huangquan Minghai, there is no grass for hundreds of miles. It is extremely cold and dry. The bare ground is full of gravel and black stones.The frosty wind rolled up dust and sand all over the sky, and when it blew on the face, it hurt like a knife.

Xiao Zhongyuan formed a protective barrier to cover the three of them, such an environment is indeed a place where no living beings can get close.

Qin Ge blocked his approach, opened the protective barrier, and the lavender light flowed: "Let me come, you must do your best to resist the invasion of corpse aura. The corpse aura is permeating here, and it is easy to stimulate the demon poison in your body."

Huangquan Minghai is the only way to go to the underworld, the closer to Huangquan Minghai, the heavier the corpse.Countless transparent souls gather from all directions, and some souls who miss the world wander around the shore.There is a green corpse aura floating in the sea of ​​the underworld. This is the corpse aura gathered by evil spirits for many years. When you get close, you can still hear the howling of ghosts and wolves in the underworld.The soul on the bridge accidentally fell into the sea of ​​darkness, and saw thousands of evil spirits floating up, tearing and sinking in an instant.

A blood-colored narrow stone bridge crosses the sea of ​​darkness, without handrails, and thorny thorns cling tightly to the bridge deck, only souls without perception can walk across it.After passing through the Naihe Bridge, drinking Meng Po soup on the Wangxiang Terrace, you will forget the past and enter the underworld to wait for the new reincarnation of the six realms.

Forget Chuan Qiu boil this life, drink a bowl and empty it out, the three generations are all predestined by cause and effect, and the six paths of reincarnation are not in a hurry.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what joy is there in life, and why bother in death.

Jun Fu was a little dazed, why did such a scene feel somewhat familiar?It's as if countless times I have walked through here.

Xiao Zhongyuan was also amazed at the sight of the Underworld Sea of ​​the Underworld: "The Underworld Sea of ​​the Yellow Spring is so vast, how can we find the Nether Grass?"

Qin Geyao pointed to the shore not far away: "There seems to be a ghost messenger, you can catch him and ask."

On the vast bare land, a bare tree suddenly grew, with only dark branches, no leaves, and no flowers. However, under the tree, there was an old man shaking a cattail fan and cooking soup.

Xiao Zhongyuan approached, and Wen Ran asked: "Old man, what kind of soup do you sell? I only heard of Mengpo soup on Wangxiang Terrace, but I don't know that there are other restaurants on Huangquan Road."

The old man beckoned the three of them to sit down, stroked his white beard and said, "Po Meng is cooking soup on the Wangxiang Terrace. That's her duty. I'm making tea here, but I'm keeping an agreement to wait for an old friend."

Qin Ge frowned. He thought it was just an ordinary ghost messenger, but how could there be an aura similar to himself in this seemingly ordinary old man of the underworld? Who is he?

The old man shot like lightning, and suddenly touched Qin Ge's altar. Qin Ge was caught off guard, and a burst of drowsiness hit him, and he fell asleep on the table.

Xiao Zhongyuan was about to summon Chengying almost at the same time, and the old man said leisurely: "You came to look for Nether Grass. just woke up."

Xiao Zhongyuan probed Qin Ge's spiritual veins, his breath was calm and unrestrained, it was indeed the appearance of falling asleep.

Xiao Zhongyuan's face became paler, but his cheeks began to turn sickly red, fine beads of sweat ooze from his temples, and he could feel the blue scales on his body gradually growing out.The corpse aura had a great influence on him, and even Yu Yuan's holy medicine, Qianshan Evening Snow Grass, had no effect.

The old man glanced at him, poured the tea soup into a pottery bowl, and pushed it in front of him: "Little Immortal, drinking a bowl of tea may not cure the demon poison in your body, but as long as you don't enter the sea of ​​darkness, at least it can protect you for an hour." It won't happen inside."

This man could make Qin Ge fall into a coma with just one finger, and he also knew that he was being invaded by a demon poison. If he was really malicious, he wouldn't be able to do such a dirty trick like poisoning tea.The moment he drank it all, the tea soup went into his throat, reaching the eight veins, as expected, the blue scales receded, and the bloodthirsty desire in his heart was relieved.

Jun Fu pushed the pottery bowl in front of him a little farther away, still somewhat on guard: "The old man has been here for a long time? Could it be that he is waiting for us? Since you know we are here to find Nether Grass, can you tell us the location?"

The old man had a kind face, and he smiled: "Don't worry, little fairy, it's still early. I have been here for tens of thousands of years. As for whether I made a special trip to wait for you two, it is, and it is not, it has been a long time, listen to this The story on Huangquan Road makes a pot of tea for the souls passing by here, so meeting you is both accidental and inevitable."

The old man shook his cattail fan leisurely, and sang in a long voice while laughing and talking: "It's just a pot of tea on the other side, waiting for a tree to bloom."

Even though it was a cloudy weather, with simple tables and chairs, ordinary appearance, and wearing the coarsest blue-bottomed linen, Xiao Zhongyuan felt that there was a peaceful and clear force in this old man, which was incompatible with this gloomy surrounding.

Jun Fu glanced at the withered branches, not even half angry, curled his lips, completely disbelieving: "I have only heard that there are no flowers blooming on Huangquan Road, let alone a tree, even a single one is impossible."

But as soon as the words were finished, a pink peach blossom suddenly bloomed on the originally withered branches, and then more pink and tender flowers bloomed gradually, until the tree was full of fragrance and full of spring.

Looking at Jun Fu who was stunned, the old man laughed: "Things in the world are inherently mysterious. You can hear the thunder in the silent place, and see the prosperity in the colorless place. It's just that many people don't understand it.

It's like this Huangquan Minghai has gone through countless idiotic men and women, there is the melancholy of being helpless, the regret of not being married, the regret of not being married, the melancholy of being separated for a few years, the helplessness of being wrong, the love of parting, can't ask for it , until obsession becomes delusion.And those who can't let go of their delusional thoughts eventually become evil ghosts in the underworld, watching their former lovers walk across the Naihe bridge time and time again, drinking Mengpo soup, but they can't reincarnate, they can't go forward, they can't retreat No, how can I not resent or hate that I am tortured every day, every month, every month?

"Can't these evil spirits be transformed?"

"What's your mind? It's like a maze, thousands of miles away. There is no boat to ferry people in. Except for self-crossing, others can't help. The ferryman is just a bystander. Help you get on the boat. As for whether you are willing to board the boat and go to the The other side is all in your own mind."

"Since the old man sees it so clearly, why is it a delusion to stick to an agreement here for tens of thousands of years? If your friend kept the agreement, he should have come long ago. It is very likely that your friend has forgotten It's you."

"Who says it's not..." The hot steam of the tea soup rising faintly smoked the old man's voice a bit far away: "I made a big mistake during my lifetime, so I was punished to spend eternity in Huangquan Minghai as a ferry for resentful souls. I This person used to be very lazy and conceited. Although he took on the responsibility of ferrying, he never thought of doing this job well. He just idled around every day, torturing the resentful soul for fun.

I had an old friend who was very good and powerful during my lifetime. Fortunately, he would come to Minghai to talk to me during the interval.He didn't come for a long time, but when he came again, he was unhappy. He planted this peach tree here. He said that he was fulfilling a promise that his best friend would return when the tree was full of fragrant flowers.

I used to be a bit stupid and stubborn. I never thought about why this friend of mine was unhappy, why he planted this peach tree, and kept a promise, but since this is the peach tree he planted, I I am very happy to take care of this peach tree day and night.

Every time the peach tree blooms a flower, the old friend will come as scheduled, and I will accompany him to have a cup of tea here and talk about some things in this life.Then cross him across the sea of ​​darkness, watch him walk up to Wangxiangtai, pass the Sansheng stone, drink Meng Po soup, enter the reincarnation of the next life, and then look back and find that the peach blossom has fallen.

But it doesn't matter, I have expectations in my heart, when the next flower blooms, my old friend will definitely appear in front of me again.It is this kind of anticipation that has allowed me to spend tens of thousands of years of endless and boring years.

"Old man, since you want to see your old friend so much, why don't you choose to enter the six realms of reincarnation with him?"

"Why don't you want to? It's just that I made a big mistake and was punished to spend eternity in the dark sea without reincarnation. Besides, I am very satisfied to see my old friend, drink tea and chat, and send him into the next life at this time. Although my old friend can no longer remember him, what does it matter? Among thousands of souls, I can always recognize him at the first sight.

When he comes, the flowers bloom; when he leaves, the flowers wither.

This is his fateful reincarnation, but thinking about it now, it is not my own fateful reincarnation.I thought that the days would go on like this without waves and peace, until one day I found that the flowers would never bloom again. I wandered under the peach tree every day, but the branches of the tree were drying up day by day.

I became more and more anxious, I didn't know what happened to my old friend, and I was trapped in the underworld and couldn't leave.I am eager to see through the thousands of souls who have come here, wondering if my old friend is still alive and waiting for me to save him, I am afraid that he will disappear, but forget the two races of gods and demons, and will not enter reincarnation.

Finally, I found a chance to escape from Huangquan Minghai. I never thought about the consequences, cause and effect, everything was done on a whim.I defected and fell into the devil's way, and committed murder, but I no longer recognize my old friends.Only now do I know that things in the world are always so mysterious. I will live with him for thousands of years, and he will accompany me for thousands of years.It's just that I never thought it would end like this. If I hadn't left Huangquan Minghai back then, I could always wait here for him to return, talk and drink tea. After all, he said that he would last forever until Kazuki bloomed.Before the tree is full of flowers, he will not miss the appointment. "

Xiao Zhongyuan's expression changed abruptly: "Are you the Demon Lord winning the hook?"

The old man shook his head calmly: "Yinggou was annihilated by Yinglong Dijiang 9000 years ago. It has disappeared long ago. The mana of the old man is minimal. It is just that he is obsessed with an unfulfilled wish and does not want to reincarnate."

Jun Fu finally understood what he heard, but he became more and more puzzled and said: "Your old friend actually didn't make an agreement with you, he made an agreement with other people for the eternal calamity."

"I stick to what I thought was an agreement, so it is a delusion that I can't let go of, and it becomes a devil." The old man pushed Chafu to Junfu again: "Now, I have seen that he is safe and sound. , the heart has a place to return to, and the wish has been fulfilled.”

Jun Fu drank the cup of tea, and a tear fell from the old man's eyes. The old man caught it with his hand, and the spiritual power of his fingertips bloomed, turning into a white pearl.

The old man handed the pearl to Xiao Zhongyuan: "Xiao Xianjun, this tear of heart can completely remove the demonic poison in your body, so that you will never have the demonic poison again. However, in the cycle of ten thousand years, the demon realm is about to open, and the winning hook has been dying." The only way to get rid of the corpse aura in the Demon Realm is this heart tear. The choice is yours."

Then he turned his head to Jun Fu and said, "Thank you two for listening to me, an old man, rambling so much. The Nether Grass you are looking for is in this direction and goes straight thirty feet away, and sinks ten feet into the sea of ​​darkness. Here, you can find what you want."

After saying this, the old man suddenly disappeared.Only the trees are full of burning peach blossoms, full of beautiful spring.

I finally fulfilled the agreement with you, win the hook.Since then, there will be no winning hook in the world.

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The author has something to say:

1. "Listen to the thunder in the silent place, see the prosperity in the colorless place" quoted from Zhang Xiaofeng's "Appreciating Plum Blossoms Before the Plum Blossoms";

2. "How is the mind, it is like a maze, thousands of miles away, and there is no boat in it to ferry people, except for self-crossing, others can do nothing to help." Quoted from Sanmao.