A dark door seemed to appear in front of Xiang Que, and inside the door, two bright lights lit up in the distance.
They were two broad-backed swords, with two figures standing on the swords who were shooting toward them. After a moment, the swords fell.
Xiang Que knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Xiang Que, a disciple of Gujing Temple, pays homage to my master and uncle..."
Xiang Que kowtowed, and his head was buried on the ground with tears flowing down his face. He lay prone and twitched for a long time. He was now in the posture of a dead soul, but the soil under him was very wet.
Ordinary people know that although there is a saying that ghosts cry at night, it is just thunder but no rain, and they cannot cry a single tear.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang stood with their hands clasped behind each other. They still maintained the same appearance as when they left the Feng Shui Yin and Yang Realm and went to the Paradise of Cave Heaven, but Xiang Que was already very old.
Yu Qiuyang, who has always been calm and resolute, lowered his head and looked at Xiang Que underground, and said with rare emotion: "You are also old, and your years are gone..."
Xiang Que raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him blankly. After a long time, he trembled his lips and said, "No matter how old I am, I am still a child in your eyes."
A hundred years have passed, and Xiangque has passed away. But in front of Yu Qiuyang and Zhu Chungang, he will always be the young man who was led by the old Taoist by the hand to Zhongnan Mountain when his nose was running.
He may not be a young boy when he returns, but Xiang Que will always be a boy in Gujing Temple.
The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes and said, "My child, follow the master. I will renew my relationship with you..."
Cave Heaven Paradise, Molu Mountain.
The end of the mountain is a bitter cold land. The land is cold all year round and the land is barren and desolate. A knife-like wind blows almost all the time every day. A dim sun hangs in the sky, lazily casting a lukewarm dark light.
This is the coldest and coldest place in Dongtian Paradise. Almost no one wants to come to Molu Mountain, but there is a group of people living here, not many, only about a hundred or so.
These people are known as the practitioners of Mount Molu. They pay no attention to worldly affairs all day long and are scattered all over the bitter cold mountain, practicing in solitude. You may walk in this area for three months or two without seeing a single person.
These are a very boring group of people.
However, when the Doom Mountain man walks out of the Doom Mountain carrying a broad-backed sword, the entire Cave Heaven Paradise will instantly become noisy, because after all, every time someone comes out of the Doom Mountain, it means that there will be a bloody storm in the Cave Heaven Paradise.
About a hundred years ago, the last time troops left Mount Molu was to encircle and suppress Baidi City in Kunling Mountain in Thirty-six Cave Heavens. The battle was fierce and the result was obvious.
Baidi City, the largest city in the world, has tens of millions of heads hanging all over the city.
Since then, the Mountain Doom people have disappeared again, and they have not been seen again in the Cave Heaven Paradise for about a hundred years.
The sun rises at the end of the mountain in the early morning.
Xiang Que faintly woke up and turned around, staring blankly for a moment with his eyes open. His last memory still remained when his life span was over, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva left his body, and he was about to return to the underworld. The last thing he saw was
Two broad-backed swords flew over, with Yu Qiuyang and Zhu Chungang on them.
"My child, I will continue my relationship with you as my master..." Xiang Que's words suddenly sounded in his head, and then he murmured: "It's not a dream!"
Xiang Que was in a thatched house. The interior was very simple, with a bed and two chairs, and a few robes and clothes hanging on the wall. There was nothing else. The weather outside the thatched house was groggy.
Yes, Father Sun seems to be very lackluster.
After walking out of the thatched hut, Xiang Que saw such a picture.
Under an old locust tree, Zhu Chungang, a veteran, was taking a nap with his arms folded. Yu Qiuyang was sitting on the steps at the door, wiping an iron sword. There was a middle-aged man on one side of the yard that he didn't recognize. He was chopping dry firewood. He was lucky.
The ax fell with a "click" sound, and a wooden pillar as thick as an average person's waist was split into two.
For a moment, Xiang Que suddenly felt as if he had dreamed back to a hundred years ago, when he was at the ancient well temple in Zhongnan Mountain.
It was also like this at that time. The old Taoist liked to sit under the tree and take a nap. His uncle Yu Qiuyang always held an iron sword, and his senior brother sat aside and cleaned the Taoist temple.
At that time, he was still a child who had just entered the Taoist temple.
The courtyard of the thatched cottage suddenly became silent.
As if sensing that Xiang Que was stopping to watch, the old Taoist opened his eyes. Yu Qiuyang put down his iron sword. The strong man chopping firewood put down his ax and turned to look at Xiang Que and smiled, showing his white teeth.
Xiang Que didn't know him, but he could see a kind of gentle doting in the other person's eyes. He was very familiar, but he was very strange.
"Are you awake?" the old man asked calmly.
"Um"
"This is Molu Mountain. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has opened the barrier between the Cave Heaven Blessed Land and Feng Shui Yin and Yang Realm. Your uncle and I will lead you here. You need to get familiar with it first. We have to eat."
The old Taoist introduced in a few words, and Yu Qiuyang came over. The strong man chopping firewood brought a bucket of white porridge and a few side dishes from the kitchen on the side of the thatched house and placed them under the old locust tree. The three of them squatted on the rice bowl and chewed carefully.
I ate it slowly, and the scene was very similar to the scene of their master and apprentice having a meal at Gujing Temple.
However, Xiang Que thought it was strange, why didn't he have his own bowls and chopsticks?
Why, you can’t eat the ones that come after?
Xiang Que looked at the three people eating in confusion, and asked weakly: "Is it an errand? Why don't you give me something to eat?"
Yu Qiuyang raised his head and uttered a few words stiffly: "Do ghosts also need to eat? This is the first time I have heard of it."
"Wow!" Xiang Que was stunned for a moment and looked down at the ground. Although the sunlight in Molu Mountain was very dim, it was also a clear day and clear sky, but his shadow did not appear on the ground.
Xiang Que remembered that he was already dead.
Xiang Que was confused for a long time, because his head was now filled with a lot of questions. Since he was dead, according to normal circumstances, he should have gone to the underworld to be reincarnated, and then wait for reincarnation.
, why did Lao Dao and Yu Qiuyang want to take him to Doulu Mountain?
He was no stranger to Mount Molu. He had been to Cave Heaven Paradise decades ago and stayed here for more than a year. Finally, with the efforts of several ancestors of Gujing Temple, he was sent back, but he couldn't figure it out.
Yes, why did you go back to Mount Doom again?
Also, who is this young man?
Looking at Xiang Que who seemed to be filled with doubts, the middle-aged man who was chopping firewood put down his bowl and chopsticks and said slowly: "Why else do you think we invite the ancestors of the past dynasties when we invite the gods?
After the Tao entered Mount Doom, some were taken in after death."
"We? The ancestors of all generations?" Xiang Que looked at him blankly and asked, "Brother, who are you?"
Yu Qiuyang glanced at him and said: "This is your senior brother"
Qi Changqing grinned, his smile still warm. The little name "Junior Brother" took a lot of advantage. When Xiang Que went to Zhongnan Mountain, Lao Dao and Yu Qiuyang left him alone. He was brought up by Qi Changqing.
"Oh..." Xiang Que almost blurted out the word "fuck" at the end, and then looked at him in disbelief: "Aren't you dead too?"