Chapter 124 In the Deep Alley at Night, the Old Mason Carries His God's Back
At night.
Frost and snow blew against the huge demon-suppressing monument.
The Qingyun Sect, which has been around for thousands of years, is silent. The disciples scattered on the six peaks are like scattered snowflakes scattered in the mountains and forests, without causing any disturbance.
The cold wind blew over the sword that had been sitting on the turtle's back for a long time, occasionally making a low clanking sound.
Thousand-year-old bluestone slabs are covered with white snowflakes, pure and flawless.
After the strong wind blew, there were patches of heavy snow.
This time of year.
It wasn't supposed to be snowing time yet.
Xuanjizi stood in front of the Monument of Demon Suppression for a long time, so long that the new snow had completely covered his footprints, and even his boots were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.
The goose-feather heavy snow fell on his frost-white hair, on the deeply imprinted wrinkles on his forehead, and on his frost-white eyebrows.
He remained motionless.
a long time.
There were slight footsteps behind him.
Yu Qingshan, wearing a green cloth gown, came with a sword in his back.
He stood not far behind Xuanjizi without saying a word. His eyebrows were like sharp swords. The sharp cold wind blew across his square face, and the snowflakes could not fall on his head or face.
superior.
Every falling snowflake falls where it should, just like the sword he controls.
Xuanjizi woke up from standing still like a statue, and asked: "Junior brother, have all the training resources from the past year been distributed to the disciples in each peak?"
But Yu Qingshan replied: "Senior brother, that kid received a mission and went down the mountain."
Xuanjizi gently brushed off the frost and snow on his body and glanced at Yu Qingshan behind him: "Mr. Mo has given him a crown-tying ceremony, and he is no longer a child."
Yu Qingshan handed over his hand and said again: "Senior brother, that young man received a mission and went down the mountain."
There was a box in Yu Qingshan's palm. He bent down and placed it in front of Xuanjizi, as if placing it in front of the sword. "The rewards for the Qingyun Sect competition and the sect resources for these three months have not been released yet."
In his hands, he was walking in a hurry. He is a young man after all. As long as he has a sword in his hand and a bag on his shoulder, he feels that he can go anywhere. If the mountains are dangerous, isn't it not dangerous outside?"
"Qingyun Town?"
"Um."
Xuan Jizi and Yu Qingshan both fell into silence.
Yu Qingshan said again: "Senior brother, do you want me to go down the mountain and call him back? I will go and guard the Qingyun Town myself."
Xuanjizi seemed a little anxious, but he seemed to think of something and relaxed again, "You have your own business. If you are willing to learn some real skills in the sect, you should put more thought and teach more about the sect's rules."
, and you don’t need to constrain yourself all the time. Of course, the rules are still the same over at the Peach Blossom Forest, and disciples cannot enter easily."
When Xuanjizi said this, he handed a special bottle to Yu Qingshan's hand. "Don't neglect your practice. Other sects have golden elixir monks. We can't rely on Master Liu to support us alone. With your ability,
Carrying a sword is more than enough, and shouldering the weight of Qingyun Sect, there is still a long way to go."
Yu Qingshan looked shocked.
Haven't spoken yet.
Xuanjizi smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry, I can still hold on for a few more years. Just be afraid, the wind and snow are getting tighter every year."
Yu Qingshan Gujing Wubo's face showed a little heaviness.
"Senior Brother Xiao."
Xuanjizi waved his hand: "Okay, let's go back early. Just let Hongyan send these resources to Taohualin Courtyard. Although he will most likely not need them when he returns, we can't really favor one thing over another.
"
"yes."
Yu Qingshan watched Xuanjizi walk into the wind and snow.
He lowered his head, picked up the box on the ground, and weighed it in his palms. There was an inexplicable doubt in his eyes: "Can't use it? No reason..."
Qingyun Town.
Jiutang Lane.
Gu Yusheng sat alone by the window, staring at the dim lights in Qingyun Town. A few gusts of cold wind came in from the deep long alley, making the lock on the door rattle.
Gu Yusheng had no sleep at all.
But I don’t want to practice.
He opened the door and walked into the courtyard. He felt the cold wind coming in from his cuffs and trousers, and he couldn't help but shiver.
So cold?
Gu Yusheng couldn't help but smile.
He did not use Qigong to drive away the cold air.
This long-lost smell made him inexplicably fascinated.
I found a horizontal bar from the corner and bolted the door to prevent the rusty lock from making any sound.
When Gu Yusheng turned around, he felt that the courtyard was much darker than in those years. He couldn't help but look up at the sky, only to find that the branches of the thousand-year-old locust tree had extended to the top of his courtyard.
Rustle rustle.
After the cold wind passed, fine snow fell from the sky.
Gu Yusheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to take it for a while, then shook his head gently.
The joy of childhood.
You can't get it back just by holding a bunch of snowflakes in the palm of your hand like you did back then.
That's just the beauty that exists deep in memory.
After realizing this.
Gu Yusheng suddenly felt a little sleepy.
Wrapped in cold quilt.
Gu Yusheng still felt a little lonely and cold.
It was just the fire that gave him a lot of warmth.
A hometown should have good dreams.
He thought so.
Lull yourself to sleep.
There was a heavy snow outside the window.
At the third watch.
An old man wearing a hat came to the alley.
An old stonemason who has lived in Qingyun Town for many years.
Stone warehouse.
The old man's name.
Even though there was no light, Shi Cang walked not slowly. He carried a sack on his shoulders, and the sound of snow rustling under his feet was heard.
When Shicang reached the intersection of the alley, the footsteps stopped suddenly. He first glanced at the door on the right, and the rusty lock on it was open.
Ishikura continued walking to the fork on the right, reached the end of the alley, and knocked hard on the wooden door.
The door opened silently.
Standing behind the door was Grandma Sun, holding a lantern. She was motionless, which made the old man tremble with fright. "Old Lady Xi, at least make a noise. You're going to scare people to death in the middle of the night."
"Old Carpenter, the door is not closed, why are you knocking so loudly?" Sun Xipo came over, took a look at the other side of the alley, and closed the door gently, "Don't disturb the child's sleep."
Shi Cang carefully dropped the sack on his shoulder on the ground, patted the snowflakes on his shoulder, turned around and glanced at the alley through the crack in the door, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"When did you come back?"
"When it's very foggy."
Sun Xipo hung the lantern on the wall, glanced at the sack on the ground, frowned and said: "Old craftsman, are you carrying the Bodhisattva again? I have told you how many times, if God closes his eyes, you will just carry him again."
There are too many gods but it is useless. People who deserve to die will still die. This is reincarnation and destiny."
Shi Cang rubbed his hands and dragged the sack into Sun Xipo's shabby house.
"This is no ordinary Bodhisattva."
Sun Xipo looked a little curious and entered the house with a lantern.
In the dark room, the old man Shicang untied the sack, revealing a face as pale as white wax. The man had long since lost his breath and seemed to be walking peacefully.
Sun Xipo reached out and touched the dead man's Adam's apple, with a hint of surprise in her cloudy eyes: "Eunuch?"
"Isn't that right?" Shicang walked to the fire pit and almost shrank into the fire pit. "It's so cold. Is there a fire pot?"
"I'm warming the child's house."
Sun Xipo was sitting on a wooden chair, her rickety body leaning against the wall.
Look carefully at the dead man in the sack.
After a moment, she spoke: "It was the scholar's method. It must have been a critical moment in the battle. He borrowed a saint's awe-inspiring light to peel off his soul. However, the scholar must have been seriously injured. This Yin corpse
There are still a few strands of soul hidden in it, waiting for the opportunity to wake up. Old Craftsman, have you seen who it is?"
"I went a little late."
The old man lowered his head and raised his eyebrows. He waited until the frost marks on his face were a little thinner and exhaled a white breath before answering directly:
"Who else could it be? Of course it's the nerds from Shushan. They can't make a living in reading, and they don't have much ability in fighting. It's normal to run away in embarrassment.
It's a pity that the little girl next to the nerd didn't know where she was passed on. Otherwise, if she came back to warm the child's bed, and have a little Gu again in a few years, the alleys of Qingyun Town would be more joyful and lively.
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Sun Xipo raised her head and glanced at the old mason.
The old mason's back felt cold when he saw Sun Xipo's eyes. He laughed dryly: "Did I say something wrong?"
"That kid has a white robe in his backpack. I guess he already has a girl he likes. Wants you to chisel a rock?"ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Shicang stood up quickly and straightened the old eunuch who died in the sack. "Okay, okay, I'll just say this casually. Old Xipo, hurry up and seal this guy's remaining soul. I'll make him into a god."
, enjoying the incense of the villagers every year, bringing peace to the whole place, and those monsters don't dare to come and ask for their lives. In this way, he deserves to die."
Sun Xipo took out a needle from her gray hair, pierced the needle hole with a red thread, and began to sew and mend the old eunuch's body, looking extremely focused.
Snowflakes are flying outside the window.
Suddenly, there were bursts of eerie roars coming from inside the house.
The stern roar resounded for almost the whole night. It was not until dawn that the old woman took away the needle and said a little tiredly: "Don't bother me in the future. Don't let the child notice these dark things. He has been here for the past three years."
, I have learned some skills, and my eyes are very bright."
Shi Cang took a hemp rope and carried the old eunuch Shuan who had turned into a stone statue behind his back. He straightened up with a cry of strength, stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and cracked a bluestone slab before he could stabilize himself.
The body turned around and said: "What skills can he learn from going to Qingyun Sect? There is no one there who can catch my eye."
The old woman took out a piece of cloth, put the needle in her hand on it, and looked out the window covered with frost and snow. "Don't look down on Qingyun Gate. If you have the ability, move that monument to the town. I will also praise you, otherwise I will
Don't talk nonsense."
"How can I do that?"
Shi Cang's old face was somewhat speechless.
"So, who did he learn his skills from?"
The old woman thought for a while and said: "The person carrying the sword should be a sword bearer."
"oh."
Shicang walked forward with a god on his back. When he was about to walk out of the yard, he whispered: "That's it."
Gu Yusheng slept extremely deeply last night. He originally thought that when he returned, he would dream of himself as a child, but it backfired.
Wearing white clothes, he stood in the yard, staring at the falling snowflakes from the sky. The branches of the old locust tree were covered with silver.
There were slight footsteps in the alley.
Gu Yusheng was a little curious, and he also had expectations in his heart even though he knew it was impossible.
He opened the door gently.
He did not wait for his father to return.
But it was an old man carrying a stone statue.
Those heavy footsteps left deep marks on the snow.
Gu Yusheng naturally remembered this old stonemason. He lived at the west entrance of the village. He usually made a living by writing stone tablets for the dead and carrying coffins for people. He was considered a lone old man in the village. Gu Yusheng's memory of this old stonemason stayed in his childhood.
When his father would test his writing, he would secretly run to ask this old man.
The old stonemason was very patient every time. He liked to dip his hands in water and write the words neatly on the stone tablet, and then tell Gu Yusheng what the word read and what it meant.
Occasionally when there was no water, I would spit, and then dip my hands in them to write. After I finished writing, I would rub my hands back and forth on my clothes a few times, and my hands would be clean, as would my saliva.
"Mr. Shi."
Gu Yusheng shouted.
The old mason turned around. In the dim light, he glanced at Gu Yusheng a few times, then pointed to the things on his back, then to his own mouth, and then moved forward step by step.
Gu Yusheng looked at the old mason's heavy back and felt a little funny.
After so many years, this old man is still as crazy as ever. He heard from the villagers that this old man would always go crazy for a few days every year. He would carve a piece of stone into the shape of a Bodhisattva or a god and carry it on his back throughout the village.
, when the rope on his back was broken, he placed the god there, saying that it could protect the safety of the whole party. During this process, he would never speak to avoid blaspheming the god.
Gu Yusheng naturally didn't believe this. Since he could remember, some people have disappeared inexplicably every year in Qingyun Town. Some people went out hunting and died, some were eaten by monsters, and died in all kinds of strange ways. But in general,
Qingyun Town has never been truly peaceful.
"If there is really peace, I should have my own mother, right?"
Gu Yusheng was muttering to himself in the cold wind. His eyes fell on the stone statue on the old stonemason's back, and he always felt that the stone statue was staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.