After the old man opened the death flag, everyone discovered that there were many blood stains among the yellowed flag.
"Back then, the flag with the word "death" became the representative flag of the Sichuan Army."
"There are many passionate men who, after being injured, will use this flag to bandage their wounds and remind themselves not to be afraid."
The old man's eyes were filled with nostalgia as he slowly stroked the black cat in his arms.
The black cat rubbed the old man's body affectionately and changed into a more lazy position to sleep.
The empty mulberry leaves continued to serve clear tea, and she asked quietly:
"Grandpa, are you a veteran who retired from the battlefield?"
The old man smiled and shook his head: "Of course not. I have had some health problems since I was a child, and I have never even left the house."
"So, even when Liu Xiang, the king of Sichuan, started recruiting troops throughout the Sichuan and Shu regions, I did not participate."
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"But at that time... as an old man, I still remember all the young men passing by in front of me."
"Their young faces at that time were full of expressions of no regrets."
"Every house opens its door to say goodbye to everyone."
"Among those people were their sons, their fathers, and their husbands."
"But without exception, everyone chooses to respect the persistence of those close to them, which is to drive away all enemies who do not belong to this territory."
"Of course, in those years, the Sichuan Army also suffered heavy casualties..."
"In the end, not many came back."
"Back then, for a long time, this land of abundance was almost deserted."
"Among them, some of the men who survived the battlefield by chance were gone during the Red Guard period."
Having said this, the old man slowly raised his head and looked at the sycamore tree whose leaves had turned yellow.
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"However, in just these few decades, we have seen a different country, a different Sichuan, and a different Chengdu."
The old man did not tell some very touching stories, nor did he tell some very touching plots.
However, just these few words made Wang Anran and the others feel a little sad.
That kind of unique yearning and remembrance that seems to be engraved in the blood.
Kong Sang said with some sigh:
"Although Japan was not able to control Sichuan back then."
"But in Sichuan, there are no boys in nine out of ten households."
"Grandpa, it was... very hard back then."
The old man smiled: "Fortunately. The Japanese soldiers couldn't come in here after all."
"But... there are still some monsters and ghosts coming."
Kong Sang was not surprised, but said: "Indeed, the land of abundance has been a place of outstanding people since ancient times."
"There are even many Taoist practitioners and Taoist temples located here."
"The well-known places in Chengdu, such as Qingyang Palace, Qingcheng Mountain, Daci Temple, etc., must have been very grand in those years, and they were all done by experts."
The old man sighed:
"No matter how grand the occasion was, at that time... there were heavy casualties..."
"Taoist priests from Qingyang Palace and Qingcheng Mountain, as well as advanced Buddhist practitioners from Daci Temple and Wenshu Monastery."
"Even some powerful martial arts families hidden in the world of mortals, such as the Baguazhang sect and so on."
"They...some followed the troops, joined the Sichuan Army, and never came back."
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"Also, they began to spontaneously form hidden troops, patrolling the Sichuan and Sichuan areas every night, in order to prevent the other party's evil people from infiltrating."
"At that time, Japan's Onmyodo, Miko School, Koga School and other masters still wanted to infiltrate."
"As a result, Sichuan seemed calm at that time."
"But secretly, every night, my colleagues in the temple are filled with hatred."
"So, later on, there were not enough manpower."
"The former patron of Qingyang Palace made the connection, and against all opinions, many great demons who became spirits and became wise in Sichuan and Shu were invited to join the battle."
When Wang Anyu and the others heard this, they subconsciously felt that their hearts were surging, as if they were in the middle of the original battle.
Kong Sang showed a wry smile:
"There must have been heavy casualties. Whether they were humans or demons and ghosts."
The old man nodded, stroking the death flag in his hand with a look of nostalgia:
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"Later, when the war ended, almost all the forces that participated in the war were severely weakened."
"These once magnificent palaces, temples, and the powerful Wu family have also declined for a long, long time."
"Many great demons also died in the battle and lost their cultivation."
After hearing the end, Wang Anyu and the others looked at the old man in disbelief.
Among them, Wang Anyu, who is most interested in myths and legends, couldn't help but say:
"Grandpa, do you mean... those... already existed back then?!"
The old man smiled: "Silly boy, don't you have those mobile phones and computers that young people use nowadays?"
As he said that, the old man looked at Kong Sang, his eyes full of admiration:
"At a young age, one can distinguish between grudges and grudges."
"You are much more bloody than my compatriots who were cultivating in the mountains back then!"
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Wang Anyu and the others were stunned, not understanding the meaning of these words.
But the old man continued: "However, old man, I still venture to ask, what happened to the two children in the end?"
"Grandpa, please be at ease." Kong Sang said: "The kingdom of heaven born of false divinity is not the real kingdom of heaven."
"But in that dreamlike utopia, I want... to add the price they paid with the Requiem Curse..."
"Liu Xiao and Li Yuan should be fine."
The old man nodded: "That's good..."
"As expected of...the top watchman of this generation."
Kong Sang smiled hoarsely: "Compared to my grandfather's feats back then, what do these things of mine mean?"
Wang Anyu couldn't help but said: "Wait a minute...Kong Sang, do you know grandpa?"
Kong Sang smiled: "Don't we know each other now?"
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The three of them became even more confused: "But why don't we understand what you said?"
Kong Sang sighed and smiled, his eyes full of complexity: "Don't you understand yet?"
"If grandpa was really just a bystander and watched that period of history, how could there be a death flag in his hand?"
"It's not that grandpa doesn't want to join the army, but... he can't join the army..."
"Because his true nature takes root and sprouts here."
"He...can't leave."
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they realized what was happening. They all looked at the old man in shock.
"Grandpa...Grandpa is a demon!"
Kong Sang raised his head and looked at the withering sycamore tree: "Grandpa, this sycamore tree is the... wood spirit."
"The so-called wood spirit is the love of heaven and earth, and it lives on trees."
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"Although, unlike other demons, as long as the trees still exist, they can live as long as the heaven and the earth."
"But... the disadvantage of the wood spirit is also very obvious, that is, it cannot leave the main body too far."
"As the saying goes, monsters have different paths."
"Although the master of Qingyang Palace is said to have profound virtues, I'm afraid... he can't persuade those big monsters in the mountains and forests at that time."
"Grandpa, you helped invite the viewer, right?"
"The sycamore tree is originally an auspicious tree. Since the birth of the wood spirit, it has been a spirit that drank dew and obtained the essence of the sun and moon."
"Your status should not be low among those big demons."
The old man smiled and waved his hands, with both relief and nostalgia in his eyes:
"My old friends are all very concerned about face."
"Obviously I can't help but want to help, but I can't let go of that figure."
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"After all, strictly speaking, we and Buddhism and Taoism are enemies."
"They couldn't help but feel ashamed, so naturally I had to help build a step."
"But during that time, whether it was Buddha, Taoism, demons, or members of the martial arts family, the three religions and nine schools were united like never before."
"Later, the previous temple master of Qingyang Temple and Daci Temple decided to go to the front line."
"Before departure, I brought three hundred Taoist priests and three hundred monk soldiers."
"I personally made flags with the word "death" and used the gold leaves of my body as protection."
"It's a pity...many years later, only the abbot of Daci Temple came back with a seriously injured body."
"After returning this blood-stained death flag to me, he passed away on the third day after returning to Daci Temple..."
Kong Sang sighed:
"The sycamore trees are tenacious, but grandpa, you have lost too much energy to protect them."
"Now... after all, it can't wait until the end of the day."
Wang Anyu and the others opened their mouths, feeling their eyes moist.
But I don’t know what to say at this time.
The old man smiled calmly and looked at the little black cat in his arms:
"This little guy came to me on his own a few years ago."
"I watched this place gradually recover from deserted to prosperous, and then from prosperous to noisy."
"If I hadn't been with this little guy, I really wouldn't have been able to spend the last few years so happily."
"After all, all the old guys who fought hand in hand back then, as well as the old guys I invited out, are all gone."
"Today, this little guy suddenly ran away, and I was still puzzled."
"Unexpectedly, I actually called you here."
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"Especially... there is a watchman."
Kong Sang stood up slowly and said, "I think it's because the little guy is spiritual, and I want to feel relieved to see you return to the other side."
"Meow……"
At this time, the little black membrane opened its eyes.
A pair of clear eyes blinked at the old man Wutong who was holding him.
At this time, the last trace of life on the sycamore tree began to dissipate.
The originally golden sycamore leaves also began to wither. In a moment, the sycamore tree with deep roots and lush leaves was completely dead!
The spirit of the old man Wutong began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The little black cat jumped on the table and just watched quietly.
The old man Wutong smiled and looked at Kong Sang: "Then... I'll have to call the watchman."
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Kong Sang quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "Grandpa, you're welcome. With your merits, you will be able to go to the other side smoothly."
As he said that, he struck hard with the soul-suppressing hammer.
"clang!"
The faint soul-soothing sound resounded across the night sky.
Then, behind Kong Sang, amid the clouds and mist, Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge slowly emerged.
Kong Sang turned slightly to the side and said respectfully: "Grandpa, please... Hun Tada Nai He, end this life."
At this time, Wang Anyu, Li Liang, and Yu Xinran also stood up.
Their hearts could not be calm for a long time.
Looking at Kong Sang standing there respectfully, I heard a faint roar of a lion.
Immediately, the old man Wutong walked step by step towards Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge.
When passing by Kong Sang, the old man Wutong looked at him: "These children..."
Kong Sang nodded slightly: "Grandpa is relieved, I can see it."
The old man Wutong smiled: "That's good. My life is ordinary, but the last few years have been quite exciting."
"That being the case, the watchman would like to wish you all the best on the other side, old man."
The old man Wutong took one last look and said:
"Well, everything goes smoothly..."
Immediately, the body of the old man Wutong slowly disappeared on the Nainaihe Bridge. From the beginning to the end, the body of the old man Wutong was surging, and there was no abnormal movement.
For a moment, Wang Anyu and the other two people suddenly felt like they were lost.
After watching Kong Sang pick up the little black cat, he walked away to Huangquan Road behind him.
Wang Anyu couldn't help but said: "Kong Sang, this is what you said before..."
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"This kind of thing, forget it." Kong Sang looked at the completely withered sycamore tree with a complicated expression:
"After all...according to human explanations, the old man has lived for so many years, and it is considered a happy death when he dies."
At this time, it seemed that the aura of the sycamore tree was gone.
The entire courtyard suddenly looked a lot cooler.
Kong Sang turned around and said: "So, among the three religions and nine streams, anyone with a conscience in their heart will bear an unspeakable burden."
"That's where this burden comes from."
"Because it is easier for us to see the sorrow and separation between life and death that ordinary people cannot discover."
"Let's go."
Wang Anyu and the other three nodded, and then left the courtyard with Kong Sang.
"Kongsang, where are we going now?"
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Kong Sang smiled and turned to look at the three of them: "Let's... go to Qingyu University Affiliated Hospital."
A little knowledge:
The Death Flag is a special flag from the Sichuan Army.
At the beginning, Wang Jiantang voted to join the army and formed a team of young people from northwest Sichuan to fight against the enemy.
When Wang Jiantang went out to fight the war in Sichuan, his elderly father was unable to go to the county seat to see his son off in person, so he asked someone to give him a flag with the word "death" written on it.
This flag is to encourage his son Wang Jiantang to sacrifice his life for the country and wrap his body in horse leather.
After Wang Jiantang went to war, he was wounded three times while fighting on the front line.
Every time he was injured, he wiped it with the death flag, wrapped the wound, and then put the blood-stained flag away.
Therefore, the Death Flag can be regarded as showing the bloody spirit of the Sichuan Army back then.
At the same time, the death flag has also become a unique symbol of the Sichuan Army.