In a small attic away from the crowd, facing the window, an old man in a black coat and a monk in tattered monk's robes drank against the window.

"Yes, yes, your generation of Buddhas still has a lot of potential. The old black man took a sip of wine, and held the wine jug tightly in his arms, and there were two people in the attic, guarding against who was self-evident.

"Where is there, your little doll is also very good, just the externalization of spiritual power and self-protection can resist the power of the vision of the four emperors, but it is much stronger than the two babies of the ghost clan and the demon clan, it is really terrifying, and the future is limitless." The crazy monk shook his head and shook his head, others praised their children, of course, they had to salute back, this is the number of courtesies.

"Hahahaha, of course, my grandson can not be compared to those two straw bale emperors! Let me tell you, I saw my grandson when he was a child......" As soon as the mad monk finished speaking, he thought that the old black man began to talk endlessly about his grandson's glorious deeds, as if he was waiting for the mad monk to praise Li Yuanzhi. The crazy monk turned his face and poured himself a big sip of wine, too lazy to listen to this old shameless scared vernacular, can't you hear that I am just polite? But the old black man didn't care about this, he took a sip of wine, it was worthy of an exotic hundred flowers brew, it was different, but he had to save it, and he didn't know when the next meal would be.

At this time, Li Yuanzhi was in his own sea of knowledge, and he saw the golden fragments of spiritual power in his sea of knowledge appearing out of nowhere, all of them emerged in the center of his sea of knowledge, and they were about to pile up into a golden human form!

Li Yuanzhi really couldn't stand the temptation, but still stretched out his hand to one of the fragments that were still piling up around the golden figure that had not yet been integrated, and for a moment, Li Yuanzhi felt as if he was being dragged into a rotating passage, and soon he lost consciousness. When Li Yuanzhi opened his eyes again, he suddenly found himself lying on a familiar bed, yes, Li Yuanzhi woke up in his own bed at his own and his grandfather's house in Xiaoshi Village! Li Yuanzhi felt as if he had had a long dream, dreaming that he had gone to a place called Hundred Saints, and he also had a spiritual pet named Shi Dashan, but his grandfather left him. It's weird.

"Little rabbit, do you want to eat fried meat with bamboo chips again? I can't get up when the sun is drying my buttocks, don't you have to do my homework today?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and when Li Yuanzhi sat up, he saw a familiar figure open the curtain and walked in.

"Grandpa. Li Yuanzhi shouted with a crying voice. I don't know why I feel so sad when I see my grandfather again, maybe the sadness in my dream is too real. When I thought of my grandfather leaving, I sat alone on the big stone at the entrance of the village and waited for my grandfather to come back, one day or two, one month and two months...... Li Yuanzhi felt panicked in his heart, very uncomfortable and uncomfortable, it was obviously a dream, but Li Yuanzhi felt as if it had really happened.

The old man walked in from the outside angrily, but when he saw his good grandson crying, he looked at himself with red eyes, and suddenly hid the wicker in his hand behind him, threw it at his feet, took two steps, and rubbed his rough hands back and forth in Li Yuanzhi's eyes, wiping away Li Yuanzhi's tears.

"Yuanzhi is good, you have nightmares again, don't be afraid, grandpa is here, if you don't do your homework today, you won't do it, grandpa will make you good food today." The old man's rough palm rubbed back and forth on Li Yuanzhi's delicate skin, but Li Yuanzhi felt that it was a long-lost peace of mind and warmth.

"Well, grandpa, will you leave me?" Li Yuanzhi nodded heavily, looking up at his grandfather who was hugging him.

"What stupid thing is a stupid child, how could our grandfather and grandson leave you if they depend on each other, besides, our family is so smart and so well-behaved, how can grandpa be willing to leave you?" The old man curled his middle finger and lightly tapped it on Li Yuanzhi's forehead.

"Okay, little crying bag, get up and get ready to eat, grandpa will fry your favorite eggs for you, okay?" The old man let go of Li Yuanzhi and quietly put away the wicker on the ground when he went out.

"Got it, grandpa. Li Yuanzhi shouted happily.

"Crybaby, you have to hurry, otherwise you will let the old black man snatch it away, and grandpa doesn't care. An old man's voice came from outside the door.

Li Yuanzhi smiled happily.

Li Yuanzhi once again returned to the carefree days of Xiaoshi Village, there were no worries, the people in the village were still the same, they were good to themselves, he was like a small village chief, he was cared for and cared for wherever he went, Li Erdan and his mother would still keep the good ones for herself first and then give the rest to Li Erdan, but she looked at the old man Gou who was full of big yellow teeth again, and felt that she was not so annoying.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yuanzhi has lived in the village for three months, and he has lived very happily in these three months, but there is always a voice in his heart saying something, and he feels that something is wrong.

Today, Lao Heizi stole back a chicken, and two people and a dog gathered around the fire to wait for the old man to roast the chicken, while listening to the old man's story. But Li Yuanzhi is very strange, the stories that grandpa has told in the past three months have all been told before, but grandpa has never told the same story twice before. Maybe grandpa doesn't have a good story either. Li Yuanzhi comforted himself.

The next day, Li Yuanzhi got up early, it stands to reason that Aunt Liu should start wandering at the door of her house at this time, who let Lao Heizi only attack his chickens every time. Li Yuanzhi put on his clothes, hurriedly ran to the door and looked through the crack in the door, there was a figure there, and when he opened the door, there was no figure.

Li Yuanzhi hung his head, walked into the courtyard, and saw the old sunspot who greeted him, Li Yuanzhi grabbed the old sunspot with one hand and went down to get rid of many black hairs of the old sunspot, but the old sunspot still looked at himself without moving. Li Yuanzhi ran into the house again, looked at his grandfather who was reading as usual, and shouted, "Grandpa." But he didn't wait for the familiar chestnut, Li Yuanzhi remembered that this "grandfather" has always talked to him as a grandfather these days, but in the past, grandpa would reward himself with a chestnut.

"So everything is fake? is this a dream?" Li Yuanzhi said with a trembling voice. But the grandfather in front of him seemed to be frozen, motionless. Li Yuanzhi's tears were like beads with broken threads, and he couldn't stop it.

On the way to the sky, Li Yuanzhi, who was still lying on the steps, had tears slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, the sky with only four visions suddenly turned gray, and then a huge sun appeared in the western sky, and then mountains and trees appeared on the mountain.

The crowd below the road to heaven immediately exploded.

"Is this the vision of the White Emperor?

"yes, what a grandiose momentum. ”

“......”

As the mountains and hills appeared, a large tree appeared in the sky that had fallen to the ground, and the roots of the tree still carried clods of earth, as if it had been pulled out of the ground by life. Then next to the big tree, there was a huge stone, the stone was lying horizontally, and it was vaguely visible that there were two words at the bottom of the stone, but it was impossible to see what was written on it, and on which stone, there was a thin and weak figure, looking at the eastern sky in a daze.

Just when everyone was looking at the vision and discussing the vision of the White Emperor, including the giant Buddha and the Vermilion Bird, in the attic in the distance, a black figure fell silent watching the vision, and only drank a big sip of wine for a long time, and no longer cherished it as before. It's just that after drinking, I still feel a little itchy in my throat and want to say something.

Who will the sunset send, and who will wait for the lonely shadow of the dead tree?