Finally, another row of corpses was buried by Qin Jue, and at the moment when Qin Jue had just stopped, the fence wall and thatched hermitage actually moved outward out of thin air, directly surrounding that row of graves.

Qin Jue was slightly stunned, looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It seems that it is quite good for me, in this way, it saves a lot of wrongdoing. ”

So saying, he moved forward again and began to dig the grave.

……

Time passed day by day, and Qin Jue tirelessly repeated the work in his hand over and over again, as if there was no time to change here, he could not see the sun and the moon rising, he could not see the rotation of the four seasons, it had always been the dilapidated state in front of him, and it had never changed. As soon as Qin Jue entered the house, the sky would immediately clear, but as long as he went out with a wooden sign, it was full of pouring rain, which seemed to have become a fixed situation, everything went on and on, and he repeated the same work over and over again, without eating or drinking, except for the occasional stop to smoke a cigarette, there was no other action.

Perhaps everything he did was worth remembering, there were more and more graves everywhere, and the black fog floating in the sky gradually dissipated, although he couldn't feel the passage of time and couldn't see the change of the seasons, but Qin Jue's temples had added a lot of silver and white hair, and his face was getting more and more aging.

In addition to his busy schedule, he seems to have begun to think about a new problem.

"What the hell am I doing? Digging graves aimlessly? Why am I doing this? Is this really the test of inheritance? There are so many corpses, and I'm getting old, will I be able to bury them all by the time I die?"

For him, these seemed to be the questions that were bothering him.

It's a pity that he didn't stop looking for the answer at all, just repeated the actions in his hand over and over again. Cemeteries were dug up, corpses were buried, and then wooden signs were erected, whether it was gods or monsters, they were all buried in rows. Gradually, even he forgot the purpose of his trip, and came here to ask for it, but he toiled like this repeatedly.

Until his temples were pale, until his face was wrinkled, until he was clumsy, until he was out of breath, and he didn't know how long it had been, maybe ten years, or a hundred years, when he had buried the corpse of the last dragon, and had written the last wooden plaque, the Tomb of the Candle Dragon, and then he felt extremely relaxed.

Originally, he was going to go back to the hut to rest, but as soon as he had taken two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"The rest may be my own grave, I have buried all the gods and demons of the heavens, and I have been buried for a whole day, and when I bury myself, maybe everything should be complete. ”

Thinking about it, he glanced at the grave in front of him with his slumped body, and there seemed to be no extra space on the whole land that could accommodate a small tomb of his own. Sighing helplessly, he moved his gaze to the boulder that had been shattered by thunder when he had just set foot here.

He walked over slowly, digging hard with his hoe, and the rocks here were much harder than the dirt. After wasting his strength for a long time, several blisters were even ground out on his hands, and even the blisters were worn out again, and a hole was finally dug up.

Qin Jue slowly returned to the thatched hermitage, the cinnabar on the inkstone had been used up, and only a faint red mark remained on the tip of the brush.

Picked up the brush, slowly on the last wooden card, write - the tomb of Qin Jue, and then he walked out again, at this time the rain outside has stopped, he left the clothes on the straw mat, just like that, carrying a hoe to bury his tombstone, and then the hoe stood on the door of the hermitage, and then returned to the pit, slowly lay down, with both hands to pick up the scattered stones around the pit, and slowly buried himself in.

Call......

A breeze blew, the whole world suddenly changed color, the black fog finally dissipated, the sun sprinkled on the earth again, the magma began to retreat, the cracks on the ground gradually healed, and soon, the earth was once again ignited with a burst of life, especially on this tomb, full of bewitching flowers.

If Qin Jue was still there, maybe he would be able to recognize it at a glance, this is the flower on the other side, it is rumored that the flower on the other side blooms in the realm of life and death, the flower on the other side blooms, and the flower blooms on the other side. Flowers don't see leaves, leaves don't see flowers, on the banks of the Lechuan River, a few people are withering!

In the blink of an eye, flowers bloomed everywhere, red and white, decorating the earth with colorful and splendid, and finally this place is no longer dilapidated, but full of vitality, and the dilapidated fence has once again circled the mountain with vines, and a few petunias have bloomed in the green leaves; the thatched hermitage is also full of creepers, adding some greenery to the whole hermitage and even the whole sky, and everything around is full of life.

Even on top of Qin Jue's grave, there was a small grass that came out of the crack in the stone, facing the warm sun, growing and radiating vitality.

At this moment, a phantom figure came out of the thatched hermitage, he picked up his hoe, and slowly walked towards Qin Jue's grave in his robe.

"Alas......"

With a soft sigh, he spread his coat on the stones, and the hoe lay horizontally in front of the tombstone.

"I can't imagine that there are such persistent people in this world, you buried the sky, and buried yourself, these things will sleep with you, maybe you already have the answer, people who jump out of the chess game, ordinary may be the only answer, and the grave is your final destination. ”

As soon as the words fell, the phantom disappeared completely. The whole world returned to silence, and since then it has been quiet and harmonious, and since then it has changed into a blessed and fertile land.

Maybe even Qin Jue didn't know that this phantom had appeared, or maybe he had forgotten that he still had those three imperial decrees tied to his feet, and now he was buried in the grave with him.

Spring goes to autumn, year after year, the morning glory on the fence garden blooms and fails, defeats and blooms, but there is no movement on this land full of graves, until Qin Jue's grave, the grass has grown into a towering tree, and the grave that has been sealed for a long time finally has a reaction.

First in the deepest mound, a young baby suddenly crawled out, he looked like a porcelain doll, and crawled out of the grave, and then the second mound, and out of it came a colorful piebald snake, and then the third mound......

Until the last palm-sized young dragon woke up, this world seemed to be lively again, there were no more battles here, no more killing, everyone was a creature crawling out of the grave, there was no difference in species, and there would be no ethnic strife.

But none of the creatures left, and they all gathered in front of the last tomb on the stone platform, waiting quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but finally a hand stretched out through the gap in the root of the big tree, and then a figure wearing a crown, a purple and gold robe, and nine dragon boots climbed up from under the big tree.

"Oh......" all the creatures cheered, and bowed to the figure in front of the tree.

At this time, the man also opened his eyes, glanced at everything in front of him, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"It's going to start all over again!"

However, at this moment, a thunderbolt thundered down from the clear sky, and it slashed directly down the big tree behind the man. He felt that it was dark in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, everything was gone.

He was still standing on the stone platform, but the graves, wooden signs, and countless creatures in front of him were all gone, leaving only the ruined fence garden and the ruined thatched hermitage.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless wasteland, a flat river, a barren, everything is like a dream.

"This ......" sighed softly, Qin Jue frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Could it be that all this is an illusion?

He shook his head and turned to walk towards the thatched hermitage.

In front of the dusty broken door, there was still the rusty hoe, and the wooden sign on the door was still irregular in shape, but the words on it had changed.

"Heavenly Dao! Burial Heaven has become Heavenly Dao, it seems that the heavens are buried, but this Dao is not extinguished!" With a light sigh, Qin Jue gently pushed the door open.

Everything in front of him made Qin Jue slightly stunned, it was still a shabby straw mat with a robe on it, and the lame table was still placed on one side of the corner, but there was an old man in front of the table, the old man was holding a brush, dipped in cinnabar, and gently scratched it on the paper.

"Are you?" Qin Jue frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Don't be surprised that you're here, I'm the gravedigger before you!" the old man smiled softly, his face very kind.

"Those corpses and graves ......"

"There is no doubt that all this is true, and that you have accomplished what I have not done, which shows that you are more determined than I am. The old man nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the pen and scratched it lightly on the paper again.

Qin Jue was slightly stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Since all this is true, then where have all these graves gone?" I clearly saw that they had all turned into children and cubs, laughing at me, why did everything disappear again in the blink of an eye?"

"Indeed, they have all become young, and now they are in a perfect world, where the germ of the world is, and they will grow with it, and it is because you buried them and gave them their hearts again, that they treat you as if you were a father, and worship you as a father, and that is why they bow down to you. The old man explained with a smile.

"Serve me as a father, but not all the graves were laid by me, did I?" Qin Juehu said suspiciously, a little puzzled.

"Yes, I buried the previous ones, but you persevered to the end, and even buried yourself there, didn't you?" asked the old man with a smile.

"That's true, because I think all living things are buried in the tomb, and I'm about to run out of oil, and I'm no exception. ”

"Indeed, so you did better than me, because you persevered until the end. The old man continued to laugh.

The old man's understatement seemed to make Qin Jue even more confused.

"Is that so? But who are you?"

"I'm the gravedigger before you. ”

With this sentence again, Qin Jue's face was a little gloomy.

"What the hell does a gravedigger do? Why did I become a gravedigger?"

The old man said indifferently: "This is your own choice, from the moment you pick up the hoe and put on the robe, you have already chosen, haven't you? And by becoming a gravedigger, you can bury the corpses of the gods and demons and let them be reborn in the tomb, right?"

"However, I didn't give them a new life, so I shouldn't be their father, should I?" Qin Jue continued.

"Indeed, it was Heaven that gave them rebirth, not you, you just buried the heavens. We gravediggers are just here to dig up the grave sky. The old man explained.

"Did I really bury the heavens? How many gravediggers like us are there?"

"There are only two, you and me, and I have already given up, and now you are the only one left. The old man whispered.

"Is I the only one left?" and why should you give up?" Qin asked puzzled.

"Actually, I didn't want to give up, in order to dig the grave, I didn't hesitate to separate the spirit and blood from the essence and blood, and condensed more strength to dig the grave, but unfortunately, after the separation, they all seemed to deviate from my original intention and were no longer willing to stay here, so they were all scattered, but then they also fell here. I thought you buried them, that's why I'm showing up again, and I should thank you for that. The old man smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I seem to be more confused, but all this doesn't seem to matter anymore, I only came here to accept the vertical and horizontal inheritance, I don't know if I went to the wrong place?"

This invisible net, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, no matter how you use it, you can't escape, cut constantly, after all, you are bound in it, but there is only one kind of person who is not among them, and even jumped out before the formation of the big net. That is we, the gravediggers, who buried the heavens and buried ourselves. The old man said solemnly.

"Uh...... , Actually, I don't want to listen to your nonsense, I'm just here to accept the inheritance left by Guiguzi, if you know, tell me, if you don't know, I'll find it myself!" Qin Jue's face was a little angry, he already had an expression of meaning, but he was still pretended to be a profound lecture by the old man for a while, the key is that he still doesn't understand a word, it's really a bit of a fuck, what makes him even more unbearable is that he still says it so comfortably.

"Playing the score, it's enough for you Lao Tzu!" scolded secretly, Qin Jue gave the old man a fierce look.

The old man smiled lightly, pointed to a thick book on the side of the table, and said indifferently: "I'm afraid this is what you're looking for, maybe there is the answer you want here." But before I leave, I want to send you two words, how about it?"

Seeing that the inheritance he asked for was actually used by the old man to pad the table legs, Qin never felt annoyed.

"Two words, what words? Isn't it another burial?"

The old man shook his head and chuckled, "I'll leave it to you to see!"

After saying that, he disappeared out of thin air again.

"Grandma's, shouldn't you hallucinate again?"

Secretly scolding, Qin Jue slowly stepped forward, looking at the two words that the old man had sketched on the paper, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"Pangu!, this is fierce enough!"