Li Laosan turned his head and found that it was still an illusion, this time, the Taoist priest was in a cave, and there was a white-flour steamed bun in front of him, and there were three incense sticks on the steamed bun, and a candle was lit on the left and right sides of the steamed bun, one red and one white. Li Laosan sat on the ground and watched quietly.

"Let's go, breeze, let the poor road lead you the way, and send you on your last journey. The Taoist priest said softly, and recited an unknown incantation in his mouth, and the three incense sticks on the white-faced steamed buns suddenly ignited a green flame, and after the flame was extinguished, it turned into a cloud of white smoke, and a person slowly walked out of the smoke, it was the scholar who died on the fourth floor.

The scholar smiled and stood quietly.

"Qingfeng, you don't blame me, do you?" asked the Taoist priest in a deep voice, slightly ashamed.

"No, how could I blame you, Dust. You and I have known each other for so many years, and I know that you must have a reason for choosing to live, besides, it may be difficult to live, so you have to bear more. Let's go, there is no one waiting for people on Huangquan Road, oh no, I'm a ghost now. Scholar Qingfeng said, his voice was gentle and delicate, without the slightest blame.

The dust Taoist priest didn't say anything more, and with a wave of dust in his hand, a door appeared directly in front of him, and he strode in, and Qingfeng followed quickly.

On the other side of the door, a gloomy path appeared, and both sides of the path were overgrown with ancient locust trees, and under the locust trees were ownerless lonely graves.

"This is not ......" Li Laosan was shocked again, this road is clearly the road at the entrance of Fanjia Village. What do you want to express in this series of scenes, and how can they have anything to do with a remote mountain village? I'm afraid that the old Liu Tou of the City God Temple and the old lady Luo who the old Taoist priest guided him to find are inextricably linked to this.

"This Huangquan Road is really a little cold, dusty. The two walked on the path one after the other, and the scholar said such a sentence coldly.

"Cold?" Lichen turned his head and glanced at the scholar suspiciously, as if to say, ghosts are also afraid of cold?

"I'm kidding you. Qingfeng covered his mouth and smiled.

Li Laosan suddenly thought of a person, and this person often did such actions, which made Li Laosan feel uncomfortable.

In the illusion, the two of them quickly walked the whole road, and at the end of the road appeared a wide and boundless river, the water in the river was black, and the fishy smell of the river water could be faintly smelled. On the surface of the river, there is a bamboo bridge across the two banks, and at the head of the bridge, an elderly woman with a high bun is bent over, standing there, holding a broken bowl in her hand.

"This must be the famous forgetting to cross the river, and the bridge over the river is the Nai He Bridge, right? I've only read it in books before, but I didn't expect that today, I would have to go through it myself. Qingfeng said without changing his face, but the dust Taoist priest in front of him was a little sad.

"You wait first, I'll go and talk to Meng Po. The Taoist priest said with his back to the breeze, and walked directly towards the Nai He Bridge after speaking. When the old woman by the bridge saw the Taoist priest walking towards her, she immediately squeezed out a smile that was not good-looking.

"I've rarely come to see me lately, little Taoist, don't you do good deeds?. Meng Po said with a smile.

"It's hard to protect yourself!" said the dust Taoist priest softly threw out four words, but he summed up his situation very appropriately.

"What, and you have a grievance?" asked Meng Po with great interest, obviously extremely interested in this matter.

"It's hard to put into words. "The dust is still summed up in four words.

"What a stuffy gourd, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what is the matter with finding your mother-in-law?"

"The scholar over there is a friend of Xiaodao, Xiaodao has the courage to beg his mother-in-law to exempt him from Meng Po soup, which Xiaodao has a small truth, I hope you can understand. As he spoke, he made a gesture to Meng Po.

Meng Po looked the dust Taoist priest up and down, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aren't you teasing my old woman?"

"It's true! The rules are irregular, but you are the rules on the bridge! I hope that my mother-in-law will be gracious. Lichen said sincerely.

"Can talk!" Meng Po grinned, and then turned the soup bowl in her hand upside down, and the newly filled hot soup in the bowl flowed into the Forgotten River, and the river rippled in circles, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts rushed to swim over.

"Cheap these little ghosts!" Meng Po said unwillingly.

"Thank you, mother-in-law!" said Lichen and waved at Meng Po, then turned around and waved his hand at Qingfeng, Qingfeng understood, and walked towards his friend and Meng Po.

"What a good young man, it's a pity to die young, it's a pity!" Meng Po sighed sincerely after seeing Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, you and I will say goodbye, I saw the flower on the other side on the road, remember its appearance, tell me in the next life, I haven't seen it yet!"

"Okay, see you in the next life, I hope the next life is not too far away!" Compared with the dust, the breeze seems to be much more open.

"Let's go, let's go, the ghosts are still waiting!" Meng Po, who was used to seeing life and death, was sensationalized by these two men, and actually felt a little sad, so she urged on the side.

Qingfeng turned around and walked towards the other side as Meng Po strolled on the Nai He Bridge.

Lichen looked at the two backs that were gradually moving away, and only then turned around and walked back onto Huangquan Road until he could no longer see them. As he walked, he waved the floating dust in his hand, the dry graves on both sides of the road sank into the ground, the locust trees collapsed one after another, the Huangquan Road opened a hundred flowers, and a hundred birds gathered in the sky.

Li Laosan watched silently until the illusion stopped, the fog dissipated, and his heart was full of emotion, and his eyes were full of tears. He suddenly felt pathetic, he had lived half his life empty, but he had no friends.

He couldn't understand what the two of them did in the illusion, but he could understand the deep friendship between the two. I have a confidant in life, and I am willing to see the flowers blooming on the other side for you, and die without regrets.

This time, the tower did not collapse again, and Li Laosan did it on the steps for a long time, in a daze for a long time. Countless people and countless things flashed through my mind, and the last thing that appeared was a young and beautiful woman, but she was lying in a pool of blood. A moment later, she was shattered in Li Laosan's mind, scattered into countless petals, floating all over the sky.

Li Laosan got up suddenly, his fists clenched until he was engorged, and his muscles flared up, and then he began to walk towards the upper floor, and when he reached the sixth floor of the tower, the fifth floor collapsed.

In the sixth floor of the tower, smoke began to rise, and Li Laosan, as before, sat quietly on the stairs, waiting and waiting, he was full of expectations for what would happen next.