One old and one young, looking at each other on the top of the mountain.

One is decaying in blood and blood, while the other is in the peak of blood.

"Clan Elder!" Huang Chen said as he looked at the old man.

If there is anyone in this Tibetan village who Huang Chen can't see through, it must be this old man, although the old man always looks like he is in his last years, but there seems to be Zhou Tianxing hidden in those eyes.

Now the old man must have something important to do when he comes to Siming Mountain.

The old man nodded, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked at the surrounding mountains, those mountains have no life springs, and they are not as eternal as 100,000 mountains, and the flowers and plants are already full of yellow leaves if they are not always in bloom and undefeated.

The old man asked Huang Chen: "Every grass and tree on this Siming Mountain is evergreen in all seasons, is it a blessing or a curse, good or bad?"

The autumn wind rises, the white clouds fly, the grass and trees fall, and the geese return to the south.

Spring is born and autumn falls, this is the rotation of the four seasons, but it has failed on this Siming Mountain.

If the flower can bloom forever, who will love the stump and the leaf?

If people can always be prosperous, who wants to survive the twilight of decay?

This question is obvious, obviously a blessing, and a great thing.

Huang Chen listened to the old man's words, but he didn't answer in a hurry.

Huang Chen knew that the old man was not just asking about the withering glory of the plants and trees, but about the flow of life and death, and said in silence for a long time: "I once saw a tree in my dream, floating in the starry sky, and the leaves on it were not just one color. ”

"What kind of tree is that?" the old man continued.

Huang Chen continued, "That tree has a main trunk and nine branches, each of which has a leaf on it. ”

"Oh, is there anything else in that tree?" asked the old man.

Huang Chen shook his head: "I only saw it in a dream, even if it was a dream, it was only a glimpse, and I haven't seen it after that." ”

When the old man heard this, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes and said, "Do you remember the first night you came to Zangsheng Village?"

Huang Chen said: "This Huang Chen naturally remembers. ”

Huang Chen waited silently just to see the world that the old man said, he wanted to know if this world was the world in his dreams, the world that haunted his dreams.

Huang Chen doesn't remember anything, but he often has the same dream, and dreaming of the same scene must have a lot to do with it.

As the saying goes: think about it during the day, dream about it at night.

And Huang Chen was thoughtless during the day, but he fell asleep every night.

What is a dream?

Huang Chen once asked the crazy Taoist, and he only spit out four words: "Xuan and Xuan!"

The old man continued to ask, "Do you still want to take a look at it even if you give up your life?"

"Still. ”

"The day after tomorrow is the Spring and Autumn Festival, when you will see what you want. ”

The old man beckoned and walked down the mountain.

Is the time come? The last green leaf on the distant mountain was dyed yellow after all.

"Is there really a tree like that in this world?"

The old man looked at the yellow leaves and muttered, sighed, and disappeared into the clouds and mist of the mountain.

Now on this Siming Mountain, next to the Destiny Spring, only Huang Chen is left sitting alone, overlooking the 10,000-mile long river and the 100,000 mountains from afar.

Looking at the mountains all day long, Huang Chen, the 365 mountains around this Tibetan village, saw some clues since that day when he was 100,000 mountains by King Liu Qingshan.

If these 365 mountains are really as Huang Chen thought, then the day after tomorrow you will be able to see the original appearance of these mountains.

......

In this way, Huang Chen sat on Siming Mountain for two days, and on the third day, the night was indistinguishable.

Huang Chen looked up, only to see that the big sun above the Tibetan Village was now almost completely black, leaving only a little bit of light in the center, shining on the world.

Seeing this, Huang Chen did not stay any longer, and then went down the mountain to Zangsheng Village.

The sun rises and the moon sets, shuttling back and forth in the familiar forest path, this road Huang Chen doesn't know how many times, everything is the same, it has never changed.

Stepping through the forest and turning over the stream, Zangsheng Village reappeared in front of me.

It's just that today's Tibetan village is full of a sense of sadness, all the people in Tibetan village are wearing white clothes and sketches, and there is a lot of fog in the sky, and countless white paper paintings are scattered in the air.

Huang Chen walked through the crowd to the faceless figure, the first four thin lines on the faceless figure had spread all over the body, converging between the faceless figure's eyebrows, and it was still slowly spreading, and it would not be long before the faceless figure was about to be completely shattered.

The old man making tea stood under the faceless figure, and Yuan Wu Zhongli stood on both sides.

This is the Spring and Autumn Festival, since it is a sacrifice, how can there be no sacrifice?

I saw a small stone mill at the lower end of the faceless figure, on which were placed a plate of water anemone and fire sun, and a cup of turbid tea.

Huang Chen saw that this stone mill was what he was grinding every day, but now it was much smaller, and the water anemone and the fire sun were the things in front of Wu Zhongli's door, but now they were all cut off for sacrifice.

The entire Tibetan village is silent, but silence is better than sound at this time!

The old man who made tea trembled, and walked to the faceless figure with a peach wood on his hand, presumably the rotten peach tree in front of the old man's door was also cut off.

The old man's eyes were blank, and he raised his head to look at the faceless figure, as if he was looking at his old friend for many years and began to tell: "The long river is in front, the mountain of life is behind, the vicissitudes of time, the world is changing, the cangs are rebellious, the yin and yang are reversed, the gods of life are drifting, there is no power to return to the sky, 100,000 years of guard, 8,000 years of blessing, Qiankun follows the right path, good and evil are retributed, but the will of heaven is like a knife, and the people have gone to ......."

The old man's body was extremely weak, but at this moment there was a sound of reciting the sacrificial words, his white hair flew up unconsciously, his eyes were shining, and his expression was firm, as if the scene of the year was vivid, and his body straightened up again, and at the end, the peach cane in his hand slammed the ground three times, and the dust flew wantonly for a while, and then he shouted angrily: "There are gods three feet above your head, don't dare to be angry and dare not speak, there is a blue sky with three feet above your head, don't bully people and don't deceive the sky!"

Surge forward!

The sky suddenly fogged up, and the white paper painting broke through the clouds and mist, and finally revealed the tip of the iceberg, but it was full of carved beams and painted buildings and jade, which was a fairyland that had never existed in the world!

The white paper spits out ink and intersects above the faceless figure, outlining a scene of bliss.

The fog is filled, the wind gusts, the strange flowers and grass, the bamboo and pine, the dragon and the phoenix, and the spring water dingdong.

Strange flowers that have not been removed for thousands of years, there are all kinds of evergreen different grasses, between the clusters of flowers and plants is a bend of lotus pond, a lotus flower blooms in it, and there is a turtle crawling on the lotus leaf, looking forward to it.

But Huang Chen always felt that something was missing when he saw this scene, which made this scene imperfect and a fly in the ointment.

"Present"

With the old man's order, all the white paper was fixed in the air, and all the white paper began to change in an instant, and the pavilions and pavilions of Qionglou Yuyu disappeared, and a face appeared on each white paper, and it turned out to be the faces of the Tibetan villagers.

It's just that there is less Yuan Wu Zhongli and less old man.

Huang Chen suddenly understood, and finally knew what was missing in this perfect picture?

Now it seems that it is people who are missing.

All the beauty of the world is meaningless if no one appreciates it, just like the king of flowers, if no one praises it, then it is also an ordinary flower.

And the most central piece of ink-splashed white paper is a mysterious woman!

Although the mysterious woman in the white paper painting sits on the edge of the lotus pond with only one back exposed, Huang Chen firmly believes that everything in the ink splash painting revolves around this mysterious woman, and it is all centered on this woman.

Huang Chen looked at it intently, but the Tibetan villagers in the audience did not show anything unusual, and their eyes were still cold.

Just when Huang Chen was fascinated, the woman in the painting actually moved, turned her head suddenly, looked at Huang Chen and smiled.

This smile is naturally beautiful and moving, but it makes Huang Chen's heart tremble.

There is no other reason, just because the woman in this paper has the same face as Bai Lian, but Huang Chen can be sure that it is not Bai Lian, the temperament of the two is completely different, one is innocent and the other is noble and indifferent.

One forehead is a little cinnabar on the center of the eyebrows, and the other is a lotus flower blooming between the eyebrows.

Just when Huang Chen was still thinking about the connection between Bai Lian and this woman, he only heard the old man raise his peach wood and point to the sky and shouted: "Look at the mountains and rivers, all over the gods, and sacrifice the lord of the underworld with the spirit of the dead gods - the Great Emperor of Reincarnation!"

With the old man shouting, in an instant, all the white paper flew into the sky, floating back and forth around the last white paper, and suddenly turned into a huge lotus firework.

"Sacrifice Sacrifice Sacrifice ......"

The Tibetan villagers echoed and banged on the ground.

"Huang Chen opened his eyes and took a good look at that world!"

Just after the old man who was making tea shouted the name of the lord of the underworld, the four heavenly cracks in the limbs of the faceless statue finally converged at the faceless statue's life palace, and the sky had completely turned into a black sun, and there was no trace of light.

There was no wind for a while, and the space froze.

But in a moment, the great sun shattered, and a cold and emotionless whisper fell from the sky.

"Who broke the taboo?

Immediately, the space above Zangsheng Village began to crumble, and countless auspicious clouds spread out from the crack, flowing out of starlight, colored light, and glow, and all the beautiful light in the world flowed out of this crack, and these rays of light fell from the sky, surrounding Zangsheng Village.

Huang Chen looked up, and an incomparably large and splendid world was revealed.