Early in the morning, Soul Yan walked out of the house, and the snowflakes outside filled the sky, the snow was bigger than yesterday's snowflakes, and a thick snow quilt was stationed in the mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The yellow weeds in the garden were all covered by thick snow, and the ancient remnant bells still sounded in the cold wind, and the melodious sound resounded in the sky.

Soul Yan wore a hat on his head, closed the gate of Gu Yu and walked out of the courtyard, the old lone pine on the cliff, the branches were pressed to the outside of the cliff, and the old crow on the tree flew away at some point.

On the top of the mountain, there is an unobstructed view, the lone pine Guyu, with the addition of the soul words supporting the lonely shadow, there is nothing else, it seems deserted.

Everything he saw last night was very strange, and Gu Yuzhong didn't find much in the soul speech, so he thought that going around the mountain might be rewarding.

The cyan stone steps are like a ladder, from top to bottom, you can't see the end, and the soul Yan steps down the stone steps.

Although there are few people in the mountains, but the intricate sheep intestine trails lead to all parts of the mountains, it seems that it should be left by some woodcutters or hunters who enter the mountains, but it is a pity that the sky is full of snow now, and the snow covers the mountains, and ordinary people will not choose such a season to enter the mountains again.

In such a remote place in the mountains and wilderness, I don't know if there are any people, Soul Yan is alone, dressed in black and wearing a cloak, strolling in the snow, leaving a line of deep footsteps behind him.

Under the snow, the mountains in the distance are faintly visible, like a huge prone sleeping dragon stretching for thousands of miles, and there are occasional deer and wild boars in the mountains and forests, looking for food in the wilderness. Outlined by snowflakes, lined with mountains and wilderness, lonely and clear shadows, walking alone in the snow, like a mountain ink painting of flying snow in winter.

Soul Yan walked for several hours, only to cross two or three mountain beams, and one or two scattered thatched huts could be vaguely seen in the distance, low and low, scattered in the mountains, a thatched hut, still emitting smoke, it seemed that there should be someone.

Searching for the hut, near the smell of a few canine coffee, three or two low thatched huts, two fluffy little ones hiding in the small nest in front of the house, poked their heads out, and roared towards the soul.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Soul Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door lightly, and after a while, a man with a black face opened the low door and looked at Soul Yan with a hot breath.

"Brother, passers-by, come to get warm, is it convenient?" Soul Yan smiled and spoke, Soul Yan knows how to be polite, and the people in the mountains are very simple, which will not change in any era.

The black-faced strong man looked at the snow outside, looked at the soul word again, and invited the soul word into the hut.

Although the small hut is low, it can withstand the wind and cold, and there is a fire in the house, an old woman sits at the head of the bed not far away and is busy with her work, and an old man sits by the stove to make a fire.

On the other side of the wall, there was a small door open, which seemed to be a place for cooking, and there was a slight noise from inside. Looking at all this, a warmth also rose in Soul Yan's heart.

The black-faced man was quite enthusiastic, so he asked Soul Yan to sit by the stove to make a fire, and he went to the side to get busy, and he was idle, and Soul Yan and the old man chatted on the side.

The old man glanced at Soul Yan, but he didn't ask much, and he got into a routine with Soul Yan. From the old man's words, I learned that the old man had been living in the mountains since his ancestors had moved to the mountains, and had been living by hunting, only occasionally going out to the mountains.

A few years ago, there were still some families here, and their lives were also helped, but unfortunately in recent years, they have left, and those who have moved outside the mountains have also moved away. Now only himself, his wife, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter are left in a family of five, living here, he and his wife are old, and they can't walk, and their lives are taken care of by their son and daughter-in-law.

When the two of them go, there will be no one here.

The old man's words are very simple, and the soul is warm in his heart, in the mountains and wilderness, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, more self-sufficient, and happy!

The old man and Soul Yan sat in front of the fire, and the five or six-year-old girl ran over and snuggled in her grandfather's arms, and her eyes looked at Soul Yan curiously, looking at Soul Yan, a stranger who was seventeen or eighteen years old, a little shy.

"In the mountains, there are fewer people with children," the old man explained.

Soul Yan looked at the cute child and nodded, he also came over like this.

During the conversation and laughter, the soul asked the old man about the cliffs beyond a few mountains, and believed that the old man's world residence should have heard about it.

"Little brother is a cultivator? Come here and ask for the world? The old man asked with a smile when he heard the words of the soul.

Soul Yan did not deny it, nodded, and the old man's eyes became clear, hugging his granddaughter, as if he was reminiscing.

After a long time, the old man said, "The ancestors lived in seclusion here hundreds of years ago, and the mountain appeared there, and there have been more than ten generations."

"For as long as I can remember, I've only heard bells coming down from time to time on the mountain, and the mountain seems to have a barrier, and we can't go up."

"According to the ancestors, it is said that there is a great immortal living on that mountain, but no one has ever seen it."

"The bell on the mountain has never stopped, and although we can't go up the mountain, we are used to it."

The old man told the soul what he knew, and did not hold back.

The things that the old man said were also carefully considered, and there didn't seem to be much available, and the "immortal" he said was just a name for the strong cultivators, and with the current cultivation of the soul words, I am afraid that they could also be called the "immortals" in their mouths.

Soul Yan stayed in the hut for a long time, and the old man enthusiastically stayed for Soul Yan to eat, and Soul Yan did not refuse, and ate a delicious and simple peasant meal at the old man's house.

I heard that the old man's wife had a leg disease, and the soul said that the old man's leg disease was cured with a gesture, and the old man's decades of illness were cured, and tears of joy fell from his eyes.

Seeing that Soul Yan was determined to leave, the old man packed up some of the specialties of the farmhouse and mountains for Soul Yan, and took them to eat on the road.

The heavy snow has stained the mountains and fields into a silver world, and the snow has piled up, several feet thick, and the snow has stopped.

Soul Yan returned to the hundred-zhang high cliff Guyu, it was already the middle of the night, the night was like water, the stars were dotted, the bells were melodious, and the silence was dry.

The old pine trees were shaking, although there were only a few branches and leaves, they were still crisp and graceful in the snowy night, and a few black crows stood on the branches, not only whether they were asleep or not, but also motionless.

Soul Yan stood on the last bluestone step and looked at the lonely Cangsong and Gu Yu, and the sound of the bell sounded in his ears.

He stood motionless, independent, as petrified, and his eyes could not be extricated for a long time.

"This Gu Yu and this lone pine seem to be one, but this lone pine has an indescribable loneliness, this lone pine seems to be a little strange" After a long time, the soul moved to muttering to himself.

"Knock"

It was ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and the remnant bell rang out, and the sound of the bell was extraordinary and rhymed.

"That's ......"

Soul Yan's eyes flickered, and he looked under the pine tree, and through the color of the snow, everything was in full view.

Three or two old crows stood on the pine branches, their eyes radiated a ghostly light, and a withered figure appeared under the old pine tree, looking at the old pine, his eyes were deep and motionless.

"In ancient times, the wind and clouds have been changeable, and the pine is not old and stands on the cliff; 330,000 years of cultivation, life is empty"

……

"Since ancient times, I have been a talented person for many years, and I have stood alone since I was a child; Look up to the mountain gate and worship the famous teacher, and become famous after 30,000 years"

……

Accompanied by the melodious and mighty bells, the withered figure is as low as firewood, the voice is low and melancholy, and it seems to tell the past.

Soul Yan stood not far away, his heart was turbulent again, he didn't expect to see the withered figure again tonight, and he appeared under the pine out of thin air tonight.

The lonely withered figure, as lonely as the old pine tree, was lost by the world, and the figure and the lone pine turned into one in the night.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the soul said as if he was in the cold autumn, and saw a kind of bleak, poignant picture, a kind of independence of the world, and the eternal sadness.

The lonely shadow is clear, but the loneliness is difficult to speak, the soul seems to be touched, and the corners of the eyes are inexplicably moist.

The figure withered into the firewood, the night wind blew, a little out of place under the huge robe, the bitter shadow moved towards the gate of Gu Yu, the moment he turned around, Soul Yan saw a lonely and depressed and melancholy face, sad and lonely coming to him.

The figure's eyes were deep, and he couldn't see the bottom, and he passed through the gate of Gu Yu, and the soul word followed closely behind, opening the gate gently, and there were only his footprints on the ground.

The remnant bell in the courtyard rang by itself, an indescribable smell, permeating the air, and the withered figure slowly moved the withered body towards the ancient remnant bell.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz"

The figure withered his fingers flicked, and the remnant bell buzzed, as if it was ringing with him, and the human bell was sad together.

Soul Yan had an illusion that the big clock he saw was intact, unbroken, and his figure was like a heavenly sound, but it was a little more lonely.

……

"People will pass away, the bell rings sadly, and the bell rings in the world; This is to go to the heavenly palace to learn the face, and from then on the two heaven and man will be cut off"

……

As soon as the words fell, the big bell that the soul Yan saw was intact, and one corner was broken, worn out in the void, and the ancient remnant bell returned to its remaining state.

The withered figure passed through the door, the soul word stopped, the consciousness was released, the figure sat on the futon and didn't know where to get a wooden fish and floating dust, the sound sounded in the ears, this scene was no different from what the soul said last night.

"Ten thousand years of empty doors, several years of cultivating the body; The road ahead is cut off, and both are empty......"

"I'm not afraid that people will ride the crane, but I'm afraid that the mantle will not be inherited; The doorway of the small Yu hall gathers, and the lone pine stands at the head of the cliff; Three or two old crows chirp at night, and the ancient bell plays fairy music; ……”

……

The voice of the dry shadow was sad and silent, and it sounded for a long time!

After a long time, the withered figure disappeared out of thin air, and everything returned to its original appearance, real and illusory, as if it had never happened.