I saw my ghost sometimes floating out of that cold body, my consciousness as if it were resting on the top of a sea buckthorn tree; Sometimes they come out of the cave and look at the city in the distance, and the lights in the city are dim, not as bright as the stars in the sky.

I sat on the sand dune, the sand under my feet whined, and I held my face and hummed: "There is a little fox, jumping around on the Gobi Desert." Where is your nest? At the end of the rainbow, west of Moon City......"

The handful of bones sighed in the silence of the grotto, and was picked up by Wei Wuji and placed in the sarcophagus, the lid of which delicately traced the portrait of the flying woman.

The vivid and beautiful pigment is out of place in contrast to the dusky desert outside the cave.

The woman in the portrait is depicted as a bright-eyed and benevolent appearance, however, with such eyebrows and such eyes, slightly lowered, it seems that she can break through the obstacles of life, death and confusion in the world, and is indifferent to all things.

After Wei Wuji helped me to bury me, he disappeared completely, and along with his subordinates of the Great Bright Palace, I never saw them again.

I haven't been able to figure out how he got into this isolated grotto?

Why did you look at me so sadly at the moment of my dying?

There was a disconnect in my memory, and I couldn't remember anything important that slipped through my fingers like sand.

The third brother once said that after death, people will see black and white impermanence.

But it's very strange that I didn't see any ghosts and gods taking me to reincarnation, but I just watched the high sun outside the grotto from dawn fall year after year, and my own heart gradually sank, and in the end, the sun finally disappeared, blocked by the glorious Xiliang Palace in the distance, and I couldn't see it anymore.

Heaven and earth were covered in night, and even the last light could not be seen.

My sighs grew deeper and deeper, like singing strings, and at dusk often attracted birds and vultures flying in the distance, and they accompanied me outside the grotto through long lonely nights.

I don't know if it's because my resentment is too deep, in recent years, the oases distributed not far from the grottoes have disappeared, gradually turning into a sea of golden sand, and the birds nesting outside the grottoes have become more and more prosperous, such a change has attracted the attention of the people of Jiuquan County and the people in the Xiliang court, they often kowtow outside because of fear, and the sea of people in Wuyang is kneeling like a tide, but it disturbs my soul even more restless.

It's ridiculous, they prayed that I could protect the people of Xiliang Kingdom, when they forced me to sacrifice to the sky, except for the third brother, who was willing to protect me into the wings to protect me and survive safely?

I was full of anger, and some broken rocks rolled down from the cave and smashed them severely, and the red blood flowed and smashed on the golden Gobi Desert, the color was dazzling, and the colors depicted on my flying portrait were very beautiful.

I suddenly became happy, and when I was ready to play another hurtful game, a moon-white light suddenly rose from the grotto, as if from the painting wall, and as if I could not trace the source, I only felt that the light was getting brighter and brighter, from eternity, a bridge of white clouds condensed like clouds and mist slowly appeared in front of me.

One end of the bridge stretched to my feet, but the other end seemed to have no end in sight, only to the sky, obscured by a thick fog, and the light was like the rising sun, gentle and bright.

I figured if I hadn't died, I must have been dreaming.

Just as I was in doubt, I suddenly heard a bell of the spirit, and for some reason, I got into the carriage of the bridge in a fluttering way.

No, to be precise, it was not a carriage, it was a white deer and a hedgehog that pulled the cart.

The white-clad driver waved his whip, and the car sped like a cloud.

I asked, where is this going?

I saw the white-clothed driver smile faintly, and there was a deep meaning in that smile that I couldn't describe.

Is it time to drive me to reincarnation?

I had doubts in my heart and asked, "Then who are you?" ”

The young man in white did not answer my words, his face was expressionless, but he flicked his coarse linen whip in the air, and the white deer and the piggy were frightened and flew away.

He must be a mute!

I flattened my mouth, and as the carriage continued to gallop on the bridge in the clouds, it melted into the sky, like a truly vigorous Pegasus, drifting in the mist for three hundred days when the sun rose and set, and finally entered another fresh world.