"Immortal Rebellion" made me cry without passing through......

At this moment, the sky outside is getting dark, it is already dusk, and the setting sun shines through the window and falls on Sun Tai, making this person even more old, like twilight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even on this person's body, when reflected by the afterglow of the sunset, a trace of death gradually revealed, although there is nothing, but Wang Lin's artistic conception is the cycle of life and death, and the clues can be seen at a glance.

"Your longevity, it's not much......" Wang Lin retracted his gaze and said flatly.

Sun Tai was bitter and nodded: "It's not much, in another twenty years, the old man can feel it." ”

"You, go back. Twenty years later, if I am still in Ranyunxing, I will send you personally. Wang Lin closed his eyes.

Sun Tai was silent, stood up for a long time, looked at the sunset outside the window, and said softly: "You...... Can you promise me one thing? ”

"Say." Wang Lin didn't open his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Twenty years later, if you really send me, please bring my ashes back to the Dark Moon Star in the Alliance Star Field, where there is a Tianshan Mountain, and there is a village under the mountain, send my ashes there......"

Wang Lin sighed lightly, opened his eyes, looked at Sun Tai, and nodded.

Sun Tai smiled gratefully, at this moment, he was like an old man among mortals, before he died, he wanted to return to his roots, instead of becoming a soul in a foreign land after death.

He took out a storage bag from his arms, slowly put it aside, and said softly: "Here, there are some immortal jades, which I am ready to use for the purpose of resuming cultivation one day, seeing you, I feel that I don't need it anymore, you can take it, there is also the old man's experience in alchemy and refining, and it should be your thank you for sending the old man back to his hometown." ”

Facing the sunset, Sun Tai staggered out, and the afterglow on his body, emitting an orange light, accompanied by Sun Tai, walking farther and farther.

Seeing the departure of Sun Tai's back, in Wang Lin's eyes, the great elder of the Corpse Yin Sect who fought with Zhou Yi back then, snatched the female corpse, and dominated the situation, gradually overlapped with this back.

Sun Tai didn't ask until he left, what was the magic boy he released back then, perhaps, he had really given up all of them and wanted to open them, and for the rest of the twenty years, he just wanted to spend it quietly and ordinarily.

Sending the storage bag out is also a manifestation of opening the knot in his heart, indicating that he has given up the possibility of recovery, given up everything, and even the hundreds of years since he came to this Luo Tian Star Domain, he has been unwilling.

He ended up like this because of Wang Lin, but because Wang Lin gave up everything, he was relieved of hundreds of years of spiritual pain, if it is really said that there is cause and effect, this is it.

His only request was to return to his roots, that is, to let Wang Lin send him back to his hometown, to the small village at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains......

In the northern part of the Alliance Star Field, there is a Xiuzhen Star, this star is located in the depths of the north, far away from the battlefield many days ago, and has not been affected, from a distance, this star has extremely sufficient spiritual power, and it is full of high-spirited greenery, but it is a Xiuzhen Star surrounded by endless forests.

This is a seventh-level beacon star!

In addition to this star, there are three small Xiuzhen stars orbiting, and there are secondary stars.

This seventh-level cultivation star has a very beautiful name, it is called the Dark Moon.

On the Dark Moon Star, the vast majority of the villages are covered by forests, and there are many mortal villages, scattered and scattered, and among the famous mountains and rivers, there are many enthalpy of the cultivation sect.

There is a famous mountain in the south, this mountain is called the Tianshan Mountain by the locals, this Tianshan Mountain is very high, look at the bottom of the mountain, you can only see the clouds and mist, I don't know whether the peak is Jiuxiao.

A stone path winds its way down from the top of the mountain, most of which is hidden in the clouds, and every moment, a sense of ethereal wonderland rises in the heart.

In the early morning, bells come from the mountains and echo around. A few beautiful birds, turning into black spots, shuttled through the clouds and mist, wandering around the Tianshan Mountains, sometimes making a few loud hisses, intertwined with the bells.

This scene, like a scene in a painting, is quite elegant, like a paradise.

"Knock...... Boom...... "Knock ......" rises and falls with the bell on the top of the mountain, as if it has broken open and swirled

The clouds and mist of the mountain peaks slowly drifted out, so that all who heard it would have peace in their hearts.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a mortal village practice, this village is not big, only less than 100 households, surrounded by apricot trees, the apricot trees are full of apricot blossoms, the wind blows, bursts of fragrance waft out and permeate the surroundings.

Smelling the fragrance of apricots, there is a sense of fluttering in the heart.

The sound of the bell, as if blowing away the night cold, rises in the early morning, and bursts of cooking smoke and the sound of barking dogs are heard.

The smoke is elegant, as if the last trace of twilight in the early morning has been dissolved, and from a distance, the picture of movement and stillness contains a kind of artistic conception.

Wang Lin stood silently in the distance, looking at the village in front of him.

With the background of cooking smoke, what is moving is the rising cooking smoke and the swaying apricot trees, and the static is a row of century-old houses, moving and quiet, highlighting and stirring up the leisure and busyness of the world, they are so inadvertently combined with movement and stillness from time to time, bringing Wang Lin a kind of familiar and unfamiliar memories.

What he recalls is not the village in front of him, but Suzaku's childhood.

In a trance, bursts of nursery rhymes came from not far away, and the sound of bells reverberated crisply in the tranquility of the early morning.

"The apricot blossom tree, blooming white flowers, the adopted daughter Mo put the Taoist priest's house. Erlang just went up the mountain a year ago, and after the year, Ichiro's bones were cold, and his adopted daughter cried to accompany the dead, but he regarded the coffin as his own ...... Apricot blossom tree, white flowers, children do not want to see Taoism, if you ask me how old I am, but also said that there is no Taoist fate, the dog barks, the cat scratches, scared the Taoist priest back to his hometown. ”

The immature child's voice came into Wang Lin's ears, and as the crisp bell got closer and closer, it was a little boy wearing a cloth coat and riding on a ox, walking along the country road towards the village.

The ox has an iron rope on its nose, and there are two bells on it, and as it walks, the bells continue to ring, and behind the ox, there are several calves.

When the little boy saw Wang Lin, he didn't recognize his life, he sang the nursery rhyme Sisi and approached, and when he got close to Wang Ji, the little boy tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and said crisply: "Uncle, you came here, but you got lost?" ”

Wang Lin smiled on his face, nodded, and said, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Xiao Tong smiled and pointed ahead, and the immature child's voice came out: "Here, this is Xinghua Village!" So saying, he sat down on the ox, walked towards the village, and left far away, only the nursery rhyme still echoed......

Wang Lin sighed, the nursery rhyme was like an ear, but there was a trace of indescribable sadness, and he muttered to himself: "Dark Moon Star, the head of the village under the Tianshan Mountain...... It's here. ”

In Wang Lin's ears, the homesick call of the deceased and dying was vaguely echoed

Call.

"Please bring my ashes back to the Dark Moon Star in the Alliance Star Field, there is a Tianshan Mountain, and there is a village at the bottom of the mountain, send my ashes there......"

A few miles behind Xinghua Village. In the midst of a piece of grass and trees, one by one the graves were lonely and scattered, Wang Lin's figure appeared here, looking at the graves in front of him, he was silent for a long time, and patted the storage bag.

A white jade vial appeared in Wang Lin's hand, holding this bottle, Wang Lin sighed lightly and muttered, "Sun Tai...... You and I have a grudge, in the past, I promised to send your ashes back to my hometown, and today, Wang has done it. ”

As he spoke, the vial in his hand flew out automatically and landed in an open space not far away, and after it was integrated into the soil, there was a dirt bag slowly piling up.

With a wave of his right hand, Wang Lin carved the void with two fingers, and under the flash of crystal light, he saw a tombstone appear on the grave, on which a few small characters were written on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

"Tomb of Sun Tai"

"We are cultivators. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years and thousands of years have passed, but all relatives are left for generations, and even if there are, it is a sense of alienation from the bloodline...... Once you step on this path of monasticism, life and death are unpredictable, and your life is destined to be difficult.

Walking on the rugged fairy road, when you turn back, you can't see the lights when you come, and ahead, the same fairy fog is filled. ”

Wang Lin sighed and looked at Sun Tai's grave, with emotion in his eyes.

"Today, you died in a foreign land, and I came to bring your ashes home...... If one day my Wang Lin dies, I don't know if there is anyone who can send my ashes back to Suzaku......" Wang Lin was silent and turned to leave.

"This is cause and effect." Wang Lin's footsteps did not stop, and gradually disappeared into the distance as he walked forward. It's just that the nursery rhyme in the ear has always lingered in my heart for a long time.

"Apricot blossom tree, white blossom ......"

"Cultivation, cultivation, mortal people yearn to become immortals, expect to step into the immortal path, but they don't know how many people have stepped into this immortal path. Envy the ordinary life of mortals.

How many of them, like Sun Tai, died in a foreign land, and their ashes passed away with the wind, and they couldn't find their way home...... How many parents and relatives have not been able to see their children come back until they die...... I just don't know if if I could choose, if I could start all over again, would the cultivators still take that step as always......"

This nursery rhyme, and the bitterness and call of many generations, is sung from the mouth of that boy, outsiders can't understand it, but the cultivators are sad when they hear it...... The name of this nursery rhyme must be ...... ...... not monastic"

There was no longer Wang Lin's figure between heaven and earth, and his whole person melted into nothingness and disappeared. It's just that the nursery rhyme, the emotional enlightenment, is eternally left in this heaven and earth.

Under the starry sky, Wang Lin walked forward step by step, and there was a strong emotion on his body. Although this trip was short, it brought him a lingering mood.