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But it's like dead, just the walking dead.

The heart is lonely and there is no soul.

The living, drunk, is like a dead man, and he doesn't know who he is.

Those who die have their own corpses and bones, and those who are longing for them in their hearts.

In the same way, those who are alive and drunken have thoughts and cares for them.

Chu Feng's amount of alcohol is very good, if he is really not drunk and social, he can almost say that he is not drunk in a thousand glasses.

In the ancient forest of Miaojiang, Chu Feng found the "medical immortal gourd". In the gourd, there are three elixirs of the world, and there is also a good wine of "immortal drunk".

The medical fairy is about the length of the forearm, and the green body is crystal clear, like jade and jade. It is a spiritual thing that has been raised by nature for hundreds of years and thousands of years.

On weekdays, Chu Feng hung it on his waist and carried it with him. Outsiders only know that this gourd is a strange thing that Chu Feng found. Those close to you don't know much about this fetish.

People who want to get drunk don't get drunk, people get drunk themselves.

Tonight, Chu Feng was alone, drinking immortals alone.

When he got drunk, he was helped back to his old residence in Sioux City.

It's just that the old residence is not the old house of the Jia family that Jia Guqing let him live in when he first arrived in Suzhou City.

Now, the old man is gone, and the old home is no longer the old home......

When the beautiful chef lady's store was first established, Chu Feng and Ran Qing shared an apartment. Today, the business of the beautiful chef is thriving, and Ran Qing is no longer the poor girl she used to be. Whether it is vision, experience, or her own inner temperament, Ran Qing is no longer the person she used to be.

Therefore, the small apartment shared by the two in the past has already been bought by Ran Qing in full. And the room where Chu Feng lived was also carefully taken care of by Ran Qing.

What was it like when Chu Feng left Sioux City, and now, when he came back, it was still the same, and it hadn't changed much.

Tonight, Chu Feng convened and presided over a banquet, and everyone enjoyed themselves, but Chu Feng was the most drunk. He was sent back to the residence by everyone, and under the guidance of Ran Qing, after carrying Chu Feng to the bed, everyone left one after another, entrusting Chu Feng to Ran Qing's care.

It was late at night, and the lights in the room were dim, only the head of the bed was bright.

Ran Qing boiled hot water, gently wiped Chu Feng's cheeks with a hot towel, stretched out his fingers, and gently smoothed Chu Feng's drunken and still frowning brows.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly looking down at Chu Feng, who was drunk and asleep, Ran Qing was a little distracted.

There are few situations like this, quietly, carefully looking and observing the man in front of him.

He is like a mystery, people can't understand him, can't go into the depths of his heart, can't know everything about him. But he is a person who makes people warm and reassuring. He is also a kind and good person, responsible and responsible.

Sister Shu Shi is also a very good woman.

Charming, excellent, outstanding, out of the dust.

She is really a natural match with Brother Chu Feng......

My sister is a brave and bold person, and Brother Chu Feng is also a good man who is responsible.

If, if you had taken the initiative back then, you would not have had an inferiority complex like an ugly duckling......

So, is it possible for me to get together with him? Do you have the courage to accompany such a man to face all the ups and downs of the unknown and difficult in the future?

No, I am not as strong and brave as Sister Shu Shi, I don't have the courage and self-confidence to dare to come together with such a man.

Holding a warm towel, he gently wiped Chu Feng's face, thinking about his thoughts a little distractedly.

The movement of the hand, at some point, stopped, caressing the man's face. The eyes, I don't know when, became tender and confused.

Quietly looked at this man for a long time......

"Alas......"

In the end, it was just a long sigh in the dead of night, no one knew.

Put a cup of hot water on Chu Feng's bedside and put a kettle next to the bed.

Ran Qing gently turned off the bedside light, then got up and walked out of the room.

The moment the door closes, and the moment you look back.

The light in the living room outside the house was reflected through the crack in the door. The faint and hazy light and shadow sprinkled on the bedside, reflecting half of the side face of the drunken and sleeping man at the bedside.

Ran Qing leaned against the door frame and looked back, for a moment, for a long time.

Closing the door gently is like locking in a memory of the past.

No one knows, buried in the heart.

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The next day, when Chu Feng woke up, he found that something was not quite right in the atmosphere of his residence.

Rubbing his slightly sore head after waking up from a hangover, Chu Feng put on his clothes and walked out of the house, only to find that Ran Qing was whispering and talking to several soldiers in military uniforms in the living room.

When everyone saw that Chu Feng had woken up, they all got up one after another.

After some conversation, Chu Feng knew that this was the staff sent by the military to pick him up and go to the martyr's cemetery.

On the same day, Chu Feng transported the bones of hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the border back to his homeland, and then buried the bones of these martyrs in the martyrs' cemetery. When Chu Feng was leaving, he entrusted this matter to the black-clothed ancient monk to do the magic for many soldiers.

Now, the excesses of many martyrs are coming to an end, and it is also the most critical moment.

The bones of hundreds of thousands of martyrs were set up by strange people to seal a certain evil spirit. In the array, there is a yin and a while, and two eyes.

These two formations are divided into yin and yang, good and evil. One is the golden body relics of the enlightened monks, and the other is the body of the evil corpse.

The black-clothed ancient monk who has several relationships with Chu Feng can use the secret method of Buddhism to solve the array of physical relics. But the body of the evil corpse that is extremely evil and evil is neither corrupt nor corrupted, but the black-clothed ancient monk is helpless.

At that time, Chu Feng had already arranged all kinds of aftermath to deal with all kinds of things, and he also knew about it. It's just that I didn't expect this matter to be in time for him to get married.

After thinking about it for a while at his residence, Chu Feng prepared to rush to the martyrs' cemetery in the southwest of the border with the people of the military department to properly handle the matter.

If you take a special plane, you can deal with things over there in three or four days at most. Therefore, after Chu Feng called Shu Shi and Li Qingping in the provincial capital, and explained the recent official schedule, he got up and went to the frontier martyrs' cemetery.

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On that day, at the shoreline of the border country, at the bottom of the huge river, the corpses of hundreds of thousands of soldiers were endless, and they were formed into a large array by secret methods to suppress evil spirits.

In this large array composed of the bones of many soldiers, there are "yin" and "yang", and two array eyes. Divide, "good" and "evil" are separated.

There are two arrays, one is a Buddhist monk, and the golden body is relic.

If the king of the earth is not empty, he will not become a Buddha.

At the time of his death, he sang to the Buddha, held the "Ghost Sutra", and sacrificed himself to suppress the demons!

A formation of eyes, for the incorruptible evil corpse, the yin qi is monstrous.

If the Yin soldiers and ghost generals will unify the Yin soldiers to cross the border, carrying monstrous resentment.

The evil corpse does not rot, and it carries endless yin and evil, if the netherworld is evil to the demon body!

When Chu Feng came to the martyr's cemetery again, the black-clothed ancient monk had already completed the transcendent ritual to the end.

It's cold, and it's steep.

In a place like the martyr's cemetery, it is approaching the end of the year, and it should be a time when people are sparse.

But what surprised Chu Feng a little was that at the gate of the cemetery, he saw some local people who came from the dust.

From time to time, some elderly people, supported by their younger family members, held some yellowed old photos in their hands, and asked the staff of the reception department of the martyrs' cemetery about the news of the deceased.

Threes, threes, twos, twos, sometimes more and sometimes less crowds, appear at the martyrs' cemetery from time to time.

Standing quietly aside, observing and listening for a long time, Chu Feng learned the reason.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the border died on the battlefield, and their bones were not recovered.

Now, the road is hard, and decades have passed in a flash. The soldiers who fought bloodily in those years returned with their bodies, welcomed back to their hometowns, and buried their homeland.

Back then, there was war.

The family is broken, the wife is separated, and the people are displaced.

Fleeing the scourge of war and leaving home.

Loved ones, old ones, life and death or no longer see each other.

can be leisurely for decades, black hair and white head in a trance, although drooping old, the past can be vividly remembered.

That person, that love, that scene.

It's still in my heart.

At first glance, the news of the deceased. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, it is not far away, and condolences come.

Huaxia pays attention to the inheritance of incense.

Even if they are no longer there, after they die, there will always be someone to worry about. Burn some paper money before their graves, and burn a pillar of incense before their spirits.

Those elders and blood relatives in the past, and those comrades-in-arms of the past. They died in a foreign land, and they were wrapped in corpses......

Now, someone has to pick up their bones, someone has to arrange their afterlife, and they have to have a place to rest.

This person, even if he is unknown in this world. In this bustling world, there is no sound of waves. But there is always someone who has always been thinking about him, and there is always this person in his heart, and this love cannot rest assured of him.

There are hundreds of thousands of dry bones, how can you tell which one is his bones?

The vicissitudes of life, the changes in the world, is that person among the dry bones of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who have been welcomed back......

Although there is little hope, I still have an obsession in my heart, and I am not far away from thousands of mountains, across time and years, to come and see.

Standing in front of the cemetery, looking at the crowds of people who appear from time to time, they enter the cemetery one after another, wanting to recognize the bones of the deceased in the past, wrap the bones for them, and mourn and remember.

Chu Feng was stunned, his heart was full of mixed things, but after walking for a long time, he left quickly. I can't bear to look at it anymore and think about it a lot.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, mountains of corpses and countless sea of bones, how can you identify which corpse is the person before death......

There are only two corpses in the endless sea of bones and corpses, which may be deduced from their previous identities.

A corpse is a black-clothed ancient monk's predecessor Buddhist monk "Jizo Monk", turned into a golden body relic.

"Now that the appointment of the day of the Chu donor has been completed, can the little monk welcome back my Buddhist body relics?"

In the deepest part of the cemetery, there is a hilly peak, which was originally lush with trees. Now the winter is cold and spring, on the peak, the forest is sparse, there are only three or two green pines, hanging frost and cold residual snow, showing a touch of green.

The old monk in shabby black clothes, with white beard and hair, stood in the snow and dry forest, looked at Chu Feng who came slowly from the bottom of the mountain and said.

Not far behind the black-clothed ancient monk, in the wind and snow on the top of the mountain, two corpses, divided into two poles, stood opposite each other.

At the head of the east, the body relics of a Buddhist monk, the law is compassionate, the palms are together, and the seat is plated.

At the west head, an evil corpse body with black mist all over its body, black hair over its waist to cover its face, hanging its head, and standing.

In the palms of the Buddhist monks, there is an old yellowed animal skin. This is the "Ghost Sutra", the supreme ancient scripture that is born with nine dragon needles, there is the art of resisting ghosts, and it can surpass the unjust soul to die, which is the supreme treasure of Buddhism.

The body of the evil corpse that did not recognize the face, above the head, there was a hidden ancient dagger, and there was no heavenly spirit cover, only the handle was left above the head. A few feet away from his body, he felt cold and uncomfortable all over his body, as if there were endless strange yin and evil around.

"Hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died on the battlefield returned to their homeland for burial, and the power of this great merit was attributed to the body relics of Buddhism. And the resentment and anger that locked the evil spirit for decades with endless corpse bones were all locked in the body of this evil corpse. That's how you are a member of the Buddhist family? ”

The summit of this hilly hill is the eye of the cemetery, and it is also the place of the key. Therefore, the black-clothed ancient monk put these two crucial corpses here and set up a formation.

After Chu Feng came here and observed for a long time, he withdrew his gaze from the body of the evil corpse, looked at the black-clothed ancient monk on the side and said slowly.

The black-clothed ancient monk heard the displeasure between Chu Feng's words, and the two sparse white eyebrows couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and then calmed down as before.

"According to the law of my Buddhism, I should completely destroy the body of this evil corpse, so that there are endless variables in the future. But Lord Chu, you said that day, you want to leave this evil corpse body to be dealt with by you personally. The little monk 'Wuhui' has completed the trust of the Chu donor according to the appointment of the day, is it possible that the donor wants to regret it? ”

The physical relics of this Buddhist monk are of great significance to today's Buddhism.

Therefore, the black-clothed ancient monk 'Wuhui' attached great importance to this matter, and now seeing that there seemed to be a difference between Chu Feng's words, his originally calm Buddha heart couldn't help but be disturbed by Chu Feng.

When he heard the name of this black-clothed ancient monk being called "Wuhui", Chu Fengxiang was stunned for a moment, and then recovered.

For some reason, when Chu Feng heard this name, he actually had a sense of déjà vu, as if he had heard the name of this name somewhere.

"This evil corpse body, I have my own way, so I don't have to worry about your Buddhism. It's just that the "Ghost Sutra" held by this physical relic is an antiquity that originally belonged to me. Now you want to take away the body relics of the Buddhist family, I will not stop you, but you must help me find people from Buddhism who can practice the "Ghost Sutra", and I will teach this sutra in the future. If I'm not mistaken, your Buddhism's secret sect's "Fu Demon Mantra" is derived from the scripture exercises above the "Ghost Sutra". Come to think of it, among your Buddhism, there are also some sporadic records of this ancient scripture. Otherwise, you would never be so interested in this physical relic. ”

With Chu Feng's words, the black-clothed ancient monk Wuhui's two shou eyebrows twitched slightly, showing that he was surprised and uneasy in his heart.

"Everything is according to what the Lord of Chu said, if there is nothing else, I will welcome the physical relics of my Buddhist predecessors back to the temple. In the future, if the Lord of Chu has something to look for, he can come to my Yuntai Mountain 'Chaoyun Temple' to find me. “

The black-clothed ancient monk Wuhui bowed to Chu Feng, which was regarded as admitting the matter.

"Although I can't remember the old things now, I have a strong intuition that tells me that they have a great relationship with me, and I will definitely end this cause and effect in the future."