West Lake in the early spring of 2017

Abundant rain, spring of rejuvenation. Twenty years have passed since the slumber was reawakened and returned to the world.

On a comfortable and empty afternoon, there is no sound in the quiet lakeside park except for the ticking of rain. The grass on the grass, the trees on both sides of the gravel road, and the dwarf flowers stretch their branches and leaves to welcome the baptism of spring.

He sat on a bench, a hazy, faint white light enveloping his body, like a mist of isolation that followed the contours of his body. The rain hit the mist, splashed on the chairs, or dispersed into finer pieces of water vapor.

The mountains are empty and rainy. West Lake is truly beautiful!

On this ordinary early spring afternoon, he remembered the old man when he overlooked the lake and rain in the distance, so he rarely came here alone to enjoy the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. When I met Zizhan in Fengxiang, it has been 955 years since I calculated it! Maybe it was Zizhan's poem that made him have the idea of living in Jiangnan for a long time!

Thinking about the past, time flies, and the sky is getting dark. Or maybe someone in the family was waiting, and he got up and prepared to leave the place.

He stretched out his hand and slowly drew a circle in the air, forming layers of rippling transparent air waves in front of the place where his fingers passed, and finally forming a faintly misty golden light, blurred circle, blurred like a blurred picture.

He walked forward, through the circle.

Returned home.

A small hillside that is greener than the park, a lonely blue-and-white building halfway up the hillside, and a path paved with large stone strips along the hillside in the forecourt. The stone bars are almost buried in the lush green grass, and it is clear that few people have walked around.

Beyond the hillside in front of the courtyard, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of West Lake in the distance, and there are many roads crisscrossing and longitudinal traffic in the distance, and vehicles and people passing through it.

In front of the courtyard, there is also a tall osmanthus tree and a camphor tree, one on the left and one on the left, like two guardian saints guarding this lonely building.

The guarded blue and white building, with its simple lines that are now admired by many people of the old style, at first glance looks like one of the works of the well-known designer I.M. Pei - the Suzhou Museum. It's just not that big. Daiwa blue brick powder wall, lined in this lake and mountains, does have a sense of ancient road fairy wind.

The rain is still falling carelessly, the flowers and plants in the yard are stretching, the rain is flowing down the Daiwa, and the jade beads like a relay line are striking on the objects that come into contact with it for the first time, which is very good.

A faint mist-like golden light flashed, and he stepped out of the light. Looking up at the distant lake scenery in a field of steam, he blinked and didn't know what he was thinking, then turned and walked along the gravel path to the backyard.

A gable carved out on the mountainside is about ten meters away from the ancient building, and more than thirty meters horizontally, a huge backyard. But it was very empty, except for the green plants growing around the gable, only a verandah with an octagonal six-pillar tile roof was built in the right corner of the courtyard. Raised more than one meter above the ground, there is an empty piano stand on it, and a sea of tea with a black and shiny jade shine. There are a few pampas grass dumplings spread next to the sea of tea, on which are all kinds of tea sets, and a copper kettle rests on the pottery stove on the side, which is steaming, and the water is tumbling and gurgling.

The quaint handwriting engraved on the pot vividly describes the indescribable sound of the situation.

There sat a young man sitting on the stove, dressed in a loose inky thick linen coat, with thick hair slightly curled, looking very lazy and loose on his shoulders, unconsciously feminine and quite ancient, with a well-defined jaw, a high nose, and bright eyebrows.

The man saw the man coming slowly, smiled, and said, "I'm back!"

He nodded, counting as a response.

This man, who looks a little prosperous at first glance, is the only friend of Fusu for more than 2,000 years - Qiao Ziye. When Fusu left the world and fell asleep in the woodland, he was the last person to say goodbye, and the first person to find after being awakened and returning was also him.

That is, the only friend of each other, the man named Qiao Ziye naturally knew that Fusu liked to live alone in seclusion, so he arranged this residence for him.

Fusu called it: Runlu.

"Well, when did you come here?" walked along the gravel path to the porch, and the hazy white halo still exuded around his body.

"I just arrived, and I sat down for a short time. The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is a lot of rain, and today is still a little chilly, such weather is the most suitable to drink some hot tea, and by the way, I will give you some Yiwu's ancient tree red. As he spoke, Qiao Ziye carried a copper kettle and poured hot water into a clay teapot.

"It seems that the business of your tea shop is very ordinary, and you actually have such idle time. Are you going to turn my money into a yellow crane?" Fu Su pulled away the long flaxen coat on his body and sat down in front of Qiao Ziye.

"Huang He, haha, although I don't have the talent of the world's great businessmen, I won't lose all the money you have saved for more than 2,000 years, don't worry. ”

"It's useless to be a scholar, hey, where did this sentence come from, but I forgot it. Glancing at Qiao Ziye with a smile, Fusu tilted his head sideways and thought.

"Drink tea, such fragrant tea, I can't hear you say a good word. Alas..."Midnight shook his head helplessly, blew the tea in the tea bowl, took a sip, and raised his head and closed his eyes in great enjoyment.

"Is there any news from Yi Wu?" Fu Su put away the white light on his body and watched the steaming sea of tea leaning against a pillar on the verandah.

"Mengla's side has already sent someone to the wind village, and Meng Yi will have news back in the next few days. Midnight put down the tea bowl and said seriously, as if reporting to his superiors.

"That's right. As soon as Meng Yi has news, you will let me know. Xiling River, be sure to find it. ”

Twenty years after returning to the world, Fusu has not been able to master the modern language of communication well.

On the one hand, Fusu had little contact with the outside world, and on the other hand, he did not think to adapt to modern language at all, which eventually led to his current language expression being somewhat nondescript.

Of course, this is just a midnight complaint, and he himself has no self-knowledge of this at all.

"Fusu, it's been two thousand years, and you haven't mentioned that you're looking for the Xiling River before. Disappeared for hundreds of years, and after coming back, you have been looking for it, have you really thought about it?" Qiao Ziye, who had thick curly hair, frowned and looked at Fusu.

Hundreds of years ago, he said that he would disappear and disappear, but before leaving, he gave him all his property and money with a good conscience. Regarding this matter, Qiao Ziye was fortunately moved at that time.

As a result, after this guy came back, he sometimes cared about whether his more than 2,000 years of 'savings' were 'wasted' by him, what a waste of feelings!

Of course, none of this matters. What Qiao Ziye couldn't figure out was why Fusu only focused on finding Xiling River after he returned. In the past twenty years, Meng Yi would go to that place whenever there was a possible trace, guarding it like a terracotta army.

The Chering River is not a river.

After the human body has lost its life, the Yin Cha, who is responsible for guiding the soul of the deceased, to the Xiling River to check the identity, cause of death, and time, and then tick the name on the life note. Then the soul enters the world of the dead, and after any of the five major enchantment trials, he comes to the Xiling River to reincarnate.

Although the river has always existed between heaven and earth, there is no record of where it exists and in what form and no one knows. This is the balance of the gods on the reincarnation of the world, and the living souls cannot spy on the reincarnation of the dead souls, and the dead souls cannot escape the laws of the afterlife, which leads to chaos in the world of the living.

In the hundreds of years before he fell asleep in the woodland, Fusu traveled almost all over the world, looking for traces. Although, at midnight at that time, he didn't know what Fusu was looking for, but he vaguely felt that Fusu seemed to entrust all the meaning of his existence to find an ethereal thing.

However, the end result proved that Fusu was not whimsical!