It's getting colder. The human hand barely dared to let go of the sleeve, and after a little more stay in the air, it became as stiff as wood and could not move. It wasn't that cold at this time of the day, but this is the north.

The map that they couldn't understand, they showed Ye Yuejun a look. She watched it for a long time, but she couldn't say why, and recommended them to go further north to find Mao Yuejun. She said that Mao Yuejun was a gentle and kind person, very reliable, and would definitely help them. Because he had asked her to tell the news of Shi Wuren, he left a knot at that time. She gave it to them to use to find Utsuki-kun.

It is a rope twisted from red and white threads, which is said to have the meaning of blessing, and it was sewn on the body of Utsuki-kun before, and it is a piece of clothing. There are already places where the waterway is flowing slowly, and there is no way to go. They were delayed longer than expected. The further north you go, the fewer wide roads there are, and the more difficult it is for horses to walk. Not only is it cold, but it is also dry, and Dai Luan will have nosebleeds every once in a while.

It has been more than ten days since Kaitanghuan County, but according to the results of divination, Mao Yuejun is getting farther and farther away from them. It wasn't until two days ago that her position was fixed and she didn't move. When they arrived at the place, they found it a nameless village. The village is not large, and there is a small shrine that doesn't even have a name.

They were just in time for an old man to be buried.

I don't know what the identity of the old man was, there were four people carrying the coffin, and two people were scattering paper money in front. The custom here is different, the kind of banknote is not money with a round square hole, but a white rectangular strip of paper with nothing written on it. No one played suona, but someone was clapping a kind of tambourine next to it, playing a monotonous melody all the way.

Compared to a village with a small number of people, such a funeral is probably very beautiful. They are walking in the direction of the shrine. As the sun sets, their shadows are stretched long. The people of the village say that the old and dead will be sent there for burial, and their souls will shelter the safety of the villagers.

They tried to find the shadow of Utsuki-kun in the village, and also asked a few people, but they all said they didn't know. After borrowing a place to live in a courtyard, the three decided to rest for the night and find someone tomorrow. This village is not big, as long as Mao Yuejun does not leave overnight, it shouldn't take much effort.

There is another peculiarity of this village - there are many silver ornaments. There are different styles of silver jewelry hanging on the door of every house, which is somewhat rusty, but no one seems to care. There are also decorations on clothes, but less. They inquired a little at their accommodation and learned that there was a silver mine nearby.

"Why hasn't the village developed yet? It stands to reason that it should be very profitable. Is it because the roads are inconvenient? ”

"You don't know. Our silver mine here comes from the ditch, and there are too few to sell for money. ”

"What? I've only heard of panning for gold in the river, but I've never heard of panning for silver...... Won't it rust? ”

"The sediment deep at the bottom of the river is taken to shape it, carved it, and put it in a furnace to burn, and it can be formed. A large handful of silver clay can only be burned into half a handful of finished products, and the effort to sell it is really worth the loss. ”

"I see."

Dai Luan played with a silver medal on the table, carefully looking at the lines on it. She took out her own peace lock again and contrasted it. After all this time, the lock rusted again. The two patterns are completely different, but both are delicate. She pinched the sign a little and felt that the texture was softer than her own.

In the dead of night, even chickens and dogs fall asleep, and only the shrine is brightly lit. But whoever buries a man shall not be quenched for three days. The two little witches lived in the outer courtyard and took turns keeping vigil, and when the candles were short, they went to renew them. At this moment, the awake one heard a faint crisp ringtone, which seemed to be from far and near. She stood up and looked left and right, curious, but found nothing. Then came the scent of an unknown flower, which made her sleepy, and she fell asleep against the pillar.

Someone walked in and put a blanket over her.

Her steps were light and light, like soft petals falling to the ground.

The shrine is small, but the main hall, worship hall, and flower hall are all available. She turned her head and looked at the main hall where the idol was housed. Those who are enshrined there should be the ancestors of the people in the village. The bell rang from her - she held a golden Kagura bell. The bells are three-tiered, with three, five, and seven bells from top to bottom. She stepped forward, the bell making a crisp sound with her movements.

She flicked her wrists, shook the bell, and danced a brief dance against the candle flame and moonlight. There is no accompaniment, no accompanying dance, she is just a person who makes movements that are solidified in her memory, humble and generous, gentle and reverent. Her pace is slow, solemn and sacred, full of life in front of this aging building. It's like blooming in the ruins.

Finally, she shook the bell again. The silver bells that hang throughout the shrine make a gurgling sound that resonates with it. It's like countless raindrops ticking on the glazed bricks and tiles, and like a handful of gold grains falling down with a clatter. It can be the sound of a lot of things, the sound of anything.

Still looking in the direction of the building, she asked questions to the people behind her.

"You're not a local, are you?"

“…… Neither are you. ”

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard...... There is a special kind of silver soil here, and there are some mysterious crafts, I want to take a look. What about you, what are you doing here? ”

"Bring blessings to the land." She turned her head and smiled appropriately, "Maybe offended, but I still want to ask...... You're Yun Kai's son, right? ”

Yun Ge was stunned for a moment, then nodded dumbly.

"So what are you...... Six realms of impermanence. Do you know my dad? ”

"Well, that's true. But he didn't know me, and I just heard something from other impermanences. ”

"The ringing just now...... I followed the bell. Yun Ge said.

"Ahh It's just an ordinary musical instrument, not the Huangquan bell you want to see. ”

Yun Ge didn't speak, and what appeared on his face, in addition to the vicissitudes left by his travels in recent months, also had a thin shell to disguise. It was an emotion, not something special. It was closer to his original expression than to the mask.

How did she know that she wanted to know about Huang Quanling?

"My biological father...... How much do you know? ”

"It's just a special place here." The woman didn't answer his question, but just said to herself, "As for the craft, it's nothing. They first draw the lines of the utensils. Under the high temperature, the brown-black mud embryo will turn silvery white, and the appearance will shrink a lot—the pattern at that time will be extremely delicate and lifelike. ”

"Did you kill my biological father?"

"No, it's not me." She said gently, "The whole life of the god craftsman Yun Gong has been dedicated to ......"

"Who's that? Is there any other impermanence? I know he didn't die of exertion. The last thing he took was forced to beat him. But he was killed before he could finish it. ”

"I don't know. Presumably, it was the impermanence in charge of this that did it. But I didn't witness it with my own eyes, and I can't guarantee that what I'm saying is true. ”

The evening breeze blows through the treetops in the courtyard. The swaying shadows sometimes blend with the two of them.

"Imitation of Huangquan Ling's work, no one dares to do it. My father agreed, but he was forced out by the surname Cheng. He is a celebrity and an ordinary man, with a wife and children. Once the imitation of Huangquan Bell comes out, it will inevitably be robbed and become a hot potato. People dare to think about this but dare not do it. It stands to reason that this thing can't be imitated...... But he was killed, and I can only think that he was on the verge of success. Why did Yama stop him? Because people have done the things of ghosts and gods, will they blaspheme the six realms of the underworld? ”

"Hmm...... Huangquan Lingnai is the master of the bottom of the hand, pulling a wisp of the soul of the impermanence ghost, playing the wail of all things. It would be a mockery if anyone could copy it...... But that's not what the adults cared about. The effect of Huangquan Bell is too much, too big...... If it falls into the hands of people, it will inevitably cause an uproar and cause chaos in the Three Realms. ”

"You've thought it through. So, are you admitting it? Admit that my father was killed by the six realms of impermanence. ”

"I can only say that what I haven't seen with my own eyes can't be confirmed."

"I didn't doubt you." Yun Ge stared into her eyes, but couldn't see the moon in her eyes, "But I took the half-finished piece of the bell." It's really too far away, even the crescent moon is fixed, and the bell can't make such a shocking sound. I thought it was like this...... It wasn't until I continued my research that I realized that I was being targeted—by the six realms of impermanence. Presumably my father has managed to infuse it with divine powers, and I don't know how he did it. However, I still handed him over to the surname Cheng to change my life. I'm not afraid of being accused of being cowardly, but I'm just staying there. But who knows, the bell was stolen by someone, so I had to flee to Jintong Township and settle down temporarily. ”

"You're smart. However, the person you mentioned twice is Cheng Yougongzi? ”

"Yes."

"......," the woman looked a little distressed for the first time, "really, that's troublesome." Although that imitation is now in Yu Yuming's place, it is quite safe, but that boy is really a headache. ”

"I don't care what he wants to do with the bell."

"It's true that you don't even care about your father's death. You just don't think he taught you anything. ”

"You-"

The woman was still smiling, and she didn't know whether what she said was true or not. She sighed softly, and continued:

"You always feel like you can't beat him. It's just that the rumors of that moment even turned the finger at you. There are many dignitaries and nobles who have given you trumped-up charges, saying that you were jealous of your father's reputation and ability, so they attacked him. At that time, even the yamen was so suspicious, and it caused you a lot of trauma. Poor child...... I get it. ”

"It's not all because of you!" Yun Ge suddenly shouted, "The six realms of impermanence come and go without a trace. Even if it's really the person you killed, no one else can say anything. But you didn't say anything, and let all the blame fall on me! ”

The woman bowed with some regret, which suddenly made Yun Ge a little overwhelmed.

"I'm really sorry. However, everyone who is impermanence has their own way of doing things. Depending on the case, the adult appoints different people, and there must be his own considerations. I've not been involved in this before, but I'm sorry to hear what you've said. I hope that the souls of Lingtang in heaven can rest in peace. ”

"What's the use of talking about this now?!"

"Shhhh The children are going to be woken up. ”

The woman pointed in that direction, and Yun Ge turned his head to see two little witches leaning together. They looked like they were going to wake up.

He looked back and found that the woman was gone.

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