The reality of their profession is not that the older they get, the more powerful they are, or the more words they memorize, the stronger they become.

But one thing is for sure, the demon slayer in ancient times must have been stronger than the demon slayer today.

Here's an example.

Three hundred years ago, the Washing Lingkui at that time must have been more powerful than his grandfather. A hundred years ago, Xi Lingkui was very close to his grandfather.

In other words, in the Liaozhai world hundreds of years ago, the demon slayer was even more powerful.

The reason is simple, that is, most of the special languages have disappeared.

Since ancient times, more people have disappeared than they do now, which may be due to the negative effects of the torrent of history.

The erosion of history may lead to human evolution, but it can also lead to a regression in some aspects of humanity, such as things that are easily lost and have little real use.

"Xiao Moyi, will you have another glass of wine with grandpa?" Li Mo smiled, muttered to himself, poured a cup of tea, poured it on the ground, and looked at the ceiling, the thoughts of memory seemed to begin to entangle.

A few years after picking it up, his father left Beishan Village when he was very young, so Li Mo didn't remember what his father looked like.

Li Moyi and his grandfather's life in Beishan Village is very leisurely, although they are usually a little tired from reading, but at least every day is dull and peaceful.

But it all broke that night more than a decade ago.

In his memory, Beishan was black and bald, and Li Moyi listened to the legend of Yongshan told by the proprietress last night, and realized that Beishan was also burned by fire at that time.

That day, after Li Moyi finished dinner at home and memorized the book, the old man said that he was going out for a walk.

The old man did not return until one or two o'clock in the evening. He did not come out empty-handed, but came back with a piece of black bamboo and a piece of broken copper.

Seeing that he was covered in dirt, Li Moyi immediately became anxious, what trouble happened to his grandfather?!

Grandpa didn't give him much explanation, but began to pack his things without saying a word, not even bringing the clothes he usually wore, only cash and passbooks, as well as a bunch of ancient books and utensils.

At dawn the next day, they boarded a train bound for City A.

In the dim carriage, Li Mo sat expressionlessly, and the old man muttered anxiously.

He asked him why he had come to City A, and he said......

"I don't believe that thing can't be beaten, and it can't be hidden. We're either going or we're going to die!" The old man smiled bitterly and lit a dry cigarette, smacked his lips and took a bite, his face full of fear: "The things on the mountain are not something that our ordinary people can fight......

He didn't understand the mountain, that thing, what it was, Li Moyi didn't understand it at all, and his grandfather didn't try to explain it to him.

When he arrived in City A, the old man took out his savings plate and went down to an old house in the barren mountains and mountains, the house was very large, with four floors, and the third floor was where people lived.

Since then, they have settled in the city of A. They were pretty down, weren't they?

After buying this old mansion, the old man basically had no savings, so he could only use the remaining money to buy some books and yellow paper tribute incense. After eating a vegetarian diet for a month, their financial crisis was alleviated.

"Grandpa, what are these bamboo strips and copper sheets?" Once, while his grandfather was drunk, he asked the old man in a daze, hoping to hear the answer he had been waiting to hear.

But the old man's mouth was very tight, and he just said vaguely: "People are swaying, adults are swaying."

He had asked the old man this question many times, but there was no answer each time. He's used to it.

At the age of 18, the old man was careful to pay for his college expenses, and he also spent money to stuff red envelopes.

What is a university?

Sleeping, skipping classes, making up exams, sending a small gift to the teacher, making a good relationship, blessing not to fail the course, what else?

A year has passed, and when Li Mo looks back on his college days, he doesn't know what expression to use to recall.

In the words of the old man, "Now the peak of the IQ of these dolls is estimated to be at the time of the college entrance examination." ”

He didn't learn anything in college, and Li Moyi became a rent collector.

He had thought that everything would be safe, or uneventful, but......

Three years ago, the old man gave him the job of collecting rent, and he spent his old age in peace.

Two years ago, the old man often said that when Xiao Mo would marry a daughter-in-law, he wanted to meet his great-grandson.

A year ago, when Li Moyi was in class at university, a text message ......

The old man walked quietly, probably knowing that his time was running out. When he left, he held two packs of cigarettes in his hand, which Li Moyi had bought specifically to honor him, and he lay on the hospital bed without any pain on his face and died peacefully.

Feel the coldness of his rough old hands.

Li Mo grinned at the old man, tickled him, or tapped his forehead with his fingers. But the old man did not wake up.

In the end, Li Moyi was overwhelmed by reality, cried like a child, and held the old man in his arms for several hours until his eyes were swollen.

After the first seven days, Li Moyi cremated the old man according to the old man's instructions, and planned to send the old man's ashes to Beishan Village.

He thought of Beishan Village, which was not a prosperous, somewhat backward land.

But Li Mo never inquired, and Beishan Village disappeared as if it had never existed. He had to bury the old man's ashes on a cemetery hill.

Before coming to City A, the old man often took Li Mo to watch the sunset and listen to him sing a song that has gradually declined for decades.

"Death and Birth~~Waiting to turn back to the wheel~~The six realms are all suffering~~Its Lotte knows~~~Looking at the people of the world~~~"

"Grandpa, why do you keep singing that song?"

"Little soldier Douzier, you'll know when you grow up. Let's go, grandpa will take you home for dinner. ”

As the sun set, two figures were reflected obliquely from the hillside, and the old man led him down the hill with a smile, when he seemed to hear a sound echoing in the forest, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

On the day he sent the old man up the mountain, he finally heard it.

More than a decade later, he finally heard clearly......

It was a long time ago......

"Life and death~~~ Mo Chen's nothing~~~~"

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What interrupted his memories was the knock on the door, two long and one short. When I heard it, it was Yi Xian's kid.

Li Mo wiped his face, put on his clothes, and walked out of the back room.

"What do you want?" Li Mo frowned and opened the side door. Sure enough, who else will it be?

When Li Mo took a closer look, he found Zhang Lide standing at the corner of the alley, waving to him, as if announcing their revolutionary friendship.

"You might as well go and see ......" Yi Xian asked him tentatively, with a somewhat eager expression: "Don't think that I just let you make money, I don't know the relationship between Chen Ao's kid and you, but this matter is ......"

"Come in." Li Moyi sighed, beckoned to Zhang Lide at the entrance of the alley, and said with a polite smile: "Uncle Zhang, come in and sit."

The wooden windows in the room were closed, and the yellow paper figures were placed on either side as usual. It's a bit oozing to watch.

Of course, it's not Li Moyi who thinks it's infiltrating, after all, he's used to it.

"Why did I feel ......eerie as soon as I came in" Yi Xian walked into the back room tremblingly, smiling awkwardly, trying to hide the truth he was afraid of.

"Sit." Li Moyi pointed to the wooden table in the center of the room and motioned for them to wait there.

As he spoke, Li Mo stepped aside, took out the pot of tea that had not been drunk, and poured out two cups directly.

Overnight tea.

Zhang Lide didn't notice Li Moyi's small gesture, but politely arched his fist to him, expressed his gratitude, raised his cup, drank it all, and sighed after drinking: "Good tea, it tastes very special."

"Brother Li......" Yi Xian looked at Li Moyi pitifully, but saw that he was as open-hearted as iron, and this kid still drank the tea.

Yi Xian, this kid, tried his best to make trouble for him, and he had to tease him a little.

"It's a nuisance." Zhang Lide opened his mouth first and shook his head. "Our eldest master's affairs have not been properly handled, and there is a new basket. Yi Xian said that you don't want to help, you came to me early this morning, after the last time my lord happened, our Nangong family was shattered, a group of subordinates said that they had a great credit to the Nangong family, and they were clamoring to divide the family property and leave, I knew what they heard that night, and they didn't dare to stay in Nangong's house, and they wanted to make a pension back to their hometown. ”

Li Moyi didn't interrupt him, just listened quietly.

"It's normal for you to care if Chen Ao is dead, but if that person gets angry, what can you do if you want to harm others." Yi Xian suddenly interjected.

Li Mo scratched his head, not knowing what to do.

"I went with Yi Xian Xiaodao to ask, and last night, Chen Ao and several of his friends had nightmares." Zhang Lide said.

"They had the same nightmare," Mr. Yi said. "They were on the eternal mountain, and they saw a woman, a woman dressed in white and covered in black and scorched."