It's just that he can't seem to answer my question anymore, and his withered body falls directly to the ground. A pair of eyes turned outward abruptly, Ling'er reached out and shook his eyelids, and the eyelids finally closed unwillingly.

"Mother..."

"Bury it," I said softly, slightly owing my body, which was the last respect for the old man.

Suddenly, the bell reverberated in the temple, and it was cold and swaying in my mind. The monks who were originally sitting in the sutra hall and reciting the scriptures all stood up and stood at the door of the temple, staring at us silently, but no one spoke first.

"Goddess Niangniang, my master has already dug a grave for himself behind the temple, shall we go together?"

"Then lead the way." I glanced at the old man on the ground again, his withered face was gilded with a golden light, and he looked very peaceful, I raised my hand and took out a robe from the storage ring that I had put in a long time ago, and gently shrouded his body.

As soon as I stepped back, several older lamas took the initiative to come forward and pick up his body. The faces of all the lamas were very solemn, neither sad nor happy, and they were silent.

I thought they would hold a sky burial, after all, for the Tibetans, it is the highest respect for the deceased, but I didn't expect that they simply dug a pit in the back, made a haystack and put people on it.

The whole ceremony was presided over by the little lama, who is said to be the next living Buddha here, and will continue to guard this land, but the seriousness occupies the immature face, and he always feels a little uncomfortable.

No tombstones, no epitaphs. I don't even know the name of this old lama until now, and when people die, the lights go out, and they all turn to ashes.

The avalanche in Daqingshan lasted for three days, and the ritual in the small temple also lasted for three days. Looking at the little boy, sitting on the podium like an old monk, walking barefoot in this cold snow day after day, I suddenly felt a little unbearable.

"Your Excellency, the snow under the mountain has stopped, and the road has been exposed." On this day, I was thinking about where the real tomb of Qin Shi Huang would be, when the little living Buddha suddenly pushed open my door.

"Is the little master driving us down the mountain?" I tugged at the corners of my mouth and whispered.

The little living Buddha shook his head, his face full of seriousness: "Naturally not, it's just that the time is up, you should leave..."

"Yes..."I muttered, evoking a touch of helplessness, and walked to the window, the world in front of me was no longer pure white, but white with a touch of green, except for the top of the mountain is still covered with snow, halfway up the mountainside, there is no trace of snow anymore, the temperature here has also warmed from below zero to the normal temperature, but the little monk is still barefoot, wearing a long robe, and there is a string of Buddhist beads longer than him around his neck.

I didn't linger any longer, and went straight down the mountain with lunch.

Standing at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the majestic mountain range, the scenery is pleasant, but the temple in the mountain is gone, a gust of wind blows, it seems that something has entered the eyes, very dry.

I reached out to rub it, and when I opened my eyes again, the mountains were still empty.

"Ling'er...", I looked sideways and called out to the young man beside me.

The young man raised his eyebrows, raised his finger and pointed to the cangxiong, in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain of Daqing Mountain, a small temple loomed. Seemingly... There are secrets in this temple that I have never discovered.

Without any further hesitation, we went around to the local government and quietly put the corpses of the mountaineering team on the mountain, as for the corpses from many years ago, they were directly burned in the space and became fertilizer for the soil of the small world.

At the train station, I saw the master Ling'er found for Su Hang, a very obscene old man, looking at Su Hang's eyes with green light. Wearing a thick leather jacket on his body, shiny and shiny, how obscene he looked. Before I could speak, he reached out and shook my hand.

His hands were soft and white, and his skin was even slippery. Tender, that's skin that doesn't match his age. I was surprised again, but he grinned, smiling very distinctively, and then looked at Ling'er, and he didn't mean to stop it, which means that this person's identity is clean.

Fortunately, this process did not last long, and he disappeared directly with the person.

Ling'er and I also got on the train directly here and headed towards Xianyang, where the imperial tomb of Qin Shi Huang is legendary. This is the first time I have sat in this kind of turtle-speed green car, and it is said that this is also the first car to commemorate the Tibet Railway, but fortunately, it is air-conditioned, and there are very few people, but it is not so difficult.

In the empty carriage, you can see the end from the head.

I lay on the lower bunk, staring out the window in a daze, sometimes I couldn't see a single figure for hours, sometimes I had to stop for ten minutes, and the simple villagers shouted through the windows, peddling the local barley wine and rice balls.

Ling'er went down to buy a few, and then continued to pretend to be dead, I was a little bored and wanted to chat with him a few times, but he avoided it, and I could only watch the scenery, relying on memories and fantasies to live.

Fortunately, the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" has been lying quietly in my dantian, and it has not come out to make trouble again, but it has also let the Yin-Yang Book draw a lot of soul power to nourish itself.

For things that have good things for me, I naturally will not refuse.

I swayed like this for three days, basking in the sun every day, I felt that my bones were going to burn, and the laziness that emanated from my bones was simply a little bit of a drain on my fighting spirit.

"Mother..."

Suddenly, Ling'er sat up straight, her expression very serious.

I was stunned, then put down the book in my hand and looked at him with a confused face.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone's coming."

"No, it's not a person..."After Ling'er said this sentence inexplicably, he disappeared from my sight in an instant, I looked at the direction he left suspiciously, reined in his breath, and pasted an invisibility charm on his body, and then followed.

The train came to a slow stop, and it was pitch black outside, as if it were in a cave, and the sound of the whistle sounded muffled.

I didn't arrive at the station, but the door was open.

Gusts of wind blew in my ears, and ghosts appeared in the darkness, and the heavy anger made me frown, and when I looked at it, those ghosts were all dressed as soldiers, and they were carrying their respective weapons in their hands, which were covered with a layer of blood, which was the mark of blood.

Soon, those ghosts wandered through all the carriages, as if someone was manipulating, and they all found a place to sit down, all with serious faces, and no one spoke first.

I pressed the doubts in my heart and walked straight to the carriage in front of me.

One section, two sessions, without a single guest. There were still two people dressed as flight attendants in the dining car, but they were already lying on their seats and sleeping soundly, not aware of everything around them.

Ignorance is bliss, I didn't wake them up, but continued to walk towards the front of the car, the more I was afraid of something, the more I would find something, in the place where the conductor should have been sitting, was empty at the moment.

Only Ling'er was standing there, looking into the distance.

As if sensing my presence, he glanced in my direction and shook his head.

I followed his finger, and at the end of the tunnel, instead of finding light, I saw an incomparably deep pool, and the car that had stopped started again, and the pointer on the dashboard was motionless, but the car was really moving forward.

I turned on the golden pupils, but the world in front of me has not changed in the slightest, which means that this is not a fantasy, so are we being cheated by someone hiding in the shadows in this car?

Nodding at Ling'er, my mind moved, and I entered the special space in the ring.

The four divine beasts immediately surrounded me, looking at me without saying a word, as if waiting for me to make an idea, and after a long time, Ling'er also flashed in, holding a small waist card in his hand.

"Mother, your good husband seems to be calculating us."

The young man pursed his lips, and directly threw out a sentence that fried me crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, I looked at him suspiciously, took the waist card with my hand, and raised my hand to see that there was a huge Qin character on it.

Although the material used is different from the one that Qin Luo usually wears on his body, the spiritual power that operates in it is a very orthodox ghost cultivator.

I looked out at the world through the ring, and the train was still moving slowly.

The blackness on both sides gradually brightened, and from time to time a few blue-green flames flickered, like the most common ghost fire in the graveyard.

Just when I was wondering, the car suddenly stopped, and a voice that seemed to be breaking the box squeezed out of it very slowly-"to.... Standing..."

"To... Stand... up..."

As soon as the sound came out, I felt the whole carriage shake at a distance. The strange soldiers sitting in the carriage stood up one by one, patted the neat procession along the door and began to get out of the carriage, without a sound, just as they did when they got on the carriage, and quickly, quickly disappeared from my sight.

There are more than a dozen carriages in total, and only the ghosts of the last one are wearing modern clothes, but looking at it, it seems that they are all Tibetans living in very remote mountain villages, and some of them are very young, but their stomachs are bigger than their heads, and they seem to have some strange illness.

With a few whiplashes, two white figures appeared in the tunnel, one whipping the soldiers, the other holding a large notebook and tapping there.

Following the direction of Ling'er's finger, a very obvious sign appeared in my sight.

The three big white characters on it are extremely eye-catching: "Huangquan Village." ”

I couldn't help but shudder, how could a good train go directly to the underworld, those old, weak, sick and disabled, it seems that they have not been dead for a long time, and their souls are very alive. Has this line always existed? Probably not, I remember that I deliberately checked the information of this car before getting in the car, and many young people and people who like to travel, when they have time, will choose this car to empty themselves. For so many years, I haven't heard anyone say anything happened.

Besides, train tickets are all real-name now...

The dark aura makes people's thinking more confusing, and it is easy to develop in the worst direction, and in front of me, there is a multiple-choice question right now. Do you go down and see what is going on in this village, or do you continue to sit.

You know, in the time they got off the train just now, I had already checked the carriage again, and found the conductor in the lounge who was sleeping soundly.

It was a middle-aged old driver, the wrinkles on his sideburns were not deep, the Yin Tang was very bright, without the slightest smell of filth, he seemed to be still dreaming, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked very happy.

The same is true of those conductors, who are addicted to their dreams and just subconsciously wrap themselves tightly in their quilts.

"The time is up...", the unsealed male voice sounded again, and Ling'er looked at me blankly, just waiting for me to make a decision.

I looked down at the token in my palm, the coldness hit my senses, and I simply took Ling'er's hand and jumped off the train.

The marching army of ghosts suddenly stopped, and the two ghosts quickly ran from the head of the line to the end of the line, and finally did not say anything, and raised a huge banner to lead us into the darkness.

In my ears, the green train sounded the moving roar again, slowly disappearing into the darkness and heading towards the light.

PS Dragon Boat Festival is healthy, and I wish myself another year older