"It's near! It's close! Coming soon, coming right away! ”

There are old and young people all over the mountain, and there are even monks and trumpets wearing monks' robes.

Along the ridge behind them, like a long black dragon, crawling on the ground, climbing upwards with difficulty, repeating the same words as Luo Qing in his mouth.

Song Heng, who saw it, couldn't help but shiver all over his body, and his face felt numb like pins and needles as if he had been smeared with popping candy.

Song Heng instinctively took a step back on his legs, but he didn't stand firm, and his body slipped behind him.

"Oops!"

Song Heng's heart trembled, it was too late to struggle.

But at this moment, his back suddenly cooled, as if someone behind him had pushed him and pushed him up again.

Regaining his footing, Song Heng looked back, and saw that behind him, there was actually an old man standing.

The dark face is the traces left by the vicissitudes of life, the thick white hair is tied into braids, and the cloudy eyes stare at the top of the mountain ahead.

The left hand holds the prayer wheel, and the prayer wheel in the hand does not stop rotating with every step.

"You ......"

Song Heng looked at the old man in front of him, took a closer look, but felt that the clothes on his body were very familiar, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked back.

Sure enough, not far away, the corpse that was dug up by himself before was wearing exactly the same clothes as the old man in front of him.

Seeing this, Song Heng's brows suddenly twisted into a Sichuan character.

But at this time, he saw the old man turn his head and look at Song Heng in front of him: "Go back, this is not the place you came from, take advantage of now, you can go back!" ”

"Go back!"

Song Heng looked back at the road on the ridge behind him, one by one vague shadows, still continuing to climb, and then looked at Luo Qing, whose consciousness was already blurred, and couldn't help but feel a cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's late, it's late!"

At this time, I listened to the old Tibetan man beside me, staring at the sky with both eyes, and sighed in a low voice, as if it was too late, and his voice was full of helplessness and bitterness.

"Late?"

Although Song Heng felt his scalp tingle at the scene in front of him, he was not an ordinary person after all, he had a tough heart, and he would never be under Zhao Ke again.

So I mustered up the courage and asked, "What's late?" ”

The old Tibetan man ignored him, carefully took out a sheepskin scroll from his arms, and unfolded the scroll little by little.

There was something densely written on the scroll in Sanskrit, and Song Heng naturally couldn't recognize it.

But Song Heng went to see a painting painted on the scroll.

I don't know what era it is, but the colors in the painting are still vibrant.

Song Heng stared at it for a while, and then he felt that the paintings on the scroll came to life, and began to gradually become vivid in front of his eyes.

It was a towering mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountains, in the sky, the sun and the moon are under the same sky.

I saw that in the sea of clouds, a seven-colored sea of clouds gradually appeared.

With the churning of the sea of clouds, a huge gate of heaven quietly appeared between the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly the glow in the painting is magnificent, a golden Pegasus rushes out of the sea of clouds, Pegasus waving its wings vigorously, only to see the Pegasus behind, the chariot is empty, three figures wearing thick robes, jade face and long beard, holding jade plates, like the mythical immortals.

I saw Pegasus take the lead, crashed open the gate of heaven, and disappeared behind the gate of heaven.

After the disappeared Pegasus, he saw that in the sea of clouds, figures continued to appear.

A white dragon with teeth and claws rose from the other side of the sea, and lightning and thunder roared wherever it passed.

But if you look closely, you will find that countless heavenly thunders spread out in the air, but a strange cloud and mist were formed in the air, and it was surrounded by this cloud dance that the speed of this white dragon suddenly accelerated.

In addition to the white dragon, Song Heng also saw a lot of strange things, such as a mirror and a long sword.

The most amazing thing is that I actually saw a coffin!

It's still red!

Supported by a black dragon, he rushed into the gate of heaven.

However, compared with the nine-colored sea of clouds in the sky, under the sea of clouds, countless pedestrians are densely gathered.

These people kept climbing upwards, hoping to climb to the clouds so that they could rush into the gates of heaven.

At first, Song Heng didn't think about it, but if he looked closely, he saw that the location of this ridge in the picture scroll was not the ridge under their feet?

"Go back, the gate of heaven is closed!"

The Tibetan old man put away the scroll in his hand and pointed behind him: "Follow this road, you will be able to go home!" ”

"Go home!"

Song Heng was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily thought of home!

Luxurious villa, every day you get up to see the huge lake outside, exquisite pastries in the restaurant, will be the beginning of his tea party every day.

Sometimes, a table of friends and a table of refreshments will allow him to enjoy the joy of life from morning to noon.

"Let's go home!" The old Tibetan man spoke again.

"I ...... I want to go home! ”

After being stunned for a moment, Song Heng nodded numbly, looked at the path behind the old man, took a step forward, and suddenly pushed the old man down with both hands.

The old man's body was crooked, as if he didn't expect Song Heng to suddenly push him down, his body fell heavily to the ground, and he kept rolling down the path he pointed to, rolling farther and farther.

Looking at the figure of the old man quickly disappearing in front of him, Song Heng took a deep breath, his indifferent eyes flashed with essence, and pointed to the top of the mountain in front of him: "My home, right there!" Where my family is, that's my home! ”

As soon as Song Heng's words fell, he saw a vague shadow in front of him, quietly appearing in front of him.

Song Heng also came to see who the other party was.

Then the shadow suddenly became clear.

The deformed face pounced on him viciously: "Give me back my flesh!" ”

"Gugler!"

Song Heng's face changed, and he subconsciously pulled out the shotgun from his waist.

But before he could shoot, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air: "Smack!" With a loud sound, Song Heng only felt a hot sting in his face.

Ringing in my ears.

Before he could understand what was happening, he heard a voice in his ears that he had been listening to in his dreams.

"Do you want to kill your junior brother?"

The cold scolding made Song Heng's heart tremble, and he almost threw himself on the ground subconsciously.

The originally groggy head was like a thunderclap on dry land, and the whole person instantly woke up.

The gaze of both eyes gradually begins to refocus.

I saw that in the wind and snow, a white cloak waved in the wind, even if it was covered by a thick leather jacket, it still could not hide the burly figure in front of him, and a white hair overflowed in the wind and snow, wantonly showing an innate wild atmosphere.

In the dim light, majestic as a god, appeared in front of him.

"Master!!"

Song Hengde's eyes were suddenly moist, but he was swept away by the old man's cold eyes, his heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his head.

It's like a child who does something wrong and becomes a little helpless.

If Zhao Ke was here, seeing this scene, he would definitely empathize with Song Heng's state at this time.

They were brought up by old men.

In order to learn the old man's cooking skills, even in winter, he had to carry an iron pot to fry sand outside.

If you are not careful, you will be greeted by the old man and beaten badly.

As they grew older, the old man gradually stopped beating them, but the fear brought by the old man's stern gaze was still deeply imprinted in their bones, as if they could not erase the imprint.

At first, Song Heng thought that the old man was angry with himself and shouldn't have come to this place.

But soon, Song Heng was in a state of flux.

I saw Luo Qing lying on the ground, his face covered in blood.

A hole was made in the corner of his left eye, and the blood quickly coagulated in the cold weather, lying on the ground.

When I looked at my hands again, I realized that my hands were actually covered with blood.

Seeing this, Song Heng's face suddenly changed, and his mind was buzzing.

I can't imagine what I was doing when I took out my shotgun?

"This is not the place to talk, you have walked on the path of the dead, hurry up and follow me!"

The old man didn't blame Song Heng, he reached out and hugged Luo Qing in his arms, pulled Song Heng up with his other hand, turned around and walked in the other direction of the mountain road.

After not walking far along the mountain road, Song Heng suddenly felt that the wind and snow around him were not so big.

Looking up at the old man, he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say, especially when he saw De Luo Qing being held in the arms of the old man.

My heart became even more guilty.

"There are two roads in this mountain, and the one you can walk is a dead end, and it can't be walked, and it's a shame that I heard this stupid boy shouting, otherwise you both will die here!"

After the old man finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows: "Just the two of you, you don't even look for a guide, you dare to run here!" ”

The corners of Song Heng's mouth twitched, he found a guide, and he also found three, but the result was ...... Thinking of this, Song Heng quietly glanced at the backpack, silently lowered his head and didn't dare to speak anymore.

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