Nasha in the painting not only has an expression, but also has a trace of sadness in her eyes, no longer the lively and innocent look before, she looks at Zhang Peng, her mouth is open, as if she is talking, but there is no sound, and she doesn't know what she is saying.

"I ...... I don't want you to leave, otherwise there is no hope for life. Zhang Peng, a man who was almost thirty years old, cried like a little boy, as if he could understand what Nasha was saying.

Nasha tried to reach out and touch him, but couldn't get the picture out, so she retracted it again. We withdrew, and the old man Wendao stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhang Peng, and didn't say anything. I grabbed the old man Wendao and yelled, "Who the are you?" What kind of fame? Who gave you the stone heart for exchange? Why are there seven iron horse burial coffin carts? ”

The old man pushed me away and said angrily, "Which question do you want to ask?" ”

"I want to know every question."

"Then you get out first, and when I go out next time, you catch me and ask me again, see if I don't use a bamboo sword to stab you to death." Living in my house, you dare to be so arrogant, what are you? "He's bigger than I am.

I grabbed him by the collar again, trying to beat him, but if I don't beat him at this time, I may not have a chance after that, this old man has a lot of tricks. But was pulled by Qingqing, Liu Ling had already pulled out the black knife and stood behind Wen Dao, a posture of cutting off people's heads, it seems that she really didn't lie to me, at least I don't remember what Wen Dao has to do with her, and Wen Dao didn't tell her.

We're going too far, living in someone's house, but we're going to beat the owner of the house.

"Don't argue, let me talk to Nasha." Zhang Peng yelled inside.

I pushed the old man away, he patted his clothes, got into the room, closed the door, and locked it. I put the little girl on the edge of the hot spring to rest, where the temperature is at its highest, and it doesn't dry out.

Walking to the kitchen, taking out the soju from the cabinet and drinking, Nasha left silently, her farewell in the afternoon was too abrupt, and she was not mentally prepared.

"Unknown old man, can Nasha in the painting really speak?" I asked.

"Only your friend knows this, as long as he can understand it." Ominous reply.

"You're out drinking with me!"

"Oh, you really can't speak, don't you see the hole in my neck?" He said.

Liu Ling came over and sat across from me, put the knife on the table, and said, "I'll drink with you." ”

Qingqing also came over and sat down, I poured wine for them, there was no dish, last time Nasha made a large plate of cured meat double steamed and there was a little left, salted fish and sausage poured with Lao Gan Ma sauce and steamed together, the taste is integrated, it is a very fragrant appetizer.

At this time, the erhu sound sounded in Wendao's room, and the song was euphemistic and desolate, reverberating, as if seeing off Nasha, quite the style of Mr. Humpo. Liu Ling's ears twitched when he heard this, and his face was ruddy and said, "It's a little familiar." ”

"Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wrote the music of Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", which I heard once three hundred years ago." The ominous old man replied.

"Unknown old man, are you also proficient in music?" I asked.

"I know a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I will never forget it, and my appreciation ability is artistic accomplishment."

I looked at Liu Ling and asked, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"I think I've heard of it, but it's too old." Liu Ling said, I thought music could evoke her memory.

The old man Wendao's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" was only pulled once, and the cave was quiet again, and I didn't hear Zhang Peng's voice talking to himself, I was worried that this kid wouldn't want to commit suicide, so I pushed the door in and looked, he fell asleep next to Nasha's corpse, tried it, and breathed, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, although he was a stone-hearted person, he was more infatuated than people's hearts, why couldn't he get up? Can't get engorged?

The three of us drank all the bottles of soju, Liu Ling had the worst amount of alcohol, and after two glasses, he lay on the table in a daze, never waking up again.

When I woke up, I had a splitting headache, the wine must be very cheap, and I only heard a noise coming from the entrance of the cave.

"You old demon Dao, you actually slept in a cave and handed over my daughter." Isn't a woman's voice the girl's mother?

"Okay, you wait a minute, I'll bring it out right away." Wen Dao said with a smile, he didn't even know the villagers when he was hiding here, so he probably didn't want to find trouble.

The little girl didn't know when she woke up, so she passed me and walked to the entrance of the cave, and I followed out, pulling the little girl and saying, "You can't go to the Flower Buddha Temple." ”

"I have to treat my father, and the Flower Buddha Temple is still very good, he didn't beat me and bully me." The girl said.

She is too young and ignorant, no wonder Nasha said that she couldn't wake up when she slept at night, it turned out that she was sent to the bottom of Yufeng Tianchi with the Iron Horse Burial Hall, but how should I explain these to the girl, I myself am confused, if I don't experience it myself, I can't explain it clearly.

"Don't you know Nasha," I asked.

"The old grandmother? Uncooked. With that, the girl walked over to her mother.

Outside, a little monk stood at the door with a red lacquered wooden stick, staring at me with an unhappy look, but said in his mouth: "Wendao, the host asked me to warn you one last time, if you dare to rob the flower girl again, your death will come." ”

"Okay, okay, little master, you go back and tell the master of Bujie that I didn't do it, it's this kid from other places, I don't know whether to live or die." The old man Wendao sold me without hesitation, pointed at me and told the little monk clearly.

The little monk must have known me, and shouted angrily, "Who are you? He dared to oppose us again and again. ”

"I don't want to quit his father, hurry up and ask him to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, otherwise he will be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth."

Nasha's death is not yet angry.

"Okay, you'd better not get out of this hole." The little monk threatened, this kid is at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is so powerful.

"I'll come out now."

After saying that, I walked to the door, kicked him in the face while he was unprepared, and kicked him off the stone platform at the door, and he screamed and cursed and rolled down the mountain. The little girl was also led away by her mother, needless to say, continue to send it to the Flower Buddha Temple, and next time I see it, I don't need to save it, I am paralyzed, and my efforts are in vain.

Wen Dao glared at me, pointed out the door, and shouted, "From today onwards, you are not allowed to live here. ”

Liu Ling carried a knife, walked behind me, and said, "Then you are not allowed to live here." ”

"You ......," Wen Dao blew his beard and glared angrily.

Liu Ling, a hooligan, played well, but Wen Dao didn't seem to have calculated Liu Ling's intentions, but threw off his robe and returned to the room angrily.

Zhang Peng came out with Nasha on his back at this time and said to me: "Shuisheng, go to the kitchen to find a shovel, let's find a safe place and bury Nasha." ”

I followed the direction he pointed out and drove all the way to Tanggu Town, he held Nasha and looked out the window at the snow in a daze, Nasha died, and his life suddenly had no purpose.

"Monkey, why do you have to run so far?"

"There is too much poison in the place where the Seven Formations are shrouded, and I'm worried that Nasha's body will be eaten."

At this time, I saw a white Jinbei van driving from the opposite side, and there were a few people dressed as Taoist priests sitting on it, it seemed that they should be people from the Mixed Yuan Taoist Sect, not to mention that they could arrive last night? Maybe it's delayed on the road, this kind of heavy snow, it's more troublesome to travel long distances.

We found a hill with a good scenery and buried Nasha, where sky burial is popular, so there is no place to sell coffins, Zhang Peng took off his coat and wrapped Nasha for burial, he advocates dust to dust, soil to earth, so it doesn't matter.

After Zhang Peng recited the requiem mantra, I remembered a question, "Monkey, Nasha's soul is locked by the painting, will she not be able to reincarnate?" ”

"When I think about it, I'll release it then." Zhang Peng said, it is estimated that he is still reluctant, after all, Nasha in the painting can communicate with him.

People, love to the depths of the pain is always difficult to let go.

On the way back, Zhang Peng was like a dead man, leaning against the car window, and I didn't know how to comfort him, at least now he didn't have to fight to find Chun Dan. We drove straight to Natha's house to pack up her belongings.

There was the Jinbei van parked at the entrance of the Flower Buddha Temple, and it seemed that the old man Lei Ling had taken someone to negotiate. I asked Zhang Peng to clean up by himself, and I wanted to go in to see the situation, but the ticket window of the Flower Buddha Temple was closed, and the copper door was locked, and no pilgrims were accepted.

I could only detour through the backyard and climb over the wall to enter, six men and one woman dangling in the corridor outside the door of the monk, the hairstyles are all modern, that is, the clothes and shoes are Taoist style, and each person is holding a sword in his hand, this is in a broken temple in the countryside, if it is a city, I think it is filming.

The monk was talking to the old man Lei Ling in the presiding room, and I felt along the wall, ready to eavesdrop.