Grandpa was not moved when he heard him say these words, because Grandpa heard a hint of something unusual in his tone.

"Ma Xiucai, you're right. I was lucky to meet that person. If it's never been encountered, it's unfortunate. I also envy myself who watched the sunrise with her at that time! I feel like now is the moment I envy the most! As if nothing was lost, as if everything could be restarted! The red in Ah Dong's eyes became more and more, as if the fire inside was burning bigger and bigger, and it was irrepressible. The flames were unsettling, as if they could swallow everything at any moment.

He let out a long breath and put his hand on the lotus leaf.

Suddenly, he shook his hand, and the lotus leaf on the top of his head fell! His form was weak, and it took a lot of strength to shake off the gentle lotus leaf.

The effect of protection from light disappears immediately.

The flames in Ah Dong's eyes immediately rose, like two red tongues sticking out of their sockets! The flames immediately spread out, enveloping Ah Dong's whole body.

"You ......" Grandpa was surprised and hurriedly bent down to pick up lotus leaves.

Ah Dong smiled, shook his head, and said, "Ma Xiucai, thank you!" Don't save me, just let me stay at the moment that I envy the most! This is the best transcendence for me! ”

Grandpa gave up picking up lotus leaves. At this time, even if he covered him with lotus leaves, his soul would already be incomplete. This kind of incomplete soul is different from Xiaomi. The mutilation of millet is like a piece of jade being broken, the soul is a piece, the spirit is a piece, and it can also be combined by other methods to break the mirror and reunite. Adong's mutilation is like a piece of paper that has been partially burned, and the lost part cannot be recovered.

If he were to leave his mutilated soul in the world, it would be torture for him. Even if reincarnated, this mutilation is irreversible.

Grandpa smelled a strange smell, as if it was the smell of the paper man who had been burned at the funeral, the smell of smoke from the paper being burned to ashes, and the astringency of the scorched skeleton of the green bamboo that had not been dried.

He burned quickly, and in a short time he disappeared before his father's eyes.

The flame had no support, and it soared like a human flashback, and then quickly vanished.

The flames did not ignite the surrounding weeds and branches, and there was not even the slightest sign of burns on the lotus leaves next to it. But the meadow beneath Adong's feet was dewless.

At this moment, a black and white bird flew over and landed on a nearby branch. The branches trembled, and a few drops of the dew that had accumulated last night fell.

"Cuckoo cuckoo ......," the bird called, with a little sadness in his voice, as if singing a lament for Adong.

"Liang Shangxian?" Although Daddy didn't see Liang Shangxian's face clearly a few times before, he could see from his voice and body shape that it was not an ordinary cuckoo, but a Liang Shangxian who was worshipped.

"Cuckoo Cuckoo ......" Liang Shangxian still chirped sadly, as if he was about to cry blood in his throat.

"Thank you for singing a lament for him." Grandpa raised his head and said to Liang Shangxian.

Liang Shangxian cried for a long time, then fell from the branch and landed where Ah Dong had just stood. It walked around that place, then spread its wings and flew away.

Grandpa looked at the direction where Liang Shangxian flew away for a long time, and then walked down the mountain alone.

In the following months, my father still went to pray for the unborn millet every night, but he no longer recited the "Jizo Sutra".

Yan Yulan gradually felt much more comfortable, and the pregnancy reaction was not as serious as before.

As time passed, the lotus leaves in the pond gradually withered, and even the lotus leaf rods shrank, and the lotus leaf rods that became black and wrinkled poked straight one by one, as if even the lotus leaf poles that were struggling to support them fell down after the honor guard raised in the funeral procession, so it gradually came to winter.

At that time, it still snowed heavily in the winter in Thrush Village, and when the snow was deep, it could reach its knees, and the rabbits on the mountain could not jump, and some people would occasionally pick up rabbits on the mountain. For some reason, the snow became less and less and thinner, and sometimes it didn't snow for a whole winter.

When the first snow fell that winter, Shang Ruoran persuaded his father: "Wait for the snow to melt before you go, you are not young again, you slip on the road, and your family will serve you every day in the future." ”

Grandpa said, "It's out of the way." After dinner, he put on his coat and hat, and still wanted to go to Feng Junjia's house.

Shang Ruoran said to his grandfather, "You don't persuade your father either." ”

The grandfather said, "Let him go." Although my grandfather was angry with Shang Ruoran a lot when he was young, he never deliberately got along with her because of this. Shimato music.

But Shang Ruoran doesn't think so, she always feels that her grandfather is obsessed with what happened when she was a child, and she always feels that her grandfather wants to confront her intentionally or unintentionally.

"I'm not your real mother, but he's your real father. You look at the snow outside, what should you do if you fall and get hurt? Even if your father is a Bodhisattva, it is a Bodhisattva of clay, a Bodhisattva of porcelain, and a Bodhisattva of plaster! Just drop it and you're done! Shang Ruoran said emotionally.

Grandpa straightened his face and said, "Do you have three mouths?" ”

Shang Ruoran was silent.

Grandpa walked out the door and drifted away.

The snow outside was indeed heavy, and it fell in large patches, as if a palace in the sky was on fire, and the ashes that floated were white, and they drifted to the world.

When Grandpa walked to the pond where he had picked lotus leaves for Ah Dong last time, he saw an old man with gray hair standing by the pond, with a layer of snow on his hair and beard. He was staring at the pond that had just frozen, the ice was as thin as paper and would break at the touch of it.

Daddy thought that the old man was a relative of someone else's family, but just as he was about to pass by, the old man called out to Daddy, which made Daddy tremble and almost fall into the snow.

"Master......" the old man shouted.

Although the voice was old and had a lot of vicissitudes, my father could hear it as Zifei's voice.

Daddy turned his head in disbelief and looked seriously at the man who called him "Master" again.

"Zifei?" Grandpa had already identified Zifei's shadow from his eyebrows, but he still couldn't believe that the drooping old man in front of him was Zifei.

The old man nodded and smiled, "You don't recognize me, do you?" ”

"How did you become like this?"

"So old?"

Grandpa remembered that in the days of Xiaomi's funeral, Zifei was aging at a rapid rate, and the difference between day by day was obvious. Could it be that he has been aging rapidly since then, so that he is now so old?

"Didn't you drink the elixir of immortality? By the way, I heard Zhao Xianyun say, you know the way to crack the chain of three tribulations, and go to the East China Sea to find those two immortal people. Did you find it? Daddy asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Grandma felt that it was inappropriate, so he said, "It's too cold outside, let's go home first." ”

Zifei shook his head and said, "No need." I know you're going to chant for Millet. I'm just coming to see you, see you, say a few words and leave, it's a goodbye. ”

"Farewell?" Grandpa didn't know how many farewells this man who had lived for more than 2,000 years had experienced. For him, saying goodbye should be the most boring thing, right?

Zifei smiled: "Yes." If you look at me now, you should know that I am no longer immortal. Miss Zhao told you that I went to the East China Sea. Yes, I went and found the people who had asked me to crack the Three Tribulations in the first place, and begged them to take the art of immortality from me. ”

Grandpa sighed and said, "Why did you give up the art of immortality so easily?" How many people have been searching for this for the rest of their lives, and they can't get it! ”

"The two old men asked me the same thing. I told them that the art of immortality is like this seemingly unbreakable eternal chain of three tribulations, and if the chain of three tribulations is not broken, just as time has not passed; Once cracked, the original eternity no longer exists. Now that the chain of three tribulations has been unraveled, it is time for me to be free. ”

Grandpa said: "I'm afraid it's not just that. ”

Zifei showed a bitter smile and said, "The one who knows me is none other than you, Master." ”

Grandpa immediately remembered Adong who burned out in the sun.

"Is Xiaomi okay now?" Zifei asked.

Grandpa said truthfully: "I don't know. Her soul is still with Mr. Bai. But I don't know how long Mr. Bai will live. Her spirit has been reincarnated, and I don't know if she will be like the weak king after my reincarnation. But fortunately, when I was chanting the scriptures, I ran into a ghost of old acquaintance, and he gave me some advice to help Xiaomi tide over the difficulties. There was no other way but to give it a try as he said. ”

"What's the solution?" Zifei asked.

Grandpa explained the method that Adong said roughly.

"It's a seduction." Zifei said.

Daddy nodded.

Zifei said regretfully: "If only Xiaomi's master were still here, maybe he could help Xiaomi reincarnate smoothly in the way that their family has passed down from generation to generation." ”

"Overcome your own suffering, and you can't ask for everything. Besides, reincarnation is not difficult, the difficult thing is how to suppress Xiaomi's spirit. The evil of millet is caused by me, and I have to deal with it myself. ”

Zifei nodded, and asked again: "How is Luo Buzhai now?" ”

Grandpa said, "Soon after you left, he also left. After that, there was no news. I hope he's doing well now. ”

Zifei turned around, took his father's hand, and said, "Let's go, let's talk while walking, when we get to the fork in the road, you go to the millet side, and I will go in the other direction." Before we parted, we could still talk∵ we got there, and we were finished before we finished speaking. ”

Grandpa knew that he couldn't keep him, so he walked forward with him.

This road is simply the road of my father's life, separated from countless people at countless forks in the road, and then one person continues to move forward, encountering different people, and separating from different people.