Tiandui looked at Liu Lang's appearance, and suddenly smiled bitterly, and scolded with a smile: "Damn, Liu Lang, why don't you change your career to become an actor?" Okay, the Zuo Pavilion Master should be coming soon, I won't talk nonsense with you, you can ask him directly if you have any questions. ”

Liu Lang smiled, stopped joking, and nodded: "Okay, Team Leader Tiandui, hurry up and lead the way." ”

"I said Liu Lang, others can call me that, and you call me that again, isn't this burying me?"

"Haha, haha, ...... Team Leader Twilight"

Liu Lang laughed loudly, and walked quickly to the office of the Mystery Team with Tiandui.

…………

The sky in Yanjing City was gloomy, and there was a breathless dullness in the air.

And thousands of miles away, there was also a gloomy sky.

It's just that the gloom here is not just the sky, but also the gloom of the heart.

Halfway up a peak in Qilian Mountain, a tall, bareheaded figure was carrying a corpse on his back, looking at the scene in front of him in a daze.

"What about the temple? What about the original temple? What about Master? How so? Why is this happening? ”

The tall figure was none other than Qi Lianshan, who wanted to send Jiurang's body back to the temple for burial.

Qi Lianshan stared at the mess in front of him, blood rolling in his eyes, and tears rolling.

In front of Qi Lianshan's eyes, there were no temples and pavilions at all, just collapsed stone walls, ashes of burned roof beams, broken bricks and tiles, and the dead air that emanated everywhere.

Although the original temple was not large, although it did not even have the name of Zheng'er Ba Sutra, there were also seven or eight monks who were worshiped by incense within a radius of ten miles.

Today, however, it has changed beyond recognition.

"No ......"

Qi Lianshan roared, suddenly put down Jiu Rang's body, and rushed down the mountain like crazy, towards the village that had made him 'do evil'.

The village is full of too many unbearable past events.

The widow who had peeked at Qi Lianshan to take a bath had died, and the widow's grave was overgrown with weeds.

The second girl, who was once a strong relative to Fang Ze, has married away from home.

A small village carrying too many memories of Qi Lianshan gradually appeared in front of him.

The familiar low houses and familiar streets are no longer there, and everything is no longer human.

The whole village has become extremely desolate, and it is the same mess, except for a half-collapsed old house at the head of the village.

At the door of the old house, an old man on crutches was bending down and struggling to pick at the unknown weeds in front of the door, stuffing them into his mouth.

The old man's teeth had fallen out, but he was still struggling to gnaw on the weeds, and there was still a satisfied smile on his face, as if the weeds were a delicacy.

Qi Lianshan stood at the entrance of the village in a daze, looking at the old man, his thoughts were flying, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Lu, Third Uncle Lu?"

Qi Lianshan felt that every step he took at this time was as long as a century, and the heaviness of his steps seemed to be tied to two iron chains.

Finally walked in front of the old man, Qi Lianshan fell to the ground with a plop, and couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

After so many years of prosperity in the floating world, it has become a passing cloud in the blink of an eye, and the place that carries his childhood and even his youth is still so difficult to give up.

The old man was like a lamb, with a mouthful of grass in his mouth, and was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, turned his head tremblingly, and looked at Qi Lianshan, the old eyes that were originally cloudy were slowly stretched, and the surprise in his eyes was like seeing aliens.

"Y-You're that bald baby? You—Are you Qi Wazi? ”

The old man obviously recognized Qi Lianshan, but he still seemed to be a little disbelieving, and then shook his head vigorously: "No, impossible, impossible." Qi Wazi is young and sensible, where is he as old as you. ”

The old man shook his head and muttered repeatedly: "It's a dream, it's definitely a dream, the monks in the temple are all dead, how can you still see Qi Wazi......"

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his dry fingers again, stuffed the grass in his mouth vigorously, and chewed it hard.

Although Qi Lianshan has done a lot of bastard things, in addition to liking women, he is really good to the rest of the village.

Even Qi Lianshan is so uneven, once there are nearby gangsters who come to bully the villagers, as long as Qi Lianshan makes a move, those gangsters will only run away.

Therefore, even if Qi Lianshan slept with the widow, even if Qi Lianshan liked to peek at the widow taking a bath, the widow's heart was willing.

Even in the eyes of the villagers, Qi Lianshan is known as the good man Lu Zhishen on the beam, and the flower monk who eliminates violence and peace.

Qi Lianshan watched the old man turn around, hurriedly knelt down and took two steps forward, hugged the old man's legs, and cried: "Third uncle, third uncle Lu, I am Qi Wazi, I am the bald baby, you, you don't have a dream, Qi Wazi is back......"

The old man's body stiffened, like a wood carving, and after a long time, he turned around faintly, trembling and stretched out his thin hand, stroking Qi Lianshan's slippery head, and after touching the six deep ring scars, the old man's body trembled, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly brightened a lot: "You, you are really Qi Wazi?" Didn't you, burn to death in the fire? Y-Why are you back? Still is...... Are you his ghost? ”

Qi Lianshan shook his head again and again, and shouted loudly: "Third uncle, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I was driven down the mountain by the master, I was driven away by the master." ”

"Ah...... Qi Wazi, you were driven away by the abbot of the Nine Sages? So, you're really not dead? ”

The old man's whole body trembled, and he slowly leaned down, grabbing Qi Lianshan hard, trying to pull Qi Lianshan up from the ground.

However, where can it be moved?

Qi Lianshan nodded his head and asked in a panic, "Third uncle, what is going on with my master and my senior brother?" Why are all the temples gone? Why has our village become like this? What about the others? Why is there only three uncles left? ”

A series of questions filled Qi Lianshan's head.

Although Qi Lianshan guessed a certain possibility, he didn't want to believe it, and he was willing to believe that it was not what he did at all.

The old man finally gave up on going to Laqilian Mountain, his eyes fell into a profound memory, and his figure became more and more crooked: "I, I don't know what happened. In the middle of the night that night, the temple halfway up the mountain was on fire and wailing. The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the whole mountain was burned to the ground, and our village was not spared......"

As the old man spoke, his shriveled eyes turned red, and two tears gathered more and more, and they fell on the stone in front of him with a click.

When Qi Lianshan heard this, he trembled: "Fire? Who set the fire? Master, isn't he, his old man ......?"