82_82884 But the old man had one thing, no matter how he took them around the mountains, he would never take them both into the deserted graves, and try to stay away from the sleeping spirits underground.

"We can't follow, this person is too weird, Caidie, do you still remember the way back?" Wushuang asked.

"Master, I don't think this person is deliberately leading us somewhere?"

There happened to be a small tree beside them, the leaves of which had withered in winter and only the dry branches were left, and the old man with the lantern had passed by just now, and the little branches were so long that they hung on the old man's body, and a fragment of his clothes was left on the branch.

Wushuang picked it up and took a look, it was a dark red rag, close to his nose and smelled it, as well as the smell of incense in the temple. The old monks in the temple wear robes and sit in meditation all the year round, and the incense in the temple incense burner never breaks, so this is their unique smell. In the middle of the night, the monks in the temple don't sleep and have to run to the ghost place of Erlong Mountain?

"It seems to be Master Puci!" said Wushuang.

"Don't you scare me, didn't they say they were already dead, Master Puci?"

"I don't know, this is how I feel, the last time I went to see him, I didn't notice any evil in him, just like a living person, maybe he was guiding us to find the gray boss's hiding place. Wushuang hesitated.

On the mountain road, the old man who was hobbling disappeared, and about two miles away, a lantern was still shining in the darkness.

Wushuang felt that these two dragon mountains could be regarded as a place to steal doors, and there were eight thousand brothers buried in the ground, even if there was any danger, they would bless themselves if they knew it, so they had the courage to chase the grave on the top of the mountain with the colorful butterflies.

There was a lonely mountain top, not a single tree growing, the wind was very strong all around, blowing away all the snow of the winter, and if he was not careful, he would stumble on a hard tombstone, he brushed away the dust on the tombstone, the years were too long, the years eroded the handwriting on the tombstone, the handwriting on the tombstone was blurred, and it was impossible to tell who the sleeping brother below was.

Erlong Mountain is just a forgotten mountain in Chengde, and even people who climb the heights on weekdays rarely come here, and everyone knows that this side is evil, so for decades, almost no one has come to visit these underground spirits except from their families. Even if they came from their families, they just went through the motions, swept the lonely graves on the mountainside, and scattered some paper money.

"Hey!" thought of this, Wushuang couldn't help but burst into tears.

"They should not be forgotten! They are the same heroes of the Chengde people as those martyrs!" Lan Caidie said.

"Since ancient times, officials and bandits have not been connected, let alone them, how many Chengde people now remember the tragic battle that has not been recorded in history? The martyrs' cemetery will always have nothing to do with us, although they are doing things to protect their families and defend the country, but their identities are not recognized, what is the point of leaving their names?"

Wushuang stood in the cold wind and bowed his head silently, in this way to pay tribute to the brothers who accompanied his grandfather Wu Gongyao in the past from birth and death, and silently prayed for them in his heart.

"Butterflies. ”

"Huh?"

"You go back to Jiangnan this time to move the bones of the two predecessors of the Red Silk Gate, although Jiangnan is their hometown, but I think they want to be recognized by the thief, after all, it was my grandmother who expelled the Red Silk Gate from the thief's door, let them return to their homeland, the Northeast is their eternal home!"

"Really, great! My mother will be happy to know that Quanxia, you know? Even on the day of death, they still look at the northeast, they have been thinking about stealing the door in their hearts, it was Yaogong who gave them a place to live, and they have long regarded Changshengshan as their home. ”

Caidie said with tears in her eyes that when she was just raised by Lan Xiufang from the orphanage, she asked, Mom, outsiders call us operas, what is drama?

Lan Xiufang smiled and told her, silly boy, we are not a drama, we are different from the Orchid Gate, remember! If someone asks you about your origin in the future, you will proudly tell him, we are the descendants of the Northeast thief! We are the descendants of Wu Gongyao, the great hero of the troubled times!

Third Sister Lan and Lan Xiufang both dreamed of returning to the thief's door, and today, the trusted thief's leader finally acquiesced, although the two ancestors had already traveled to the immortals, but this was also a great comfort to their souls.

"Yes...... You won't let your grandmother and mother be buried here, will you?"

"Silly girl! I'm asking you to send their bones back to Changchun! When my grandfather left in the last few months, I had already bought a large cemetery, and in addition to my grandfather, I also prepared a place for my grandfather, as well as ...... There are also the second grandfather, the third grandfather, and of course, your red silk door, and ...... And where I am in the future!"

"Master, why are you saying this all of a sudden? You're so depressed, how old are you? Aren't you a little precocious?

Wushuang smiled: "People will die one day, the fallen leaves return to the roots, what a great honor it is to be buried with your ancestors?"

"Amitabha, it's really rare for the peerless master to have this kind of understanding!" At this time, the voice of Master Puci suddenly came from the wilderness.

Wushuang turned to look for the voice, and saw that the old monk was standing behind the two of them at some point.

"Oh, I'll go...... Big...... Guru...... You...... Are you not moving in the aisle?" Wushuang almost sat down in fright, and someone came out from behind him, and everyone reacted like this.

"Huh...... It's just that the two donors are not here, so they haven't found the old man! May I ask why the two of you are not sleeping at home at night and running in this ravine?" Master Puci still had a kind face, and he couldn't tell that he was deceased.

"We ...... Master, didn't you lead us here?" Wushuang asked in surprise.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, the old man has been following you, when will he guide you?"

"What, Master, you must not be joking, but I just saw you walking in front with a lantern?"

"Huh...... It's him! It's him! It's definitely him! This bull-nosed old man has gambled with the old man all his life! It's him who wins every time, hey!"

"Bullnose Old Dao, do you mean that person is our ancestor who stole the door, Yin Yang Xuandao?"

"Don't say it, don't say it! ”

Wushuang asked him again: "According to what the master sees, should I chase the gray boss?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"You're going to die here!"

Lan Caidie's fox eyes glared angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, old bald donkey? Our young master is the reincarnation of Kui Xing, and it is the destiny of heaven! Don't curse him!"