Jiangnan is always beautiful, but it is always defeated.

The scenery was under the peace, and the defeat was in the war.

At that time, the Jiangnan people could attract thousands of applause as soon as they danced, people came and went lively, poetry and singing attracted people to stop, and there were traders and pedestrians on both sides of the road, the lights were bright, and the night was endless.

But in this absurd and chaotic world, there is silence now, broken walls, empty alleys and broken houses, and everything is ruined.

The boat drifted on the river, and the woman in the cloak on the boat supported the bamboo raft, and saw the prosperity here, and now also the destitude here.

This is always the case in this world, the old will always lose, and when the years pass, there will be new scenery.

Strings breathed a sigh of relief and took off his hat.

A few drops of rain fell, but they didn't fall on her.

When was the last time she was here?

I don't remember exactly.

Anyway, it was still peaceful and prosperous at that time.

She left a sigh here until the raft crossed the whole river, and then followed it into the river.

She still has a lot of places to go.

Go to a place further south and hear that there is a sea there with no end in sight, or go to a place further west and hear that there are heavenly mountains rising there, covered with snow and soothe the soul, and go to the coast and see the fisherman who goes out early and returns late, rain or shine on the sea.

Along the way, she didn't know anyone.

I probably don't want to leave any more thoughts about myself.

A year is not long, two years is not short, and it will be over eventually.

After going around in circles, she really had nowhere to go.

Slowly, she became a little sluggish, and her consciousness began to be less awake, like a person walking in the fog, gradually panicked, but in the end, there was only confusion left in her eyes, and finally she was lost in the fog.

This is true of ghost cultivation, and so is human beings.

It's just that people are saved, but ghosts are not.

What is a lonely soul and a wild ghost, it is such a wandering ghost who does not know where to go, because the wandering ghost who obsessively stays in the world and gradually forgets his memory, after a long time, either his soul is scattered, or because of the resentment between heaven and earth, he turns into a ghost and a ghost, which is a disaster for the world.

This is where the ghosts of their kind belong.

Sunrise over the sea.

The light made the strings startled, and she stood up.

She was sluggish for a moment, but suddenly opened her legs, and walked step by step towards the rising sun.

Yang energy is born, and the ghosts and ghosts in the world are leveled.

The fisherman looked at it, and was a little confused by the light of the morning sun, and stretched out his hand to block it, but saw a woman's figure walking step by step towards the sea between his fingers.

The fisherman was shocked and immediately shouted, "Girl! Girl! Don't go to the sea! Cannot! ”

As he spoke, the fisherman stared at the dazzling morning sun and ran over.

He originally came to fish, but he didn't expect to encounter such a light incident, thinking that he could save it, he would save it, and his mind was stunned.

But when he was busy running to the shore.

A wave hit, and the fisherman staggered and almost fell on the shore.

When I look up again.

The fisherman was stunned.

The morning sun in front of him made him trance, and he only saw that figure seemed to be standing in the center of the rising sun.

A wisp of green smoke rose, and the figure seemed to be burned to ashes in the light of the morning sun, turning into flying ashes and drifting with the wind on the sea.

The fisherman rubbed his eyes and held a slit with his hand.

Looking at it again, where are there people in the place where I just saw......

As far as I can see, there is only the calm sea and the rising sun.

The fisherman stood stunned.

The harpoon in his hand also fell.

I've probably never seen anything so weird.

He took a deep breath, swam over, groped where he saw, dived into the sea, and looked left and right.

"Hoo ......"

He poked his head out of the sea, and shook off the head of his head.

When he raised his hand again, there was already an extra jade pendant in his palm.

The fisherman was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he hurried back to the shore.

The jade pendant is exquisitely carved, engraved with a phoenix brocade, and a wisp of red spikes is knotted under the jade pendant, which can be seen extraordinary.

turned over, and saw a swallow engraved in the corner of the jade pendant.

The fisherman was shocked, and then hurriedly put away the jade pendant carefully.

I looked left and right, and when I saw that no one had noticed, I was relieved.

The fisherman pursed his lips, the morning sun had left the sea at this moment, and he recalled the figure, and he knew that it was definitely not his own dazzle.

It's just that......

So who is it?

Why is it so silent?

The fisherman was puzzled, but when he recalled it later, he often wondered if he was a human being that day.

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"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The sound of a wooden fish resounded on the Liuyun Temple.

The Taoist who was sitting on the tuanpu knocked on the wooden fish, and sat under the statue of the True Martial God, and the palm of the True Martial God Monarch was empty, but there was a fragment of a sword on the shore.

The Taoist was calm, not half distracted and impetuous, and after reading a whole piece of the Taishang Sutra, after breathing a long sigh of relief, he began to read the next one.

Until there was a sound outside the temple.

"Trail Chief."

Tao'er came to the Taoist temple alone.

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, looked back, and then arched his hand and said, "I've seen Tao'er Layman." ”

After such years, the Taoist is no longer the young man he was at the beginning, and his forms and manners have become a little old-fashioned, but they are much more solemn.

Tao'er brought some things, some meat and vegetables, and some warm clothes, and after putting these things down, she asked, "The Taoist chief asked someone to call me up the mountain?" But what do you have to explain? ”

The Taoist paused, and said: "The master said, Tao'er is the old man in the view, the trail is now going down the mountain, I don't know when it will come back, the Taoist temple has been worshiped for a long time, no one has a charm, I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive, so the trail wants to trouble the monk......"

Tao'er was stunned when she heard this, and asked, "The little path chief wants to go down the mountain?" ”

"Yes."

"Where are you going after you go down the mountain?"

"I don't know, the master asked me to go down the mountain, then I will go down the mountain, it has been delayed for a long time."

Tao'er didn't say much, only said: "The mountain is different from the mountain, the world is noisy, life is like a mustard, the trail chief is going down the mountain this time, you should make more preparations, I just brought some food and clothing, and the trail chief will take it with you." ”

The Taoist stepped forward and arched his hand: "Thank you, monk." ”

"It's fine."

Tao'er smiled and said, "Don't worry, this temple should be taken care of by me." ”

……

The Taoist went down the mountain, and as soon as he left, he didn't see a figure.

A dilapidated place could still be seen beside the official road, which was now a decayed black wood, or a part of the earth, and thick weeds had grown on it.

This was supposed to be a small shop.

Peach looked at it, after the man was gone.

She picked up the broom that was placed next to the view, and cleaned up the fallen leaves and dust in the view little by little.

Other plants and trees grew on the withered peach trees, and although the dead trees died, they nourished other creatures.

The peach in the view swept away, and her thoughts slowly drifted away.

It's like going back to that snowy day.

It's as silent as this.