In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the night is deep, and the lively streets and alleys on weekdays are full of people.

There are a few fires faintly by the river in Ningcheng, mostly some people who are too busy during the day, so they only find time to burn paper money to worship their ancestors.

As far as the eye can see, there are mostly burnt black paper piles on both sides of the riverbank, and there are only a few river lamps in the river that have not had time to catch up with the large army in front.

This day is the traditional mid-year festival, in such an era when demons are prevalent, it is not very peaceful on weekdays, let alone such a special day as the mid-year festival.

Ordinary people were afraid of encountering something, so they hurriedly finished the sacrifice, and before even waiting for all the paper money to burn out, they hurried home, and no one dared to stay outside.

In the west of Ningcheng City, in the center of the street, there is an inn, the name of the inn is called "Fengqi Inn" outside the inn, although the day is special, the inn is still holding the lamp.

In order to provide convenience for those who stay late at night, even on such a special day, the shopkeeper leaves a hidden door for the guests.

On the street, a woman in red walked slowly, her leisurely steps contrasting sharply with those hurrying home.

She looked like she was strolling in the garden, deliberately going out for a walk after dinner to eat.

When she arrived at the door of the inn, she raised her eyes and glanced at the plaque of "Fengqi Inn", but she did not enter the inn.

The shopkeeper in the inn saw a red figure at the door, and planned to open the door to ask if the guest wanted to stay in the hotel, but as soon as he opened the door, the red figure outside the door was gone.

"Wang Xiaowu, what are you doing?"

The shopkeeper saw that the shopkeeper had been staying at the door and looking, and he didn't see anyone coming, so he didn't know why, so he asked out loud.

Wang Xiaowu glanced at the empty street outside the inn and scratched his head, "It's strange, I saw a girl outside just now, and I wanted to beckon her in, but there was no one outside." ”

He also muttered quietly, "Could it be that I was dazzled by the mistake?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand, "Forget it, today is a special day, everyone who should go home has gone home, and those who should be looking for a place to settle have already found a good place early." ”

"Close the door, it closes earlier today."

"Okay" Wang Xiaowu agreed, while closing the door as instructed, and soon left the woman in red behind.

In the open space behind the inn, the woman in red said to the pitch-black clearing, "Are you willing?" ”

Because it was an open space, naturally there was no response, only to hear the woman in red continue: "If you are unwilling, let them all be destroyed." ”

Half a month later.

Not far from Ningcheng, there is a well-known immortal cultivation sect called Cangchen Mountain Sect.

There are four peaks in the Cangchen Mountain faction, named after spring, summer, autumn and winter, of which the peak of spring is the meeting peak where the head of the sect is located.

The other three peaks are inhabited by the three elders, as well as the disciples and grandchildren of the elders, as well as the disciples and grandchildren of the disciples.

A young boy with clear eyebrows came out of the Spring Peak and flew back to the Autumn Peak in one breath.

Before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly ran to the cultivation ground of his master and his uncles and aunts after getting off the flying sword.

This is really a manual work, but who called him the youngest disciple on the peak, whether it is age, seniority, or seniority, he is the youngest.

Hey, this damn generation, the young man wiped a handful of bitter tears, and resigned himself to continue to move forward with his two little short legs.

Soon, he arrived at the cultivation ground, and in the chaotic crowd, he saw at a glance the cold figure with an abrupt appearance and temperament.

That immortal monarch stood out from the crowd like a chicken, and he was the only one in the whole mountain with a fairy spirit, which could be described as a real fairy wind bone, and his appearance was even more outstanding.

Others were not as good as his own teacher, and the young man complained in his heart, proud that he had such an excellent teacher.

"My dear teacher, Mao Zheng can be regarded as finding you."

The young man was very excited, and he couldn't wait to rush over and hug his master and cry for a while, to see if his master could protect him next time when his master asked him to run errands?

But no, before he could pounce, his always cold and lofty master dodged.

That means, bold maniac, Hugh must touch the corner of his coat, and the corner of his coat can you defile it?

Although his master was still expressionless as always, just with cold air all over his body, Mao Zheng felt that he could read the inner voice of his master, after all, he had been following his master for several years, and he still had a certain understanding of his master's temperament.

"What's the matter?" His cold master asked, even his voice was so cold and cold.

As he asked, the other uncles and aunts stopped practicing, and all gathered around.

Mao Zheng immediately returned to seriousness, "The head said that there is an inn in Ningcheng, and there is a fire burning every night, and the fire is very strange, no matter how it is extinguished, it will affect business." ”

"We've detected a slight fluctuation of demonic energy, so let's send someone from Autumn Peak to take a look."

"No innocent people died, did they?" Uncle Yi asked.

Mao Zheng shook his head, "No one has been killed so far, it's just that the fire is strange." ”

The master understood, and turned to Qiandui, "That's right, Senior Brother Qiandu, you take Mao Zheng to practice your hands, this is just right for him, he should also go down the mountain to experience the experience, no matter how much theory he learns, he still needs to practice after all." ”

Another uncle also chimed in, "It's no big deal, everyone hasn't done their homework, let's continue, this opportunity will be given to the little teacher and nephew who run errands for us every day, which is a reward." ”

This kind of anomalous event, where no one is killed, is usually considered a relatively simple kind of time, and they will leave it to new disciples to practice.

Then things were settled.

The three of them set off for Ningcheng, as for why it was three people.

That's because his aunt, that is, his master's sister, and Liu Qinuo, the daughter of his master's master, had to come with him, so they became three.

The afterlife is now called by this name.

This is the only way for humans, demons, and animals who cannot ascend before their souls are reincarnated after death.

Hundreds of years ago, there was no order in the afterlife, it was scattered and chaotic.

Those who should be reincarnated do not reincarnate, stay here, cultivate and strengthen themselves by devouring the little ghosts, cultivate to the high self-proclaimed ghost king, and the little ghosts follow, so they will lead their own forces, compete for territory and resources, in order to strengthen their own forces, devour those who are weaker than them to practice, for a while, disputes continue, chickens fly and dogs jump, and chaos is very.

And now, there is already a look, organization and discipline, and at the same time, there is also the king chosen by this heavenly way.

A woman in Tsing Yi stood at the head of the bridge, next to an old woman who was serving soup to people in line for reincarnation.

The old woman filled a bowl of soup and handed it to the people in line in front of her, "Are you leaving?" ”。

"Well, there are still some things that have not been dealt with, and we have to do a final job after all." The woman in Tsing Yi said lightly.

The old woman took Wan back and continued to serve the soup, "It's been two hundred years, you've been waiting for two hundred years, don't you plan to continue waiting for the person you're waiting for?" ”

Woman in Tsing Yi: "Don't wait....."

The old woman's hands kept moving, and she interrupted: "There are too many negative people in the world, you said that the person you waited for is worth your wait, since he is worth it, why don't you wait?" ”

The woman's face was a little more determined, and explained: "I just decided not to continue to wait, two hundred years have passed, he has not come to this realm, I don't think I will take this path, so I want to go back to that world and look for him." ”

There are too many things in the human world, and after the death of ordinary people and livestock, their souls will come and go to the living world.

There are also many people who do not necessarily come to the life world, such as those who cultivate immortals, they are immortal, and they will always be in the human world.

There are also very few immortals who have ascended, who can fly to the immortal realm and go to the ninefold heaven to be immortals.

There are also people who practice Buddhism, and after death, their souls will go to the Western Dharma world.

There are also a very small number of people who, after death, are scattered before their souls come to the afterlife, or there is something unexpected to their souls.

All of the above will lead to the fact that the deceased will not be able to come to the afterlife.

I just hope that person is not the last case.

The old woman didn't reply for a while, she didn't know what the mood was, she hoped that the woman would give up this obsession, not to follow in her footsteps, when she learned that the woman was not waiting, she was a little anxious, she was afraid, what if the woman's ending was good?

In case that person is really worth the woman's wait, and the woman's final ending is different from herself, in that case, wouldn't it be a pity to give up.

When she learned that the woman had not given up, she was not visibly relieved, but she herself was not aware of it.

The woman added, "I still believe in him." But this sentence is extremely firm.

After a moment of silence, the old woman said, "Just think about it." ”

She has nothing to dissuade the woman, the woman has her own decisions, she only hopes that in the end, this woman who is as infatuated as herself will not follow in her footsteps.

The two chatted for a while, and the woman said goodbye in a brisk tone, "Over the years, thank you for your mother-in-law's care, if the final result is not satisfactory, I will come back here again and continue to be the king of my afterlife." ”

"When the time comes, I will come back to be a companion for your mother-in-law, so that you will not be so lonely, and your mother-in-law will wait for me here."

"Old woman, I, I am already a person who has been imprisoned in this world, naturally I will not go anywhere, no matter when you come back, I am here." The old woman said in a tone that was somewhat indulgent to her juniors.

"Then I'm leaving," said the woman, who couldn't wait to walk out a few steps, and when she finally waited for the right time to say goodbye to her benefactor, she didn't want to stay longer.

She was eager to see the person she wanted to see, and her steps seemed a little hurried, and after walking a distance, she seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned around: "By the way, mother-in-law, it's been hundreds of years, you haven't let go of the past, and I look forward to the next time I see you again, it will be what you looked like when you were young." ”

"You are free, but you are imprisoned in this world by your own heart."

After the woman finished speaking, she didn't wait for the old woman to answer, and left without looking back, and the entire space at the head of the bridge still echoed with her afterthoughts, "Let go of your obsession and restore your appearance!" ”。

"Haven't I let go of my obsession?" After a moment of silence, the old woman looked worriedly at the pale cyan back that was fading away, and muttered, "Zhan Lu, I hope your ending is not the same as mine." ”