This time she was a little sad, she saw Wu Gui crying bitterly in the ruined temple.

She tried her best, but unfortunately she was just a puppet and couldn't squeeze out tears, but she remembered the sad feeling.

Wu Gui, a young man, has never returned to his hometown since he embarked on the road of performing arts, he said that he would not return to his hometown if he did not wear fine clothes.

She had a little wish.

Later, during the performance, the silk puppet in Wu Gui's hand often bloomed with a ray of aura, which made the audience feel inexplicably good-looking, and added a lot of rewards.

Wu Gui's smile became more, and the silk puppet in his hand also seemed to be laughing.

She transformed the spiritual power of heaven and earth that she could hope to cultivate into a human body and worked so hard to absorb into spiritual light, just to bring him a reward of silver, so that he could return to his hometown as soon as possible, and no longer have to live a hard life of eating and sleeping in the open air, and taking the sky as the earth.

So for so many years, that silk puppet has not been able to cultivate into a human body.

It stands to reason that they should be able to live a good life soon, but unfortunately, her spiritual power is weak, and every time she uses the spiritual light to earn him a reward, her spirituality fades by a point.

Cultivation is stealing yin and yang, seizing creation, it is against the sky, and everything is predetermined, a person can eat a few buckets of rice in his life, in fact, there is a certain number in the underworld.

She changed the fixed number of artist Wu Gui, and naturally had to pay the corresponding price and bear the punishment.

The price is that after finally exchanging a spiritual light for a reward, she completely lost her spirituality, no longer had her own thoughts, and became the most ordinary silk puppet, no different from the silk puppets in the hands of other artists.

It is not difficult to imagine that Wu Gui's life will soon no longer be easy, let alone return to her hometown, without her aura, it will be difficult for Wu Gui to even have food and clothing.

Life in the world is like a white horse passing by, and decades of time pass in a flash.

On a snowy day, in a snowy night.

A dilapidated temple, Wu Gui recalled his life, and felt that it was all the puppets in his hands who made mistakes, so that he was idle and adrift, coupled with the ruthless wind and snow on winter nights, and the cold was biting.

He threw the old puppet into the fire with his own hands, and watched as her red clothes were burned to ashes.

In the faint firelight, the old man, Wu Gui, an entertainer, witnessed a girl in red, dancing in the fire, dancing like flying, just like when he first dressed her in red and staged a puppet show on the three-foot red stage.

This is the last "enlightenment" of her before she dies after she loses her spirituality, just like the return of light before death.

In the end, she gave a blessing to Wu Gui, an elderly artist, and thanked her for the grace of body shaping, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she was speechless.

The girl in red, accompanied by the raging fire, gradually blurred, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

This is the old man Wu Gui, who felt that he was stunned for the last time.

He rubbed his eyes, nothing happened, as if everything just now was his own imagination, Wu Gui hurriedly used a branch next to him to dig up the bonfire, trying to pick up the silk puppet from it, but she seemed to have never appeared, he couldn't find it.

Wu Gui desperately tried to extinguish the flames, but she couldn't, just as no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

The fire just burns brighter and brighter.

The fire burned extremely strongly, so strong that Wu Gui couldn't feel the slightest cold in his thin clothes on a snowy night.

The flames were not extinguished until dawn.

The old man rummaged through the fire and found nothing, as if the filigree had been burned to ashes.

He was full of tears and remorse, and a chill welled up in his heart, and his heart and body were cold.

At this time, Wu Gui was finally alone.

After the girl in red finished telling the story, she asked the boy in the cave how he felt.

He just raised his arm and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Then, the fire dimmed, and she knew it was time for her to go.

Before leaving, the girl asked Li Zijin to pass by the grave of the artist Wu Gui in the future, so she would sprinkle a stack of paper in front of his grave and say that sentence to the artist Wu Gui for her, then she would have no regrets in this life.

Li Zijin agreed to the girl.

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The flowing water of time dissipates between heaven and earth.

The ghost thing Wu Gui's palm hovered above Li Zijin's head.

The young man was calm and relaxed, and put his sword into the sheath.

The ghostly resentment completely dissipated.

A vague figure condensed in front of Li Zijin's eyes, an old man, skinny and ragged.

The little Taoist chief was shocked, he didn't understand what happened in the "moment" just now, he only saw the sword-wielding man raise his hand and draw out the sword, and then the next moment the ghost's resentment disappeared completely.

The little Taoist looked at the old man with a blurred figure and asked, "Who is that?"

Li Zijin replied: "Selling artists, Wu Gui." ”

The old man, who was only a wisp of lonely soul, slowly waved at the young man in front of him, and a thousand words were all in this way.

The young man smiled and asked, "Mr. Wu, can you see her?"

The old man snorted.

Li Zijin nodded, if it weren't for that, the resentment on the ghost Wu Gui wouldn't have completely disappeared.

Wu Gui's figure became more and more blurred, and finally his voice was almost inaudible, and he said, "Thank you." ”

Then it faded with the wind, coming and going.

Xiao Dao Chang was confused, and he didn't understand what was going on at all, but he still closed the coffin and said: "It seems that the resentment on this ghost has been resolved, and that lonely soul has been hanging for a breath, and now it can be regarded as returning to heaven and earth, but if he wants to no longer harm people, he still needs to do one last thing." ”

Li Zijin asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

A black pill slipped out of the sleeve of the little Taoist priest of the Zhengyi faction, "This thing is called the Soul Fixing Pill, which can calm the corpse and fix the soul, according to the previous signs of that ghost thing, I speculate that it is Wu ······ What is Wu coming from?"

Li Zijin smiled: "His name is Wu Gui, he is not a ghost, he is an artist." ”

The little Taoist priest of the Zhengyi faction rolled his eyes, too lazy to fight with the sword-wielding man in terms of words, and continued: "I speculate that Wu Gui's burial place should be a little strange, most likely, there is a problem with the coffin, plus ghosts... The resentment of the entertainer Wu Gui is too strong, so the resentment leaked out of the coffin and condensed into that black shadow, often wandering in this village, but why he wandered here, I don't know. ”

Li Zijin turned his head to look at a place, he knew what Wu Gui was looking for, it must be in the village, there is also that child, there is a puppet at home, so Wu Gui will desperately go door to door to look for it, during the day, because the yang energy goes to the ground, the yin things can't go out, so he can only haunt at night, so he will appear in Zishi.

His nature is not bad, even if he is swayed by resentment, he never takes the initiative to harm others, but in order to protect himself, he injured a few Jianghu rangers who came to kill demons and demons.

But in the final analysis, it was Wu Gui who did something wrong and should not hurt the innocent.

Although the young man was willing to believe that Wu Gui was actually in empathy, he saw what he saw through the passage of time and saw the girl in red, and he no longer had the slightest resentment, let alone come out to harm others.

But in order to be sure, Li Zijin still decided to go with the little Taoist to settle the matter.

The two went to a mass grave in the village.

"Where is the Taoist taking me?"

"Find Wu Gui's grave. ”

"Can the Daoist find it?"

"Nonsense. This magic weapon of mine is amazing, a friend gave it to you, and it is an object at the bottom of the box!"

"But I see that your magic weapon seems to be stuck. ”

“······”

The little Taoist priest shook the dragon ruler in his hand vigorously, and found that it was indeed not intentionally pointing in a certain direction, but in disrepair and could not be moved······

So the little Taoist priest scolded his mother, "Why are you so unlucky to play with this sword?" First I saw the hell under the locust tree, and then I wasted a golden light talisman of Dao Ye and me, and then it was even more inexplicable snow, and now it is the failure of the dragon ruler, should you be a crime with Dao Ye and me, and I came to restrain me, right?"

Li Zijin smiled dumbly, stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, "Dao Chief, can you blame me?"

The righteous little Taoist priest suddenly put his index finger against his lips, "Shhhhh ”

Li Zijin stopped talking.

The little Taoist priest's ears moved slightly, and he asked, "Did you hear that?"

The young man was curious, "What did you hear?"

The little Taoist priest tilted his head again, and after making sure that he had heard correctly, he put away the dragon ruler, pointed to one place, and said categorically: "It's there, I heard the difference in the sound of the wind, the other tombs are normal, only that one, the wind is different, if there is any tomb that is not quite right, then it can only be this one tomb." ”

Li Zijin looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Dao Chang said angrily: "Sword player, what kind of eyes do you have, you can't believe Dao Ye, right?"

The young swordsman nodded without thinking, and said seriously: "After all, what we are going to do is not very kind, if we dig the wrong ······"

Before Li Zijin finished speaking, the little Taoist priest looked at each other angrily, "Don't be a crow's mouth, bah bah." ”

However, he also seems to feel that just by listening to himself, digging people's graves, it is really not good, so he took out a magic weapon from his arms, which is a mirror, which is a magic weapon from Buddhism, and the seal is engraved with the four-character mantra of "Mirror Feitai", which is a gift from a friend, he sighed and said: "Staying with such an unlucky person like you, it is really buzzing." That is to say, Dao Ye, I am known as Duobao Zhenren in the rivers and lakes, so I can get so many magic weapons to accompany you······"

Li Zijin laughed, thinking that there was still such a thick-skinned little Taoist in the world, so he quipped: "The Taoist is so young, he is already a 'real person'?"

"Duobao Zhenren" resisted the urge to slap him to death in a mirror, gritted his teeth and recited the formula, "The mirror is on the stage, destroying the evil and supplementing the right, my heart is heroic, remove the false and keep the true!"

The trail chief held a bronze mirror, the mirror side was facing up, and a ray of Buddha light shot out from the mirror and went to a tomb.

It was the same direction and the same tomb that he had heard before, and after confirming each other, the little Taoist nodded and said: "It's definitely here, there is no way to make a mistake, if there is a mistake, I will ······ the Taoist."

Li Zijin had already gone to the grave, and the Taoist chief naturally did not carry out the poisonous oath to the end.

Snowflakes fall in the soil, after melting is extremely cold, can not start directly, is still "Duobao Zhenren" from the arms of a self-drawn crappy talisman, quite proud: "This talisman is called the mountain moving talisman, there is the magic power of moving mountains and unloading mountains, it is the Taoist I personally painted, when I see the magic effect of the mountain moving talisman, don't be too surprised." ”

Li Zijin couldn't help laughing, nodded and said, "Dao Chief, please." ”

He wanted to see if there was a reliable magic weapon on this "Duobao Zhenren".

Xiaodao Chang twisted the fingertip of the handwritten handwriting, "infinitely powerful" mountain moving talisman, silently recited the mantra, the fingertip talisman floated down the grave at his feet, and really lifted the soil on the grave, revealing a coffin below.

The young man applauded and laughed: "It's amazing, it's a big mountain to move." ”

Xiao Dao Chang looked at it, and sure enough, he guessed correctly.

Li Zijin also looked intently, only to see that the "coffin" of the coffin had fallen aside, directly revealing the white bones inside.

This coffin, in fact, is a bit simple, I think it's right, it should be those people in the village, kindly bought it for a foreigner, even if it is a mass grave, there are still many tombstones.

It's just that there is no tombstone on this tomb, so maybe they don't know Wu Gui's name, so naturally it is useless to erect a tombstone.

"The outer coffin is crooked, so the resentment leaks out and condenses into ghosts. This tomb is indeed. "The little Taoist has made a final decision, just waiting for the coffin to be covered.

He flicked the black pill with his fingers and bounced it into the coffin, intending to move the outer coffin to the right with his hands, so that the entertainer Wu Gui could really be buried in the ground.

Li Zijin shouted, "Wait!"

"Duobao Zhenren" wondered: "What's the matter?"

Outside the coffin, on top of the outer coffin, a silk puppet lies quietly on it.

Dressed in red.

Li Zijin woke up suddenly.

I see.

What he saw in the cave was only a part of her spirituality, that old man Wu Gui, in fact, after he died, he could still condense his resentment, go to that cave, and find the body of the silk puppet, he must have wanted to wait for the puppet's spirituality to be recovered, and then buried in the coffin together.

Then the silk puppet, in fact, after being thrown into the fire by the old man's own hands, the spirit and body were stripped away.

What little bit of spirituality she had left would only appear when the campfire was lit, and she mistakenly thought she had been trapped in the cave.

And the body was actually taken back to the tomb by the ghost Wu Gui, and put aside for the time being, waiting for it to become her completely.

And all this, even Wu Gui himself didn't know, only the ghost that the old man's resentment turned into knew.

Between the yin and the yang, let the girl in red and the artist Wu Gui miss so many years, is it providence?

After the young man figured it out, he laughed, and the little Taoist priest on the side was horrified to see it, and felt that this sword player had fallen into evil?

Li Zijin gently put the red-clothed puppet on the outer coffin into the coffin and buried it with Wu Gui's white bones.

The young swordsman and the little Taoist priest of the Zhengyi faction, one by one, lifted the outer coffin together and covered the coffin.

After doing all this, the two of them turned back on it, and the trail leader cast the mountain moving charm again, filling the tomb again with the dirt that had been removed before.

Wu Gui and the silk puppet went into the ground together.

If she was still spiritual, she would be happy to be able to see this scene with her own eyes.

On the way out of the mass grave, Li Zijin glanced back, as if he saw the grave, there was a young man carving the wood in his hand, he carved it carefully, carved the wood into a puppet, the puppet was lifelike, the young man picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, took a breath, painted the eyes of the puppet, and finally put on the red clothes made by his own hands.

A girl in red appeared behind the young man, the young man turned his head, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then dissipated together in the wind and snow.

The first time she met him was on a stormy night.

And when she was buried with him, it was on a snowy night.

Fortunately, the wind and rain did not return to the people, and in the end they became the people who returned to the people on the snowy night.

Li Zijin smiled and said, "Wu Gui, no return, is it really heavenly?"

Immediately, he shook his head and said: "My heart is my hometown, and Wu Gui's heart is Wu Gui Township." ”

It was almost dawn, and the little Taoist on the side glanced at the young swordsman beside him, and felt that his speech was really confusing.

The two walked to the entrance of the village, and Li Zijin found that the old man was gone.

At the time of separation, Li Zijin turned his head and asked, "Haven't you asked the Taoist chief for his name?"

The little Taoist glanced at the sword-wielding man, and said angrily: "What, is it because I admire the Taoist master and I have many magic weapons and vast magical powers?"

Li Zijin was very sincere, how could he speak with a clear conscience, so he naturally shook his head and said, "No, I want to say, if the Taoist chief doesn't tell me his name, how can I compensate you for the golden light talisman and repay your favor in the future." ”

Xiao Dao Chang patted his head, yes, this sword trickster still owes me a golden light talisman and a great favor, almost looked at it, he cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows, shook his sleeves, and said in a rather masterful manner: "Dao Ye, I don't change my name, I don't change my surname, and I am one faction~"

Li Zijin nodded and said, "That little Taoist, let's say goodbye, there will be a period later." ”

Fang Guiyi stared at him so stunned and didn't leave.

Li Zijin also wondered.

The little Taoist said coldly, "What about yours?"

Only then did the young man react, feeling that this Fang Xiaodao Chang really never traded at a loss, didn't he mean "My name has been said, your name has not been said yet, if you don't say it, I won't leave."

He smiled heartily: "Under Li Zijin, the sect ······ The sect is too small, so don't mention it. ”

It's not that Li Zijin really doesn't think it's okay not to mention it, but he suddenly realized that he didn't even know which sect Xie Yufeng was from, so it was impossible to say that he didn't know what sect he was from, right?

In fact, Fang Guiyi didn't think that the sect behind Li Zijin was too small, on the contrary, he thought that judging from the young man's swordsmanship, he must be a famous teacher, and this sword sect in Yan Kingdom, Fang Guiyi really didn't know much about it, as far as he knew, it seemed that the more powerful sect in Yan Country was only one Yunxia Mountain, and Yunxia Mountain was also a famous sword sect, but the mountain was full of female cultivators, and only female cultivators were accepted, and the sword player in front of him would definitely not be Yunxia Mountain.

After thinking about it, Fang Guiyi decided to be too lazy to bother with his brain, no matter where he was, in short, he just had to remember that this Second Realm Sword Cultivator named Li Zijin owed him a great favor to Fang Guiyi.

Fang Gui nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, just know what the name of your sword-wielding person is, I'll wait for you to return the favor, don't forget." ”

"Definitely. ”

Li Zijin watched the Longhu Mountain Zhengyi, who claimed to be a Duobao Zhenren, send Fang Xiaodao Leader away, his figure became farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared from view, thinking that he should also go.

Previously, he wandered too much time near the cave in Wuding River, just to find Wu Gui's grave, but he didn't expect that he didn't report any hope, but he only planned to try his luck in the future, to see when he could meet Wu Gui's grave, but he met the ghost Wu Gui by mistake in this nameless village.

The story that the girl in red told him in the cave didn't sound so tortuous at the time, but in retrospect, I felt that there were too many regrets, too many regrets, too many pity.

Even after the silk puppet and the old man have really died, the bones of the old man and the red-clothed puppet that have lost their spirituality, inside a coffin and outside the coffin, have not been able to live and die together.

Thinking of the obsession of the girl in red, and the resentment of the artist Wu Gui, they all support one of them to stay in the cave, waiting for a person to listen to the story, and tell the story in their hearts, so that they can leave with peace of mind without regrets, and a grudge turns into a ghost, desperately trying to find the spirituality of the silk puppet, so that it can be truly complete, so that the resentment can be eliminated and the earth can be settled.

Li Zijin thought of it again, when Wu Gui was a teenager, the old entertainer who went to his hometown was also poor all his life, and inadvertently performed a puppet show, which affected Wu Gui's life, and many years later met Wu Gui, a young man who also became an entertainer and walked the rivers and lakes, in a dilapidated temple.

and Wu Gui's parents, maybe they didn't expect that he was really determined to do this business, and he couldn't persuade him to come back, so he went all the way to the dark, thinking that when he made a lot of money, he would return to his hometown to serve the second elder well.

Who knows, waiting for a person to return to his hometown, he will wait until the end of his life, and he will not be able to do it.

There are many artists like Wu Gui in the world.

There are very few names left behind since ancient times.

All beings are suffering.

Li Zijin suddenly felt that empathy was really the best swordsmanship in the world, and there was no one. Even if he can become a sword immortal and a great sword immortal in the future, it is impossible for him to learn swordsmanship better than empathy.

There should be empathy in the world.

The boy looked up.

The snow stopped.

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At the canopy, the old man who was lying at the entrance of the village last night, his eyes were blank and his clothes were ragged, he had changed into a clean robe, wearing a hibiscus crown, his eyes were bright, his eyes were piercing through the clouds and looking down, staring at the young man with a sword on his back who was standing at the entrance of the village and unwilling to leave for a long time.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "I can't kill the demons in the world, I can't kill the demons in my eyes, I can't manage the injustices in the world, I can manage the injustices in front of me, what do you think of this answer?"

A barefoot monk in a robe nodded, "It's already good." ”

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, "Oh? It's already good, but it's not the best?"

The barefoot monk smiled and said: "The demons in the eyes are easy to kill, and the demons in the heart are difficult to collect. ”

The old Taoist snorted and added, "The road is long and resistant." ”

The old Taoist brushed his sleeves and left. The barefoot monk gave one last glance at the young man on the ground, "Amitabha." Then the figure flashed away.