Beyond the Illusion.

Dionysian temple ruins.

On the kiln, the grand specification of the palace type heavy eaves hall has long collapsed, only a few straight to the sky are left, but there is no wall and roof tile to block, so the wind also comes in, the rain also comes in, insects and birds build nests, flowers and plants grow.

It's been a long time.

The Dionysian kiln became a small valley, the cliffs on the edge of the valley were covered with mossy vines and vines, and the bottom of the valley was flooded with deep water, but strangely enough, there was an "island" in the middle of the water, which was small in size, but it was only a step square, covered with soft shallow grass and dotted with wild flowers that bloomed in season.

The stone statue of Bacchus lies still, with moss on the hem of his clothes, bird droppings on his neckline, his toes poking into the water, and his eyes looking at the sky above.

A look of slowly dying in time.

Quiet and decadent.

Suddenly.

The water is surging.

A hand suddenly emerged from his hand, grabbed the foot and neck of the god of wine, and then used his palm, and a figure turned onto the "island" in embarrassment.

The man leaned over and vomited a large mixture of muddy water and blood before he turned over and leaned against the stone statue, revealing a young, pale face.

It is Li Chang'an who has escaped from the illusion.

But at this time, there was no joy on his face, and it didn't look like he had escaped.

Because.

And he was dying.

Once again, it turned out to be unwise to go head-to-head with a well-prepared Taoist priest who had set up the altar.

Although he let Yu Mei be confused by the thunder, he was also seriously injured.

The injury was not complicated, there were no external fractures, damage to internal organs, excessive bleeding, or wound infection.

Maybe it will be dragged to the rescue now, and it will be able to survive with its own cultivation, but don't say that Xiaoshui City in reality is a ruin, that is, the places near the left may have become ghosts due to natural and man-made disasters, where can I find someone to heal?

Besides, after a hard battle in the illusion, and tossing under the water for a long time, he is completely exhausted, and now Li Chang'an, I am afraid that he will not even be able to climb out of the deep well of the Bacchus Kiln.

That's it.

Let it go.

I don't know if the underworld will accept our smuggled soul.

If you accept it, don't rush to send it to reincarnation, and would rather be a peaceful dog than a troubled world.

Not right either.

It is said that I have cut down so many monsters, and I can be regarded as thin and meritorious, and I have dealt with the heavens and the earth, even if I can't be a god, I can be a ghost, right?

Judge: Impermanence? Anything, as long as I don't go to Yan Dabeard's hands to be on an errand, I don't want to go to the feces and urine hell to shovel.

When Li Changan was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt that his surroundings were bright.

Look up.

It was the night wind that drove away the clouds, revealing that the full moon was in the middle of the sky.

The moonlight is like water, poured into the Bacchus kiln.

The surrounding flowers and plants are reflected, and the water surface is sparkling.

Li Changan looked at Yuehua, felt his gradual decline, and smiled.

What a good moonlight, it is the place where bones are buried, when the corpse is dissolved.

It's a pity that the moon is left in the Yu family mansion in the illusion, such a beautiful scenery, but when you are dying, you can't drink the moonlight.

He shifted his body to change his posture and joked with the stone statue.

"Bacchus, Bacchus, you are a god who really doesn't work. If you can't suppress the demons, can't you even ask for a glass of water and wine for the dying person?"

Didn't think about it.

"The Taoist has never prayed to a certain person, how do you know if my Dionysian is good or not?"

"Huh?"

............

The sudden accosting made Li Changan startled.

Follow the prestige.

I didn't see anyone, but I smelled a special smell first.

It was a strange fragrance formed by the smell of earthy smell mixed with aged incense and candles.

Li Changan once smelled it once in his memory, and that was when the young master of the Yin Death White Lotus was dying from the Pingye City God in the ghost at the bottom of the lake. But what he smelled at this time was much weaker than that of Pingye Chenghuang.

"Tsutatsumi?"

It can be seen that the person who appeared suddenly is the image of a middle-aged scribe, with a vague figure, scattered clothes, but not sloppy, and a sense of madness, no different from the statue of Dionysus.

"Bacchus?"

The people around him laughed and arched their hands:

"Just a piece of land is not only the land, but also the god of wine. ”

With that, he brushed the wide long sleeves through the gap between the two, and after the big sleeves, he saw that after the big sleeves, a pinch of shallow grass grew rapidly, and entangled with each other, and in a few breaths, it was woven into a verdant wine glass.

He flipped his wrist again, and there was already an extra celadon wine bottle in his hand.

Click.

A subtle cracking sound came to my ears.

Li Changan followed the sound and looked.

Tiny cracks were found climbing up the sleeves of the Dionysian statue.

The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows.

"What is this?"

As a Taoist priest, speaking to a god in such a tone is not respectful.

Fortunately, this person did not care, only tilted the mouth of the bottle, and slowly poured the amber liquid into the grass cup.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a sabotage medicine, maybe it's a life-saving remedy. ”

The glass was about to be full, and he smiled at the priest.

"What's the matter? The Taoist priest has just talked a lot, and now he doesn't dare to drink the wine?"

Li Changan did not answer.

He silently looked at the man in front of him who called himself the god of wine, he had the breath of a god on his body, but his body was illusory like a lonely soul, watching him fill his wine glass, watching the cracks gradually climb over the half of the stone statue, and finally shook his head and smiled.

Prop up the stump, pick up the wine glass, and drink it all.

"Good wine!"

......

Wine in your throat.

The indescribable warmth and mellow sank into the chest and abdomen, and a wave of smoke and drunkenness also took the opportunity to rush to the mind, teaching people to be dizzy and hot.

A trance.

A large amount of mist was evaporated from the stagnant water at the bottom of the kiln.

Not for a moment.

surrounded Li Changan, as if he was in a sea of clouds.

The Taoist priest's mind moved, and when he looked up, the narrow moonlit sky above his head was gone, replaced by a wide and boundless blue sky.

Yes, it's an illusion again, why this time?

The Taoist priest turned his head to look at the god of wine beside him, but the god of wine was silent, only pointed downward.

Li Changan leaned down and saw that the clouds had thinned, and under his feet was a small city surrounded by mountains and rivers.

It's all too familiar.

It's still Xiaoshui City.

It's just that the current Xiaoshui is not as exquisite, clean, prosperous, and rich as in the fantasy world, and there is no wisteria that entangles the city.

But it's the same ease and peace.

But the calm was clearly short-lived and flawed, and Li Chang'an's gaze was on the edge of the map, where smoke and dust were burning and an army was coming across the mountains.

"What is this?"

Bacchus' gaze was filled with nostalgia and compassion.

"The memory of this land. ”

............

After the military disaster swept through.

The survivors walked out of the mountains and forests, leaving them with devastation and the remains of their relatives and friends.

The countryside was trampled down, the treasury was emptied, and the workshops and buildings were burned. There were a lot of corpses, filling the ditches and alleys.

Just in the beginning.

People tidied up their fields, repaired their houses, buried their relatives and friends, and tried to rebuild their lives in this ruined land.

But the world is in turmoil, the world is corrupted day by day, and life is difficult to continue after all.

People had to migrate with tears, leaving this homeland to thatch, beasts, and lonely ghosts.

Gradually.

The fields were encroached upon by weeds, the houses were inhabited by elk, jackals, and birds, and the Temple of Dionysus, which had been repaired every year while the people were still alive, finally collapsed.

Wind and rain poured in.

Just as the water gradually sank into the barren grass, the god of wine gradually sank into the water.

Until......

After an unknown number of sunrises and moonsets, an elderly female crown returned to her homeland.

She had gray hair, a rickety figure, a deep exhaustion and a dull death engraved on her cheeks, but an inexplicable fire burned in her eyes.

Above the clouds, the Taoist priest frowned.

"Yu Mei?"

"Nope. ”

Bacchus shook his head.

"It's Yu Mei. ”

He wrote the word "Yu Mei" in a cloud air.

"Lushan sent a real person to teach on his behalf. ”