There was nothing to do all night, Zhuang Yu went to bed early, and the long sword stood in front of him, shining brightly.

The sky was bright, and I woke up and had the spirit, and the female ghost in red had no shadow at all, thinking that she was going to hide in the bottle, avoid the scorching sun, and avoid burning her body.

hurriedly put away the basket and carried the little girl to the direction where the spirit stake flew out last night, but he still planned to go to find it, but he couldn't bear to throw it away. Fortunately, it is in the northwest direction, and the mistake is not far away.

About one hundred and fifty miles, found the nail spirit pile embedded in the stone wall, Zhuang Yu was very happy, it seems that the treasure in his hand still has fate, and he is reluctant.

Along the stone cliffs on both sides of the road, a canyon stone crack stretches forward, and the stone road leads to the end, infinitely narrowing, and it seems that there is still some distance.

Walking on the path, shouldering the little girl, swinging forward.

Passing through an ancestral temple, the wall is broken and full of dust, leaving only the door frame, which is transparent in all directions, and there is no statue of the god at all.

The only remaining door frame was barely visible in a few large letters.

The wind and rain are smooth, and the country and the people are safe.

It looks like a mountain temple, but it is inevitably too dilapidated, there is no incense, and no one cleans and repairs.

The young man couldn't help but think of the Guizhushan City God Temple that fled from the south a few years ago, at that time he was really a child, at the age of twelve, where did he know what immortal cultivation was. But in the blink of an eye, the road has changed greatly, and the boy is still a teenager, but the world is no longer the world he thought he was at that time.

Helpless, Zhuang Yu couldn't bear it, so he put down the little girl, planning how to clean up simply, after all, if he encountered it, he had to take care of it.

Looking ahead, there are fireworks in the world about ten miles away, in autumn, the long smoke goes straight up, there is coolness, and there are more than two more than two away from the hometown unconsciously.

It's just that how to repair the ancestral temple is a big problem, Zhuang Yu sat on the stone pier, looked up at the few blurred big characters, and felt that it shouldn't be, it belongs to the gods of mountains and rivers, and merit is created;

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

He leaned against the stone pier and lit a fire, folded his sleeves, and sat in a daze.

It may be that someone in the mountain stream saw the fireworks here, so an old woman came over, with mixed hair and greeted Zhuang Yu, "The offspring outside?"

Zhuang Yu hurriedly got up and looked at the rickety old woman in front of her, who was old and wrapped in thick cotton clothes, probably in autumn, a little cool, in the end life is seventy years old, and the years are ruthless.

"Alas, it's from outside, old man......"

"What do you say?" repeated the old woman.

Zhuang Yu said loudly, "Old man, we came from outside, passing through here, and wanted to borrow a place at night......

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've been born young, and some ......," he said, taking out two or three moldy incense sticks from his broken pocket, taking a fire fold and lighting a fire, and staggering to insert the incense sticks into the side corners.

Zhuang Yu noticed that there was a lot of incense ash in the corner of the wall, and it seemed that the old woman in front of her remembered from time to time that she would come to the pillar incense when she had free time.

"Old man, why is this mountain temple destroyed, and there is no one in the village to help rebuild it?"

"Ah......" the old woman sighed, "this temple has long been destroyed, it can't be built, once it is built, it will collapse inexplicably, and it can't be kept, my grandfather said that this mountain god is gone, how can the temple stand up......?"

"Old man, can you tell me more about it......" Zhuang Yu asked loudly in the old woman's ear.

"Carefully? That's what my grandfather told me, it's been three hundred years now, I'm old. According to legend, three hundred years ago, there was a small jasper woman in our small village, with a good heart, and was favored by the mountain god, Lang was a concubine, and on the day of marriage, many people in the village carried a sedan chair, dressed in red, and married in the scenery, but the people who went together did not come back, on the same day, our entire earth changed color, the whole small temple suddenly exploded, and the statue of the god was broken into stones, and then it rained heavily for half a year, and the grass and trees in the whole village were yellow and yellow, and there was no vitality. My grandfather once said that the mountain god must be gone, or he has done something strange, and there will be no mountain god to help us take care of the banker's rainwater in the future, and the world will be in chao......s," the old woman sighed repeatedly.

Three hundred years ago, was it such a coincidence that the red-clothed woman got married? Zhuang Yu thought about it, and couldn't help but think of the female ghost in red, who was also very pitiful, and died inexplicably.

"Old man, do you know what the name of the married woman is?

"It's been a long time, I can't remember, it seems that the surname is Bai......," replied the old woman.

Zhuang Yu's heart tightened, his surname was Bai? Nine times out of ten, it seemed that it was the female ghost Bai Yi, who was also married to Hongyi, and hurriedly asked, "But is that called Bai Yi?"

"White ...... Still...... Like. The old woman muttered, not sure.

Zhuang Yu concluded that he was right. Thinking of the time of the Yin Mansion again, the female ghost in red never said anything about her life experience or what was going on in front of her, all from the two hundred years of encountering a disciple of the Daomen, deliberately avoiding it, and now that I think about it, it is all for this. There is a woman who can say this, but the original happy event in the world is now like this, how can she be willing.

It turns out that the female ghost Bai is still so pitiful, and it is not difficult to think of the relics of the gods in the center of her eyebrows, which seem to be the soul of her husband when he was alive and dead, and he relied on the treasures to stay clear. It seems that the gate of the house is the residence of the gods, hidden in the mountains and rivers. It was only when the mountain god was destroyed that he appeared in the world. It's only two hundred miles away from here, and it seems that Nabai is still the husband.

is really jealous of karma, too ruthless, a good pair of beautiful people, wiped out by the "big guy", may not even know the reason for the female ghost from beginning to end.

Zhuang Yu looked at the collapsed mountain temple, and sighed, the stone statue naturally can't stand without a spirit, but the people in the village are still old-fashioned, although there is no spirit, but it can build an ancestral temple, and it is also very good to keep a memory.

The young man thought about it, now that he has a family, he might as well live for a few more days, and build the ancestral temple by himself, which is also to help Bai still have some things in his heart, which is excellent.

The young man led the little girl to follow the old woman to the house, the old woman really likes children, especially there is a little girl in front of her, lively and cute, I haven't seen such a young child for a long time, full of vitality, I can't help but hold it with both hands, but in the end, I am old, I don't have enough mental strength, and I can't hold it for a long time.

The small earthen courtyard is very simple, but with the fireworks it is very warm. The old woman is alone, has no children and no daughters, and repeats the monotonous days.

Zhuang Yu advocated making dinner, the little girl and the old woman sat side by side, facing the sunset; one was the morning sun, the other was late, the old man held his little hand, watching the little girl swaying her short legs, and couldn't help but think of her former self, young and twilight, and there was hope for the younger generations.

The familiar scallion oil noodles, the old woman is very happy to have an offspring and come to the house today, and she personally serves a bowl, and she really feels old. I still kept putting some into the little girl's bowl, for fear that it would not be enough, and the little girl didn't speak when she was hungry, and she pulled the hot scallion oil noodles in her mouthful, her eyes were smiling like crescent moons, and she didn't feel that there was much in the bowl at all......

With a house, the little girl went to bed early, and after several months of bumps, she really didn't sleep much, and slept very deeply.

When the moonlight fell, the female ghost Bai still floated out and fell to the ground, and saw Zhuang Yu sitting on the threshold, thinking about his thoughts, "Alas, I have found someone, and now I can repair and repair." ”

After that, he went out of the door, looked at the whole foot of the mountain, was a little curious, and suddenly his expression was stiff and sluggish, his face was expressionless, his body trembled, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and dispersed into the bottom of the mountain.

Zhuang Yu got up unhurriedly, and went to the ancestral temple where he stopped at dawn step by step, without thinking too much, as long as it was really white, he would definitely go to the place where he was thinking about it as soon as possible.

There was no accident, when Zhuang Yu arrived, Bai was still sitting on the stone pier, leaning against the door frame, two lines of blood and tears, too sad.

"To live, you have to look forward, there are too many Taoist secrets in this world, and the ghost road is also looking forward to climbing, don't give up on yourself, the world is vast, just for him, but also for yourself, you might as well take a look at it, just work hard for the enemy!" said the young man, just sitting on the ground.

Bai is still wrong? The mountain god is wrong? Zhuang Yu seems to be right, what is wrong. It's just that he was born like an ant, and he was casually wiped out by the "big man", which is too undeserved.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

The people of the world and the world can't say it clearly, even if there are those high-standard and what are the so-called rules and regulations, the conventional "Fangyuan" can only fix the "people under the mountain", but it is difficult to stop the top of the mountain. There are many ways in the world, who can say clearly, the next person who suffers a crime can not be himself, or become an ant in the palm of the great monk, used to observe the Tao to "check and fill in the gaps", and from time to time to give some "benefits", but it is a blinded state of mind, forgetting the original intention, and perfecting others.

There are too many laws in the world to explain and understand. It's like Bai Yi, who has now turned into a ghost, all kinds of Taoism have their minds in mind, and their hearts are unwilling to be depressed, jumping out of reincarnation, and stepping into the ghost path that is most hated by cultivators, all of which are involuntarily self-conscious.

"I will stay here for a few more days, take a walk, help rebuild the temple of the mountain, and pray for the deceased. ”

The female ghost looked at the young man, speechless for a long time, and leaned against the stone pier and said quietly, "What am I wrong? I am just an ordinary woman in the mortal world, what is wrong with marrying my sweetheart? Why is the way of heaven so uneven......

Zhuang Yu sighed deeply, "The fault is not you, but for today, the way of heaven collapses, the acquired spirit is weak, and it is the "nest" thing, it is really ......helpless" "After speaking, it was a leisurely sigh, really helpless."

"Mr. Cao, thank you for telling me this, I have never complained about the sky, but I am depressed, and then I will bother Mr. to work harder, and the little woman is grateful......"

As soon as Zhuang Yu heard the female ghost call him Mr. Cao, he hurriedly got up, "Sister Bai, I can't be called a gentleman, I can't ......afford this title", not to mention that he is only a seventeen young man, how can he be considered a gentleman, he really can't be called, he can't be counted.