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The human world is made up of all kinds of emotions.

Joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow and fear, the seven emotions are part of the red dust and are inseparable.

There is a great sage in the sky who wants to eat all the red dust.

But the beings of the earth are completely unaware of it.

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The Taoist's pace was slow, his eyes were long, and he followed the guidance of the wind and sand for a long time and came to a barren place.

The mounds are continuous, and the yellow sand is all over the ground.

Dozens of graves fell here, no one took care of them, there were no inscriptions, and the stones that were erected at random had long since rotted, and dozens of them, and I don't know who they were buried here.

Li Bichen had already left Jingmen Pass, and at this time he was going in another direction.

This is a deserted sandy area, and these graves have been sitting quietly here, I don't know how long it has been.

The sound of footsteps came, Li Bichen turned around and saw an old man and a young girl.

The old man was seventy years old, and the girl was still a ten-year-old urchin.

The difference between the old and the young was too great, the old man was carrying a package in his hand, and the girl was carrying a bag on her back.

They looked like people who had fled, as both of them were still carrying water bladders.

The old man walked with his head bored, and the girl saw Li Bichen and pulled the old man slightly: "Grandpa, there is a good-looking little Taoist in front!"

"Little Daoist?"

The old man raised his head and saw Li Bichen standing in front of the tomb, looking around, the sand and dust were boundless, and seeing that there was no joy in the Taoist expression, he had a plan in his heart, walked a few steps, and said hello to Li Bichen: "Dao Ye is also here to go to the grave?"

"Go to the grave? I'm not, I just came here by chance, and the people of the old man's family are buried in this yellow sand?"

Li Bichen responded, and the old man heard his words and shook his head: "You're right, you're not right." ”

"What's the explanation?"

Li Bichen put his hands up, leaned over slightly, the old man had already walked here with the girl at this time, put down the package in his hand, and sighed here: "My son is dead, he died here, but unfortunately I don't know which grave is his." ”

"No way, every year when I come here, I can only worship this barren mound again, eh, but this time, it's the last time. ”

"What did my husband say?"

Li Bichen asked, the old man shook his head, the body squatted down, and the little girl had already unloaded the package on her body.

"Jingmen is broken, this Zhao Song is also going to be finished, while Jiang Qi's army has not yet come, leave early, go to that Meng Wei ....."

"It doesn't matter if I'm dead, but this girl can't die, if my girl dies, then his father won't be blind in the netherworld. ”

The old man's tone was confused and unspeakable, and he took out the fire folds and paper money in his hand, placed them in front of these mounds one by one, pressed them with stones, and then began to worship from the first one on the far left.

"No matter how many of you are, now Zhao Song is going to be finished, and there will be no money to give you in the future, old man, I don't know which of you is my son, but after worshipping for so many years, you are all my sons, but I, a cheap father, will leave soon." ”

"Don't worry, you'll see me down there soon. ”

"This is the last time to send money, you can save some flowers in the netherworld, don't use it to bribe the evil ghost, save more or less for yourself, you can definitely use it anyway. ”

The old man chattered, Li Bichen listened quietly, and after a while, the old man asked his granddaughter to bow, so the little girl bowed respectfully in front of these graves, each of which was three bows.

"Girl, when I die, you have to marry a good man, and don't suffer any more. ”

The old man's tone was a little inexplicable, and the little girl shook her head, her red face was a little aggrieved: "Grandpa is a good person, grandpa will live a hundred years." ”

"Hey, it's not just 30 years to live a long life! I'm 70 years old this year, and this Jiazi has passed, which is really enough!"

The old man smiled and touched the little girl's head: "When I marry you, I will rest assured, I will rest assured, and go to see your father who died early." ”

An old man and a young man were having fun, Li Bichen looked at the graves, turned his head again, and looked at the old man.

The qi and blood in the body are still okay, looking at it this way, this old man can live to be at least eighty years old.

Provided, of course, that there are no surprises.

Li Bichen opened his mouth: "The old man's body is still good, and he is expected to be eighty." ”

"Eighty is hopeful? What about Xiao Daoye, just fleeing every day in war and chaos every day, can I live to eighty?"

"Naturally, if my husband doesn't believe it, ten years later, I will come to my husband again?"

The old man listened to it mysteriously, and saw that Li Bichen's face didn't seem to be nonsense, so he smiled: "Then if I can really live to eighty, I will borrow the auspicious words of the little Taoist master." ”

Li Bichen didn't answer him, at this time, yin and yang appeared in his eyes, and he looked at these dozens of barren mounds, but in an instant, he knew which one was the tomb of the little girl's father.

Facing east, facing north, the barren mound looked a little small, and that was the little girl's father.

Li Bichen looked at the old man and the little girl, groaned, leaned over again, and said to the little girl: "I know which grave your father is." ”

"You know? How do you know?"

The little girl was stunned, and the old man was even more puzzled.

Li Bichen shook his head, the palm of his hand was raised, and he suddenly stroked the little girl's face.

And the old man looked strange, it was at this time that Li Bichen suddenly turned his head and stroked him again.

At this time, the little girl suddenly saw that on those graves, there were countless illusory shadows fluttering.

There was a blank look in her eyes, and the old man also saw these scenes, and stood up in horror.

Those illusory shadows are immortal thoughts, just like the former Wu Yanqing, they are the last leftovers, something that is difficult to explain. At this time, on the barren mound facing east and facing north, a phantom figure seemed extremely lonely, and it was no longer clear to see the face, but the old man recognized it in an instant, it was his son.

Everything was illusory, his body became a little rickety at this moment, and his steps, which were still a little sturdy, began to tremble, unconsciously pulling the little girl, walking towards the illusory shadow.

He seemed to have forgotten Li Bichen's existence, and just walked like this, while Li Bichen watched from behind them.

The illusory shadow didn't move, the little girl was pulled to the shadow by the old man, looking a little scared, and the old man was lips trembling, the squatting down, touching the little girl's head, and said in a trembling voice: "Quick..... Fast.... Girl..... This is your daddy......"

"Call Daddy..... Call Daddy ......"

The little girl's eyes were full of confusion, looking at the phantom, and then at the bloodshot in her grandfather's eyes, and finally shouted:

"Daddy. ”

It was this cry that suddenly burst out of the old man's eyes, and he put one hand on his face, knelt on his knees in the yellow sand, let go of his throat, and began to cry.

His son has been dead for ten years, and in ten years, the heavens and the earth have turned ten spring and autumn, the sun rises and sets, and that generation has grown into a forest again, and he has gradually grown old.

Who can know his heartache, no one knows.

The little girl didn't know what was wrong with the old man, but she also cried, and her hands were on her grandfather's head, and she was still stroking: "Grandpa doesn't cry..... Grandpa doesn't cry..... Whining....... Grandfather...... Don't cry ......"

She had never seen an old man cry, and today, in front of this grave, the old man was crying.

Li Bichen looked at the illusory shadow, and couldn't help but have some emotions in his heart that were difficult to tell, and suddenly thought, after a hundred years, when he returned to the next life, would he be in the same mood?

Sure enough, the seven emotions are something that no one can avoid, in some sense, the great sage in the sky, he can indeed eat the whole piece of red dust.

However, what the great sage wants to do has nothing to do with these sentient beings, they live in their own world, no matter how the sky falls, as long as their relatives are still there, even if they die, they will die with a smile.

Li Bichen raised his head, and the words fell softly:

"Great Sage..... What kind of thing. ”

The sentence was very soft, but at this moment, there seemed to be a voice echoing in the darkness.

The Great Sage, it's all bullshit.

There seemed to be a face in the void, fleeting.

Li Bichen looked at the sky, silent, and lowered his head again, looking at the illusory shadow in front of him.

At this time, the phantom actually moved, leaned down gently, hugged the old man and the little girl in his arms, and then turned around and bowed respectfully to Li Bichen three times.

Li Bichen nodded slowly: "Go, it's time to hit the road." ”

"Don't let Tianzun wait too long. ”

The illusory shadow nodded, and in the next moment, touched her daughter's face again, until the girl raised her head and saw that the illusory shadow had finally dissipated without a trace.

The phantoms of the rest of the mounds were all facing this place, and in the darkness they all seemed to wake up, and the father who watched the little girl disappear stood still for a long time, and finally all dispersed.

So a light thunderbolt struck the top of the clouds.

Then the little girl suddenly looked up.

The old man raised his head, while the little girl whispered:

"Grandpa, Daddy is gone. ”

The old man's eyes were filled with tears and confusion, and he turned his head to find that the Taoist was gone.

Everything was like an illusion, the old man raised his head, wiped away his tears, and smiled: "It's really an old person, where will there be any Taoist here, and where will there be any ghosts?"

"Grandpa, I really saw it. ”

The little girl spoke suddenly, and her head was raised and she looked at the sky.

"I saw it. ”

The old man said, "What do you see? Is there really a Taoist?"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"Well, there really is!"

She pointed her little finger up to the sky, and the old man also raised his head, but in his ears, a light thunderous sound suddenly sounded.

It was extremely light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and quietly, he left.

And the little girl's voice was full of curiosity and envy:

"That little Taoist master....."

"It's turned into a light thunderbolt and landed in the sky. ”