The dark and shiny, iron-like beetle peaks are particularly conspicuous in the uninhabited reckless mountains, towering into the sky, like a black giant holding up the sky, and there is a trace of majesty in the past at this moment.

The sky was still gloomy as usual, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in gray, gray. The dark clouds hung low, making people feel breathless, as if someone had suppressed their emotions for many years and had nowhere to vent. However, what is strange is that in the thick dark clouds, there is a faint place, faintly revealing a small piece of sunny day, and a beam of sunlight happens to pass through, like a stage light, directly in front of a small open area in front of the beetle peak.

In that beam of sunlight, Feng Shuzhu is still wearing an indigo blue shirt, wearing a scarf, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, eyebrows and eyes smiling, staring at the beetle peak in front of him, holding the fairy flute, leaning on his lips, gently blowing, with the knuckles slowly playing, the soothing and elegant flute sound came, like a fishing boat moored on the shore, and like a spring flower...... , And beside him stood a young Taoist wearing a green sermon robe, a Taoist scarf, and a black sword behind him, holding a huge brown cloth bag in his arms at this time, and looking in the same direction with a slightly anxious face, so anxious, it was the Jingchen Zi Dao Chief.

After a long time, without seeing any movement, Jing Chenzi said impatiently: "Feng Shaoxia, I think this old demon is deceiving us, how can he exchange a skeleton for an empty line? ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he smiled clearly, waved his sleeves slightly, put away the fairy flute, and said slowly: "It seems that Feng's flute sound also fails, such a soothing and elegant tune can't appease the anxious heart of the Taoist." After speaking, without waiting for Jing Chenzi to answer, he said: "What's more, what about a person who has spent almost his whole life waiting? As he spoke, he smiled faintly at Jing Chenzi and lowered his voice a little: "He needs some time." ”

Hearing this, Jing Chenzi groaned for a long time, then looked at the beetle peak that was silent, lowered his head and looked at the cloth bag he was holding in his arms, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and then he looked at Feng Shuzhu, and he wanted to throw the cloth bag down the valley, and said in a loud voice: "According to the poor Dao, smash this bone, wouldn't it be easier for us to kill it, destroy this beetle nest, and rescue the empty mage." ”

Jing Chenzi's agitation strategy, Feng Shuzhu knew it, so he glanced at Jing Chenzi and exclaimed: "Dao Chief, people in the righteous path are led by integrity, and they can't be so impatient, besides, things are not as simple as you say." ”

As the two of them spoke, the dark stone peak in front of them finally broke the silence, and with a gust of wind blowing, there was a "rustle" sound of terrible skin inside, and then a sentence floated out, the voice was like a cold wind passing through the hall, eerie and terrifying: "Wind Shuzhu, you came to disturb my Beetle Ridge again this time, what are your intentions?"

Hearing this, Jing Chenzi took a sip and said in a low voice: "Knowingly asking." ”

Feng Shuzhu glanced at Jing Chenzi, made a look, motioned for him not to say more, and then said in a loud voice: "Liu Langzhong, you and I have an appointment in advance, Feng Mou came for the promise, and the Feng Mou you want has already brought it, but I don't know how about the empty mage?"

Hearing the words "Liu Langzhong", Jing Chenzi stayed for a long time, and only then did he remember in a trance that the old demon of the beetle was a Langzhong before, and he felt a little uncomfortable with Feng Shuzhu's sudden title, and there was no movement in the beetle peak for a long time.

Jing Chenzi smiled and whispered: "I'm afraid that even he doesn't remember the title of Lang Zhong." ”

After a long time, I heard a voice from the peak: "Feng Shaoxia, everything is fine with the poor monk, and I have worked hard for you this time." This sentence was full of anger, and the sound was like a bell.

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, his face suddenly turned joyful, and Jing Chenzi on the side muttered: "It seems that Kongxing is in good health." ”

Feng Shuzhu smiled, raised his breath, and said to the beetle peak: "Liu Langzhong, Master Kongxing has been taken care of by you for many days, Feng is here to thank you, we might as well fulfill our promises to each other." ”

After a long while, I heard a choked voice: "Feng Shuzhu, you, are you really here?" The choked voice was full of anticipation, doubt, and excitement.

Hearing this, Feng Shuzhu sighed lightly, with a slight sympathy on his face, turned around slightly, pointed to the cloth bag in Jing Chenzi's arms, and said, "Feng, I am willing to guarantee with my life." ”

A moment later, with a loud "rumbling" sound, a boulder on the beetle peak moved, and later, the entrance to a stone cave was revealed, which was deep and dark, and the sassy yin wind blew out, bringing a burst of footsteps. After waiting for a while, from the cave one after the other, two people walked out, in front of them was the empty line wearing a gray monk's robe, at this time his hands were folded, his mouth was not stopped, as if he was chanting Buddha, followed by a tall figure, wearing a black cloak, wearing a golden crown monster, the monster stretched out several tentacles from under the cloak, restraining the empty line in front of him, obviously he was still not at ease.

The old demon of the beetle held the empty line, walked a foot away from Feng Shuzhu and the others, slowly stopped, stared at the cloth bag held in Jing Chenzi's arms, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, and after a long time, his voice trembled slightly: "Feng Shuzhu, how can you prove that it is what I want." ”

Feng Shuzhu turned around, walked in front of Jing Chenzi, nodded slightly, stretched out his hands, carefully took the cloth bag, turned around again, took two steps forward, chose a flat place, gently put the cloth bag on the ground, raised a hand, palms up to the old demon of the beetle, and said sincerely: "Is it true or false, Feng wants to come, you will know at a glance." ”

Such an unsuspecting approach made Jing Chenzi very puzzled, and even the old demon was surprised, but he also sincerely admired Feng Shuzhu's courage and pride.

Feng Shuzhu waited for a while, and saw that the old demon was just staring at the cloth bag, but he didn't move, so he took a few steps back, stretched out his hand again, and motioned for the old demon to come forward to check.

The old demon looked at Feng Shuzhu, his eyes were full of admiration, and he once again turned his gaze to the cloth bag, the brown cloth bag, the cloth bag lying quietly on the ground, the cloth bag that seemed to others to be very ordinary, the cloth bag that he had been looking for for no result and how many times had appeared in his dreams. At this time, he really appeared in front of him, it carried decades of lovesickness, carried countless days and nights of anticipation, and was a spiritual sustenance, perhaps the final destination of his life. This is the so-called long-cherished wish.

How do you feel when a long, long-cherished wish is about to come true? Is it excited, painful, scared, and still hard to believe.

Is everything in front of him real? He hoped it was real, but he was afraid it was real. Then, slowly, he stretched out his two tentacles and trembled close to the cloth bag on the ground. The trembling tentacles touched the cloth pocket a few times, and after hesitating for a moment, unnaturally opened a small corner of the cloth pocket.

In the sunlight, he saw a small part of the bones exposed, which was the palm of a hand.

The old demon stared at the round eyes, trembled, stared at the metacarpal bone, gently put the tentacle in, turned up the metacarpal bone, and through the ray of sunlight through the clouds, he saw that there were six finger bones on the hand bone, and next to the thumb, a small phalanx was obliquely born, which looked so weak but clear.

The tentacle trembled even more, but still explored upward, and finally on the wrist bone, a yellow bracelet appeared, perhaps buried in the ground for a long time, and there were some spots on the bracelet, but it was still visible that the names of several medicinal herbs were carved on it, lily, ligustrum, angelica, and gold.

Seeing all this, the old demon couldn't speak for a while, and his body couldn't help but be shocked, and the pair of outstretched tentacles gently rolled up the cloth bag containing the bones, and dragged it to himself tremblingly.

Time, at that moment, seemed to move very slowly, but the distance of a zhang was like a hundred years.

Feng Shuzhu and Jing Chenzi looked at the actions of the old demon of the beetle, deeply felt the heaviness, and stood quietly aside, silent.

And the empty line with his back to the old demon of the beetle hole, at the same time, also felt that the tentacles that were originally wrapped around his body were also slowly released, and finally withdrew together with the cloth pocket, but the empty line always stood in place and did not take the opportunity to walk away.

When the cloth bag was dragged back to the old demon in front of the beetle, he didn't say a word, and even for a long time, there was no movement, but everything in front of him gradually blurred.

How many years have passed from a distance of one zhang, a distance of one zhang, this time it is the separation of life and death, and the distance of one zhang is so long and heavy!

A gloomy mountain wind blew, stirring the hearts of all the people present who were difficult to calm down, and also poured into the scarred beetle, making a "whine" sound, which was the cry in someone's heart.

However, the weepings were never expressed, and perhaps they should have been in my heart.

When the tentacles retracted, and when the cloth bag leaned against him, it was like a chasm, and the old demon trembled and stretched out the pair of pointed and long hands, to be exact, they were no longer called hands, but a pair of non-human claws, the hands that had touched his beloved wife countless times, and the hands that had personally put on a carefully crafted bracelet for his beloved wife before leaving. At this time, it had become a pair of monster claws, and the pair of claws slowly approached the cloth bag, and when the fingertips just touched the cloth bag, they shrank back as if they were electrocuted.