When He Ping returned to Qianhong Town, the bodies of the monks who had died tragically were gone, and there were already people going back and forth.

Today coincides with the snow stopping.

The door of the family of three was locked, and the front of the door was also swept clean, He Ping stood in front of the house, and could only mourn for his misfortune.

"Little brother is a relative of the Wang family?"

A gentle voice interrupted He Ping's thoughts, this voice was not powerful, only a little vicissitudes.

He Ping looked back and saw that it was an old man with a rickety back, on crutches, wearing a black and blue hat, and his face was full of wrinkles left by the years.

"The old man misunderstood, the kid is not a relative of the Wang family. He Ping said truthfully.

"The Wang family has been wiped out by thieves, it's a pity, Wang Erlang still I watched him grow up, and I watched him run around when he was naked......" The old man sighed, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he said regretfully, "He just got married the year before last, and the couple don't have children yet, but even if they have children, they are guilty, and the thief will definitely not let them go." ”

The old man thought for a while, and He Ping just listened silently.

"Little brother, since you are not a relative of the Wang family, you must know those immortals. The old man saw that He Ping didn't know the Wang family, so he asked.

"Exactly, does the old man know where they are now?" He Ping nodded, the corpses of those monks must have been disposed of by the people of Qianhong Town.

"The people in the village have buried them, and no one knows them, so they are buried on the mountain," the old man said, while raising his hand to signal He Ping to follow him, "The immortals in Qianhong Town are buried there, in the past, there were monsters and beasts, so there were often immortals from Annan to get rid of demons, but the immortals also have bad times, some of the relatives of the immortals will come from Annan to pick up their remains, but some not, so we took it upon ourselves to bury them." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at He Ping carefully, thought about it, and said, "It's all the best coffins in the town, and the money made up by the whole town." ”

He Ping followed the old man over, although he was indeed not related to these monks, but death is greater, after all, it was a monk who took the task together, and he should also go over and take a look.

The mountains are overgrown with weeds, and there are no tombstones in the graves, so dozens of coffins lie like this.

Some of the weeds in the old grave were waistless, and no one had to deal with them, and there was not even a trace of burning paper money and red candles.

It is good that the people of Qianhong Town are willing to bury them, but it is very difficult to worship them.

There are several coffins of newly turned new graves, and the grass has not yet grown, there are a total of five coffins, and two coffins are monuments.

"There are two immortals from our Qianhong Town, and they don't have families, so they are buried here together," the old man's voice came from afar, "Those three people don't know, and they can't stand a monument." ”

"Lin Guangyao should have escaped. He Ping silently thought that there were only three coffins left here, and it should be those monks who took over the task together.

He Ping bowed for them.

"Is the little brother also an immortal?" the old man seemed to be in poor health, coughed a few times, and asked in a low voice.

Although the snow stopped, the wind hanging on the mountain was still a little cold, and the old man was dressed bloatedly and was very old, so the wind and cold made him shiver a little.

He Ping stepped forward and injected an aura into the old man's body, and with the assistance of the aura, the old man's stiff face was immediately soothed.

"Old man, I'm not an immortal," He Ping shook his head and said softly, "I'm just a mortal, just a person who can cultivate." ”

After seeing the tomb, the old man took He Ping and walked down the mountain again.

"It's an immortal, it's an immortal. The old man leaned on crutches and said to himself, "Jizi said that people like you are immortals, and Jizi is also going to be an immortal." ”

When the old man talked about his "collection", a smile suddenly appeared on his face full of ravines, so that people could see his warmth through his face.

The old man walked a few steps, a little out of breath, He Ping stepped forward to support him, he smiled kindly, but his voice was not loud, and he said intermittently.

"When Jizi didn't go out yet, he also supported me like this, he was about the same age as you, and he was about this tall. ”

"Jizi, I brought it up since I was a child, I asked him to follow me to herd cattle, he was naughty since he was a child, he didn't want to study, and he didn't want to herd cattle. ”

"He wants to be an immortal, but how can an immortal be so good? But I can't resist him, so he still has to go. ”

"He's been there for a few years, and he's been back for the New Year a few years ago, and he's only sent letters after that, but this year there's no news, but he says he's doing well, and I'm happy. ”

"I don't ask him to be an immortal, as long as he can live well, I'll be satisfied, Jizi is gone, and the cow died of old age last year, and now I'm the only one left. ”

He Ping only listened silently, most of the old people in this world are like this, and when their children and grandchildren go, they will not return.

The old man stopped, squinted slightly, and glanced at the sky through his fingers, so blue.

"Jizi is my little grandson, his father and mother died early, little brother, maybe you will have a chance to meet him in the future, if you meet him, just say a word to him for me, saying that his grandfather is doing well in Qianhong." ”

The old man walked around for a while, and said, "By the way, Jizi's surname is Miao, and I have the same surname, called Miao Ji!"

When He Ping heard this, he was immediately stunned, he looked at the old man slowly, and he suddenly remembered the name Miao Ji.

It was the one who robbed the road when they came to Annam.

The old man still doesn't know what happened to his collection, maybe he won't see his collection in his life.

He Ping only felt uncomfortable in his heart, there are not so many happy things in this world.

"Little brother, since you are also an immortal, I will give you this thing. The old man said for a while, and took out a pendant from his bosom, "This is what I found when I was cleaning that day, and it must have been left by the immortals." ”

He Ping saw that it was Lin Guangyao's one, which looked like a disc.

"This kind of immortal things, we don't dare to be greedy for ink ourselves, little brother, you have to put it away. The old man admonished.

He Ping put away the pendant and put it on his neck, he didn't know how to use the spirit plate yet, but it was a little cold at the moment.

"Old man, you have to take care of your health," He Ping pondered the words, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't tell him about Miao Ji, "Miao Ji can't take care of you when he's outside." ”

"Natural, natural. ”

He is now in his last years, He Ping really can't bear to tell him about Miao Ji, perhaps the best thing is that he still knows that Miao Ji is doing well.

On the way back to Annam, He Ping found the remains of a skeleton that had been eaten by wild beasts, and the remaining carrion had grown maggots and emitted a foul smell.

He Ping recognized the clothes, which were somewhat familiar, and they were Hu Laoqi's.

Suddenly, Hu Laoqi's voice and smile still existed, and he was vividly aware of his blushing face and thick neck when he quarreled with others.

It's a pity that he still couldn't escape this catastrophe.

He Ping collected and buried his remains, and since then he has been separated forever.

"After this farewell, it is difficult for you to see Annan. ”

In the afterglow of the setting sun, He Ping returned to Annan in the twilight.