Looking at the quiet night outside the house, Twilight Dongliu had goosebumps on her body at some point.

The slightly cool night breeze suddenly became cold, and the picture was the same as in his dream, and there seemed to be no sound at all, except for the sound of the wind that passed through the wooden house, through the hole, and across the mountain gap, like weeping.

He stood there, thinking about whether to go out or not, but before he could think about it, he heard a sob, this cry was so desolate that people couldn't help but smell tears, and the listener was stunned.

Even Twilight listened to it and couldn't help but grieve inexplicably.

He walked out after all.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that it was not people who were crying, but the mountain, and there was nothing outside the house, just like he was the only one left in the vast world, and the mountain was crying, as if it had its own life and soul.

Melt into the wind, crying is heartbreaking.

Twilight couldn't help but want to soothe it with her hands, just like a child or an old man who was about to die.

The inexplicable sadness in my heart made it impossible to put this mountain with him, and I couldn't say it.

His hand was lifted, and then the crying stopped, and a faint sensation gradually appeared in the depths of the mountain wall.

"Ninth Mountain. ”

Twilight was stunned.

It's a piece of shard, to be exact.

Such a cry, but no one was alarmed, and no one heard it, the demon dragon did not, and the giant Han chief did not, and there was, only the twilight east.

Twilight took a deep breath, for in his eyes, the mountain had changed incredibly, and the wall of the mountain had slowly turned into a black pupil, or an abyss, darker than the night, redder than blood.

The stone surface began to change slowly, the red seemed to be about to drip blood, and then became transparent, like a mirror, in which countless figures began to be reflected, and many pictures were as if this moment communicated with another world.

On that side, he saw countless multiplying human races, even the Supreme Immortal Mountain, and many streamers, all of which were cultivators, and their cultivation methods were different from the current ones.

The picture turned around, until he saw a thin old man, he was a little surprised, it was actually the person he dreamed of in his dream.

Ancient clothes, long memories, he was looking up to the sky and roaring, holding a wooden staff in his hand, like a priest, and countless people were also surrounding him, looking at the sky, glaring angrily, and they were all standing on the ninth mountain.

"God, what's in the sky?"

He stared at it, but he couldn't see anything, what a familiar scene.

"Well, I want to know too. ”

A sudden sigh sounded, and it was an old voice, like the groan of dead wood, the swaying of rotten wooden boats.

Twilight Dongliu was instantly shocked, and then his body was inexplicably cold.

He saw that the sight of the mountain wall was gone, and then the mountain was still the same mountain, still bright red as blood, or it was blood, which was formed by the convergence of countless blood mud.

And in the blood and mud, I saw a figure slowly walking out and separating out, and sure enough, the old man in the dream, broken all over, spread a terrifying death, as if he was a soul crawling out of the grave.

"Who are you?"

Twilight's throat slowly became a little astringent, and sweat broke out again on his back, which had not yet dried.

The old man stared at him directly, his messy and sparse hair covering half of his skeletal cheeks, and he was dressed in old clothes, but unfortunately they had all turned into rags, exuding a smell of decay.

"I was the High Priestess of the Terran tribe long ago, and my name was Kungu. ”

After a long time, he replied slowly. His words, his identity, surprised Twilight.

But after he finished speaking, he shook his head again, and there was some confusion and confusion in his eyes.

"It's just that even I'm not sure right now. ”

He sighed, as if he felt an indescribable tiredness.

"It's been so long that no one remembers us, no trace of us, and now, even we seem to be on the verge of forgetting. ”

"Just let the Buddha go, we haven't existed, we haven't existed, everything seems to be fake. ”

Kunguna's withered bone claws, clinging to flesh and blood, caressed the mountain.

"Among them are my sons, my daughters-in-law, my granddaughters, my people, and my flesh...... With a piece of immortal mountain as the heart, our flesh and blood as the mud, and then the memory as the mind, this mountain was cast. ”

"It's a pity that by now, even this memory of our own is about to disappear, and no one remembers us. ”

He looked at the place where the countless stone carvings had fallen off, very melancholy, very lost, and even more unspeakably angry and resentful.

Blood mud, it turned out to be blood mud, Twilight Dongliu was a little silent, at this time, surprisingly there was only an inexplicable sadness and no fear in his heart.

"But ......"

Kungu's voice suddenly changed, it became low, hoarse, and insane.

"We existed, I remember, I remember we existed...... Right there......"

His voice lowered strangely, and his gray hair was slowly floating, dancing in the void, pointing to the depths of the wilderness.

"I have made a chain for my granddaughter to pick the heavens and the earth and the stars, take the number nineteen, and still leave one of them, I have intercepted the meaning of heaven and earth for her to cast the vessel of heaven and earth, with spring, summer, autumn and winter as the sound......"

Kungu's voice gradually subsided, and Twilight Dongliu could even clearly see the eyeballs in his sockets trembling, as if thinking of some unbearable memory.

"And then?"

Twilight asked hesitantly.

Suddenly, the trembling eyes looked at him, empty and afraid.

"And then, she died, all died, everyone, everyone...... She's only four years old......"

Kungu's eyes were filled with terrifying rage, dazed.

"I'm the only one left alive. ”

"But I don't know who killed them, I don't know, my memory has been erased, our traces have been erased, even the mountains of our faith have been shattered. ”

"My tribe, my people, my faith......"

His words made Twilight Dongliu startled, only to see that after every sentence of Kungu fell, a huge tribe appeared around Twilight Dongliu, a person appeared, and a majestic mountain, the Ninth Mountain, emerged.

Just put Buddha Kungu's words with some kind of inexplicable power.

"Grandpa, hug. ”

He saw a little girl with a faltering step, carved in pink and jade, walking from a distance and shouting Kungu in a milky voice.

And that Kungu is face has become unusually kind, and at this moment he felt the feeling of Lao Li Tou in Kungu's body.

But this scene made Twilight Dongliu feel a sense of fright, an inexplicable chill down his spine, and a terrifying chill in his heart.

Kungu stretched out his trembling hand, but his hand passed through the little girl's body.

And in his eyes, two lines of bright red tears slowly flowed.

"This is the way of my remnant dreams that use memory as pen, years as ink, and dreams as paper...... Countless years, only in this way, only by living in this can I feel that I am still alive......"

His frozen, mid-air hand slowly retracted.

"Grandpa, Xun's voice is so good. ”

The little girl didn't seem to notice the change in Kungu, and indeed, how could a person who was already dead hear and see, and she was holding a goose-egg-like thing in her little hand, which was Xun, with four holes in it.

"I'm unwilling, I'm not willing to ......"

He looked at the granddaughter in front of him and said in a tone like she was crying, like a cuckoo crying blood and a cold goose screaming.

"I have to know who ruined everything for me. ”

Twilight Dongliu looked at the old man who was looking at him, and sighed secretly in his heart, and there was also an invisible sadness in his heart, what a great obsession and resentment this is, which can make a terrifying monk live in a dream day and night, living in the illusion he has created, just in exchange for this kind of warmth.

"Why are you telling me this? I'm just a struggling fish now, and I can't help you. ”

He shook his head.

When Kungu heard this, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"No, you can help me. You have an invisible connection with the fairy mountain, I want you to help me see who killed them, destroyed my tribe, and shattered the mountain......"

Twilight was silent when she heard this, and then looked at the old man, and then at the toddler girl.

"How can I help you?"

He calmed his breath and spoke slowly.

"I can use the way of remnant dreams to borrow a wisp of connection between you and the immortal mountain to let you go back to the past, return to that day, that moment, and stay for a thousand breaths. ”

Looking at the old man in front of him, at this moment, in the eyes of Du Dongliu, he is no longer a monk who picks stars and catches the moon, not a madman who reverses the world, but a girl's grandfather.

"Good. ”

Twilight agreed in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, Kungu's eyes lit up, one emitting the light of day, and the other was like eternal night, light and darkness intertwined, the transformation between life and death, and then spread.

"Multi-...... Thank you ......"

The sound had become blurred, and Twilight felt that Kungu's figure was gradually blurred, and the things around him were slowly becoming clearer, as if they had been given life from the virtual to the real.

When everything was restored, a faint cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Mosan!"

Inadvertently, under his distracted gaze, his consciousness seemed to walk in, as if walking into the water, walking into the mountain wall, and causing ripples.

Guanghua turned, and in an instant, he seemed to be in another world, that desolate and ancient region, and he saw that there was a supreme sacred mountain towering at the end of the earth, and countless figures like flying immortals were practicing between heaven and earth.