Chuanxia was carried home in a daze, and then continued to fall asleep groggily, in his sleep he saw a devil-like figure, in the roar of the wind turned into a black sea of fire, trapped a god-like man, the man's face was very blurred, it stands to reason that Chuanxia should be worried about him, but for some reason he felt an indescribable, deep sadness.

Quietly, there were intermittent cries.

Chuanxia opened his eyes again with difficulty.

All around was a familiar scene, with low beams, a dark house, and a somewhat loose wooden bed underneath.

Opening the door, Chuanxia heard an intermittent cry, walked out of his small courtyard, looked up towards the entrance of the village, but saw a large group of people wearing linen and filial piety carrying a few coffins towards the back mountain behind the village.

Memories that were deliberately ignored begin to return.

The giant mountain that fell from the sky and the broken ship replayed in front of the legend's eyes again.

"Uncle Guizi, the third master, Xiao Mao, and the second shaving!"

"They're all dead!

The old man of the village trembled, followed the crowd, and slammed his cane on the ground with his hand.

"Pity those orphans and widows!"

A few sighs slipped through the ears of the legend like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, bringing with them wisps of intense sadness.

On the ridge in the distance, Uncle Guizi's blind old lady sat on the ground, slapping the dirty ground and crying, she would not say anything beautiful to express her pain, she could only cry. I can only cry!

She did not keep up with the procession carrying the coffin. Because the coffin was only the clothes of some dead sons.

Her son had already turned into powder in the shadow of the great mountain.

Maybe the old man still has some hope that is impossible to realize. I hope that the cry of her blind old lady can bring back her son's soul.

It was as if a huge stone had been pressed against the mouth.

It was extremely difficult to breathe, just like the first time he drowned.

Hate!

Chuanxia didn't know what to hate.

Should such an unwarranted disaster be regarded as providence or man-made?

Looking at the funeral procession in the distance, there was only a long sigh.

"After all, it's just the living who suffer!"

Syllable!

A bamboo basket fell to the ground.

Chuanxia was taken into a warm embrace.

It was Chuanxia's adoptive mother, the one who carried him back from the mountains, a taciturn country woman.

The adoptive mother originally had a lot of children in the family, so Chuanxia had never felt the meticulous care of his mother in his previous life in this woman, and his sense of identity with this mother was not very strong. But at this moment, Chuanxia could no longer hold back the urge to cry.

She was his mother after all. For some reason, the shadow of another woman flashed in Chuanxia's mind, and it seemed that it was also his mother. But he hadn't seen her.

Bidding farewell to his mother, who was still very worried about him, Chuanxia walked around the village alone, and then walked towards the lake.

The lake seemed somewhat calm, and there was not a single boat on the empty lake.

It is true that such a big thing has happened, who else is in the mood and has the courage to come to the lake to fish?

Along the lake to the west, Chuanxia walked silently immersed in his messy thoughts.

Occasionally, a cool breeze blows on the deserted lake, and it is a little chilly.

The faint herald seemed to be able to hear the cries of the souls on the lake.

There seems to be a familiar voice of its own.

Chuanxia knew that this was an illusion generated by his own psychology.

Although Uncle Guizi died very unjustly. But in fact, they were crushed into powder in their sleep, and there seemed to be nothing for them to cling to. That is, there is no strong resentment and resentment, and there is no obsession with unfinished things, let alone any cultivation as a protection, so it is naturally an early reincarnation.

"Wait! Why do I know this? Are these things that come with me in my memory? Who the hell am I?"

"I seem to be missing a memory, a very important, important memory. ”

Shaking his collar, as if in order to get rid of the inexplicable chill, Chuanxia trotted up.

Gradually, he ran faster and faster, and he wanted to vent all his depression and grief.

Suddenly, Chuanxia felt that he had stepped on a round thing, and then his feet slipped, and the whole person pounced on the situation, and fell into a.

The clumps of artemisia grass were also overwhelmed by Chuanxia.

Legendaria turned angrily and touched the round object.

It's warm, it's soft, and it feels like a person's thighs!

Chuanxia picked up the weeds, and what appeared in front of Chuanxia's eyes was the Taoist he had seen on the lake.

But seeing that his face was like platinum, a long blood mark flowed out of his seven orifices, and he didn't know what had hit his chest, and the whole depression went down a large piece, normal people should have died a long time ago, but they didn't know why this Taoist was still alive and tenacious.

Although the breath was a little weak, it didn't look like he was really going to die.

Chuanxia subconsciously carried the Taoist in the grass, thought about it and walked towards the mountain temple halfway up the mountain in front of the mountain. Although it will be more convenient to carry it home, it will inevitably cause trouble, so it is better to be safe!

"This guy should be a decent person! I won't save him, but will be avenged by him!"

Remembering the story of the farmer and the snake, Chuanxia held the Taoist on his back, and felt that there seemed to be a large piece of hard stuff wrapped under the Taoist robe, like a large piece of iron.

It was a windy night, and it was hard to hear anything other than the occasional chirping of the late birds.

"I'll go first today! I'm afraid my mother will be worried when it's late, I'll come to see you tomorrow!" Chuan Xia piled up the dead branches he had just picked up from the woods at the feet of the Silent Void Daoist.

"It's cold at night in the mountains, and although you're a god, it's better to light a fire!" The legend extinguishes the old fire. Then rekindle a fire next to it. After the old fire was extinguished, a layer of hay and firewood was spread on it, and the heat came out of the ground and looked a little warm.

"You're going to lie here tonight!"

Chuanxia patted the 'hot kang' he had just laid out.

After doing all this, Chuanxia decisively jumped out of the mountain temple and ran towards the mountain quickly, and there was no shadow in a blink of an eye.

In the mountain temple, Jingxu slowly stood up, looked at the fire and a large pile of dead branches next to it, and lay down. With his cultivation, even if he is seriously injured, he will not be attacked by the mountain wind, but for some reason, the residual heat from behind him makes a warm current rise in his heart.

A woman at the entrance of the village is looking anxiously, it is already midnight, but the youngest son has not returned, if it is good on weekdays, but these days there is a big incident in the village, many people have died, which will inevitably make the woman's heart tremble. Although the youngest son was picked up half a year ago, the woman did not think so. Because she used to have another young son, who was as old as Chuanxia according to her age. Three years ago, I accidentally got lost in the mountains. He never came back. When she found the legend, the woman stubbornly believed that it was the mountain god who had returned her youngest son.

I think of the scene when my youngest son was carried back this morning. The woman was a little more anxious.

I knew that I should have stopped Xiao Si just now and didn't let him go out!

Thinking of this, the woman regretted it even more.

"Mom, why are you here?" the young man's eyes were brighter, and he saw the woman wandering at the entrance of the village from a distance.

The woman rushed forward in three or two steps, looked back and forth a few times, and found that there was no missing arm or leg, so she let out a sigh, and then reached out and hit Chuanxia's ass.

"Why are you so naughty kid, you don't know what's going to happen outside in the next two days, if something happens to you again, how can you call your mother and me?" while slapping the herald, the woman herself began to cry.

Chuanxia's heart seemed to be beaten by the woman's tears, and an emotion mixed with emotion of emotion and sadness was about to turn into tears and rush down, but finally Chuanxia held back the rushing tears, just hugged the woman's arm and comforted: "Mom, don't worry! I'm fine! I just want to find out if the talisman I lost is still there!"

In order to comfort his mother, Chuanxia had to tell a little lie.

The woman wiped away her tears, and then nodded solemnly: "You have nothing to do this time, it is said that Bibo Niangniang protected you, and in a few days, Mom will go to Bibo Temple for you to beg for one!"

"Mom, forget it! It's okay to find it! Bibo Temple is far away, and the last time I begged for a peace charm, it cost 30 shells!"

"You unlucky boy, what nonsense are you talking about!Thirty shells!" The woman seemed to be a little distressed when she said thirty shells, but then her concern for her son prevailed, "Thirty shells is still important to be safe!"

"Hmm!"

Chuanxia nodded heavily.

When I helped my mother back home, the lights in the house were still on, which was a rare thing for a frugal family to keep the lights on so late.

The house was quiet, and the father and siblings seemed to be asleep.

On the table, under the oil lamp, there are four large bowls, one by one, upside down.

The woman stepped forward to lift the upside-down porcelain bowl, and the rich aroma of food rippled in the small room.

On the table was a large bowl of white rice and a bowl of stir-fried pork with green vegetables, looking at these two bowls of things, Chuanxia was deeply stunned.

For a poor fisherman with many children, not to mention eating meat on weekdays, even a bowl of white rice is precious, but now, it is full of everything in front of him.

The tears that I couldn't hold back finally couldn't help but slide down.

"Come and eat! when you're full, there's nothing left!" the mother gently put the rice bowl in front of the Chuanxia.

Chuanxia took the heavy rice bowl, stuck his face into it, and devoured it.

Trying not to be seen by her mother, her face covered with a porcelain bowl was already in tears.

It's been half a year, although he was rescued by the family, he has been facing the family with a detached attitude, for this poor family, he always lacks a sense of identity, even if everyone thinks he is precocious and sensible, but still can't hide the sense of alienation in his heart. He felt like he didn't deserve to belong.

Perhaps, psychologically, Chuanxia feels that he has a kind of superiority.

There is an essential difference from these fishermen who are in the dirt.

But now, Chuanxia is really aware of the ugliness in his heart, and his irresponsible attitude will become a burden to his family!

Lying on his own small wooden bed, Chuanxia thought a lot.

Maybe he shouldn't think too far, since he relies on this family, he should fight for this family and make his relatives live well, but thinking of the scene of the battle between that person and a few wicked people, his heart was hot again. There seemed to be some driving force to step him into that mysterious world. (To be continued......)