Chapter 18: The Mountain Gate Dialogue

The night is dark, tonight's night is even darker, the moon at the beginning of the month has no clear light, only slightly revealing a trace of curved line, that is, this thread is also covered by thick dark clouds, the light rain keeps falling, as if it is the filament that does not stop connecting the heaven and the earth together, and the white mist will shroud the whole Qingcheng in a white vastness.

The deeper the night, the heavier the rain, the heavier the fog, the Qingcheng in early winter has been shrouded in white fog, Jingyuan stood at the mountain gate and quietly looked at the haunted place under the mountain, and did not say a word for a long time. The drizzle had already drenched him, and his face was soaked with rain, turning into a stream of water flowing on his body, and he didn't wipe it, but quietly looked at the thick fog, the dark night, the villages shrouded in night and thick fog, the villages shrouded in demonic shadows.

An oil-paper umbrella was placed above his head, and a little Taoist priest held the umbrella to block the drizzle, and said softly: "Uncle Shi, you have been standing and watching for a day, is it time to go back and rest." The little Taoist priest was very sensible, he didn't say what was in his heart, he just said something with concern.

"It's Jingxuan who asked you to come, thank you for your kindness, give me the umbrella, I'll stay for a while, you go back first." Jingyuan is not very old, but he is extremely old, he speaks and does things without leakage, and he has insight into people's hearts, he can see at a glance the umbrella sent by Jingxuan, but the worry in his heart has not been alleviated at all, and he has not let go of his heart since the moment he got the news. So much so that he didn't care about Murong Chen's affairs, and stood here at the mountain gate for a day and a night, but the worries in his heart were getting heavier and heavier, so that he couldn't help but take a look, but when he looked back at the groups of innocent people in Qingcheng Mountain, and looked at the group of Taoist priests who worked for the people, he couldn't rest assured, he couldn't leave, so he could only wait at the mountain gate, how much he hoped that what he was waiting for was good news, one that made all Qingcheng feel at ease. Let Qingcheng not be tortured by the news. But the greater the hope. In exchange for disappointment or joy, he didn't know, so he could only wait slowly in this bleak wind and cold rain.

It didn't rain much, but it didn't stop for a long, long time, inside the hut on the mountain. Murong Chen opened the window lattice. Looking at the misty mountain, his face was a little worried. It is impossible to go up the mountain to collect medicine in this ghost weather, but there is really not much medicine, he looked at the drizzle with his hands behind his back and did not speak. Just staring out the window.

The raindrops fell on the window lattice, dripping on the bluestone slab in front of the door, in Shangguan Yanran's opinion, it was a good sound, grandpa's face already had a ruddy feeling, the black water of the wound was flowing less day by day, the food was gradually more, and the breathing was not heavy, the thin and slight breathing, the sound of the rain dripping outside the door was simply a natural sound in Shangguan Yanran's ears, she looked at Murong Chen standing at the window and suddenly thought in her heart that there were fewer people in this place, less Murong Chen and his own children, a naughty ghost who was jumping around making trouble, a little ghost who was making trouble between the two people。 She couldn't help but smile as she thought about it, as if the child was right in front of her, and she could reach out and tell him stories in her arms and put him to sleep. Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing, and her joy was overflowing.

"What is so pleased, tell me about it. Murong Chen was attracted by her laughter, looking at her with a smile on her face, there was clearly a trace of holy maternal love on her face, holding her cheeks, laughing from time to time.

"I don't tell you, you hate eavesdropping. Shangguan Yanran looked at Murong Chen, who came to her side and lowered her head to look at her, her face blushed with shame, she pushed away Murong Chen, who was getting closer and closer, and suddenly had a feeling of being exposed in her heart, looking at Murong Chen who was smiling evilly, she stretched out her hands and gently pushed him, but there was a push, so her hands slapped Murong Chen's chest lightly and resentfully, and gave him a blaming look.

"Don't say it, forget it, by the way, I'm going out tomorrow, I'm running out of medicine, I'm going out to buy some medicine." You're here to help me take good care of my grandfather. Murong Chen looked at the coquettish Shangguan Yanran, touched her head, and whispered.

"It's raining, so let's wait for the rain to stop before going out. Shangguan Yanran stood up, looked at Murong Chen and said with concern.

"When is the rain a head, don't worry about me, take good care of grandpa and wait for me to come back, I promise you that after this matter passes, I will definitely take you to a world without strife and troubles, at that time we have only one task, give birth to children, take care of children, and live happily. Murong Chen stretched out his hand and put his arm around Shangguan Yanran's shoulder, and said softly.

Shangguan Yanran was already in tears, lying on Murong Chen's chest and crying, nodding her head in agreement.

Outside the mountain gate, Jingyuan was still holding an oil-paper umbrella and still motionless looking at the village filled with white mist, standing there motionless, Murong Chen slowly walked past him, stopped, and followed his gaze to look at the place where the white mist was rising.

"Worrying about many things can't solve the problem, so it's better to save your strength and prepare for another battle. Murong Chen didn't look at Jingyuan, just said to himself.

"You're going down, it's not a good time to go down. Jingyuan looked at Murong Chen and sighed.

"I'm afraid there are some things that we can't decide, all we can decide is our own actions, if we have to do something, in fact, we don't have to think about the timing of the time, just do it. Murong Chen still didn't look at Jingyuan, just held an umbrella and looked into the distance and said slowly.

"Regardless of the consequences, don't you have to worry about it?" Jing Yuan stared into his eyes, smiled slightly wryly, and asked.

"If you do it, you may not have a good result, but if you don't do it, there must be no good result, maybe if you do it, there will be a good result, life is like this. Murong Chen smiled, looked at the white mist of Qingcheng Mountain, and said firmly.

"Life may really be like this, a gamble that never ends at the beginning, a gamble that goes on, there is no end, and I don't know when it will end. Jingyuan turned his head and looked at the village in the distance and said with emotion.

"There is an end, when our life ends is the end of the gambling game, but in the gambling game we have to be the protagonist, not passive to be a spectator and bet. After Murong Chen finished speaking, he slowly walked down the mountain, ignoring Jingyuan.

Jingyuan looked at Murong Chen who was staggering in the rain, the rain was very fine and dense, and the mountain road was already muddy, but an oil-paper umbrella covered the rain, Murong Chen walked forward without hesitation, the wind and rain could not stop his staggering pace, because he moved, he took the initiative to act, and all the obstacles were no longer obstacles, but the driving force in his progress.

Jingyuan showed a hint of joy on his face, and he shouted loudly to Murong Chen in the rain: "Thank you." ”

Murong Chen's body in the distance paused slightly, turned around and beckoned to him, and continued to walk towards Qingfeng Town.

Jingyuan looked at the Qingcheng Mountain behind him, as if it had been washed, it was crisp and dripping, suddenly he saw a little green light, in the direction of Shangwa Village, he was shocked, he waved his hand and put the oil-paper umbrella under his arm, like a sharp arrow galloping towards the bottom of the mountain, and disappeared in the vast mountains and rain and fog after a while.

The rain has been falling, and no one knows when it will stop. (To be continued......)