Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

It's just that he seemed unable to answer my question anymore, and his haggard body fell directly to the ground.A pair of eyes turned outward abruptly, Ling'er stretched out a hand to shake his eyelids, and the eyelids finally closed unwillingly.

"Mother."

"Bury it," I said softly, bowing my body slightly, which was my last respect for this old man.

Suddenly, the bell reverberated in the temple, and suddenly entered my mind, rippling endlessly.The monks who were originally sitting in the scripture hall and chanting scriptures stood up at the same time, and stood at the gate of the temple, staring at us silently, but no one spoke first.

"Goddess, my master has already dug a grave for himself behind the temple, shall we go together?"

"Then lead the way." I glanced at the old man on the ground again. At this moment, the haggard face was covered with a layer of golden light, and he looked very peaceful. I raised my hand and took out a ring from the storage ring. The cassock that was taken away a long time ago lightly enveloped his body.

As soon as I retreated, several older lamas stepped forward and picked up his dead body.The faces of all the lamas were very solemn, neither sad nor happy, and kept silent.

I thought they would hold a sky burial. After all, for Tibetans, that is the highest respect for the dead. Unexpectedly, they simply dug a hole in the back, made haystacks and put people on it.

The whole ceremony was presided over by the little lama. It is said that he is the next living Buddha here and will continue to guard the land, but his seriousness occupies the immature face, which always feels a bit out of place.

No tombstone, no epitaph.I don't even know the name of this old lama until now, and the lights go out when people die, and what is right and what is wrong, they are all reduced to ashes.

The avalanche in Daqingshan lasted for three days, and the ceremony in the small temple also lasted for three days.Seeing that little boy sitting on the podium like an old monk, walking barefoot in this cold snow day after day, I suddenly couldn't bear it.

"Your Excellency, the snow under the mountain has stopped, and the road has been exposed." Today, I was thinking about where the real tomb of Qin Shihuang would be, when the Little Living Buddha suddenly pushed open my door.

"Little master, is this going to drive us down the mountain?" I twitched the corner of my mouth and said softly.

The little Living Buddha shook his head and said seriously: "Of course not, it's just that the time is up, you should leave."

"Really." I muttered, feeling helpless, and walked to the window, the world in front of me was no longer pure white, but white with a touch of blue, except for the mountain tops, it was still covered with snow. Below halfway up the mountain, there is no trace of snow anymore, and the temperature here has also warmed up from below zero to normal temperature, but the little monk is still barefoot, wearing a long cassock, and hanging around his neck is a string that is bigger than his. Longer prayer beads.

I didn't stay any longer, and went straight down the mountain after lunch.

Standing at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the majestic mountains, the scenery is pleasant, but the temples in the mountains have disappeared. When a gust of wind blows, it seems that something has entered the eyes, which is very dry.

I reached out to rub it, and when I opened my eyes again, the mountains were still empty.

"Ling'er." I looked sideways and called to the young man beside me.

The young man raised his eyebrows, raised his finger and pointed at the cangxiong. In the clouds and mist on the top of Daqing Mountain, a small temple loomed.It seems that there are secrets in this temple that I have never discovered.

Without further hesitation, we went around to the local government and quietly put the corpses of the mountaineering team that came out of the mountain there. As for the corpses many years ago, they were directly burned in the space and became the treasures of the small world. Fertilizer for the soil.

At the train station, I saw the master Linger had found for Su Hang, a very wretched old man, his eyes glowed green when he looked at Su Hang.He was wearing a thick leather jacket, shiny and oily, no matter how wretched it looked.Before I could speak, he had reached out his hand and held it with me.

His hands were soft and white, and his skin was even smooth.Tender, that's skin that doesn't match his age.It surprised me again, but he just grinned and smiled very characteristically. Looking at Linger again, he didn't intend to stop him again, which means that this person's identity is clean.

Fortunately, this process didn't last long, and he disappeared directly with the people.

Linger and I also got on the train directly here and headed towards Xianyang, where the legendary tomb of Qin Shihuang is located.This is the first time for me to take this kind of slow green leather car. It is said that this is also the first car to commemorate the Tibet Railway. Fortunately, there is air conditioning, and there are very few people, so it is not so difficult.

In the empty carriage, one can see the end from the head.

I lay on the lower bunk, staring out of the window in a daze. Sometimes I didn’t see a single person for several hours, and sometimes I stopped for more than ten minutes. The simple villagers shouted through the windows, selling the unique local highland barley. Wine and rice balls.

Linger went down to buy a few, and then continued to pretend to be dead. I was a little bored and wanted to chat with him a few times, but he avoided him. I could only watch the scenery and live on memories and fantasies.

Fortunately, the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" has been lying quietly in my dantian, and has not come out to make troubles. On the contrary, it has allowed the Yin-Yang Book to draw a lot of soul power to nourish itself.

For things that are good for me, I will naturally not refuse.

After wandering around like this for three days, basking in the sun every day, I felt that my bones were going to be sunburned, and the laziness emanating from my bones was simply killing my fighting spirit little by little.

"Mother."

Suddenly, Ling'er sat up straight with a very serious expression.

I was startled, then put down the book in my hand, and looked at him with a confused face.

"what happened?"

"someone is coming."

"No, it's not a person." After Ling'er said this inexplicably, she disappeared from my sight in an instant. I looked at the direction he was leaving in doubt, restrained my breath, and put a stick on my body. After applying an invisibility spell, he followed.

The train stopped slowly, it was pitch black outside, it seemed to be in a cave, and the sound of the whistle sounded muffled.

He obviously didn't arrive at the station, but the door of the car was opened.

Gusts of wind blew in my ears, and ghosts appeared in the darkness. I couldn't help frowning due to the strong hostility. When I took a closer look, those ghosts were all dressed up as soldiers, with their weapons in their hands. Covered with a layer of blood, it is the mark of the blood that belongs to it.

Soon, those ghosts roamed all the carriages, as if someone was manipulating them, they all found their seats and sat down, all with serious faces, and no one spoke first.

I suppressed the doubts in my heart and walked straight to the front compartment.

One session, two sessions, without a single guest.In the dining car, there were still two people dressed as stewardesses, but they were already sleeping soundly on their seats, unaware of everything around them.

Ignorance is bliss, I didn't wake them up, but continued to walk towards the front of the train. The more I was afraid of something, the more I would find something. The seat where the conductor should be sitting was empty at the moment.

Only Ling'er was standing there, looking at the distance thoughtfully.

As if aware of my presence, he glanced in my direction and shook his head.

I looked along his fingers, and at the end of the tunnel, instead of finding any light, I saw an extremely deep pool of water. The car that had stopped originally started again, and the pointer on the dashboard remained motionless. But the car is actually moving forward.

I opened the golden pupil, but the world in front of me has not changed at all, that is to say, this is not a fantasy, then, have we been tricked by someone hiding in the dark on this car?

Nodding to Ling'er, with a movement of my mind, I entered the special space in the ring.

The four great beasts immediately surrounded me and looked at me without saying a word, as if they were waiting for me to make up my mind. After a long time, Ling'er also came in, holding a small waist card in her hand.

"Mother, your good husband seems to be plotting against us."

The young man pursed his lips, and threw out a sentence that made me crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I looked at him suspiciously, took the waist card over, and raised my hand to see that there was an incomparably huge Qin character on it.

Although the material used is different from the one that Qin Luo usually wears on his body, the spiritual power that circulates in it is a very orthodox ghost cultivator.

I looked at the outside world through the ring, and the train was still moving slowly.

The blackness on both sides gradually became brighter, and a few blue-green flames flickered from time to time, like the most common will-o'-the-wisps in the cemetery.

Just when I was wondering, the car stopped suddenly, and a voice that sounded like a broken box squeezed out from there very slowly—"It's the stop."

"It's time to stop."

As soon as the sound came out, I felt the whole carriage shaking in the distance.Those strange soldiers sitting in the carriage stood up obediently one by one, patted the orderly line and began to get off the carriage along the door, without a single sound, just like when they got on the carriage, soon, they It quickly disappeared from my sight.

There are a total of more than a dozen carriages, only the ghosts in the last section are wearing modern clothes. Just looking at it, it seems that they are all Tibetans living in very remote mountain villages. Some of them are very young and have big stomachs. The head is still big, and it seems to be suffering from some strange disease.

With the sound of a few whips, two white figures appeared in the tunnel, one was beating the soldiers, and the other was holding a huge book and tapping there.

Following the direction of Linger's finger, a very obvious sign appeared in my sight.

There are three extremely eye-catching white characters on it: "Yellow Spring Village."

I couldn't help shivering, why did a train go straight to the underworld? Those old, weak, sick, and disabled didn't seem to have died for a long time, and their souls were alive.Has this line always existed?Probably not, I remember that I deliberately checked the information of this car before getting in the car. Many young people and people who like to travel will choose this car to let themselves go when they have time.For so many years, I have never heard of anyone saying that something happened.

Besides, train tickets are all real-named now.
The dark atmosphere makes people's thinking more chaotic, and it is easy to develop in the worst direction. In front of me, there is now a multiple-choice question.Should I go down and see what's going on in this village, or continue to sit.

You know, during the time they got off the train just now, I went to check the carriage again, and found the train conductor who was sleeping soundly in the lounge.

It was a middle-aged old driver, the wrinkles on the temples were not deep, the seal was very bright, without the slightest filth, and he seemed to be dreaming sweet dreams, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, looking very happy.

The same is true for those conductors, indulged in their own dreams, but subconsciously wrapped their quilts tightly.

"It's time" the male voice sounded like a broken box again, Ling'er stared at me blankly, just waiting for me to make a decision.

I looked down at the token in the palm of my hand, the coldness hit my senses, I simply took Linger's hand and jumped off the train.

The marching ghost army suddenly stopped, and the two ghost messengers quickly ran from the head of the line to the end of the line. In the end, without saying anything, they raised a huge ghost banner and led us into the dark place.

In the ears, the moving roar of the green leather train sounded again, and it gradually disappeared into the darkness and headed for the light.　
PS Dragon Boat Festival Ankang, I also wish myself one year older