The last Chiyou

Chapter 20 Reincarnation

A golden hairpin, half buried in the snow, half exposed, the bloodstained head of the hairpin indicates the unfortunate fate of its owner.

Yongjia was not hungry at first, since he woke up, he didn't feel hungry anymore, but when he accidentally saw this golden hairpin and smelled the indescribable fragrance on the hairpin, he suddenly felt extremely hungry.

This kind of aroma is not purely the original mellow aroma of gold, but also has another kind of sweet and greasy aroma, which is unexpectedly sweet in the mouth.

Yongjia devoured this golden hairpin almost greedily, the mellow taste made him want to stop, he didn't understand why this happened, he only knew that this taste made him like it very much, it seemed to fill up the lack in his body. some things.

This is the smell of blood.

In today's land, the most indispensable thing is the taste of blood.

He walked all the way, eating, but the more he ate, the hungrier he became. Something in his chest was rolling violently, as if it was going to break through the top of his head and go straight to the sky. There seemed to be a voice that kept shouting in the sky: "I'm hungry." , I want more."

Sometimes he is a young man who is still young, and sometimes he is a rare and extraordinary Chi You. He cannot control his transformation, and he does not want to control it.What does it matter to him whether those mortals are indifferent or run away when they see him?

At a loss, he felt that something was missing, and he walked around trying to find it, but he couldn't figure out what he was missing.

Everywhere you go is a battlefield, and the battlefield will always be ugly.No matter how brazenly the leading generals are, how bravely the soldiers fight, or how wonderful the recorded battles are, the real battlefield will always be so ugly.

Blood, fire, scorched earth, dead bodies, and scavengers of every description.

The defeated side has no time to take care of it, and the victorious side will leave some people to clean up the battlefield. The better ones will restrain the bones of their own soldiers and bury them, and the better ones will restrain the bones of the opponent's soldiers and burn them, but most of the time it is just Collect some loot, discard those broken corpses on this land, and after being eaten by wild dogs, vultures, insects, etc., they will slowly rot into mud.

Yongjia didn't like such a place very much in the past, it reminded him of when he was a child, he seemed to be in his infancy, wandering around, seeing these scenes in his eyes.

These mortals are desperately fighting for wealth, rights, women, and status. You kill me and take these away, he kills you again and take these away, and another person comes to kill him and take these away again... the cycle repeats forever. There is no rest.This bloody reincarnation is filled with the blood of countless people, leaving behind countless scenes of hell.

This reminds him of many things he doesn't want to think of.

But now, he found that after the war, there will always be countless things with that special mellow and sweet taste, so even though the battlefield is so ugly, Yongjia still patrols around the battlefield, looking for what he longs for, just like those food Rotten.Only when eating those things, the part that seemed to be missing in his heart would be temporarily filled.

His desire for blood turned into killing intent and filled the hearts of mortals, but this Chi You himself just walked around, ate, and traveled all over the country in a daze.

The land of the Central Plains is full of wolf smoke.

Yangzhou, this formerly prosperous place has gone through so many wars, it has changed beyond recognition. Yongjia didn't know why he came here, but he just felt that it was very friendly, so he came here.

Yangzhou City had just experienced a war, and the shops facing the street were all torn down. Stepping through the ruins, he walked into a small courtyard whose walls had mostly collapsed.

The small courtyard has been abandoned for a long time, the houses are dilapidated, the pool behind the house has not been taken care of for a long time, the waterway is blocked, and it has become a pool of stagnant water, with algae growing all over the pool, and the rockery by the pool is surrounded by vines.

Yongjia stood in the yard blankly watching all this, it seemed familiar yet so strange.

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind: "Who are you!"

He turned around, and saw a middle-aged woman behind her, holding a basket in her hand, looking at him nervously: "This is my house, why did you break into my house?"

"Your house?" Yongjia, who looked like a teenager, was a little confused, "Probably, I went wrong." He turned around and walked out silently.

The woman hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Just you? Where are your family members?"

Yongjia stopped, thought for a while, and shook his head: "It's all gone."

The woman immediately showed sympathy, and said, "Where are you going?"

The young man's beautiful face was full of confusion: "I don't know either."

The young man looked haggard, but his appearance was really attractive. The woman came over and stretched out her hand to pull him, her palm was rough and warm: "If you don't dislike it, just stay and deal with it before you go, it's poor."

Yongjia was stunned, it was the first time in more than a hundred years that someone touched his body, which made him feel very strange, but also seemed very kind, so he didn't resist, and let the woman pull him into the house.

The furnishing in the room was extremely simple, strictly speaking, there was no furnishing at all, a mat was spread in the corner, and a middle-aged man was lying on the mat, his breathing was weak, and he seemed to be in a serious condition.The woman put the basket on the ground, checked on the man's situation, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, sighed indistinctly, turned her head and said to Yongjia: "Brother, sit down for a while, let me cook meal."

Yongjia didn't move, he looked around blankly, this room was very familiar.

There used to be a bookshelf in front of the window, next to Zhang Xiaoji, and to the east should be a low couch, and beside the low couch, there was a huge box filled with all kinds of novelties, and there was a sandalwood shelf in the corner , on the shelf is a copper incense burner, under the shelf...

He walked over, inserted his five fingers into the green bricks on the ground like rotten soil, and easily grabbed the green bricks. Sure enough, there was a small oilcloth wrapped underneath.

How did I know there was a package here?

There seemed to be thousands of voices ringing in his heart at the same time.

How did I know there was a package here? !

Staring blankly at the small portrait in the package, the white and tender little doll was lying on a scholar's shoulder, with both hands around the scholar's neck, smiling brightly like the sun.The scholar was wearing a white shirt, with elegant features, and a somewhat helpless, doting smile.

This was painted by someone at a temple fair.The one drawn is... me, and... and Ayu.

It was as if countless wheels ran over his heart, he couldn't breathe, his heart and lungs were in pain, and his limbs were sore.

Ah Yu.

Ah Yu died.

The sweet fragrance, the man in front of him is silent, and the woman rushing to hear the sound is at his feet, the head and face rolling away are still full of horror.

Ayu said that innocent people cannot be killed, but no mortal in this world is innocent, and all mortals can be killed.

Endless wars turned into endless carnage.Massacre cities, exterminate clans, everywhere is hell.

No one knows the origin of this red-armored boy, and no one can really recruit this boy, and no one can hurt him at all.He roamed the battlefields of the Central Plains, whoever he wanted to help and whoever he wanted to kill, without any warning.

Money, power, women... He doesn't care about any of these, it seems that this young man was born to slaughter.

They called him: Chisha.

Everyone called him Chisha General to his face, and called him Chisha Ghost behind his back.

Yongjia knows all this, but he doesn't care, all he wants is to kill people.Every time someone is killed, the unspeakable pain in his heart seems to be a little less.

until that day.

The familiar face of the thin young man who died under his hands awakened Yongjia's long and long nightmare.Before the young man died, he was still holding on to his wrist tightly, and the last three words he said were: "I'm sorry..."

not him.Not him.He must not be the one who still misses the young man when he is dying.No matter how resemblance this young man looks like, he will never be Ah Yu. His Ah Yu will definitely recognize him when he sees him.

He didn't kill Ah Yu, no!

But, will it be him one day?Ah Yu who has entered reincarnation may be any one of these thousands of mortals, and perhaps he has killed him, or even more than once.

Yongjia couldn't think about it anymore, his eyes filled with tears for the first time in his life were full of helplessness and bewilderment, and the blood on his hands seemed to carry Ah Yu's breath in every drop.

The heart-piercing pain made him unbearable.

I want, I want to go to Dad, beg Dad, help me, help me out of this pain.

In the land of the far east, Chiyou Mountain, the snow-capped mountain is densely covered with forests, and in the cave deep in the forest, sat a dejected young man, looking at the bonfire with a guilty face, not daring to look into the eyes of the man in front of him.

The man is tall and slender, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, and is extremely beautiful, but at this moment he is glaring and cursing in a disfigured way: "...I really want to pretend that I never gave birth to your son, how can I be so stupid!"

"What can I do if I die? What can I do if the life-and-death contract is broken? Go to the underworld and ask the old man of Hades to look up the book for help. Then you can find where you were born. Why don't you look for it?"

"If you can't figure out why he killed you, just ask him directly, you're so sad!"

Yongjia muttered: "I know why he wanted to kill me..."

The man was furious: "Now that you know it, you don't have to be sad. If you think he's wrong, kill him to avenge him. If he's right, you should do what you want. Why come to me!"

"Chi Youzhu..." Yongjia said guiltily, "Chi Youzhu is gone..."

The man snorted heavily: "Chi You Zhu gave you the bead, so I knew that sooner or later you would have to swallow the bead, and I have no plan to get it back."

"No...not swallowed." Yongjia was puzzled.

"Fart!" The man looked Yongjia up and down, "How can you grow like this without swallowing? Not only did you swallow Chi Youzhu, but you also swallowed a lot of Chi Youlin. Presumably, it was Chi Youlin who held a refined sword for mortals. You are so angry."

Yongjia scratched his head: "Ah Yu stabbed me with the knife made by Chi Youlin."

The man's anger remained undiminished: "Even if you were infected with hostility by accident, you have killed too many people. Those killed by Chi You will not enter reincarnation, and if they break their yin and yang books, I am afraid that the old man of Hades will bite you to death." , in the future, when I go to him to do business, I have to put a smile on my face to see what you have done!"

"Father... why did you go to the underworld to find the King of Hades?"

The man was furious: "I can't find your mother!"

"Aniang..." Yongjia blinked his eyes with a puzzled look on his face, "Daddy can't leave Chiyou Mountain, how can I find Aniang?"

The man slapped Yongjia hard on the back of the head: "When you grow up, don't you come back to replace me in this hard prison?"

Yongjia hugged his head and said aggrievedly: "I didn't know that I could change seats."

The man looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes, and said: "That kid stabbed you, and you were blessed by misfortune, shed all the blood of mortals, swallowed Chi Youzhu and a lot of Chi Youlin, hibernated for a hundred years, broke out of the cocoon and was reborn, and now you are a complete and complete person." Chi You, I should have taken over from here, and you will be happy in the world. For the sake of you still looking for that kid, I will give you some time to find that kid, and come back to jail quickly! I will not bully you You and we take turns, each for 500 years."

Yongjia was a little timid: "What should I say when I see him?"

The man was furious: "What else is there to think about? Since you have made up your mind to marry, if you see it, you can hug it and go home."

Yongjia's spirit lifted slightly, and he said: "What Dad said is also true, we are Chi You, and our lives are tight, even if he refuses to marry, after a few lifetimes, he will be willing to marry."

The man looked up to the sky and sighed, shook his head and didn't want to speak anymore, he just waved his hands and said, "Go, go, I'm angry when you are in front of me."

Naihe Bridge, Wangchuan River, and the fiery red manjusawa on both sides are in full bloom like blood.

At the head of the bridge is a small pavilion with four-cornered eaves. Outside the pavilion, an old woman is guarding a tea bucket that seems to never bottom out. The seemingly endless tea cup is filled with the water of the river of forgetfulness. Countless ghosts on the bridge are queuing up and slowly moving forward. , one by one, drank the water of Wangchuan and re-entered samsara.

The ghost team let out a slight whimper, and the wind was rustling, which sounded quite infiltrating.

In the pavilion behind the old woman, there were two people sitting, as if there was no one else around, talking in earnest.One person is facing Yongjia, with a high crown and a broad robe, a Chinese character face, thick black eyebrows, copper bells and big eyes, dressed as an official, while the other is facing away from this side, wearing a white shirt and a jade crown, dressed as a scholar.Seeing the Chinese character face scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, he looked around, thinking that the situation was seriously bad, as if he was looking for some excuse to sneak in, just happened to see Yongjia, was overjoyed, and shouted: "That one over there! Are you here to find me? "

Yongjia was taken aback: "Who are you? I'm here to find King Hades."

The man laughed loudly: "This king is the king of Hades, why are you looking for me?"

Yongjia was about to answer, but saw the scholar with his back turned slowly turned around, with a shallow smile, the corners of his mouth curled up, and said softly: "Yongjia, you really came."

I have been waiting for you here for a hundred years, and finally, I have waited for you.

Desperately, I stuffed Chi Youzhu and the fragments of the Huojing long knife into your mouth, and then buried you deep in the ground, hoping that Chi Youzhu and Chi Youlin, who are connected with your blood, can save your life. You haven't come for a long time, I thought I was wrong, but fortunately, I still waited for you.

Breaking off a horn on the top of the head, it melted in the mouth, and passed into Fengji's belly. The severe pain on the top of the head was completely replaced by the gentle touch of the lips and tongue. Never give up."

This is the real life and death contract.Even if reincarnated thousands of times, the moment he opened his eyes, Fengji is still the same Fengji, and Yongjia is still the same Yongjia.

"Back then, what exactly were you going to say to me?" Yong Jia murmured in confusion.

Fengji smiled slightly, put his arms around Yongjia and said in a low voice: "I am very happy to be your husband."

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many years later

Another 1000, two hundred years have passed, and Fengji, who has passed through countless lives, relied on the experience accumulated over the years to start the business of antique appraisers. Shabu shabu can barely afford it. The only unpleasant thing is that Yongjia, who has broken off a corner and stayed in a juvenile state since then, seems to never grow up again, no matter how much he eats Hesai, he just ate a few. Gold Mine Silver Mine, but his stature is always not satisfactory, only his white and tender face shows that he is well-nourished. Among the tall middle school students nowadays, he is a tragic dumpling.He is often mistaken for Fengji's younger brother, sometimes his son or grandson.

After returning home, Fengji smiled: "Grandson, come and beat Grandpa's back."

Yongjia was annoyed: "I am older than you! Much, much bigger!"

Feng Ji smiled: "Old man."

Yongjia was angry: "You old gangster, with a wrinkled face and a white head, who is the old man?"

Fengji still smiled: "Old man Huangkou."

Yongjia was furious: "You wait! One day, hum! One day I will make you obediently be my wife instead!"

Feng Ji comforted him: "Compared to the appearance of a little baby at that time, you are already very slender and handsome now, don't pursue perfection too much, it is not good for your physical and mental health, as a human being, you must be content and always happy."

Yongjia spat at him: "Don't talk to me in such a tone as a spiritual mentor. I know that you are reading psychology books when you are free. In your next life, you will definitely be a master of cheating food and drinking, or specializing in abnormal psychology."

Feng Ji smiled and asked: "Then do you still want to come to me in your next life? Being a master's disciple is very popular."

Yongjia couldn't help feeling sad and indignant: "You asked the question knowingly! I was lied to by you for a lifetime, and I had to go to the underworld to wait for your reincarnation! What a loss!"

Fengji draws his voice: "Oh", he smiled half-smile, looked at Yongjia: "You don't have to come."

Yongjia was furious: "I agreed that when I grow up, you will marry me! I have survived for so many years, and it is so easy to make it through, do you want to slip away?!"

Fengji touched Yongjia's head that reached only to his shoulder, smiled and said nothing.

The author has something to say: I was finally busy with all kinds of chores years ago, and I was finally able to sit down and write this ending. Although it is a bad ending, it is finally an ending.I won’t challenge political themes for a period of time. I don’t have the ability to control this kind of subject matter. It’s more enjoyable to write small white essays about love and love.

It’s almost the Chinese New Year, I wish you all auspicious and happy Year of the Rooster^^