I am the tomb keeper

The geese fly from the north to the south, the light is cold and the armor is cold. The sons and daughters walking away from home raised their arms in the yellow sand and shouted, "Save the people from the fire and water, and help the building to collapse!"

The young woman in the boudoir is teary-eyed, holding hands to weave red and practicing thousands of feet, and her husband is looking forward: Looking at Xiongguan in the north of the border separated by mountains and seas;

The sixtieth old man waits in front of the pillar and staff, the wind stops and the rain stops, and the morning is gone.Foolishly waiting——Son, are you going to return or not?The old father and mother don't envy gold and jade, and don't envy the peaceful world, but beg my son to return home as soon as possible.A hundred years into the soil, there is a son in mourning, don't worry!

The idiot complained about the heartbroken song of the girl, worshiped the high temple, knelt down to the gods and Buddhas, and prayed to the tree of blessings.But in exchange for the person you admire with a frown, a smile, and a look back.I don't look forward to the morning and evening, cherish the red and worry about the fans, but I only hope that we can meet again sometime.

I hope the country is prosperous and the people are safe, I hope my husband is safe, I hope my son will return early, Nian Qing looks forward to reunion.Wishes turned into red brocades hung high on the branches of ancient trees, and the sky was filled with red clouds.

Ten years later, the red brocade lost its color and was turned into powder, and people from the north and the south covered it again with red silk of different lengths and widths.

For a hundred years, the brocade silk has been made into dust, and the heavy traffic in those days has become a few scattered figures.The young man staggered step by step with the help of the octogenarian.The red brocade in his hand has no strength to hang on the high branches, so it can only be pressed under the roots and rocks, waiting for the insects and ants to eat away.

For thousands of years, the prosperous branches and leaves have withered and withered, and its life span is coming to an end.It has experienced the wind and rain in the world, seen the warmth and coldness, witnessed the rise and fall of the prosperous age, and seen tall buildings rise from the ground and collapse in the smoke and dust.

It thinks that its life is probably like this, sprouting unexpectedly, surviving natural disasters unexpectedly, becoming food in the mouths of refugees without accident, the branches, leaves and bark are mottled and incomplete.

God has the virtue of good life. After the catastrophe, the living people prosper, and it unexpectedly becomes a tree of blessings in their mouths.

Human beings are blind, but it is like a mirror in its heart.It was just a few people who were skinned during the famine and saved a few people, so they regarded it as a sacred tree.

How can there be gods and ghosts?You will not see gods to help you in natural disasters, and you will not be disturbed by ghosts in prosperity.

As its age was drawing to a close, it thought sullenly that it would probably take hundreds of years to turn into ashes and nourish the earth after its death.Its trunk is too thick, and there is still room for a hundred people to embrace it.

It's just that some people don't seem to want it to die.

It still remembers that person came to look for it, uprooted it, and penetrated deep into the ground and spread thousands of miles around without losing a single bit of root system.

Flying birds hang on its branches with grass knots and rings, and the overwhelming birds pull it up.

All animals, no matter how big or small, strong or weak, are dragged out of the soil with hemp ropes.

Insects and ants steal the soil from the roots and dig out all the roots that stretch for thousands of miles.

It wasn't until it was hung in the air and transported across the sea from a remote corner to a huge building, that it didn't know why human beings fought for that golden high position.

Raise your arms and call out, and there will be a hundred responses, probably that's it.

From that day on it had its first and last allegiance to a god.A human being—a human being living alone in this building.

There are many birds and beasts gathered around its god, and there are many spirits in the mountains. Many of them can't be named, and they look strange.Perhaps it is also one of the spirits?But it has no memory, because it has been too old, and it can't remember many things.

It just remembered that the brothers of God tortured and killed all the living creatures around God, and even tried to let God be buried here.

Bleeding and drifting, there are many ghosts, God let the whole empire be buried for them.

The undead linger under its root system and cannot be reborn forever. Their corpses become its nourishment, and the bones are turned into dust and blue flowers bloom all over the building-this is the punishment given to them by God.

For another millennium, it slept with the gods, the dust blown up by the wind covered the building, and the seeds that flew in germinated and grew.

Until a fire burns it up...

Thousands of years later, the world has changed, and those iron-clad things and humans in strange clothes are planning how to destroy it.

The fire burned, and the roots that had trapped the undead all year round spontaneously turned into blood-red whiskers, sweeping towards them.

Huh?The young man at the head has a familiar aura?

Forget it, God told it to let this group of people go, and it will do so.

It is tired, it just wants to take root in the soil well, be a tree, and be unknown to the world.Growth and apoptosis, repeated again and again.With such a fierce fire burning, it's good to walk cleanly...

There is an inexplicable sadness in Jiang Zhao's heart. The ancient tree that stood between the heaven and the earth for a thousand years, the ancient tree that carried the wishes and prayers of all living beings, was destroyed in his hands.

He had no choice. From the second time he went down to the tomb, he realized that those blood whiskers might be the roots of some kind of plant.

Beishan is too big, and the shady side is lush with locust trees, but there is only a deep valley on the sunny side. In the valley, a half-dried blessing tree stands on the copper wire and iron coins for wishing.

Except that there is no vegetation around the blessing tree, the entire sunny side is full of blue flowers.

It was the flower Jiang Zhao saw in the tomb, another form of the blood whisker.These flowers can be seen everywhere in Beishan. When Fengshengmu and Fengshengmu lived in Beishan, he praised the flowers for their beauty.

Thinking about it now, heh, I dare not even think about it.Beishan is a mound of earth built on monsters, which can silently devour one creature after another.

Jiang Zhao felt that all trees are afraid of fire.So he poured petrol around the blessing tree and lit the ring of fire.The fire was lit, and the fire from the explosion ignited a dry part of the blessing tree.

Gu Mu let out a miserable scream in the raging fire. At first he thought it was a blessing tree that had become a spirit.Later, when the bloodwhiskers swept towards them, he discovered that those screams were from the mutated corpses on the bloodwhiskers.

Thousands of corpses hung on the bloody whiskers that came like a tide. Those rotten, shriveled or mutilated corpses opened their mouths wide, and their sharp black teeth turned outward to bite them.

When the first corpse in front of him was ignited and smashed to pieces, the frantic Bloodbeard stopped and slowly waved back and forth.

A group of people nervously looked at the bloody beard covering the sky.Jiang Zhao was not nervous, he had a strange feeling in his heart, he had an intuition that nothing would happen to him, they would not hurt him.He even had the mood to see which dynasty those corpses belonged to.

Sure enough, when Bloodbeard approached him again, he stopped suddenly.As if watching him silently.

The bloody whiskers that had stopped in front of him for a while rolled back.Like a red sea wave, it spontaneously rises from the ground and is stained with flames, blowing in the blue sky and daylight.

A sense of hope for survival filled the hearts of a group of people, more than winning the 500 million lottery.If it wasn't for Gu Shu's willingness to equip this few people with what they have, it would be the end of nothing, not even a splash of water.

The ancient trees that had been kowtowed for a thousand years howled and crumbled in the fire, and thick smoke enveloped the entire town.The Qin family and the Feng family jointly controlled the entire town, appeasing the panicked crowd and suppressing the rioting crowd.

Beishan was completely blocked, and no outsiders could step in.The Feng family has a wide network of contacts, and there are many high-ranking officials in the capital, and they approved the application for archaeology with just one piece of paper.

In the end, people are all for themselves. When they came out of that small town, they didn't want to be involved in Beishan's mess.They got out of there with great difficulty and sought a high position in Beijing, and no one wanted to die.

Therefore, the Feng family, who covered the sky with one hand, caused Beishan to explode and open the mountain, and these news could not be spread to the outside world.They ordered people to take control of everyone's electronic equipment in the town and monitor the people in the town all the time.No one from the inside is allowed to go out and no one from the outside is allowed to enter.

It was a nightmare for the townspeople at that time. The flames of Beishan seemed to burn half of the sky, and a lot of smoke and dust floated in.The billowing smoke was suffocating, and with the sound of "booms", Beishan gradually sank until it was half shorter than before.

People in the town were panicked. Not only was their freedom restricted, but even after the blockade was lifted, they were constantly under surveillance and could not speak or write nonsense. It was not until more than ten years later that they were truly free.

The group of people brought by Jiang Zhao are all from the Qin family.

The Feng family is also smart about life, at least they know that if they are dead, what is the use of money?

The Qin family is so stupid, they want money and immortality.Heh, they insisted on following, but Jiang Zhao didn't stop them.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with having a few more scapegoats as shields.

Of course, the young master who kidnapped Jiang Zhao last time was also there. After all, he is Jiang Zhao's other close cousin and his important partner all the time.

The blessing tree burned for four days, and everyone on the mountain and down the mountain wore gas masks for four days.

The red ash left after the burning of the ancient wood covered Jiang Zhao and his knees.

It is said that everything has a spirit, and Jiang Zhao believes it.The root system of the blessing tree supports the entire Beishan.It burned out, but the Beishan on the root was carefully put down, and it was well protected.

Not a single plant or tree on Beishan was damaged by any bumps.The withered and yellowed vegetation swayed in the wind, and the ashes of ancient trees were spread around them, just waiting for the rain to fall would be good nourishment.

The ancient tree is strong but never absorbs and plunders other weaker nutrients, on the contrary it uses itself to support them.It's like a lonely person carefully caring for and feeding the small animals that accidentally ran into his side.

This appearance reminded Jiang Zhao of Feng Shengmu, with the same cautiousness and the same reluctance.

With the ancient wood gone, the blood whiskers in the tomb also disappeared.Jiang Zhao led the people straight to the wooden house on the top of the mountain.

At the same time, on the shaded side of Beishan, a line of footprints were lightly printed on the soft and lightly hanging wood ash.The footprints were printed unhurriedly, and when passing by the cabin, Jiang Zhao and his party happened to go in first.The two are perfectly staggered.

The footprints stayed in the cabin for a long time, as if remembering it.

The end of the footprints finally stopped at the edge of the big pit after the blessing tree burned out.

In a gray bag, a white hand dug for a long time before finding something black.

"Plant death can also lead to spring, do you dare to be so skinny because you have seen it?"

In the open palm, a black seed lay there quietly.

After a while, there was another long sigh, "Man, it would be great if I could do it all over again..."