Suo Jinling

The night was getting more dewy, Hong Ye held a heavy robe, searched around outside the tent for several times, followed the smell of alcohol to the river, saw the back sitting on the rock, he hesitated for a while, wanted to go forward but dared not Going forward, he had to hide behind a tree, racking his brains to figure out how to persuade the general to go back and rest.

The general carried Lan Jingming back to the mansion, stayed in the bedroom overnight, and then handed him over to him the next day, saying that he would handle the funeral affairs by himself. Hong Ye originally wanted to seal the coffin and bury him in accordance with the custom of the Great Liang, so he found a treasured place of geomantic omen to bury him. But then he thought that Lan Jingming was born in Beiyi, and the custom of Beiyi is that after dying, people have to stay on the Taihang Mountains and be guided by goshawks before re-entering reincarnation. He couldn't figure out what the general was thinking, and he didn't dare to ask. ····· After all, the general's condition is too bad, like a broken string to the extreme, he is afraid that the string will break as soon as he speaks.

In desperation, he had no choice but to act in a half-way manner, concentrating Lan Jingming from top to bottom, and buried him shallowly in the Taihang Mountains. He then invited monks from the temple to do Buddhist rituals and enshrine several lotus lanterns. .

After the ceremony ended, the general led his troops straight into the hinterland of Beiyi, and fought against Beiyi several times. Every time, swords collided with blood, and broken arms and stumps fell all over the battlefield. Rumors gradually spread in the army, and then intensified It is said that the general was possessed by a demon, and his mind has been haunted ever since. He had to behead enough people to return to his soul. Hongye suppressed the rumors, tried every means to persuade the general, and even tried to steal the general's wine jar quietly... But None of this helped. Since Lan Jingming's death, the general marched and fought during the day, and went to the river to drink by himself at night, but no matter how much he drank, he never saw the general drunk. His eyes were like burning will-o'-the-wisps in the middle of the night. Burn endlessly until the life of the general is exhausted.

Hong Ye sat behind the tree, with his head between his arms, and his forehead hair was messed up. He didn't know what to do. He resented himself resentfully, and kept asking himself if he had asked the doctor to look at it before, and then he would put it in a mess. Lan Jingming told the general about his real physical condition, will everything be different?

But no matter how upset he is now, it won't help. Lan Jingming is dead, maybe he has been reincarnated and gone to be a child of some family.

In the dead of night, the birds in the forest scrambled to fly out, fluttering their wings and gliding into the distance.

Everything was silent on the Taihang Mountains, and the dilapidated flags swayed with the sound of the strong wind, rustling in the forest.

Several dead bones frozen by the heavy snow were scattered on the mountain, the goshawks circled and screamed in the air, and some opened their sharp claws and rushed towards the ground. When the black shadow approached, they suddenly heard several howling wolves, and several huge white wolves came galloping from the forest , Straight towards the goshawks, the goshawks spread their wings and fled in all directions, their feathers flying in the air, the white wolves bared their teeth and roared at the goshawks, hissing straight into the sky.

When there were no more living things around, several white wolves scattered and dug in various mounds. The largest end among them sniffed lightly in front of a mound, carefully scraped off the dregs, and swept them away with their long tails. Floating Ash, buried his head in one person's side, stuck out his long tongue to lick, and wiped away the mottled eyebrows and eyes of that person, revealing his pale and blue cheeks.

The white wolf whimpered, and screamed from its throat. It wrapped its long tail around the man, trying to draw him to its side, and then bumped its head into the man's arm, as if it wanted someone to caress it. Congested blood, was hit by the white wolf dangling, like a crumbling dead branch, will fall down at some point.