Doe

This is the number of times he has returned to the ghost country, and Baili Jueming can't remember clearly.

It's still late spring in Xunzhou, and it's midsummer in Masang.The ghost country is still an endless night, and the stars hang high in the vault, bright and dark, like pupils blinking and blinking.The chirping of cicadas was muted, and the chirping of frogs sounded.Baili Cassia marched towards the glazed pagoda, his buckskin boots were soaked in wet mud, rotten leaves stuck to the soles of his feet, and the quiet wilderness opened its dark embrace to him.

Passing by one after another of the dilapidated old villages, the dark earthen walls are covered with dense ivy.Some windows were lit up, and there seemed to be unknown ghosts standing blankly behind the buttery window paper.He saw the thousand-eyed guards whom he had bullied, and also saw many Xianmen Erlang who were trapped in the Yinmu village and could not survive.Either angry, or sad.The wind blows gently, and there seems to be a song on the pond. The dead woman in clothes is standing quietly beside the big tub, her translucent body reflecting the halo of the waves.In Yinmu Village, under the tree and by the river, countless ghosts watched him trek forward.

It has been 500 years, and all the damned and the undeserving are dead.He walked through the wild roads of Ma Sangxiu in the past. Jialin's war horses once stepped on these flat stone slabs, and the leaders of various villages went to Wangzhai to offer their year's harvest through here.Now the road is covered by fallen leaves, and the straggling vines twist and shade people.He stepped on withered vines and walked into the rushing valley.

In the years before he was born, Uncle A used to build a small courtyard here. Every day, there was an endless stream of people who came to ask for a doctor. Some were sick, most of them were not sick. Father who dried medicinal herbs in the cheng.He continued to move forward, the leaves fluttered desolately in the breeze, and the decayed crossbar blocked the way.Father once knelt down here to put on silk shoes for a naive Masang girl.From then on, on the girl's brows and heart, there was a Tsing Yi man with bright eyes and kind eyes.

The starlight has the color of nostalgia, dyed with layers of uneven vegetation and stone leaves.In a trance, Baili Jueming seemed to see many illusory phantoms.Memories are like swamps where fallen leaves rot, these pasts are buried in the depths of the swamp, like stars abandoned by heaven and earth.He stopped, and under the glazed pagoda, the once proud and beautiful Marsang goddess stood alone among the fallen leaves with her black hair covering her face.Her red dress has long been tattered, and the sleeves of the skirt have been cut to pieces.The tattered dress could barely cover her thin arms, and the pale bones seemed to be sharp.

"Mum, I'm back." Baili Jueming said softly.

Baili Jueming walked over, and Alana showed him a dead vine, and she tied it between two trees, turning it into a small swing.

Alanna said: "Mother plays with... Linger... not alone."

Her words were intermittent, and Baili Jue knew that her sanity would soon be wiped out by endless hunger.

He began to imagine the long time of his grandmother, sleeping forever in life, lost in frenzy after death, how to endure and endure her endless life?

"Do you want to watch the fireworks?" Baili Jueming asked.

Alanna remained silent and did not answer.

Baili Jueming didn't know if she heard his question, maybe she deliberately didn't answer, maybe her mind was on the verge of dying out, and she had lost the ability to think.

It doesn't matter, Baili Jueming helped her decide: "I'll show it to you. I learned it after studying with my uncle for a long time. Can you wait for me here? I'll climb up to the glazed pagoda and put more on a high place." nice."

Baili Jueming pointed to the glazed tower, and Alanna looked up in the direction he pointed.

"I'm going to climb, you wait for me."

Alan understood this time, and obediently replied: "Alright... be careful... wrestling..."

Baili Jueming tightened the knife belt on the back of his shoulders, and Jiushihe was on his back.He entered the tower, went up to the ninth floor, leaned out on the window sill, and reached up to the brackets on the eaves.The wind was whistling in my ears, Alana was standing under the tower, her black hair covering her face could not hide her following eyes.Baili Jueming hooked the bucket arch and swung it vigorously, while the other hand grabbed the protruding cornice.With no support under his feet, he was completely in the wind.When he was six years old, before he died, the high wind made him happy, as if the next moment he would follow the birds in the sky to come and go freely.Only later did he realize that he was the favored son of Bailishi, and he was born wearing shackles.

He climbed up the eaves, climbed up the ridge of the highest part of the glazed tower, and came to the top of the tower.He looked back, everything in the world dwarfed, the eternal night was vast and boundless, and the stars were twinkling above his head, as if he could pick one off as soon as he stretched out his hand.He discerned the direction of Jiang Zuo, looking for Wei at the end of the sky.

It's over, it's all over.Marsang's suffering, Alanna's long years, everything must come to an end.

He remembered asking thousands of ghosts how to end his mother's suffering?

They replied: cut off the fetters, return the flesh and blood, and cross all calamities by themselves.

Alanna of Marsang was trapped in the glazed pagoda for 1000 years.When she finally made up her mind to escape and ran towards the mountains and rivers in her mind, Baochen Mountain blocked her pace again.Uncle sent her away with ten tricks, but her child fell into a deep well and died unexpectedly.Throughout her life, she never escaped from the prison.When she died, the ghost country was imprisoned, and she was lost in the maze she created and never escaped.

Marsan is dead.Baochen Mountain is gone.Father and uncle, everything is a thing of the past.Only the little spirit boy, himself, is the last bondage of Grandma.When he gave back his flesh and blood, when he killed himself with nine deaths, and when the bond between them disappeared, Alanna could be freed.

He took Jiushie off the knife belt, and the black scabbard restrained all starlight.He drew the knife out of its sheath, the wind blew away his forehead hair, and the blade of the knife reflected the six-petaled lotus between his eyebrows.He slowly put the knife across his neck, and the cold blade touched his skin.

"Ling'er, have you really thought about it?" He recalled his father's reminder, "Flesh and blood will be returned, not only blood and flesh, but also the spiritual power of your life. Once the spiritual power is broken, the soul will be scattered. You will sacrifice Everything you have can fill your mother's endless hunger, help her regain her sanity and get relief."

He understood that this was a sacrifice, that he was his mother's last sacrifice.

Therefore, he will not have another rebirth, no matter how hard he searches, he will never find a child with six-petaled lotus between his eyebrows.He must be brave. He is Alanna's child and Xie Xunwei's master. He bears the pain and expectations of so many people on his shoulders.He had to live bravely for them, and he had to die bravely for them.

He smiled softly, he can't let the person who loves him lose face.

"Ling'er!" Alanna's call sounded from under the tower.

He lowered his head, she saw him draw the knife, she was flustered.

"Don't be afraid, mother." He shouted at Alan, "You will be reincarnated in the next life, be sure to reincarnate! Don't be a Masang goddess anymore, and don't meet your father again. Your son and I will be lawless for the rest of our lives , Just this once! You are going to be a free Alana, do you hear me!"

With all his strength, Nine Deaths cut into the side of his neck and throat, and hot blood flew out.In a trance, he heard a clang, as if the last thin string was broken, and the invisible bond between him and his mother disappeared.

"Ling'er—"

His mother was calling him, and he remembered that when he was six years old, he walked into the dark waterway of West Nanda, and his mother called him like this.The call sounded far away, and the wind blew to his ears erratically.He had run out of strength and could no longer respond.The spiritual power of his life was scattered from the wound, drifting wantonly in the wind, like stars falling down, and like little fireflies flying around.

Give back the flesh and blood, give back the spiritual power, everything you gave me, I will give you back.

From now on, you are no longer Masang's celestial daughter, nor Bailidu's wife, Baochen Mountain's mistress, nor the little spirit boy's mother.

You are Alana.

You are yourself.

Jiushihe fell from his hands, he leaned back and fell into Changfeng.With the wind blowing in his ears, he was like a floating lotus petal, without any support.It seems to be back to falling into a dry well when I was six years old, falling, falling again. It has been 500 years, and the journey of this fall is so long.But this time, his descent has come to an end.

The spiritual power was completely disintegrated, and the long wind swept across his body. His flesh and bones split into countless red lights.Those spots of spiritual power flying into the wind also bulged and bloomed, and countless dazzling lotus flowers bloomed, floating with the wind, rising and falling.

Alanna wept bitterly, raised his hand, and caught the largest bunch of lotus flowers.Her child was gone, and only the soft light of the lotus was left, illuminating her mournful cheeks.Her tall, thin and deformed body began to shatter and collapse, and the ghosts swallowed by her and imprisoned in her body for hundreds of years poured out one after another, and black air overflowed, flowing out in all directions like a tide.When the black mist dissipated, countless ghosts with different faces stood up from under the trees in the forest. Lian, supporting each other, walked into the distance.

Eternal Night was shattered, and the Kingdom of Ghosts collapsed.The light of the setting sun shone down from the sky, and Alanna, who was restored to his original state, knelt under the pagoda, holding the red lotus in his arms.A hand was stretched out to her, she raised her head in a daze, it was brother, it was Baili Cassia.

"Ling'er is dead," she said.

"Look," he pointed to the sky, "he turned back into a lotus flower."

The red glow seemed to burn half of the sky red with a destructive flame, and at the end of the red glow, a huge red lotus bloomed.The magnificent and miraculous scene is like the day when the little spirit boy was born, the red lotus was in full bloom, the sky and the earth were all red, as if a solemn light enveloped the world.

"Let's go," Baili Jueming said, "Alanna."

Alanna stood up, holding Honglian in her arms, and walked towards the sunset together with Baili Jueming.The red lotus transformed from spiritual power fluttered along the wind and flowed along the river, and the fierce spirit of Yinmu Village walked out of the gate for the first time to catch those floating flowers.The lotus flew farther away, and descended silently in West Nanda. The evil monster hiding in the darkness was illuminated by the light and gradually evaporated.Lishui, ghosts and relatives depend on each other, looking at the clouds and red lotus in the sky, the ghosts close their eyes and walk into the real death.

In Xunzhou Bieye, Xie Cenguan sat in the pavilion, seeing the colorful flowers and rain under the red glow, Xie Xunwei walked slowly with a sky-blue oil-paper umbrella.

"Your master is too fast, I'm not ready yet." Xie Cenguan laughed.

Xie Xun slightly closed his umbrella, sat beside him, and watched the flower rain and red lotus together with him.

"Call me Father." Xie Cenguan said.

Xie Xun smiled gently, tears slowly falling.

"Father," he said, "Take care all the way."

Xie Cen closed his upper eyes and smiled quietly.

The sky and the earth are silent, and the flowers and rain fall to the ground without any sound, just like the death of a person, without a sound.All the ghosts were transformed, including Xie Xunwei's ghost attendant, Xie Xunwei finally had a shadow again.He accompanied the dead ghosts, alone, staring at the endless rain of flowers alone.Gradually, the rain stopped, the sky was full of red clouds, and everything was settled.