Doe

Mu Zhishen pushed open the door of Mu's house, and the bleak wind hit him, making his whole body cool.The fallen leaves are all over the steps, and it can be seen that no one has cleaned it for a long time.The wind suddenly picked up, and the withered and yellow leaves rolled up in the wind, like little butterflies who lost their way.He hasn't been back to this house for a long time, Mu's castle has been reduced to a ghost town, and the villa built by his father to his grandfather has become the new house of Mu's family.He spent his time here from the age of 12 to 22, until the establishment of the sect in Tiandu Mountain, he was selected as the top rank of the sect, lived on the mountain for a long time, and lived alone.

Looking at the wind in the courtyard, he felt a little strange, and after thinking for a while, he remembered which way to go to his grandfather's courtyard.Follow the chaoshou corridor into the courtyard, there is no one along the way.Xie Xunwei said that he had been in a coma for the past few days, and his grandfather dismissed the servants day by day, and now the family has only half of the original population.

After coming out of Mujiabao, he recuperated in the mansion Xie Xunwei bought under the name of Shi Wunian.The Mu Family Ghost Domain was destroyed, and the ruins of the Mu Family Fort were handed over to Xie Xunwei. Even the children of the Mu Family were not allowed to enter. Grandpa acquiesced to his actions without further interference.Cleaning up the ruins is a big project, Xie Xunwei hired a large number of peasants to dig out the iron wooden boxes buried in the ground.Mu Zhishen was not interested in those things, and when he woke up, he stared at the hibiscus in the garden in a daze.It is said that the second wife of the Yu family stayed by his bed for two days and went to retreat before he woke up.When he woke up, Xie Xunwei handed him his father's notes, and he finally knew the whole story of the tragedy for the first time.

He didn't know how to face the old man who was dying. There were too many questions in this world that had no answers.

Grandpa sent someone to the door yesterday and asked him to go home.

"The old lord said that it will be the last time you go home." The servant who came to deliver the message said.

He sat on the railing alone for the whole night, and finally came back here.He thought he didn't have to say anything, since he didn't talk much in the past anyway.

It was deserted all the way, and the shriveled leaves creaked under the feet.The bright lamps on the lamp bases were all extinguished without anyone refueling them, like clusters of withered pomegranates.He seemed to be the only one in the quiet mansion. He walked in the corridor covered with dead leaves flying in the autumn wind, entered the waist door, and walked through the path paved with bluestone slabs. The moss was also withered and turned into a withered yellow color.He climbed up the steps and arrived at the door of his grandfather's bedroom.He didn't knock on the door, and didn't go in. He stood in front of the lacquered Tonghua door and stood silently for a long time.

No sound could be heard, and the mansion looked like a deserted tomb.

He knew he didn't have to go in, the old man's withered and emaciated shadow was reflected on the lantern brocade lattice flowers covered in soft smoke.Through the door, he looked at the shadow, whose feet were dangling in the air, and a rope was tied around its neck, leading to the beam of the house.The shadow doesn't sway, just hangs there quietly.It's really scary. It turns out that this is what happens when a person dies. He loses his vigor and spirit, leaving his whole body like a waste product abandoned by the heavens.

This was indeed the last time he went home, and Grandpa told him to come back to collect the body.

He turned around, sat down on the steps, and put the knife by his side.The wind is blowing again, and the cold air smells of autumn frost.He looked at the cold leaves and the bald young trees in the yard, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.But in just a few days, he lost the person he missed and the person he hated.He only thought about reunion, but in the end he was left alone.

"Aren't you going in?" Xie Xunwei walked to him, "The corpse has been hanging for too long, it's hard to take it down."

Mu Zhishen shook his head, "Did he keep anything?"

"If you're talking about a suicide note or something, no, he didn't leave a single word." Xie Xun said slightly, "Your Mu family's land deed and land deed are placed at his feet, and his own shroud is on his bed. He puts it on."

Mu Zhishen didn't speak anymore, Qiu Shuang's coolness spread out in his heart, spread upwards, sealed his throat, and he didn't want to speak again.In fact, grandpa didn't have to choose to die at all. Even if he made a big mistake, he was still Mu Zhishen's grandfather. Mu Zhishen would support him until his old age, and when he died, he would wear mourning clothes for him, throw tiles and hold a spirit.Mu Zhishen is a dull person, if he likes someone or hates someone, his expression will not change much.They can maintain the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren on the surface. He still seldom goes home, and grandpa still spends the last time of his life guarding the huge family business.

After all, grandpa is his last relative, the only relative.

However, like him, Grandpa didn't know what to say and what to do face to face.So this young mischievous, middle-aged old man chose to leave. He has always been cowardly, and his whole life has passed. He doesn't have to learn to be brave at the last moment.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Mu Zhishen asked.

"Have."

"Hold on."

Mu Zhishen stood up, pushed open the door of the dormitory, moved a stool to stand on it, and took down his grandfather's body.He carried the corpse on the bed, fetched a bucket of water from the well, and cleaned the old man.Not long after the old man died, his flesh was still soft, but his face was already sallow.The living and the dead are actually very easy to distinguish. The book says that a person who dies peacefully is like falling asleep. That is all a lie.When a person completely loses heartbeat and breathing, you can tell at a glance that he has left.

Mu Zhishen put on the shroud for his grandfather, put on the black cloth shoes with white bottoms, and tied the old man's feet with a hemp rope.This is the rule of funerals in Xianmen. If the corpse changes violently and his feet are tied, he will not be able to get up.Finally, he took out a white cloth from the cupboard and covered the old man's body.Mu Pingwu prepared all the funeral supplies, and the shroud was cut just right according to his own size, so Mu Zhishen didn't need to buy anything else.

Mu Zhishen kowtowed three times to the corpse, exited the bedroom, and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" He asked Xie Xunwei.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time," Xie Xunwei handed him an octagonal bronze mirror, "but I really need some objective and sober opinions. I don't have many friends, especially those who are mature and easy-to-use. After thinking about it , it’s most appropriate to ask you. Look at the record in the mirror and tell me your impression of the person in the mirror.”

What Xie Xunwei gave him was the octagonal bronze mirror that Baili Jueming left behind when he was alive. Xie Xunwei opened the bronze mirror, and a man with a handsome face appeared in the mirror, the flame in his palm was bright and compelling.Mu Zhishen read the record completely and returned the mirror to Xie Xunwei.

"How is it? Can you guess who he is?" Xie Xun asked slightly.

"Baili Cassia." Mu Zhishen replied, "I didn't guess, I met your master when I was 12 years old."

Xie Xun smiled, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Mu Zhishen lowered his eyes and looked at the man who spoke in the mirror, "He knew that he was dead, so he left a last message before leaving. He suffered many injuries, and his right calf bone was broken once. Healed, but his walking posture is still slightly affected. He should not be very good at talking to others. After talking in the mirror for so long, every sentence is very smooth, and the cause and effect are clearly explained. It should be pre-typed He has prepared a draft and rehearsed it many times. He has been preparing for this matter for a long time, and he is actually worried about handing over the rest to Grandmaster Wudu to complete, but there is nothing he can do."

Xie Xunwei shook his head slowly, "These are not what I want."

"Also, he seems to be..." Mu Zhishen said softly, "Very lonely."

"Oh?"

"Did you see the strap on his wrist?" Mu Zhishen pointed to the mirror.

Xie Xun lowered his head slightly, only to find that the former Baili Jueming had a thin black and red belt tied around his wrist.The candlelight was too dim, Xie Xunwei didn't notice it before.

"His clothes are very rough, and the threads are not buried carefully, but this belt is very delicate, so it must not be sewn by him." Mu Zhishen said, "The red part is satin, and the black part is hair. According to the craftsmanship From the perspective of exquisiteness, it is very likely that this was given to him by a woman. This woman loves her hair very much. Her hair is of good texture, smooth and shiny. She must have spent a lot of time maintaining it. But she is willing to put herself cut off her hair, braided it into a bracelet, and gave it to your master. Your master misses her very much, misses her very much. When he was talking to the mirror, he kept touching the strap unconsciously. He was thinking about that woman, Mu Zhishen paused and said, "But he will never see her again."

Xie Xun frowned deeply, "I'll never see her again..."

"Because your master decided to die," Mu Zhishen said flatly, "If that woman was still alive, he would not choose to leave."

A mysterious strange woman, a plan that has been carefully planned and prepared for hundreds of years... Xie Xunwei held the bronze mirror and pondered. He stayed with the master on Baochen Mountain for eight years, and he had never seen the red string on the master's wrist. .If everything was arranged by Master himself, why did he let himself forget the past and leave a bronze mirror to remind him what to do next?

There was a feeling of being cheated, and Xie Xunwei felt that something was wrong.

Mu Pingwu obviously left a bronze mirror in the bunker, but that mirror disappeared.After Mu's Fort became a ghost town, apart from Mu Pingwu's subordinates, only Grandpa Wudu had been there.There is only one possibility, Grandpa Wudu took away the bronze mirror.

Although I haven't seen the bronze mirror, but based on the information from all sources, the things recorded in the mirror can probably be inferred——

After the master came out from the virtual door, he was seriously injured, and he had little time left, so he had to find a suitable place to take the "Old Material Fragrance".He chose the Mu family bunker, closed the Qianjin gate, and took medicine to transform the ghost.The bronze mirror arranged by Mu Pingwu recorded the process of Shizun taking the medicine. That old guy didn't know the effect of "Lao Cai Xiang", and probably didn't really understand what Shizun was doing.He probably thought that it was the elixir brought out from Xi'an Tuo, and after taking it, his master turned from a serious injury to a living creature. Mu Pingwu coveted the secret art of Masang and the magic medicine, so he tried every means to open the black coffin.

Master came out from Xumen and was witnessed by many people. Jiang Zuo's rumors spread faster than the wind. At that time, many people must have known about it and knew that Master's life was not long.However, Master has become a ghost, so naturally he will not die again.In order to cover up the truth about Master's death, and also to conceal the matter of the black coffin and Xi Nanda, Master gave silver needles to all the people over fifty in Xianmen.

All the joints are smooth, but Xie Xunwei always feels that there is something wrong, as if a fishbone is stuck in his throat, which makes people suffer.

"There is a very strange detail." Mu Zhishen said.

Xie Xunwei looked at him.

"Your master called the great master his elder brother before he was alive. Did he call the great master like this after his death?"

No.Xie Xunwei's eyes shrunk slightly, and he had noticed this a long time ago. Master is an unruly person, and he doesn't care about etiquette. He has never called Grandpa Wudu like this before.Besides, even if you use the honorific title, Grandpa Wudu is Shizun's senior brother, so Shizun should say "senior brother".

As if the corner of a giant whale was sticking out of the sea, a terrifying guess slowly floated up in Xie Xunwei's heart.

There is a big difference between Master's life and death, calling Grandpa Wudu and elder brother, they are obviously siblings, but Grandpa Wudu doesn't seem to tell Master after death this.During his lifetime, Baili Jue Ming had no plans to spare, he was careful at every step, and he was very ruthless in his actions.His indifferent and resolute appearance when he spoke was not at all like the arrogant and arrogant master now.

"You have the same feeling as me, don't you?" Xie Xun lowered his eyebrows slightly, gently rubbing the mottled mirror surface.

"good."

Baili Jueming in life and Baili Jueming in death certainly have similarities, they are both rebellious and defiant.However, the deceased Shizun had a heartless heart and acted perversely. He could be said to be arrogant, and he didn't seem like a person who could plan the overall situation and follow every step.During these years of getting along with Master, Xie Xunwei always felt that Master should not go through human affairs much during his lifetime, which is why he always trusts others so easily.

If facing Baili Jueming from before his death, how could Xie Xunwei play three roles at the same time under his sharp gaze?

Even if he loses his memory, can a person undergo such an earth-shaking change?

What's more, losing memory itself is a huge doubt.

"You guessed it?" Mu Zhishen asked.

"Ah."

They looked at each other, and the clear and cold wind swept through the small courtyard like a barren mound.

Xie Xun nodded slightly and smiled, and said slowly: "The Baili Jueming who was alive is not the same person as the master who is dead."

He finally understood what Wudu and that Baili Jueming were hiding. In that night of terror in the immortal sect, that night when Mu Pingwu tried to spy on the secret, Baili Jueming swallowed the old material incense and turned into a ghost. He and Wududu gave silver needles to hundreds of immortal sects, and revised all the records of him in the history of all Taoist sects. He not only wanted to cover up his death, but also erased his former self to make everyone believe that the current Baili Cassia It is the real Baili Cassia.

After making all these preparations, he left his physical body.Another ghost entered his body and became the new Baili Cassia.

It turned out that everything finally became clear.Xie Xunwei opened an azure oil-paper umbrella to cover the increasingly dazzling sunlight.

Old problems were solved and new ones surfaced.

Where is the real Baili Cassia?

Now who is the idiot Shizun who is in the house where Shiwu is studying and still can't get out of bed?