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Ji Xin buried Ji Mo outside Langri City, not far from where they watched the sunrise, and his son Ji Feng was also doing this with him. The grown-up son also has the strength to After being ordered, the two of them worked together to bury the person and compacted the soil. In the coming year, lush grass may also grow here.

"What do you say when you go back?"

Ji Feng asked him, still a little confused.

Ji Xin didn't answer his question, he was still here, standing here, looking at Langri City under the dusk from this angle, those words of Ji Mo before his death suddenly became extremely clear, as clear as if they were in his mind Play back continuously.

"He has been weird since he was a child. He never liked the things that children like. After getting that male slave, he was much happier. Afterwards, he plunged into sculpture and insisted on becoming a sculptor... a sculptor, a sculptor What good is a craftsman, if you want to be a slave to others?"

There was a hint of sarcasm hidden in Ji Xin's calm tone, "I followed a slave to the big tribe, and I haven't seen him back for many years. This is him. From a small monster to an adult, I have never understood what he was thinking. Yesterday, he Tell me that this place will be covered by fire in a hundred years, I don’t believe him, and then he died suddenly, so suddenly, this must be God’s punishment, he said something that shouldn’t be said.”

Looking back at Ji Feng, Ji Feng only knew about such a thing, and he was a little suspicious in his shock. Anyone can see the prosperity of Langri City, so how could there be a sudden fire?On the grassland, except for the dry grass season, it is convenient to start a fire. At other times, it is not so easy to start a big fire without firewood.

How big should a fire be to cover a city?

Like the Arabian Nights.

"I'll only say this once, and I won't say it again in the future. Just remember. He shouldn't tell lies. He never tells lies."

Patting his son on the shoulder, looking at the slightly raised slope, Ji Xin greeted, "Come on, run around twice!"

Two horses, two people, back and forth let the horses trample here, and the raised part was trampled and compacted. In the end, no one could see the trace.

Three years later, Ji's mother passed away. When she was dying, only her eldest son and his family were by her side. She took Ji Xin's hand and said, "Just bury me in this yard, under that peach tree. Your brother ...he hasn't come home yet."

The feeble words were extraordinarily long, each word seemed to be her last breath, her eyes looked at the elder son, but then penetrated the elder son, and looked at the miniature of the sky behind him, the Western Buddha Kingdom, she was actually Never knew he'd like it there, silly boy, not even a liar.

"Take him home, home..."

A weak voice was asking, but Ji Xin's hand was relaxed, and under the loose skin, the strength collapsed.

"Mother—mother—mother—"

Ji Xin was devastated. The tall man seemed to have shrunk at this moment, shrunk by more than a circle. He shrank by the bed, holding Ji's mother's hand and refused to let go. , Those childhood scenes, the scenes that I thought I was tired of and forgotten, resurfaced, mother, mother, how can you be willing to let go?

There is a peach tree in the yard, which was carefully cultivated from the peach branches brought from the south, not only in Ji Mo’s yard, but also in Ji Xin’s yard. The peach tree in the pot is divided into two branches , planted across the wall, also like brothers.

About to the north, the water and soil are not acclimatized. When the peach tree blooms, the result is unpalatable, small and astringent. It makes people wonder if Mother Ji has overly beautified the taste of peaches in her memories, but it is so astringent. Unpalatable peaches can also be pickled into sweet and sour preserved fruit, but sugar is always harder to find than salt, and preserved fruit is also extremely precious and rarely available.

Ji Xin took his son to dig a pit under the peach tree. They were both familiar with each other. The corpse wrapped in leather was sent into the pit, and a small leather bag was put down together. The corpse of Ji Mo that came out.

When the bone was put down, Ji Xin took a piece from his toe bone, and Ji Feng looked at him puzzled: "Father?"

"Isn't the Buddhist doctor who came with Princess Asang going back? Tell him to take this back." Ji Xin handed the toe bone to his son, "He said he was going to the Western Buddhist Kingdom."

This "he" refers to Ji Mo.

"Yes." Ji Feng agreed.

People on the prairie don't pay attention to burrowing into the soil for safety, and they are born to live after water and grass. If they stay in one place after death, they seem to be tired.Their bones, if loved ones don’t give up, can be used as souvenirs, and the bones are carefully carved into bone flutes. The original music, the sound of whimpering, is like the heartbeat of loved ones. .

But Ji Xin understands better what is important in the south where Ji's mother lives. He has heard what Ji's mother said before, and he has written it down, so that he can bury Ji Mo. But, Ji Mo's wish, if he can't go, let him go. Let's go to the toe bone, so, also when he really set foot in that western Buddhist country.

Ji Xin, who was hailed as a straight steel man by Ji Mo, never understood that excuses were not his intentions. The grief that he thought he had calmed down reverberated in his heart with the death of Ji's mother. He couldn't bear it for a while, and just wanted to use this way Satisfying my younger brother's wishes and comforting my own heart.

Ji Feng sent the toe bone to the Buddhist doctor, and he specially found a small wooden box to store it. It was made by Ji Mo for him when he was a child, and now he used it to store his own bones.

"My uncle always wanted to go to the Western Buddhist kingdom, but he couldn't do it when he was alive. My father said, let his bone go instead."

Bai Shengsheng's bones lay quietly in the small wooden box. For a while, it was difficult to see where the bones were. The Buddhist doctor said the Buddha's name, accepted it with a smile, and asked, "How do you know he didn't go? People who believe in Buddhism will With the blessing of the Buddha, he must have been in the Western Paradise."

Some mysterious words can still fool people, Ji Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard these words, the little uncle is a bit eccentric, but he treats people very well, and he also hopes that he can fulfill his wish.

When the team of Buddhist doctors left the city, Ji Xin watched from the top of the city, watching the team drift away, as if he saw Ji Mo's journey, that time, maybe he should have sent him away like this, no A night of heart-to-heart talks outside the city, without looking back at the beauty of the sunrise, just like that, the two horses walked together to see him off, into the world that is said to be bliss.

The thread that was fluttering and helpless seems to have finally found a knot, and tied a knot in that vague place, there is no need to return, and there is no need to let him see it, just like that, let him see that the thread is held together, It seems that someone is holding onto and waiting at that end, and watching it will make people feel comforted.

"Father, I have sent you away."

Ji Feng, who went to see the Buddhist doctor off, came back and came to Ji Xin's side. He also looked at the direction of the team, but he could no longer see it. King Lange sent someone to escort him. This line will not go out. No matter what the problem, perhaps, they will also strengthen ties with the Western Buddhist Kingdom, which is said to be a very good place.

Langri City is getting stronger and stronger.

When Ji Xin passed away, his wife was old but still healthy. He looked at his wife and son, and told them: "Just bury me under that peach tree. You go, go to the Western Buddhist Kingdom, where there is stability !"

His tone was firm and unquestionable, and his wife, who could usually refute him a few words, didn't say a word. She had already learned what Ji Mo left behind from her son. Similarly, she didn't believe in any heavenly fire, but Ji Mo's death was really serious. Inexplicably, she also delivered food to them that day, knowing that both of them were equally healthy, she still remembered Ji Mo's smile, a smile that couldn't see a trace of haze.

That shouldn't be the smile a dying person would have.

Maybe, it's really God's punishment.

Out of such concerns, she didn't dare to tell others the news, just like Ji Xin didn't tell King Lange, they were unwilling to meet the unpredictable divine punishment.

At this time, the King of Lange that Ji Xin followed was long gone. Because of his prestige, his son inherited the title of "King of Lange" after he became king. The new Lange King.

Many people who don't know think that King Lange has always been the same as before, allowing him to continue the reputation of King Lange and become an unfailing banner on the grassland.

Langri City has expanded again, and all the rules have been gradually completed. Ji Xin's family, who had planned to leave a long time ago, is not very famous after Ji Xin, and Ji Feng has never held any important job. When he left, almost no one stayed.

A family, a small team, set off with another team to the western Buddhist kingdom. During the long road, they repelled the looters and exchanged more goods. Unknowingly In the meantime, the passage between Langri City and the Western Buddha Kingdom has become a trade route.

A wider world opened up accordingly. Even when he saw that the so-called Paradise of Paradise was not as beautiful as he had imagined, Ji Feng did not regret it, and settled down with his family. This place may not be as good as Langri City, but it is another place. A new atmosphere.

He also saw the Buddhist doctor back then, and was told by him the whereabouts of the toe bone, which was enshrined in the pagoda and became the retribution of a devout Buddhist.

The temple is still different, and it will give people a sense of peace and tranquility. After burning a stick of incense in it, Ji Feng groaned and said the century-old prophecy. It was something he was full of awe and could not believe. Give pointers, don't worry about it anymore.

The Buddhist doctor, who was so old that he couldn't even open his eyes, was kind-hearted. When he heard such a thing, he also had doubts, but he didn't show it. Instead, he said: "There are still 50 years, let's just wait and see. No, the people behind will always be able to see it."

50 years later, the sky fire that arrived as scheduled destroyed Langri City, and the news was delayed for another year when it was sent back to the Buddhist kingdom. Qi, have come to pay homage.

The old Buddhist doctor who has passed away became famous because of this. He himself never thought that such a leisurely record, which was regarded as an interesting incident and the words left by his disciples, could become an opportunity to become famous for himself, which added another layer of faith. layer of mystery.

At this time, Ji Feng had passed away long ago, and the children left by the Ji family here still remembered the words of their ancestors, seeing the facts as expected, silently awed in their hearts, and became more devout in their beliefs. When they went to temples to offer incense, they would also Be even more respectful at the stupa.