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[Please select the time, 50 years, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years...]

"50."

The moment the soul leaves the body, all external senses are gone. This is a brand new perspective, as if there are more possible perspectives. Ji Mo looked down here, and when he swooped down, he seemed to see himself The scene when he died, those people arranged for the funeral, and his little disciple, acting as a filial son, led the way.

"In a blink of an eye, it's been so long."

"The disciples are all so old!"

"In this whole life, like his master, why don't you marry a wife, at least leave an heir!"

The whispers of the villagers were mixed with some gossip, and Ji Mo's previous background and the status of that scumbag father were also talked about.

Ji Mo was a little unhappy to hear it. His life, the life of the tomb keeper, was not considered good by many people. He had no wife and children all his life, and lived alone. Many people who are trapped in family conflicts have countless senses of superiority.

I don't know if the scumbag feels the same way.

Probably not.

Many things in this world are like this. You think that if he treats you badly, there will always be retribution, and you will definitely not have a good life in the future, but in fact, he is doing well.

You think that he will regret losing you in the future, and maybe he will ask you to recognize his ancestors again so that he can inherit his family business. Even if he asks you to provide for him in the old age, it seems to be a kind of resignation and surrender, so that people can calm down The heart knot of the first half of my life.

But in fact, people don't need it at all.

——As if I forgot that you ever existed, I am living a very good life.

This is somewhat unsatisfactory, thinking that Ge Shan used to worry that Ji Mo would be recognized and wanted to be recognized, but now it seems that his worries are all in vain.

A few words in a hurry, unable to get an overview of the whole picture, I don't know how good the scumbag's life is, but Ji Mo's "happy funeral" is very lively. It seems that there are few such big gatherings in the village, and everyone is chattering, trying to communicate with other people Information is exchanged.

That's it.

Do not read.

Ji Mo restrained his mind, and stopped trying to listen to the content of those whispers. Feeling the freedom of the soul, he plunged into the cracks of time, looking for a node where he could poke his head out and see the outside world...

50 years later.

Misty rain is coming, and every time it rains, the wind will be more cool. On the mountain top filled with wind and rain, the leaves sway silently, and the raindrops roll down after a delay, as if mixed with a layer of refreshing leaves. , add some coolness to the summer.

Most of the tombstones are made of stone. After being washed by the rain, they look very new, and even the handwriting that has been worn by the wind and rain is a little hazy.

If you look closely, the stone tablets are not a forest of inscriptions, but tombstones. The small graves behind the tombstones are always a bit low due to water and soil erosion over time, and some of them are even parallel to the ups and downs of the mountains. , I can't tell it's a tomb, but I still remember the name on the tombstone, the date of birth and death, and the dead are buried under it.

Knowing this, looking at the past again, in the rainy day, it is like a basin of cold water under the scorching sun, refreshing and refreshing.

Countless ghosts crying, it seems that they can be seen and heard in the sound of rain.

But in fact, they are just tombs, scattered among the trees, seemingly dense, but also orderly tombs.

Under the mountain, on a gentle place, beside the path, a lonely small courtyard is located there like a checkpoint guarding the main road. The front is guarding the path leading to the cemetery on the mountain. Behind the courtyard is a neat row of walls. Afterwards, there were three solitary tombs arranged in sequence.

The three tombs are very neat in size, and they look like a family at first glance. They are neat and tidy. Compared with the tombs of various sizes in the mountains, the three tombs are all about the same size, except for the slightly different materials of the stone tablets. There is no difference except that the text is different.

On the stone tablet, the one with the most words is the last one, and there are many words on the back of the stone tablet. Every time I walk out of the yard, I can see the tomb for the first time.

"Master, I'm here to see you again."

The old man with white hair and about 80 to [-] years old was helped by a young man to walk over. His eyebrows were stretched and he looked very kind.

He came to the last stele and spoke to the stele. Amidst the sound of rustling rain, the old voice seemed to be a little hoarse, as if the memory of the past could no longer carry his feelings. At the end of the period, when the flood cleared, there was still energy left, but it was difficult for the remaining energy to become a flood.

Taotao becomes gurgling, and the gurgling is intermittent.

There are some snacks and eggs in the bamboo basket. The dim sum is not a rare style. It is homemade. It looks a bit cold and hard, but it is real. It is stuffed with red dates and the like, a little bright red Embellished on it, it looks a little more beautiful and elegant, which complements the breath in the rain.

An unopened oil-paper umbrella was opened at this time, as if for the sake of the snacks in the bamboo basket, not wanting them to be exposed to the rain, and as if to give a little shelter to the tombstone, even though this umbrella is not actually able to serve Tombstones cover the rain, with umbrellas and without umbrellas, there are two feelings.

You ask the snowman in the scarf, is it cold or not?

As long as you see the existence of the umbrella, even if it is not covered by the umbrella, it is still exposed in the rain, but somewhere in your heart, you can still feel the warmth.

Thinking like this, Ji Mo looked at the white-headed old man and thought, is this his little disciple?I can't tell, he really is a long-lived person.

I just don't know who this young man is. The two of them came out of the courtyard together. Could it be that they are the disciples they have accepted again?

"Father, it's raining and the ground is slippery, and the fire is not easy to burn, so we should go back earlier."

That's what the young man said to the old man.

The sound of "Father" shocked Ji Mo. This is... the little disciple married a wife and had children?

Curious in his heart, he waited until the two of them went back, and he passed through the wall directly, and went directly to the courtyard wall to see the scene inside.

Sure enough, there is a female relative.

It was not completely dark, and the lamp was not lit. The opened window left only a narrow gap, but it happened to be able to see the side face of the woman who was mending clothes with the light outside by the window, with her head down. , if there is a bit of beauty.

Only that age, oh, the wife of a young man!

Thinking this way, Ji Mo didn't have any thoughts about the little disciple changing the rules. The tomb guard didn't say that he must be alone until he grows old. Having children is also someone's job.

However, Ge Shan probably never thought that one day this small courtyard would be so full of the warmth of home.

After a while, the crying of the baby came, and the yelling of the child, the noise from life, made this rainy day lively, and the bleakness outside was a little less.

The woman's scolding, the man's scolding, regardless of the companion tombs outside this yard, this place is like the scene in any ordinary farmyard in the village.

They will also be troubled by the shortage of housing, they will also scold their children for being disobedient, they will also be dissatisfied with their wives who always persuade them kindly, and they will apologize for their father's scolding... There are even more ignorant children who only know Crying, use crying to accompany the sound of rain.

Since then, Yishan Youjing has fallen into the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals.

Ji Mo only listened for a while, and he didn't want to listen to the short daily affairs of those parents. He went directly outside the courtyard and looked at the tombs on that mountain. Those were there 50 years ago, and those were added in the past 50 years. There is the burial place pointed out by the Taoist, and now there are a few more graves, which look good.

It's just that there are more tombs in the mountains, so the former "Qi Gathering Formation" can no longer be seen. Ji Mo frowned slightly. Although he didn't really believe in the function of the Qi Gathering Formation, the existence of this formation was for the little disciples. As I said before, the other party failed to maintain it, and made it into the current "messy" appearance, after all, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

50 years, only 50 years, is it impossible to maintain it?

In Ji Mo's view, compared to the big change of marrying a wife and having children, this change really shows that people's mind is no longer here, so what about the next step of inheritance?

After thinking about it for a long time, he was a little worried, his eyes returned to his eyes, and he saw the stone tablet still drenched in the rain, and suddenly realized that the test piece was this tombstone, not a little disciple, so, as a disciple, he could do whatever he wanted up.

I didn't intend to restrict it at first, and now I don't think it's a big deal.

Afterwards, Ji Mo didn't go inside the courtyard wall to see their daily life, and he didn't listen to the noise from those partition walls anymore. He went up the mountain as much as possible, as if he wanted to be closer to the tombs that are patrolled daily. Closer, together with them, is forgotten by the world.

At night, no one was seen patrolling the mountain, and Ji Mo didn't pay much attention to it. At the young disciple's age, he would definitely not be able to walk. Then, would his disciple, or his son, be willing?

Young people, with a little ambition, would not be willing to stay under this hill for a lifetime.

Two days later, on a sunny day and at night, someone walked out of the yard wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, holding a lamp in his hand, swaying, and the end of the crutch sticking out of the coir raincoat from time to time, walking steadily and carefully, looking at his figure, he seemed to be the young man .

"Got it, got it, you go to sleep, I'm sure I won't make a mistake, didn't it rain two days ago? On rainy days, even tomb robbers have to rest."

The young man said this to the inside of the courtyard gate, and took two quick steps, as if to avoid the nagging inside. After a while, he slowed down and walked forward slowly. It's like it's going to be overturned at any time, but it always persists.

Ji Mo followed behind him, but he didn't go very far, so he could only stop at the spot and watch him move forward. After a while, the figure entered the night, only the lamp seemed to be able to see some light. Not completely obscured by trees.

Quietly gratified, there are always people who can guard.