[Comprehensive] Tang Ji

Monsters are mortal.

Not to be eaten, not to be killed, but to be born, old, sick and die like human beings.

——It's so strange, isn't it?

Although Ting Shunping mentioned it, but at that time Sizi thought it was just a joke.

"really?"

Sizi is a little bit unconvinced.

"What's so strange? Although monsters live longer than humans, they will die."

Quan Weng couldn't understand Sizi's surprise.

But if you really want to talk about it, even he himself may not be able to explain it clearly.

How can there be so many reasons, gods can die...

"So, you should go back, I can no longer make potions that can cure diseases. Besides, Dajiangshan is so dangerous."

That's all Quan Weng said, but he doesn't seem to have any expectations about whether Sizi will leave.

This girl won't leave obediently after seeing her.

"how about you?"

"what?"

Quan Weng didn't lift his head.

"Waiting for death to come?"

"maybe."

Sizi looked at him silently.

Quan Weng was a little apprehensive.

"Oh, do you have anything else to say?"

Sizi shook his head, then sat down by the river in a muffled voice.

"Is your attitude towards death so indifferent?"

"Are you saying that you have no fear of death?" Quan Weng stroked his beard, "That's not really what you say. After living for a long time, you will naturally look down on it. Besides, my wife passed away ten years ago. I saw it with my own eyes. The ghost messenger from hell led her away. At that moment, I really wanted to run up and follow her."

"She certainly doesn't want you to go with her."

"You're right, she had a bad temper and punched me directly. She said she would wait for me in hell, until the real death came."

"Now are you waiting?"

"Well, it's almost there. The waterfall is broken, which means that Quan Weng's ability will also disappear. Once it disappears, it will be the same as death."

Quan Weng said this calmly.

But Sizi still didn't quite understand.

She is terrified of death.

Even if she is dead.

It should be said that no one is not afraid of death.

The feelings before his death have always remained in my heart.

Very scared, very scared.

How lonely, dying alone, leaving my father, brother and sister.

It would be fine if she just died like this, but what is she now?

"Once you've lived enough, you won't be afraid of death."

Quan Weng said, patting Afraid Sizi on the shoulder.

"The person in your heart must have nothing to be attached to in this world."

When Quan Weng said this, Sizi's face turned pale.

Don't miss anything yet?

What about her?

Probably seeing that Sizi's face was not in a good mood, Quan Weng sighed.

"Hey, come with me, let me buy you a cup of tea."

Quan Weng led the way.

Sizi hesitated for a moment, wrote a note and left it to Hongye, and followed with fruit in his mouth.

When Hongye came back, she couldn't find Sizi, only a piece of paper pressed under the stone.

She put away the note, glanced at it, folded it into a paper boat, and put it on the river.Let it flow with the river.

She decided to stay here and wait for her son.

"Don't say that Quan Weng doesn't have the ability to make potions now. Even if there is, such potions are useless to humans."

The tip of the nose smelled the strong smell of alcohol again.

Momiji covered her nose and mouth in disgust.

"When Sizi told you yesterday, why didn't you tell her?"

Hongye only found out that Quanweng's potion was ineffective on humans after inquiring.

Speaking of which, this news sounds very difficult.

Few yokai seem to know this fact.

"I really wanted to say it at that time. But after thinking about it, it's better to leave a thought. Anyway, Quan Weng can't make potions now, can't he? Before he dies, wouldn't it be good to leave a legend?"

Shuten-douji sat on the top of the tree, looking at the direction where Siko left.Then, his gaze returned to Hongye.

"That's why you like dressing up like a woman?"

Hongye raised the corners of her lips, caressed her cheeks with pale fingers, and looked at him with roving eyes, as if she was trying to seduce her.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

Shuten-douji nodded, "It's beautiful, but not as good as her."

"Tsk."

Hongye snorted.

"Master Ghost King also has moments of emotion?"

"Emotional? If it's emotional, then it is."

No, even after hearing that, Hongye instinctively felt that it wasn't emotional, at least it wasn't emotional.But how to describe it, Hongye couldn't describe it.

What's more, he didn't want to mention anything.

"Sizi seems to like her human being very much, does Lord Ghost King not mind?"

Shuten-douji didn't care much about the human being in the mouth of the red leaf.

"After all, human beings will always die. There is no need for me to haggle over every detail with a human being."

These words are full of madness.

Of course it's not unreasonable.

Hongye smiled and stopped talking.

This time I came to Dajiangshan, although I was defeated, but I didn't gain anything.

Si Zi followed Quan Weng and met many cute and weird little monsters along the way.

They were very curious about Sizi's arrival.

Sizi took out the ink pen and drew on the paper as he walked.

"Oh, you're not bad at drawing."

Quan Weng leaned over to take a look, and praised in surprise.

When Sizi heard Quan Weng praised her painting skills, she smiled and said: "That's natural, Zhikong taught me, and his paintings are better than mine."

"Zhikong? Is it the one in your heart?"

Si Zi nodded, "We've known each other for a long time, he was still very young at that time, as old as me... Oh, I had been dead for more than 200 years at that time... I was much older than him..."

"That sounds uncomfortable."

Quan Weng walked a few more steps, pointed to a thatched hut in front of him and said, "That's my wife and I's home, come in and sit down."

Sizi put away the ink brush and booklet, and followed Quan Weng in.

The home of Quan Weng and his wife is just an ordinary thatched cottage.Rather, it is just a shelter from the wind and rain.

All in all, very crude.

Not only that, but Sizi had to bend over to get in because he was too short.

Quan Weng lit the charcoal fire in the house, and filled a half pot of water on it.

"Why did you invite me?"

Sizi squatted next to the fire, fiddling with the charcoal from time to time.

"I don't know what to say. Suddenly, I invited you. Maybe it's fate."

"You also believe in fate?"

"Believe, of course."

But the tone is not very believe it.

"Let me tell you, I may not survive tonight... You see, before I died, I met you, is this fate?"

"That's not very comfortable to hear." Si Zi curled his lips.

"Then do you want me to accompany you?"

"If you want. Since my wife passed away, there have been very few monsters visiting the house. Thinking about it, it's still quite lonely. But I feel relieved that I'm going to see my wife soon."

"Then let me congratulate you in advance. I also want to see my father..."

"Father? Oh, are you still a member of the royal family?"

"I am the princess of Datang, but now it is not the Datang I remember... My relatives are gone."

"Hey, let go. Think about it, fate is amazing..."

But no matter how miraculous it is, I can't see my father anymore.

"Grumbling..."

The water in the pot is already bubbling.

Seeing this, Quan Weng took a paper bag from somewhere, opened it, and poured the contents in.

Almost instantly, an indescribable fragrance overflowed from the pot.

"What kind of tea is this? So fragrant?"

"This is Zhuozakura unique to Dajiang Mountain. The petals of Zhuozakura are high-quality tea, and the taste is much better than that of Ouchi tea!"

Then I brought two cups made of clay. The workmanship was rough, but it looked very comfortable.

"Zhuo Ying Zhuo Ying... Who named this? It sounds so nice"

"I don't know. When I knew about the cherry blossoms, it was already in full bloom on the hillside. But I heard that it was brought by a person from a country across the sea. Maybe it was Datang. He left a flower Seeds, and then Zhuo Ying bloomed all over the hillside. Moreover, Zhuo Ying can only grow in Dajiang Mountain, once it leaves Dajiang Mountain, it will wither quickly, isn't it amazing?"

"Yes, but then how do you say that the taste of Zhuoying is better than Ouchi's tea? Have you ever drank the Emperor's tea?"

Quan Weng gave her a strange look, "How could I have drunk it? I heard it from someone. I can't remember who I heard it from, but it must be true."

After scooping up a cup of tea, Sizi took a sip from the clay cup.

It's a wonderful taste.

The mellowness of the entrance is as cool as morning dew.A hint of sweetness permeates it, but it has nothing to do with sweet sugar.The smell of Zhuo cherry rushed into the whole mouth, stronger than mint, but softer than it.

It's really hard to describe it with exact words...

"Is it delicious?"

"Ok!"

Answer without hesitation at all.

"After I die, you can take the rest back."

Quan Weng said suddenly.He looked at the pottery cup with plain and gentle eyes.

"Zhuo cherry blossoms are blooming on the hillside on the other side of the river, but it's a pity that it's not the flowering season now. Maybe we can enjoy it when spring comes next year."

It's like he's confessing his last words.

But Sizi listened, but felt uncomfortable.

"Little old man, as soon as I saw you, I knew you must be extraordinary in the future."

"The way I am now is already extraordinary." Sizi said jokingly.

Afterwards, the two of them sat around the stove, listening to Quan Weng chattering.

He talked about a lot of things, mostly trivial things.

But Sizi sounds very interesting.

Just like what Zhikong told her back then.

Alas, how can it be so interesting for them to talk about these very common and even long-winded things?

Looking outside inadvertently, the sky has already darkened.

Speaking of which, I don't know if you have seen the note she left for Hongye.

Quan Weng has finished speaking.

He told almost everything about him and his wife.

Is there such an emotion that when life is dying, after pouring out all the joy and displeasure hidden in my heart, the mood will become better?

"I've finished talking, and there is nothing left to miss. It's really interesting to think about it. When my life is about to die, I will meet Ji Jun from Datang. Hey, this must be fate."

Quan Weng said with emotion.

"Okay, I'm leaving. You have to take care. Leave Dajiangshan early. You look so weak, and the monsters here are so cruel..."

The tea in the pottery cup held by Quan Weng was already cold.

And the one in her hand was still steaming.

She drank it down, looked at the pair of figures who left hand in hand and said softly: "Congratulations..."

The author has something to say: Zhuo Ying was edited by me,

Of course, this name was kindly provided by the sister in the group.

And, it’s over [-], no double change ←_←