It's getting colder. A person's hands hardly dare to take them out of their sleeves. If they stay in the air for a little longer, they will become as stiff as wood and unable to move. It hasn't been so cold at this time in the past, but this is the north.
They actually showed Ye Yuejun the map they couldn't understand. She looked at it for a long time, but couldn't explain why, so she recommended that they go further north to find Utsuki-kun. She said that Mr. Uoyue is a gentle and kind person, very reliable and will definitely help them. Because he had asked her for news about Shi Wuqi before, and he had left a piece of knot behind. She gave it to them to use to find Uzuki-kun.
It was a rope made of red and white threads. It was said to have the meaning of praying for blessings. It was previously sewn on Utsuki-kun as a piece of clothing. The waterway has been frozen in places where the flow rate is slow, making it impossible to walk. They were delayed longer than expected. The further north you go, the fewer the wide roads and the harder it is for horses to walk. Not only was it cold, but it was also dry. Dailuan would have nosebleeds every now and then.
More than ten days have passed since they arrived in Kaitanghuan County, but according to the divination results, Lord Maoyue is getting further and further away from them. It wasn't until the past two days that her position was fixed and she wouldn't move. When they arrived at that place, they found it was an unknown village. The village is not big, and there is a small shrine. Even the shrine has no name.
They were catching up with an old man being buried.
I don’t know what the old man’s identity was during his lifetime, but there were four people carrying the coffin, and two people were scattering paper money in front of it. The customs here are different. The banknotes are not money with round square holes, but white rectangular notes with nothing written on them. No one was playing the suona, but someone was clapping a tambourine nearby, playing a monotonous melody all the way.
Compared to a village with a small number of people, this kind of funeral is probably quite beautiful. They were walking towards the shrine. The sun was setting, and their shadows were stretched very long. People in the village said that people who died of old age would be sent there to be buried, and their souls would protect the safety of the villagers.
They tried to look for Utsuki-kun in the village and asked several people, but they all said they didn't know. After borrowing a place to live in a courtyard, the three of them decided to take a rest for the night and go find someone tomorrow. This village is not big, so as long as Uoyue-kun doesn't leave overnight, it shouldn't take much effort.
There is another characteristic of this village - there are many silver jewelry. Silver ornaments of different styles were hung at the door of every house. They were somewhat rusty, but no one seemed to care. There are also decorations on the clothes, but less. They made some inquiries at their residence and found out that there was a silver mine nearby.
"Why hasn't the village developed yet? Logically speaking, it should be very profitable. Is it because the roads are inconvenient?"
"You don't know something. The silver mines we have here come from rivers and ditches. There is too little and we can't sell them at a high price."
"What? I've only heard of gold mining in the river, never heard of silver mining... won't it rust?"
"You can use the mud and sand deep in the river bottom to shape it, carve it out, and burn it in a furnace to take shape. A large handful of silver clay can only be burned into half a handful of finished products. The effort of selling it is really not worth the gain. ah."
"I see."
Dai Luan played with a silver medal on the table and looked at the lines on it carefully. She took out her own safety lock for comparison. After all this time, the lock became rusty again. These two patterns are completely different in style, but both are delicate. She pinched the brand a little and felt that the texture was softer than her own.
It was late at night, and even the chickens and dogs were asleep in every house. Only the shrine was brightly lit. Whenever a person is buried, the fire will not be extinguished for three days. Two little witches lived in the outer courtyard and took turns keeping vigil, replenishing the candles whenever they became short. At this moment, the one who was awake heard a vague and clear ringtone, which seemed to come from far away. She stood up and looked around, curious, but found nothing. Then there was an unknown fragrance of flowers, which made her feel sleepy, so she fell asleep leaning against the pillar.
Someone came closer and covered her with a blanket.
Her steps were very light, like soft petals falling to the ground.
The shrine is small, but has the main hall, worship hall, and flower hall. She turned her head and looked at the main hall where the statue of the god was placed. Those worshiped there should be the ancestors of the people in the village. The ringing came from her - she was holding a golden Kagura bell. The bell has three layers, with three to five bells from top to bottom. She walked forward, the bell making a crisp sound as she moved.
She flicked her wrist, rang the bell, and danced briefly under the candlelight and moonlight. There was no accompaniment or dancing, she just performed the movements solidified in her memory alone, humble and generous, gentle and pious. Her rhythm is slow, solemn and sacred, full of vitality in front of this aged building. It's like flowers blooming among the ruins.
Finally, she rang the bell again. The silver bells hanging throughout the shrine echo with their tinkling sound. It was like countless raindrops ticking on the glazed bricks, and like handfuls of gold particles falling down. It can be the sound of many things, the sound of anything.
She was still looking in the direction of the building, but she asked a question to the person who appeared behind her.
"You're not a local, are you?"
"…Neither are you."
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard... there is a special kind of silver soil here, as well as some mysterious craftsmanship. I want to come and see it. What about you? What are you doing here?"
"Bring blessings to this land." She turned her head and smiled appropriately, "It may be a little offensive, but I still want to ask... Are you Yun Kai's son?"
Yun Ge was stunned for a moment and nodded blankly.
"Then you are... Six Paths Impermanence. Do you know my father?"
"Well, that's true. But he doesn't know me. I just heard some things from other impermanent people."
"The ringtone just now...I followed the ringtone." Yun Ge said.
"Ah, this? It's just an ordinary musical instrument, not the Huang Quan Ling you want to see."
Yun Ge didn't speak. What was revealed on his face was not only the vicissitudes left by his travels in recent months, but also a thin shell to cover it up. It was an emotion, not anything in particular. It's closer to his original expression than the mask.
How did she know that she wanted to know about Huang Quanling?
"My biological father...how much do you know?"
"It's just that the silver clay here is special." The woman did not answer his question, but continued talking to herself, "As for the craftsmanship, it's actually nothing. They first painted the texture of the utensils. Under high temperature, the brown-black mud The embryo will turn silvery white and its appearance will be much smaller - then the pattern will appear extremely delicate and lifelike."
"Did you kill my biological father?"
"No, it's not me." She said softly, "The master craftsman Yunmai has dedicated his life to..."
"Who is that? Any other impermanence? I know he didn't die from overwork. The last thing he picked up was someone who forced him to hit it. But he was killed before he finished it."
"I don't know. Presumably, it was Wu Chang who was responsible for this. But I did not witness this scene with my own eyes, and I cannot guarantee that what I said is the truth."
The evening wind blew through the treetops in the courtyard, making a rustling sound. The swaying shadow sometimes merged with the two people.
"No one dares to imitate Huang Quan Bell. My father agreed and was forced to do so by a man named Cheng. He is a celebrity and an ordinary person with a wife and children. Once the imitation of Huang Quan Bell comes out, it will inevitably He was robbed and became a hot potato. This is something people dare to think about but dare not do. Logically speaking, this thing cannot be imitated... But he was killed. I can only think that he is about to succeed. Why Yama Does the devil want to stop him? Because if a person does what ghosts and gods do, will he desecrate the six realms of the underworld?"
"Well... The Yellow Spring Bell was hand-made by the Lord of Naraku. It pulls a ray of soul of the Impermanent Ghost and plays the cry of all things. If someone can really imitate it, it is indeed a ridicule... But that sir That’s not what I care about. The effects of the Huangquan Bell are too many, too great...if it falls into the hands of others, it will definitely cause an uproar and bring disaster to the three realms."
"You guys are really thoughtful. So, are you admitting it? Admitting that my father was killed by Liu Dao Impermanence."
"I can only say that there is no way to confirm something that I haven't seen with my own eyes."
"I didn't doubt you at all." Yun Ge stared at her eyes, but couldn't see the moon in her eyes, "But I took away the half-finished bell. It was indeed too far behind, even the crescent moon was Even in a fixed position, the bell couldn't make such a shocking sound. I thought it was like this...until I continued to research, I found that I was being targeted - by the six paths of impermanence. Presumably my father had managed to He injected divine power into it, and I don’t know how he did it. However, I still handed him over to a man named Cheng who wanted to find a way out for me. I am not afraid of people accusing me of being timid, I just want to keep the green hills. But. Who knows, the bell was stolen by someone, so I had to flee to Jintong Township and settle down temporarily."
"You are indeed very smart. However, the person you mentioned twice is Mr. Cheng You?"
"yes."
"..." The woman showed a distressed expression for the first time, "Really, this is troublesome. Although the imitation is now at Yu Yumingxing's place and is relatively safe, that young man is really a headache."
"I don't care what he wants to do with the bell."
"Indeed, you don't even care about your father's death. You just feel that he has taught you nothing."
"you--"
The woman was still smiling, and she didn't know whether what she said was true or false. She sighed softly and continued:
"You always feel that you are no match for him. However, the rumors at that moment even turned the blame on you. Many dignitaries gave you unfounded accusations, saying that you were jealous of your father's reputation and ability, so you attacked him. Even the government was so suspicious at that time, which caused you a lot of trauma. Poor child... I understand."
"It's not all because of you!" Yun Ge suddenly shouted, "The Six Paths of Impermanence come and go without a trace. Even if it is really the person you killed, others can't say anything. But you didn't say anything, so that everyone The blame falls on me!"
The woman bowed with regret, which suddenly made Yun Ge feel at a loss.
"I'm really sorry. However, everyone has his own way of doing things. Your Excellency appoints different people according to the case, and you must have your own considerations. I have not been involved in this matter, but After hearing what you said, I still feel very sorry. I hope that your father’s spirit in heaven can rest in peace.”
"What's the use of talking about this now?!"
"Shhh, please keep your voice down. The kids are about to wake up."
The woman pointed in that direction, and Yun Ge turned his head and saw two little witches leaning against each other. They seemed to be waking up.
He turned around again, only to find that the woman was gone.
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