Luo Wenkui's tone was also a little confused: "We are looking for a Taoist priest named Yunkong. Is your name Yunkong correct?"
Yunkong felt numb and cold all over his body, as if someone was watching him secretly: "Who is looking for me?"
"He wanted me to tell you that Mr. Yu is safe."
Yun Kong was shocked: "Gao Lu, is it Gao Lu?"
After waiting for a while, Luo Wenkui replied: "Yes, he said his name is Gao Lu."
Yun Kong's heart felt cold, and he couldn't figure out how Gao Lu, who was far away in Tokyo, got in touch with the hanging man in the wilderness?
"How did he find me?"
Luo Wenkui shook his head and said, "My body is connected to the tree. The tree's roots are underground and are connected to all the roots of the trees in the world."
"So, can you see that the Jin are attacking Kaifeng?"
"Really? Oh, yes, they told me."
"who told you that?"
"The trees in Tokyo are like Gao Lu."
Yunkong's mind immediately thought quickly: "If you know that I am here, will all the trees in the world know that I am here?"
"Probably, but are you an important person?"
Yun Kong smiled and said: "I am just an unknown Taoist priest."
"But there are many trees paying attention to you."
"Huh?" Yun Kong was secretly surprised.
"And... let me see, from Kaifeng, to Jiangning, to Guizhou, to Guangzhou... there are many trees paying attention to you."
That is, from south to north, where Yun Kong has traveled.
Jigsaw puzzles began to appear in Yunkong's mind. He had many puzzles, and now there was another piece.
"Did they say anything else?"
Luo Wenkui paused for a moment and then said: "For some reason, they knew I was talking to you, and suddenly they all became quiet." Suddenly, he added: "Gao Lu has something to say..."
Yunkong waited with bated breath.
"...He suddenly became silent. Why?"
After waiting for a while, Yun Kong saw that Luo Wenkui could not talk about anything anymore, so he said goodbye to him and continued his journey.
Yun Kong originally thought of helping him to be saved, but when he saw how contented he was, he changed his mind and allowed him to continue hanging on the tree.
※※※
Luo Wenkui still hangs it every day, occasionally blowing the leaves stuck in front of his eyes with the wind to let some fresh air flow into his eye sockets.
He didn't feel tired, and he didn't have any unsatisfactory thoughts in his mind.
Until one day, groups of little monsters passed by his tree.
The little demons were originally rustling, but as soon as they passed under the tree, they stopped talking, bowed their heads in shame, and walked quickly past.
Luo Wenkui was so surprised that he couldn't help calling to them: "Why are you all in such a hurry?"
A little demon walked a few steps, looked around and saw no one answering, so he turned back and said, "My lord, it's better that you don't know."
"Is there anything unhappy? Why are you so downcast?"
"Your Majesty, I won't say any more..." The little demon left these words and hurried away.
Luo Wenkui didn't get the answer, so he could only hang there blankly.
The little monsters left his tree behind, and some of them secretly cried: "The king treats us so well..."
"No, we can't help him."
"If we untie the king, his anger will dissipate and he will still die."
"I can't tell, your Majesty may have a solution."
Everyone chattered and talked as they walked, but couldn't agree on anything. They just left Luo Wenkui in the woods.
All the ghosts and ghosts in the entire forest seemed to have evacuated, and the forest became quieter than usual.
At this time, someone appeared, standing below Luo Wenkui, watching him quietly.
Luo Wenkui was shocked. He had no idea when or how this person came to him.
The man's face was very strange. His hair and eyebrows were very sparse, his cheeks were bulging, his forehead was wrinkled, and his eyes were almost black, just like a newborn baby.
"Hello," Luo Wenkui broke the silence and greeted him, "please forgive me for the inconvenience of my hands and feet."
The man giggled like a newborn: "You talk too much." Even his voice was like a baby's, but his speech was unclear.
If Luo Wenkui had eyes, he would realize that that man really has no teeth!
"Talking too much?" Luo Wenkui said confused, "Who are you? Are you coming to me for help?"
The man laughed even louder: "You can't protect yourself, how can you help others?"
Luo Wenkui found that the surroundings were eerily quiet.
This silence is quieter than soundless silence, and there is a heavy pressure filling the air.
Without warning, a dark cloud gradually appeared in the distant sky.
The cloud looked strange, as if it were made of endless black sand, slowly coming from a distance.
Luo Wenkui felt it.
That turbulent cloud is "hunger"!
The alarmingly quiet sky was suddenly filled with buzzing sounds.
Large black clouds flew over and swept across the forest.
The ugly black sand finally forced itself in front of him, revealing its ferocious face.
The yellow-green locusts opened their sickle-like mouths and gnawed hard at the leaves.
Locust cloud.
That cloud was full of locusts.
Luo Wenkui immediately started a storm and wanted to blow away the locusts.
But the wind he created could only drive away dozens of locusts.
Above him, under his feet, and passing around him were thousands of locust swarms!
The locusts gnawed away the leaves around him mercilessly, and then began to devour his body.
Luo Wenkui knew that his body was being eaten bit by bit, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain.
He began to panic, and he turned up the wind even more, letting the wind swirl around him to attack these greedy locusts.
But the locusts persisted. As soon as they were driven away, another group occupied the vacated space and continued to eat.
Luo Wenkui found that he had no room for struggle.
The only thing he could do was disappear.
Completely and completely gone forever.
Suddenly, he felt a glimmer of light.
He was so surprised that he couldn't help but put aside the consciousness of making the wind, and focused his consciousness on the silk line.
He suddenly realized that there seemed to be some brain left in his head.
This small group of brains retains some detailed memories.
It is a saying of Confucius... "The next generation is to be feared..."
He recalled that when he saw Li Datou from his village passing the Jinshi examination, he was so glorious that he immediately became interested in studying.
When he begged his father to let him study, didn't his father think the same way? ..."The next generation is to be feared, how could one know that the one who comes is not here yet?" The young man is to be feared, because he still doesn't know his future!
If you really succeed in studying and pass the Jinshi examination, wouldn't you bet on the right thing?
But...the brain squeezed out the second half of the sentence: "...if you are forty or fifty and you don't know about it, it's nothing to be afraid of." If you still haven't heard about the great way at the age of forty or fifty, then this The young people who were originally "fearful" now have nothing to fear.
"When you are young, you are not a grandson; when you are old, you are not able to express your feelings; when you are old, you are not dead, you are a thief."
When he was a child, he didn't know how to respect his relatives and friends... He remembered his selfishness. He left the farm work at home and asked the whole family to support him in studying...
When he grew up, he made no contribution... He spent decades on himself and his family, but in the end he was of no benefit to the world or others...
Old but not dead... The painful consciousness made him want to cry and shout again after all these years. He knew he couldn't but he still tried to open his mouth...
That ray of light disappeared.
The locusts had burrowed into his skull and eaten away the last bits of his brain.
His last memory was also eaten.
His body was being devoured by greedy locusts, trying to turn Luo Wenkui into their nutrients.
In an instant, he had an epiphany.
He understood why there was still a tiny bit of brain left.
Because this was his last obsession and last regret before committing suicide. It was a pity that he had lived in vain for decades in this world.
He was overjoyed and could feel himself smiling.
At least, his body entered the digestive tract of the locusts, providing these hungry locusts with a chance to survive. He was still useful.
His consciousness gradually faded, and he began to forget that he was Luo Wenkui. He was surrounded by joy and slowly left the forest.
The hemp rope that tied his body to the tree was devoured, and all the leaves on the tree were eaten away.
Luo Wenkui finally forgot who he was and who he had been.
When he next regains consciousness, he hopes...
It no longer mattered what he wished for.
※※※
After the locusts left, the man who looked like a baby stood unscathed under the bare tree, looking at the pile of bones on the ground. That was Luo Wenkui's last physical body, the hard part that the locusts couldn't chew.
The man knelt down on one knee and put his hand on the bones.
The bones were ignited in a raging fire. The fire was not an ordinary fire in the world, and it burned the bones into ashes in just a few seconds.
A strong gust of wind blew along the ground, scattering the ashes and blowing them under the roots of other trees and into the grass, where after a burst of rain, they were about to nourish the plants.
The man looked sternly towards the direction Yun Kong was leaving and asked, "Brother, is it over there?"
After waiting for a moment, he giggled a few more times.
