"You say."
"Is Xiancha still there?"
"Still, I still use it occasionally."
Yun Kong nodded, this might make it easier to reach Wu Sheng.
Unfortunately, if Master is still here, he can confirm whether the "speeding car" of Qigong Country mentioned by Master back then is the same thing as this "Xiancha".
"I want to tell you two things." Yun Kong rubbed his face and ears with both hands, preparing himself for Mr. Huang Cong's strong reaction.
Mr. Huang Cong stopped crying and said calmly: "I have been preparing to die for a long time. You don't have to hesitate. Just help me."
"No, that's what I want to tell you...I don't know how to let you die."
"You don't know?"
"I have absolutely no idea."
Mr. Huang Cong smiled bitterly: "I understand... I have burned myself, drowned, jumped off a cliff, cut my neck, been crushed by a boulder, taken poison, hung myself, swallowed gold, buried alive, cut my tongue, and beheaded, but none of them worked. Look, None of these methods work." He put his hands together and looked at the sky: "Tell me."
"What?"
"How are you going to let me die?"
"No, I really don't know."
Mr. Huang Cong thought he was joking and was a little surprised.
Suddenly, he wondered if Yun Kong was sent by Wu Sheng to extend his life span. He shuddered and his eyes widened.
"In fact, I don't know Wu Sheng at all." Yun Kong finally said.
He stared at Mr. Huang Cong with apology in his eyes.
Mr. Huang Cong was only startled for a moment, and then he said with a sigh of relief: "At least, you are not from the Wusheng Sect." Then he scratched the roots of his hair and looked exhausted: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to being disappointed. ."
"Feel sorry."
"But you are Mr. Yunkong, aren't you?"
"Indeed I am."
"Wusheng said that Yunkong is the reincarnation of a god..."
"When did he say that?"
"The last time I met him..." Mr. Huang Cong lowered his head and thought for a moment, "It was about forty years ago, right?"
"..."
"He suddenly appeared at my door, which really scared me." Mr. Huang Cong said with lingering fear, "But he comforted me. He was here to provide me with an antidote to my death."
"Then the antidote is me?"
Mr. Huang Cong nodded vigorously and said with expectation: "Don't you know whether you are a reincarnation of a god?"
Yun Kong curled his lips: "This is exactly what I want to find out."
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Next Yun Kong told Mr. Huang Cong his experience.
From the moment he was born, hundreds of ghosts ran into the night...the fire spirit's attack killed his parents...went to Yinshan Temple to practice, and met the two masters Deng Xin and Deng Huo...
"Although my master Po Lu Taoist Master didn't say it clearly," Yun Kong said, "but he seemed to imply that Master Deng Xin Deng Huo knew my origin."
"Don't you remember what happened in your previous life?"
"Not impressed at all."
Yun Kong told him how Wu Sheng's five disciples saved him twice, and the strange incident of being skinned by monsters in the ancient temple.
"Counting the days, there are still two years left, and they are going to find me again."
The monsters declared that they wanted "the forty-three-year-old Yun Kong", and he would be there in two years. Before that, he had to find the "omniscient Wu Sheng" to find out.
After hearing his story, Mr. Huang Cong said excitedly: "I can't believe that you have such a tortuous experience at such a young age."
"There is another person, Wu Weiren."
"who is he?"
"He and Wu Sheng were once ranked among the four most extraordinary people."
"What are the Four Wonderful People?" Mr. Huang Cong lives in seclusion in the mountains and has no knowledge of worldly affairs or anecdotes.
Yun Kong took a lot of time to explain, and said: "Now the 'Nantie Bridge' is dead, the 'Beishen Sou' is missing, and the 'Dong Wu Sheng' and 'Xi Wuwei' dragons have disappeared, and they seem to have disappeared long ago. Jianghu."
"Are the five flavors human?" Mr. Huang Cong thought for a long time and shook his head.
"He always appeared before something happened, foreshadowing the happening of something. There were two times," Yun Kong stretched out his right index finger and middle finger. "Once before the death of Master Deng Xin and Deng Huo, and once before the death of Zhang Tieqiao, the fortune teller, but he only He appeared for a moment and then left, and I never saw him.”
“Interesting and interesting.”
"From all these, I realized that the crux of the matter is all concentrated on Wu Sheng, so I want to find him," Yun Kong said sincerely, "Can you lend me the Immortal Cha, so that I can find Wu Sheng? "
Mr. Huang Cong glanced sideways at him and stroked the corner of his mouth with one finger: "...of course."
"Thank you so much." Yun Kong was about to say thank you, but Mr. Huang Cong raised his hand to stop him.
"There are conditions. You must cure my illness first."
"Well?"
"Aren't you good at strange and complicated diseases? I now ask you to cure my 'immortality'," Mr. Huang Cong said, "I want to die completely."
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In the morning, the crow of roosters echoed in the mountains, causing small bursts of bird song, and some nocturnal animals also quietly hid.
The gradually whitening sky illuminates the clouds slowly passing by in the sky.
The maid waiting outside the door of Mr. Huang Cong's room, although she was worried that someone might follow him at any time, could not help but fall asleep. It was not until another maid came to call her that she got up in a panic.
"Master, do you want breakfast?" said the maid who had just woken up.
"The master is not in the room."
"Huh?" The maid immediately regained her composure, "Where is the guest?"
"Not here either."
After they told their wife, everyone searched the small thatched cottage three times, but still found no whereabouts.
So the lady quickly ordered her servants to search everywhere.
They went to the bend of the river to search again, only to find the footprints of yesterday's fun, scattered in the mud in a mess.
"It's a wonderful feeling to watch others looking for you." Mr. Huang Cong narrowed his eyes slightly and put a faint smile on his lips.
He and Yun Kong rode on the fairy chariot together, floating in the air, looking down at the ant-like people.
He controlled Xiancha and moved slowly above the mountains and forests, carefully searching for any movement in the mountains and forests.
"Tiger, huh?"
"How about being eaten completely by a tiger?"
"It's useless," Mr. Huang Cong focused on looking for tiger traces, "but at least it can prove that it's useless."
He had good eyesight and found moving patterns among the bushes in the mountain forest.
Mr. Huang Cong turned to Yunkong and asked: "Can you control this fairy chariot?"
"Yes." Yun Kong replied while staring at the moving patterns.
Teach a man how to die! He didn't know if he was doing the right thing.
He didn't know why he did this favor. It seemed to go against his own thoughts, but he did it as Mr. Huang Cong said without knowing it.
Is it because he wants to use this Immortal Cha so that he can find Wu Sheng immediately?
Is it because of curiosity? Curious about how to make the undead die?
Or is this actually selfish? A selfish excuse for helping others?
"Mr. Yunkong," Mr. Huang Cong said goodbye to him, "I named the thatched cottage 'Dagui' because I want to truly return to the dust, and I hope it will come true."
"I understand." After Yun Kong said this, he suddenly wanted to persuade him to change his mind and tell him that there was no need to die. He once saw a mummy hanging on a tree for several years. His brain had been corrupted but he was still alive. This kind of person should be allowed to die properly.
A good person can still do many things for the world, so why not persuade him again: "Mr. Huang Cong..."
Before Yun Kong finished calling his name, Mr. Huang Cong had climbed down from the fairy tree, his body quickly became smaller and disappeared into the branches and leaves.
Yun Kong saw the patterns in the forest stop moving, hesitated for only a moment, and then moved in the direction of Mr. Huang Cong.
Yun Kong hurriedly lowered Xiancha to the top of the tree so that he could see clearly Mr. Huang Cong who had fallen into a mess.
A tiger roar frightened Yun Kong so much that the hair on his body vibrated as if it was electrified.
"People say 'the wind comes from the tiger', it's really good." After the roar of the tiger, the pores in the body seemed to be ventilated with wind, and for a moment it felt cool and crispy.
Two yellow tigers with black and brown markings and thick and gorgeous fur appeared under the leaves. One licked the blood on the ground, exhaled lowly, and circled around the body to make sure there was something around it. No danger.
Mr. Huang Cong's hands and feet were twisted strangely, like a doll with its strings cut off, and his head was stuck in a mixture of blood, water and brain matter.
The two tigers looked at each other and began to bite Mr. Huang Cong.
Yun Kong wanted to look away, but his eyes were tightly fixed.
He didn't want to miss this shocking scene of devouring human flesh. He saw Mr. Huang Cong's muscles being torn apart layer by layer, and his hot intestines turning out.
