Duan Zong stared at Yun Kong for a while, his eyelids gradually grew back, and his crooked nose was growing cartilage. He said, "Uncle Master?...Have you seen how Master treats me?"
"I saw it and heard him say it."
"Tell me, what should I do now?"
"I think you can't grow up anymore."
"I think so. Master not only killed me, but also cremated me and buried my ashes in the soil. The soil was very crowded, there was no room for growth, and there were insects and ants eating me. It took me a long time to grow into this It looks like...how long has it been?"
"Senior brother told me that it has been more than twenty years."
"Yeah?"
Duan Zong half-closed his eyes, his eyeballs peeking out from under his unfinished eyelids.
"Do you want to live like this?"
Duan Zong became alert: "What?"
"You can choose to die, abandon Duan Zong's identity, and return to the Six Paths."
Yunkong knew that Buddhism was very developed in Dali, so he should be able to understand the use of Buddhist terminology.
"I won't die," Duan Zong said solemnly, "I won't die."
"I know you can die several times, but do you know how many times you can die?"
Duan Zong didn't answer.
"I know." Yun Kong said.
"How did you know?"
"Wu Sheng said it."
"Wusheng didn't say anything."
Duan Zong pursed his lips tightly, and a corner of his newly grown lips was cracked.
"The number of the sky, the number of the earth..." Yun Kong said, "In the science of yin and yang, the number of the sky is the yang number of one, three, five, seventy-nine, and the number of the earth is the yin number of two, four, six, eighty. People who practice the five arts know that "the number of the sky is five. , Land number five’.”
Duan Zong's whole body tightened, his breathing became heavy, and a small hole burst open in his abdomen, and yellow water flowed out.
He is like an object that is about to disintegrate at any time. A piece has just been patched here, and a piece has peeled off there. Like a poor craftsman, he can't get the parts together.
"You... want to kill me?" He exerted a little force, and half of his tongue was broken off. It was stuck in his mouth and he couldn't control it. "You want to kill me forever?"
"No," Yun Kong gently raised the peach wood sword, "I want to save you."
The endless vitality is pouring into the wood cells, and the peach wood sword is already very full.
The mahogany sword shook violently, and the original old wood color suddenly became brand new, exuding the fragrance of new wood. The pungent smell of rotten meat in the hut instantly faded away, and was filled with a strange fragrance.
"Duan Zong, you are a dead person," Yun Kong said, "Remembering you in this world is in vain."
"I have unfinished business!" Duan Zong shouted.
"Forget it." Yun Kong said lightly.
The peach wood sword began to sprout, and bracts appeared, showing green and shiny new leaves.
Yunkong took up Yubu, stepped forward seven steps, and stabbed Duan Zong with the peach wood sword.
Duan Zong stretched out his hand to block it, and his arm, which had not yet grown, broke with a crack. The mahogany sword sank into the pulpy chest, penetrated the fragile ribs, and was washed away by the surging blood in the heart.
Duan Zong was stunned, said nothing, and stared sadly at the peach wood sword.
"Ascend to heaven."
In an instant, resentment surged out of Duan Zong's body and filled the house with fragrance.
Resentment surged into Yunkong like a giant wave. Yunkong calmed down, closed his eyes, and let Duan Zong's accumulated anger of more than twenty years impact.
Resentment penetrated Yunkong's consciousness, and pieces of memories unfolded in Yunkong's mind. Yunkong saw many, many things in the past...
Duan Zong, wearing Dali costume, with a green expression on his face, was drawing a bow.
"No, no," a voice with a strong Yunnan accent said, "You don't just use your fingers to draw the bow, you need seven points of force..." Duan Zong turned his head and saw an old man, the master who taught bow and arrow. …
This memory penetrated the clouds and flew outside the door...
An eunuch stood at the door, smiling at Duan Zong, and then a tall figure passed by Duan Zong...
"father."
Duan Zong stopped the figure.
"Dad is going to the palace to see your Uncle Wang. What's important?"
An hour later, the news came.
A servant ran over in a panic: "It's not good, young master, the news is that the prince has rebelled. He just entered the palace with the intention of assassinating and has been beheaded!"
Duan Zong's mind suddenly went blank, and all his emotions and desires instantly turned into powder.
Then, he started to get angry... This memory quickly passed out from behind Yun Kong and hit the earth wall.
"Zici! This is all over!"
Yun Kong shouted loudly.
Duan Zong's anger became stronger, and the smell of corruption in his resentment became stronger.
"A hundred years from now, your Uncle Wang will be nothing. A few hundred years from now, Dali will no longer exist. A thousand years from now, the Duan family will no longer be a royal family. What are you obsessed with?"
Duan Zong ignored him and vented his anger freely.
"You want revenge, what will happen after revenge?!" Yun Kong hissed, "Will Xiaoxiang be happy?!"
The resentment suddenly weakened.
Yun Kong hurriedly concentrated more, and the peach wood sword resumed its slight vibration.
Duan Zong's eyes shed a streak of yellow water, which seemed to be tears: "Uncle Master, your name is Yun Kong, right?"
Yun Kong nodded gently.
"I will remember," Duan Zong's eyeballs began to dissolve, "because you laughed at me."
"No, I didn't..." Yun Kong was stunned.
"I will remember..." Duan Zong disintegrated quickly, and the flesh and skin on his body separated from the bones and fell heavily to the ground. The skeleton also quickly broke away from the joints and scattered all over the ground.
Within seconds, all that was left of Duan Zong was a pile of corpses that began to rot.
Yun Kong was calm and did not dare to move rashly.
There was still a cloud of red air floating above the corpse. There was a face with closed eyes among the red clouds, and a head of fiery red hair was swimming in resentment.
The red cloud was still entangled in the blade of the mahogany sword. Soon, it rose slowly, separated from the mahogany sword, passed through the thatched roof, and floated to an unknown direction.
Yun Kong lost his breath, and the peach wood sword sadly returned to its old wood color, with a few remaining leaves falling off.
"Am I laughing at him?"
As doubts and doubts arose, his mind became confused. He couldn't help but exhale, shook his head and said, "I haven't cultivated enough yet."
He slowly walked out of the hut, walked a short distance, and looked back at the sky above the hut. Sure enough, the red cloud was still there, twisting and hesitating painfully in the sky.
"I didn't laugh at you!" Yunkong shouted to Hongyun, "I didn't! This is not something to laugh at!"
Hongyun let out a sad low roar and sang a hellish moan.
"I will definitely let you rest in peace!" Yun Kong put his hands around his mouth, "No matter how long it takes, I will definitely teach you to rest in peace! Even if I die and am reincarnated again, if I don't help you rest in peace, I will not leave the Six Paths!"
The red cloud moaned to itself, emitting a stink that made even the birds in the sky afraid to approach.
Yun Kong was tired, so he took back his mahogany sword and looked around aimlessly.
My mood calmed down, the fragrance of the surrounding vegetation returned, and everything that had just happened seemed unimportant again.
Suddenly, Yun Kong suddenly paused and stared at the floating clouds in the sky with various postures. He was speechless and his eyes were wide open, and he could not close them for a long time.
"That's it, that's it, that's it!"
He was both ecstatic and melancholy.
He was ecstatic because he knew that he would definitely fulfill the vow he made in the future and he would definitely be able to save Duan Zong.
I am melancholy because the day of completion is really too long and too far away.
He suddenly recalled that a long time ago, after parting ways with his master and senior brother, he took a piece of paper given to him by his master, climbed up a high mountain, and thought hard about the sentences on the note...
"Spreading ashes in the mountains" He watched the changes in the clouds in the mountains. In the mist, he saw the illusion.
Hundreds of years later, a vision of an unknown world.
Yun Kong was shocked to realize that the so-called "karma" turned out to be this!
A word or thought in excitement can actually affect the future hundreds of years later.
Yun Kong smiled bitterly and shook his head vigorously, feeling greatly relieved.
"Forget it," he shook his head, "One day you will gain enlightenment sooner, you will gain enlightenment one day later, and you will gain enlightenment in the end."
Thinking of this, the mountains, rivers, vegetation, blue sky and white clouds regained their former tranquility and charm.
As I walked, I watched the clouds squirm lazily and make new shapes one after another without getting tired. Before I knew it, the clouds had returned to the place where the five tombs were.
Iwakora was still sitting in his original position, not moving an inch.
Because he can no longer move.
Yun Kong looked at the last expression left by his senior brother. There was still a trace of sadness on this abandoned body, and the wrinkles on his brows were frozen on his forehead and could not be loosened.
Yun Kong looked at his senior brother for a while, then walked to the fifth tomb, pulled up the wooden sign with the word "Zhao" written on it, and started digging with the wooden sign.
While digging the soil, Yun Kong couldn't help but sing loudly.
"The soul is here, the soul is here! Go to your eternal stem, don't go back, don't go back, travel far and wide."
