Ling Dang, Kite, Du Xiaoyue, Xiubing, Wangxiang, Tang Daoyuan and Xiaosi rushed towards Fengchao non-stop. They did not know where Fengchao was, which clan they belonged to, let alone their own trip. What was sought has been taken by another group.
The journey that originally only took two days had to be delayed for at least one more day due to Wangxiang's frail health. But at noon of the next day, everyone overlooked a Kikuyuan from the air. On this land, only trees were opened. A kind of chrysanthemum, pure white color, so any debris appears clearly.
"It's a butterfly, so beautiful." Ling Ding sighed.
Kite also likes flowers, but now he is focusing on taking care of Wangxiang and has no intention of admiring flowers. Tang Daoyuan put down the scroll with one hand and wrote: "Butterflies are divided when they see them."
Everyone stopped immediately, and Lingdang hesitated: "Does this count as an encounter? That's it? Does it count?"
Xiubing laughed and said: "Then who is leaving? Anyway, I want to go to Fengchao to visit." Xiaosi on his shoulder also laughed and said: "Xiaosi is going too!"
They said they wanted to break up, but they didn't know who should leave and where they were going after leaving. Wangxiang glanced at Kite feebly. Kite looked at Wangxiang's weakness and felt heartbroken, so he whispered: " Xiang, do you want to leave?"
Wangxiang didn't reply. He lowered his head. Kite said gently, "Don't be afraid. I will find a way to recover you. I will protect you, just like you did before. You will be fine before I die."
Du Xiaoyue suddenly said: "Everyone, I won't go to Fengchao."
"Ah? Why?"
"Because..." Du Xiaoyue looked at the sea of flowers and said, "This chrysanthemum is my mother's favorite kind. I won't leave. I will wait for you in this sea of flowers."
"Okay...Okay" Lingdang said, "Xiaoyue, don't run around. Let's get things done as soon as possible and meet here when we get back."
Everyone turned around and was about to fly away when Du Xiaoyue suddenly shouted, "Hey!"
Everyone turned around, Du Xiaoyue was startled for a moment, then she smoothed her hair to cover her scarlet eye, then tilted her head, folded her palms and dropped them in front of her, smiling at everyone. Said: "Bye - see you -"
After seeing this, Xiubing stretched out a hand and replied: "Hey! Goodbye!"
Xiao Si followed closely, stretched out a hand and shouted: "Yo yo! Goodbye!"
Maybe the light was shining on the girl, and everyone felt a little dazzling, but they didn't notice that the girl's eyes were moist. Bells and Kite also waved their hands towards Du Xiaoyue, and then the group did not stay any longer. After more than ten breaths, it finally disappeared into the clouds.
For Du Xiaoyue, ten breaths of time seemed like five years had passed. She refused to look away. It was not until the light moved away that she came back to her senses. Then she landed on Kikuhara. Ignoring the fragrant flowers, I sat in them for four days.
After half a day of separation, Lingdang and his party finally arrived at Fengchao. At this time, the sight of Fengchao made everyone despair.
There are corpses everywhere. This should be an ancient city, standing around a big mountain. It should have a history of thousands of years or even longer. Unfortunately, it can no longer be seen because the city is "broken". There is no completed wall, no living beings, endless misery as far as the eye can see, countless corpses, at least five kinds of creatures are buried here, they must be fighting for something...
The smell of blood and corpses filled the entire sky. Everyone flew lower and could see more clearly. No living thing was allowed to live, including the infants.
The "human race" Xiubing was the first to see the human body.
When everyone looked there, they were stunned. The man was dressed like a soldier from Huangdu. They quickly dispersed and wandered around the entire city. They found a total of three human corpses, but they were all from Huangdu.
After the reunion, Lingdang said: "We are late, maybe the old man sent someone to help us get things done. Let's go, I don't want to stay here anymore."
Turning back, she saw Kite standing in a pool of blood. She looked at everything with pity, the sadness in her eyes could not be hidden, and she couldn't help but pray for the salvation of the countless undead in this bloody land.
Bell came over and said softly: "They have been dead for a long time, they should all be gone."
"No, not yet."
Lingdang walked to Kite and saw that Kite was already crying. The kite was crying for all living beings. She saw a tough "golden thread" extending from countless corpses. They gathered together and pointed to the horizon. Together, they maintained a "connection" with something in the world. That was resentment, it was Unwillingness, the cries of children, the complaints of bitter souls, their innocence and despair linger, perhaps because of their hearts and minds, the door to the underworld has not been opened to them, and the undead souls who can go to hell are also separated from their relatives. The souls are tightly attached to each other and they don't want to leave...
Somehow, the miserable voices of the undead sounded in Kite's heart. They were calling, complaining, and begging for salvation... Kite felt the pain of all the undead in an instant, and countless sad memories flashed. It came in and passed by in a hurry, but the sadness would not disappear. It only accumulated more and more in Kite's heart. Her tears poured out uncontrollably, but they were not her own tears, but the undead crying through her body. ..
Everyone was surprised to see the holy light appearing on the kite. The light seemed familiar, but it was out of reach...
"Bells," the kite suddenly whispered.
"Huh?" Zingdang listened carefully.
"Stop killing people, okay?" The tone was almost pleading, making Ling Dang stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
"I...I...Sister Kite, I don't want to either. But if they want to kill me, I can only fight back..."
"Whether it is evil or good, everyone should be qualified to be pitied," Kite continued, "I have seen the 'Tao' clearly, and I also understand that good and bad are just two extremes connected. To be evil for the sake of good, For the sake of evil, what has been changed is actually..." She couldn't continue, she closed her eyes and shed tears, "I... heard their cries... I... was in so much pain..." She He squatted down, folded his arms and cried.
People gathered around him one after another, and even if they tried to persuade him, it was of no avail. Wangxiang waved his arms to drive them away, and then he knelt down and hugged the kite.
At this moment, Ling Dang and the others stood hugging each other. They were blending into the field of corpses. As for the two squatting people, the soil under their feet seemed to be growing with fresh grass. The flower fairy flew out from under the kite's hair. It sprinkled flower seeds all around. Then it flew down and touched the kite's head. The kite was still crying. She was mourning for the countless dead souls. Her voice became more and more sad and lingering. The flower seeds fell into a pool of blood. After a while, the flower fairy began to "sing". It was the music of flowers and the language of the spirit of vegetation...
Green buds emerged from the pool of blood, and then blossomed. The bell took out a strange stone, which was the "Echo Stone" she got in Shuiying City. When the melody of the flower entered the stone, the echo was the human voice... .
"The lingering wild wind, I am Bi Fang who is not yet wet. The branches are my former wings. The cold dew is shining, please give me a ray of spring. The uneven apricot rain, I would like to be the dwarf mugwort of tomorrow, the third autumn In the corner, the three autumns are in the continent, and the three autumns are free to pick. When the vines and the water grow long, it will suit my wishes, and I will be with you..."
Four birds flew in, carrying music in their mouths, and circled around the mountain. Their sounds were lingering, and the sky felt pity. Dark clouds moved the sun. Here, the blood energy dispersed in the sky, and there were "golden clouds" crystal clear, slowly falling, in all directions. Echoes came from the world, some were the cry of wild geese, some were wine bells, some were chanting, some were wearing spirits. Beyond the clouds, eight hundred orioles and swallows came with branches in their hands, hovering in the clear sky, their beaks opened, branches fell, the clay became ashes, the sky opened a crack, the sun shone down, and all living beings were blessed...
A bud sprouted from the foot of the kite. After a long time, it grew into a tall tree with branches and leaves. Various colors appeared in the golden light on countless corpses. Outside the golden threads, a large number of "filigree threads" spanned life and death, connecting the undead and the distance. Gradually, the kite could no longer smell the blood. She raised her head, The clear wind blew across her cheek, and she looked around blankly. She saw the dead souls standing beside her on the flower sea and the Manzhou. Her companions had disappeared, leaving her alone.
The undead are all in their most beautiful appearance in life. They are about to soar, and their bodies are as light as cattails. The cries and lamentations of kites and grass and trees inspire the hatred of the undead, making "emotion" prevail over "reason". This is the true meaning. At this time, there is no dirt for ten miles, and the mountains are covered with grass...
Xiaosi, Tang Daoyuan and Wangxiang all clasped their hands on their chests and prayed silently towards this scene...
Ling Ding and Xiubing stood there in a daze. They had various feelings in their hearts, as if they were getting further and further away from the holy scene. Some were unwilling, some felt wronged, and their hearts were sour. The two of them couldn't help but hold hands, always laughing. Xiubing was also looking at the back of the kite with sadness...
That is the light of salvation, the most joyful gospel for all living beings in the world. It is loved by all living beings, and even the dead souls regard it as a god... But as for them, Xiubing and Lingdang turned to look at each other. They both had tears. They were unwilling and aggrieved. They looked behind them and saw that all that belonged to them was mountains of corpses, endless rivers of blood and seas of blood, and endless sins. All living beings were afraid and avoided them. At this moment, the two of them were afraid of each other. There is a sudden distance between the kite and the kite in people's hearts. It's as if they are on two roads that are always close but never overlap. It's impossible, they can't have a common direction and a common end point... The two people look around again Tragic, both guilty, unwilling, and resentful. Quietly, they flew into the sky together, and disappeared into the sky without leaving a word of farewell...
Others, unaware of it, are still praying to the holy scene...
The kite stood up, and there were all "cute" "creatures" under the shade of the trees and outside.
The human in Huangdu costume scratched his head and smiled at the kite: "Although I am still a little reluctant, it seems that this world really has nothing to do with me... Ah ah ah... That's it. , I think I am all alone, hehe, I don’t have any wishes anymore, oh, I’m gone, I’m really embarrassed..." He turned around and walked away with his back to the kite...
"I'm sorry," said the kite.
The man stopped, turned his head sideways, and said with a smile: "It's okay, thank you for your salvation, my goddess...see you again in this world!" After that, he ran forward, and in a dozen steps, he turned into countless lights. The dots were scattered in the void. The other undead thanked the kite, then turned around happily and ran in the direction of the holy light... The undead disappeared in droves... They were redeemed and re-entered reincarnation...
More and more undead souls left, and Kite was thanked again and again, but her heart was still filled with sadness and self-blame. She saw through the connections in the world, and knew that the passing of these creatures was also related to herself. She Gao Shouting: "I'm sorry!"
The undead souls that had not yet left flocked to the kite one by one, giving themselves one last kindness, and then stepped into the underworld one after another, reincarnating again.
In the end, the trees around the kite turned into countless dandelions and flew into the distance. On the mountains, there were already grass and trees, which also served as tomb clothes for the bones.
When everything settled, the remaining people realized that Xiubing and Lingdang had left. Xiaosi was a little anxious and asked: "What should we do? Where can we find them?"
There was a golden thread on the ring finger of the kite, which extended to the horizon. She said calmly: "I want to find the 'things' that these dead souls could not let go of when they were alive."
"But...but..." Xiaosi asked doubtfully, "Aren't you looking for Manya'er and Lingdang?"
Kite did not speak. She pursed her lips, unable to tell the truth. The bell and the golden thread of Xibing were no longer involved with her. She raised her head, supported Wang Xiang, and said, "Let's go, we will meet."
They followed the golden thread all the way south for four days...
