Beside the sarcophagus, Bei Mingpeng led Ji Qing to one side. The former just looked down at Ji Qing from a high position and stood motionless.
Ji Qing was curious and wanted to reach out to touch the sarcophagus, but he stretched it out several times and then retracted it. He was still a little worried.
"You can touch me if you want. I'm here as a teacher, so there won't be any accidents." Bei Mingpeng said helplessly.
Ji Qing turned back to look at Bei Mingpeng and said, "Master, my grandma told me before that the dead should be buried in the grave for peace. I'm afraid of being disrespectful if I interrupt like this. Isn't that bad?"
Bei Mingpeng shook his head and said, "This sarcophagus is just an empty shell left by the previous person. There is no body in it, which is why it was not buried in the earth. Otherwise, look at why there is so much moss on it. ?”
"Empty shell?" Ji Qing looked confused.
Bei Mingpeng's eyes were dull, looking at the sarcophagus in front of him, as if he was recalling certain memories from the past.
Taking advantage of his courage, Ji Qing patted the sarcophagus with one hand, feeling cold to the touch. She gently wiped the moss on the stone surface with her hands. After sorting out a small piece of the sarcophagus body, she saw that there were many complex lines and curves on the surface of the sarcophagus, which were extremely profound.
"Master, can you tell me the story of this sarcophagus? Was it a man or a woman buried in it, but was it because of the twin flowers that it was eliminated?" Ji Qing stared at the stone wall in front of him. The pattern, he said to himself.
Bei Mingpeng watched as Ji Qing wiped the area around the sarcophagus with one hand. As more and more lines appeared in front of their eyes, an outline similar to branches and leaves could be vaguely seen, like some kind of plant.
"It's a woman. To be precise, it should be a maple tree monster that has cultivated into human form, named Lingfeng."
"Lingfeng? What a nice name."
Bei Mingpeng suddenly muttered softly, "There is a maple ghost in the south. The figure of an old man in the maple tree also calls Ling Fengyan..."
In the spring world of Tears Fountain, the shimmering light floats and the leaves rustle. On the open grassland in the forest, Ji Qing rested with his back against the sarcophagus, while Beimingpeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene in front of him. The little girl under the sarcophagus gradually showed a bit of tenderness on her face.
Ji Qing closed his eyes and listened, hearing the legend of Ling Maple that his master was telling him.
In the distant ancient times, there was a young man from the Shennong clan. He was naturally intelligent and loved all the spirits in the world since he was a child. He can even learn to communicate with various attributes of nature, such as the gurgling water and the blooming branches and buds of flowers and plants. He can rely on his own talent to feel the beauty and delicacy of all things.
The young man aspires to distant places and likes to travel to mountains and seas. He always loves to regard heaven and earth as his home and all things as his relatives.
During the journey, the young man accidentally picked up the seeds of a maple tree. Since then, the young man has been carrying the seeds of this maple tree with him. No matter where he goes, the seeds of this maple tree will accompany him. .
Until one day, the young man passed through the deserted mountains of Nanzhong. This place was inaccessible and the ground beneath his feet was dry and cracked soil, without a trace of life.
In order to rejuvenate this place, the young man single-handedly transferred the sea water from the west here, hoping to fill the drought of this land. With the tireless efforts of the young man, the dry land became moist and soft, but this barren land was still barren, and even basic flowers and plants were unwilling to grow here.
The young man suddenly remembered the maple seed he was carrying. When he carefully took it out from his arms, the maple seed was still bright red and full of vitality.
"I planted you here, hoping that one day in the future you can grow your own prosperity and add vitality to this wasteland." The young man buried Fengzi gently in the ground and said with a smile.
In those days, the young man did not set out to travel far, but stayed in this wasteland. Apart from cultivating the surrounding soil, he spent the rest of his time with Fengzi, watering it and talking to it, even though he never It was all a young man talking to himself.
One day, a gray-haired old man appeared here for no reason. He saw a young man digging in the wilderness deep in the barren mountains. He was puzzled, so he came to the young man and asked, "This is a vast land. Are you here?" What is Sang Tian doing?"
The young man has an easy-going and gentle nature. While working, he told Lao Ou his reasons.
After knowing the young man's purpose, Lao Ou continued, "The mulberry field is a vast wilderness. The tides ebb and flow, and white clouds pass by. If you plant the maple seeds here, aren't you afraid that it will wither in the future? Or maybe one day the seawater will flood, aren't you afraid? Drown it?"
The old European who practiced here was named Magu, and he had gone through vicissitudes of life for tens of thousands of years.
The young man smiled and said, "Isn't that what will happen in the future? The wilderness is desolate and lifeless. If I can add some vitality to the wilderness in my lifetime, this is what I want to see."
Magu gave up. In a deserted place, there were people working diligently, which was quite refreshing to see.
It's just that the young man didn't wait for the maple tree to bloom and spread its leaves, and he left before it was red for ten miles.
"There is a dispute between my tribe and the Huangdi tribe. The elders of the tribe called me back. I will come to see you again after I have taken care of the affairs in my hometown. I hope that the day I come back, the entire wilderness will be your shadow, and you will grow up It’s all over the mountains and plains.” The young man said truthfully before leaving.
The vast wilderness is full of wasteland, except for the maple tree that has grown out of its rudiment and is independent and rooted in the open world.
The young man didn't know that during those years of traveling with him, and with his unique love for all things, the maple hidden in his arms had already given birth to spiritual wisdom, but he just couldn't speak yet.
The maple tree grew vigorously, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon every day and night. Finally, after thousands of years, it transformed into a human form. She was a charming and charming woman, wrapped in red, with maple leaves like fire.
She named herself Lingfeng, which was the name he told her before. Ling Feng waited for a long time, but still could not wait for the boy's return.
At this time, the maple forest spread over hundreds of miles across the mountains and reached the top of the wilderness. She was afraid that he would not be able to find the way back, so she wanted to stand on the highest place so that he could see it at a glance.
The wind blows the red leaves and dyes the horizon. Year after year, what remains unchanged is that the sunset in the sky becomes the color of maple leaves.
Ling Feng was tired of waiting. She wanted to leave the wilderness and go to the outside world to look for him. But since the main road is here, she can't leave too far. Now, the sea has wrapped around this mulberry field, and the wilderness stands above it. She draws the ground as a prison and struggles to support it.
"It was the sea that gave me the chance to be reborn in the past, but now I hate this sea water. The wind and waves are too big, and it blocks my way to see you. Nowadays, there are maple forests all over the wilderness, how can you You haven’t come back yet?”
"I can't wait any longer. I'm going to find you, if I can walk through this vicissitudes of life."
Lingfeng spent thousands of years of cultivation and left the wild red maple forest in human form. He rode the wind and walked away, crossing the mulberry fields and setting sail overseas, looking for the continent beyond the sea.
When Ling Feng found the Shennong tribe, she learned the news that the young man had already died on the battlefield.
So that's the case, no wonder he never came back.
The maple forest becomes the sea, and he will not come back again.
If you die, you can let it go.
Then her thousands of years of waiting, isn't it just a ridiculous dream and a joke?
Ling Feng felt it was extremely ridiculous. She returned to the wild maple forest, no longer growing, no longer sprouting, and still withering and withering on its own. The fields full of flowers and the maple forests full of vitality gradually turned yellow and withered under the loneliness of Ling Feng.
One night, Ling Feng had a dream. She dreamed of a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, and the sound of gold and iron horses broke into her dream.
As always, he put his arms around her, held her in his arms, and then ran towards the distance, riding the waves and chasing the clouds, to the ends of the earth.
The two of them held hands together, and the boy remained as before, whispering in her ear all the interesting things he had seen and heard since he left, and sharing the journeys he had taken alone.
The young man said that he would come back, not only to see her, but also to take her to see the whole world together.
In the dream, Ling Feng, who was sitting in the boy's arms, was crying. She wanted to promise him, but the words that came to her mouth were, "I can't leave. On the way to find you, I seem to have reached the end."
The young man smiled at Ling Feng and said, "I can bring you here, and I can definitely take you away, trust me."
That smile lingered, and Ling Feng wanted to reach out and touch it, but failed.
"Grandma, it would be great if he didn't plant me in the wilderness back then. Even if I don't sprout, even if I'm just a seed, it would be nice to be able to stay by his side." Ling Feng lay on the ground and said softly. Qian said.
Magu shook her head and said, "Silly girl, if you don't grow up, how can you have these affections for children, and how can you miss the traces of his visit."
Ling Feng smiled and said, "That's right. Without him, there would be no me. It's just that he came here but left me here. This life is too bitter."
I dare not say that I miss you. During those journeys through the vicissitudes of life, I just told people I met that I wanted to be where you were.
You should remember me, the maple tree seed you carried in your arms, the hope you buried under the desolation, and with your longing, I bloomed ten miles in the wilderness, just as you wished.
I did it, what about you?
"Grandma, I once heard him talk about a kind of flower called twin flowers on the Eternal Island in the Canghai Sea. I want to eat it and preserve this maple forest."
"Twin flowers need to be eaten by two people. If you eat the black and white calyxes of the twin flower by yourself, you will become the twin flower itself."
"Just let me stay on the Eternal Island, sleeping forever. There is no one else in Maple Forest, and it has nothing to do with me..."
The tree planter planted a maple tree, and the maple tree bloomed into a sea of maples. But then the person who planted the tree left, and the maple tree withered, leaving only the wild maple forest, which was still changing with the seasons and no longer alive.
Some people have been here before, but wish they had never been there.
Some people have come and planted hope, but their joy is still empty, and the desolate land remains desolate in the end.
Bei Mingpeng told this story very slowly. The hollow man in the sarcophagus had long since disappeared.
Bei Mingpeng actually knew that there was only one maple wood in the sarcophagus. Ling Feng, who had taken the twin flowers, had become the host of the flower body. It was the curse of the twin flowers or her obsession.
Bei Mingpeng looked at Ji Qing's posture with her eyes closed. After careful observation, he realized that she had fallen asleep without knowing when.
"This girl...did everything I said before be in vain?" Bei Mingpeng was speechless.
However, Bei Mingpeng didn't know that Ji Qing had a dream after sleeping. The dream was all about the days when Ling Feng waited alone in the wild maple forest. One person and one belief supported Ling Feng through countless journeys. The four seasons of spring and autumn.
There, Ji Qing saw melancholy and sympathy, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Later, Ji Qing discovered that the dream scene suddenly changed. She came to a pile of twin flowers inexplicably. There was a maple tree in the middle. On the trunk of the maple tree, there were a few lines of small words that came into view.
"The three lives are carved on the three lives stone, which expresses longing for each other, hates separation, and hates infatuation."
"Twin flowers tell the story of life and death. Those who die will fall into the River of Forgetfulness, and their blood and bones will wither."
"Flower locks and maple marks, I curse you, I blame my beloved, a lonely ghost."
Ji Qing muttered in a low voice. At this moment, she suddenly hated the spell Ling Feng had carved.
