In the southwest corner outside the wall of Qingping County, bypassing the Boji Mountain and heading forward, there is an ancient river that leads directly to the river, nicknamed Wild Ducks.

The river has been rumored since ancient times in the Qingping area. It is always said that there is a river god in the river, which can bless the farmland in this area with good weather and delicious fish and shrimps. It is also said that people who once did not understand the tricks wanted to fill a river and build a house, but they would fall down whatever they built.

Over time, the more it became more and more magical, so people built a river temple by the river to sacrifice and worship people around the world in order to seek peace of mind.

But this wild duck pond is a wilderness after all. Someone comes to the River God Temple during the day, but it is deserted at night and is dark and it is a good place for haunted places.

That night, the River God Temple was lit up in the middle of the night, and the two bean oil fires swayed slightly at the feet of the River God statue, making the room dim. There were two people sitting on the soft cushion in the temple, one was a short and fat middle-aged man, and the other was a thin and thin young man.

A young monk wearing a white robe in Yunxue was standing beside the candle, and with the light of the candle, he spread a piece of yellow paper flattened on the incense table. He held his sleeves, dipped his pen tip into ink, and wrote a few words on the yellow paper:

Jiang Shining

The seventh day of the eighth month of the year Bingyin

On an old tree beside the temple gate, a man in black was sitting on a bent thick branch, leaning against the trunk, bent one leg, and the other was hanging leisurely, looking a little lazy. His plain white face was reflected by the little lights in the temple, and the outline of his handsome eyebrows and eyes was softened a little, making it rare to show a gentle look.

It's not someone else, it's Xue Xian.

The Fang Mansion rarely rested late that night. The young and old continued to drink some wine and fell asleep with a little bit of drunkenness. Xue Xian and the others were the door that left after everyone rested.

"Aren't you afraid that your sister would scold you if she burns paper in the future?" Xue Xian put his elbow on his knees, and his other hand was slid against the leaves hanging on his hand.

Jiang Shining stood under the tree, looked up at him, shook his head and said, "My sister is soft-hearted and can't bear to leave."

"You are willing to say goodbye to the death." Xue Xian grabbed two leaves with his hands and folded them in his hand.

"If you don't walk at night, you won't be able to leave during the day. She cried at me and I can't help it." Jiang Shining smiled, "It's better to have short pain than long pain. I always have to leave. I left her a letter."

Xue Xian nodded, "Okay, it's your sister on the left, not mine."

He turned his head, stared at the thin nerd under the tree, looked up and down, and then said, "Have you really thought about it? There is no turning back in this matter."

"Yes." Jiang Shining nodded, "My father and mother are on the road, and my sister is doing well, so I have no regrets. It's time to leave. There is no reason why a good soul and ghost are left in the world and not reincarnated."

This is true. If it takes too long, it will be difficult to even enter the cycle of reincarnation, which is not a good thing.

"The whole world has a banquet." Jiang Shining looked down at his hands, feet and body, then turned his head and carefully scanned the people who came along the temple, and finally looked up at Xue Xian.

Three years of wandering in the ruins of Jiangjia Medical Hall were like a flash of lights, and he could not even remember it now. He only clearly remembered that he suddenly raised his eyes in the weeds on the tall corner of the house and saw this young man in black robe. His face was pale and almost sickly, but his eyebrows and eyes were filled with an arrogant beauty.

Since then, he has a paper body and found his parents' souls. He has even been so far away, crossing the long river, wrote a full letter, and bid farewell to his sister...

"Suddenly remembered—" Jiang Shining said to Xue Xian, "I never seemed to have thanked me seriously."

Xue Xian sneered: "What are you grateful for?

There are so many thanks, so how can I tell you clearly in just a few words? Jiang Shining smiled.

Xuan Min looked over from the River God Temple, nodded at Jiang Shining, and then lit the folded yellow paper in her hand. A long incense quietly sprinkled smoke in the burning flames of the yellow paper.

The yellow paper slowly burned to ashes, and the fragrance fell down step by step.

Jiang Shining's figure became increasingly faded...

He bowed deeply to Xuan Min in the thin and misty smoke, then turned around, and bowed to Xue Xian.

"You are so sour that you want to flatter me a few times so that I can remember to burn you a piece of paper money in the future?" Xue Xian looked at his increasingly blurred outline, squinted his eyes and felt a little dazed.

Jiang Shining: "I don't need paper money, and I won't pay it back if I burn it." I just wish you all peace with the incense from the River God Temple.

After all, this farewell will really be endless.

The last piece of incense ash in the fragrance scattered, and Jiang Shining's figure never saw again.

Xue Xian stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, turned over and jumped down from the tree, and his black robe flew and closed in the night, and followed his steps, silently swept across the grass.

He stood at the entrance of the temple, but did not step into the door. He looked at Xuan Min who was standing by the incense table and tweaking the candle wick, and his heart was ready to move, and a trace of regret for unknown reasons came.

Xuan Min glanced at him in the candlelight and then withdrew her gaze.

He lowered his eyes and calmly folded a few talisman papers on the incense table, followed by paper ash and incense ash, swept it with his long sleeves, and then the cluster of flames on the candlestick fell into the stacked talisman papers, like a simple river lantern.

Xuan Min held a river lantern made of talisman paper in one hand and walked towards Xue Xian with great strides.

The ground inside the River God Temple was slightly higher than outside. Xuan Min stopped by the threshold and handed the river lantern in her hand to Xue Xian. Her calm eyes fell into Xue Xian's eyes, and then she took it back like a dragonfly. "This river is originally named Ping'an."

It can revive souls and send wild ghosts.

Xue Xian took the river lamp, squinted his eyes and looked at Xuan Min again, but saw him suddenly raise his hand and touch Xue Xian's face.

When the warm fingers met, Xue Xian's eyes moved.

But the body temperature suddenly left again.

"Dried leaves." Xuan Min said in a low voice, and then twisted the thin dead leaves picked from Xue Xian's temples into ashes and scattered them in the soil in front of the door.

Xue Xian closed his eyes, said "um", then turned to the riverside with the river lamp, and placed the river lamp carrying the ash of fragrance on the ancient river. The star light flowed quietly along the river water, as if sending an old friend to the other side of the underworld.

He suddenly thought about what was the regret that was previously unknown—

Looking at the moment when Jiang Shining disappeared, he felt that something was missing suddenly. Although Jiang Shining was not a noisy person, he still felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

There is a banquet that will last forever, not to mention that his life span is almost endless. He always has to watch others grow old and then go to life again, including Xuan Min...

Xue Xian frowned, feeling that such an idea made him particularly unhappy, and it was no longer just regret.

At the same time, on the top of a low mountain on the south side of the River God Temple, a row of people were sitting quietly in the night to adjust their breathing. Taking advantage of the moonlight on the top of the mountain, you can see that their white clothes were damaged everywhere, describing their embarrassment, as if they had just broken free from some difficulties.

This row of people were the people of Taichang Temple at the foot of Duji Mountain, which was struck by Xue Xian with clouds and thunder.

They were resting and recovering with the moonlight and spiritual energy in the mountains, but they did not illuminate even a lantern, as if they were deliberately hiding their own traces.

"Are you sure they are there?" Tai Zhu rarely took off his mask, combed his hair, and raised his chin to a light in the mountains and fields in the distance.

"I'm sure," Taibu nodded.

From them, you can vaguely see the starlight of the River God Temple, but you can't see anyone there. All the information depends on Taibu's one hand.

Although she was disguised as someone the night before, overall, Taibu's calculations were accurate and she rarely made mistakes. So since she was so sure, Taizhu was a little relieved.

"Just--" Tai Zhu tied his hair down, put down his hand and fiddled with the edge of the mask, and suddenly spoke, "Actually, I'm still a little doubtful..."

Taibu was stunned and turned his head to look at him: "What?"

"We were so nervous and panicked before that we ignored a little. We ran into the national master at the foot of Duji Mountain. When we were about to speak, we received a letter from the national master." Tai Zhu frowned and said, "Did you see the national master deliver the letter at that time?"

They have seen two times when the national teacher communicate with others. It is said that the moment the national teacher burns the letter paper, it is convenient for him to receive the letter, and the difference is almost the same, so he never has to worry about delaying time.

But at that time, Tai Zhu didn't even dare to raise his head, let alone saw the national master burning the letter.

"Maybe it happened to burn before turning the corner of the mountain road. We only received it after turning it over." Taibu guessed and said confidently: "But no doubt, it is indeed the national teacher. When he left, I looked at his fingers."

Tai Zhu was stunned: "Finger?"

Although the people in Taichang Temple have more opportunities to see the national master than ordinary people, even if they have been raised by Taichang Temple since childhood, they rarely have the opportunity to get in close contact with the national master because the national master does not like others to be close to each other.

Therefore, few of them can explore the subtle characteristics of the national teacher, such as whether there are moles or scars.

But Taibu knew one thing...

It was the first time she saw the national teacher. She was only seven years old, and she was pale and thin, like a bean seedling with heavy heads and feet. At that time, her family was poor, her father died early, and her mother fell seriously ill again, and she was about to die.

She knelt on the edge of the bed in the broken house at home, and cried in the bitter wind and rain, and was about to breathe when a monk knocked on the door.

At that time, she saw the national master for the first time. He was as white as Yunxue in a monk's robe. He was extremely tall. From her perspective, he could only see his thin chin.

He bent down and stretched out a hand at her. The hand was very beautiful, with a well-proportioned and clean look that it had never touched a star of filth. Although he was wearing a silver mask, she felt that he must be better than anyone she had seen in her short life.

She almost forgot to cry, and asked the monk blankly with her face raised: "Who are you?"

The monk's voice was as quiet as water, and she suddenly felt relieved: "I am the monk's Dharma name and lamp, and I will pick you up for Taichang Temple."

She stared at the slender and slender hand in front of her, and nodded in a daze without hearing what the other party said.

From then on, she embarked on another path.

Although the impression of the national master in her heart was far from the glimpse of the first time when she first met her. When facing the national master, she was far more respectful and cautious than she admired at the beginning, but she always clearly remembered every detail of the national master when she was seven years old, and could remember it for the rest of her life.

Seeing that she was in a daze, Taizhu asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the national teacher's finger?"

"There is another very small mole on the side of the ring knuckle of the national master's finger." Taibu replied to his spirit, "When I saw it for the first time when I saw the national master, I have always remembered it. That day, I took a look at it at the foot of the Duji Mountain and confirmed that I would never make a mistake. He is the national master."
Chapter completed!