I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 251 Maybe It Will Be Passed Thousands of Years Later
The first day of the Lunar New Year is the time for Hansu to worship the gods.

In the past, Hezhou produced grain and had a prosperous population. Hansu was considered a large county, and it was next to Heyuan, with at least 20 people.

It is said that there are 3 to [-] people in the city alone.

But then there was another military disaster and demons, and many people died.However, just like this, people knew that monsters were scary, so after the Snow Temple was built, almost half of the people who could walk in Hansu would come to the temple on the edge of the snowfield to worship on the first day of the new year and the sixth day of June.Many people even carry baskets on their backs and carry burdens full of incense, and worship next to each other, not missing every temple.

At that time, the temple was full of cigarette smoke, and the pilgrims lined up on the edge of the snow field, sometimes forming a long queue at the gate of the snow temple.

County towns have become empty cities, and villages have become empty villages.

The newly appointed county magistrate was shocked when he saw him.

In the past two years, the drought in Hezhou has not stopped people from coming here to offer incense, but after the epidemic, it must not be possible. Many people died, and the city was still sealed, and entry and exit were strictly controlled.

It's just that the city was sealed off, but the village was not.

There are still sparse black spots between the sky and the earth, wrapped in thick clothes, covering their mouth and nose, and coming in the wind and snow.

There are human villages closest to the border of the snowfield and the temple where the Taoists stayed overnight, about twenty miles away. The woman set off at dawn, took the children, and carried the grass incense on her back, and walked for more than an hour to come to the Snow Temple.

The snow is too thick, and the wind is too fast.

The woman carried a basket against the wind, and the child was young and frail, with one foot deep and the other shallow, and occasionally had to be blown to the side of the road by the wind.

I don't know if there is a spirit from the gods, but when she approached, the wind and snow here became weaker.

"mother."

"talk less."

"Why are there so few people this year?"

"There is a plague this year."

"Is it all dead?"

"..."

The woman didn't answer this, but said: "It's better to have fewer people, so as not to get sick."

"The village official said that we will no longer get sick after drinking the divine water sent by the mother-in-law of the land."

"Still be careful."

"The snow is so deep here!"

"talk less."

"Why do we come here to worship the gods? Why don't we worship the land mother?"

"Tell you to talk less."

"Why?"

"Because there are monsters here, who want to come out to eat people and spread diseases. It is precisely because there are gods in the sky, and a temple for the gods is built here, so the monsters dare not come out. We come here to burn incense, so the gods can bless us. Being eaten by the monster inside, I will bless the disease to recover soon." The woman said pantingly, "When we go back, we will go to worship the mother-in-law of the land."

"Monster? Where is it?"

"It's right behind these temples, inside the snow field, inside the inside."

"What does the fairy look like?"

"Just like in the Chang Temple."

"Mom, have you ever seen a fairy?"

"I don't know if I've seen it or not. Sometimes the gods will turn into people, and they won't recognize them."

"Then what if people go into the snow?"

"Will be eaten by monsters..."

The woman answered patiently while panting, not forgetting her warning: "You must never go inside..."

But she didn't notice that the child beside her was staring ahead with a pair of black eyes.

In the direction he was looking at, there was a Taoist walking alone into the snowy sky with a bamboo stick.The footprints have been extending from the entrance of the temple to the snow field behind the temple.

Until the child reaches out and points in that direction:

"Is that a fairy?"

Only then did the woman look in the direction he pointed.

The wind and snow were so heavy that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The woman couldn't help but also froze for a moment.

"Is that a fairy?"

The child opened his eyes wide and asked again.

"do not know……"

"Is that a monster?"

"I don't know! Leave it alone! Don't talk!"

"Oh……"

The child still couldn't help staring in that direction.

The figure walked further and further away, gradually blurred by the wind and snow, maybe adults can't see clearly, but children often have a pair of brighter eyes, they can still see clearly, and they are reluctant to blink.

I don't know if it is a fairy.

I don't know if it is a monster.

I'm afraid it will be remembered by him for many years.

The mother's tug came from the hand, the child silently quickened his pace, followed his mother, and walked into the small temple in front.

This is the tradition of offering sacrifices to the gods.

The plague is also hard to stop.

If you want to say how long this tradition is, how long is it?
It has been more than ten years since Heyuan was occupied by the big monster.

But don't underestimate the past ten years, even for people who are already mature, these ten years are already most of their lives since they can remember, and for young people, this is especially true since childhood.

It has been like this since childhood, and it has been like this since ancient times, there is not much difference.

Perhaps one day when the demons in Heyuan are eliminated, there will still be people who will follow the tradition and come here to worship the gods.Every year on the first day of the new year and the sixth day of June, this continuous line of snow temples will still be full of incense. If you are lucky, it may be passed down for thousands of years.

I just don't know how future generations think about it.

……

A swallow shuttles through the clouds at high speed, sometimes rushing into the clouds, fighting the rain and fog, and sometimes passing through the clouds, soaring between the wind and snow-covered world, free and strong.

The land is covered with snow, flat and vast.

This season, there should be no swallows.

This world seems to have two eyes, watching the swallow, and the swallow is also watching this world with its own eyes.

Flap your wings and rush into the clouds.

A U-turn, and straight down like an arrow.

The cold wind and snow are all around.

Until flying to the edge of the snow field.

There was a Taoist sitting cross-legged on the snow, covered in snow.

"brush!"

The swallow bumped into the Taoist and disappeared.

The cold wind continued, and the sobbing continued.

The snow is really bigger than a goose feather.

The Taoist opened his eyes, stood up too, and then, holding his bamboo stick, without saying a word, he headed north all the way to the center of the snow field.

After walking ten miles, the snow fell to my knees.

After walking for twenty miles, the snow did not reach my thighs.

Thirty miles away, there is no trace of snow.

The world has gradually become a vast expanse of whiteness, and it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between the sky and the earth, and it is also unclear whether you are walking on the snow or in the clouds.

Still walking and watching.

I heard that the monsters here are the spirits of the water lake with a radius of hundreds of miles. They became monsters because of the blood, corpses and resentment, and later turned the Heyuan into a snowfield. It is snowing, and the four seasons are like winter, but there are creatures living in this snow.

Like tiny footprints on the ground.

Like a bird passing by in the sky.

Suddenly the Taoist stopped and looked forward.

I saw heavy snow in front of me, and the rows of poplar trees had long since died, leaving only withered branches, guiding the direction of the original official road, and in front of this row of dead trees, there were a few white cranes resting.

Or stand on one foot, stretch your body, or turn your head to comb the feathers, or raise your head high, flapping your wings, no matter what you do, it's like dancing.

In the heavy snow, the whole world is white, and most of the feathers of the playing and dancing white cranes are also white, but the row of dry tree trunks is dark, reflected by the snow, like ink stains.And the legs and necks of those white cranes are also black. When they stretch their wings, the feathers on the tips of the wings are also black. These are the only points of ink in the world, and they all seem to be smudged with ink, casual and agile. .

The momentarily freehand landscape painting became realistic at this moment.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Soft and thin, with a milky sound.

Song You looked back——

Perhaps the sound of the wind and snow was too loud, and I didn't realize that, at some point, there were a series of tiny footprints behind me, like small holes poked out in the snow.

At the end of the footprints is a three-colored cat, which also stretched its head, looking at the group of white cranes beside the poplar.

Song You looked at it calmly.

"Meow? What's the matter?"

The three-flowered cat tilted its head and looked at him.

"..."

Song You looked at it silently, and it took a long time to look back, continue to walk forward, and said calmly: "I am here, although I want to suppress your Excellency, but I am here in a dignified way. I don't know if you treat me like this because you are too contemptuous. I'm still too arrogant and rude."

"call……"

It seems that it also knows that it is not pretending to be a good one. When a gust of cold wind blows, the three-colored cat behind it turns into snow.

The string of small footprints also disappeared.

The Taoist continued to walk forward.

When passing by the row of poplar trees and the group of white cranes, I saw one of the white cranes raised its foot and stretched its wings, but turned to look at him, and opened its mouth to speak, with an erratic voice, as if there was an echo:
"According to human etiquette, you should register your own number, right?"

"Puff puff……"

The rest of the white cranes around were frightened at once, they all ran forward, spread their wings, flew up while running, flew to the distance in a row, and gradually disappeared into the snow and wind.

"My surname is Song Mingyou, from Lingquan County, Yizhou."

"Fulong Temple?"

"Exactly."

Although Song You replied, he still walked forward.

The footsteps do not stop, the direction does not change.

Even if you walk past the white crane.

But Bai He still stood where he was, turned his head as he walked, kept staring at him, and said to him, "Who is Taoist Duoxing to you?"

"..."

Song You then stopped and turned to look at it:
"Your Excellency met the tutor?"

"It's your master!"

"Exactly."

"That's fate!"

As the white crane said, it also spread its wings, with a wingspan of at least a few feet, took a few steps forward, took off lightly, and flew in the direction where the previous white cranes flew away.

The posture is really beautiful.

Song You withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

About ten miles away.

"..."

Song You stopped again.

There is an abyss in the snow.

Like a crack in the snow.

In the vast white world, this crack runs from the far left of the line of sight to the far right of the line of sight, and there is no end to both sides.If you lower your head and go down, the vertical depth will not be bottomed out, and if you raise your head forward, the opposite bank is at least a hundred feet away from this side, blocking the way forward.

"..."

Song You smiled and stepped forward.

Walking to the edge, I accidentally stepped on the snow and ice, and they all fell down, and there was no echo.

However, the Taoist did not stop at all.

He stared straight ahead without changing his face.

Walking in the air is like walking on flat ground.

Hundreds of feet away, I'm afraid it will take half a cup of tea.

Sometimes the wind and snow blows, sometimes the wind blows from the soles of the feet, and sometimes snow and ice fall from the opposite bank. After a while, there is an echo from the bottom, which is really shocking.

In the half-cup tea room, the Taoist's footsteps remained the same.

Walk through the ravine and look back.

How can there be any bottomless gully?
It's just the same snowfield as always.

But don't think that this is just a simple illusion, if it is an illusion, it is also an extremely brilliant illusion.If you can see through illusions, know that it is false, and have a firm heart without any wavering, it is false.However, if one's heart shakes a little during this process, and a little doubt arises, they will all fall and fall straight into the depths of the ground.

Song You withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

An elk came from the wind and snow. It had a strong body, and the antlers on its head were like dry tree branches. Both the horns and the shoulders were covered with snow, and it gradually walked parallel to Song You.

"What law are you practicing?"

The elk turned to ask him, with a leisurely and ethereal voice.

"Your Excellency will know soon."

"Oh!"

There was a chaotic sound of hooves, and the elk was frightened, and suddenly turned and ran to the side, and the deer's hooves kicked up a lot of broken snow.

It quickly ran away and became a small black spot on the snow.

Song You took a glance and walked deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)