Dijun's black moonlight is back

After sending Tang Yuan away, Ling Yu didn't speak for a long time.

Wen Jingchan didn't ask much, just followed her silently to the small town at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

This place is a bit different from Mingjing Mountain. There are ordinary people living at the foot of the mountain, and the nearby hundreds of miles are very crowded.

It's not like a place for seekers to cleanse themselves, but rather like a bustling city.

Ling Yu silently walked through the money crowd, seemingly aimless, but in fact she always had her own direction in her heart.

She stopped at the door of a shop selling sacrificial supplies, looked up at the signboard at the door, and walked in across the threshold.

The appearance of the boss is somewhat similar to that of the shopkeeper hundreds of years ago. Presumably, it should be his descendants who continue to manage the family business.

Ling Yu took out an ingot of broken silver and put it on the counter, then picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and hung it on his wrist.

Wen Jingchan followed her through the paper bundles full of patterns, and it was the first time he discovered that these daily things could be made so uniquely.

However, Ling Yu only took some candles and paper money in the corner, and after hesitating again and again, he took another bag of seeds and put them in a bamboo basket.

Fushuang loved flowers during her lifetime, and if these flowers were sprinkled, they should be able to bloom all over the mountains and plains.

Ling Yu knew that she couldn't see, but she also followed the example of mortals who believe in spirits in the sky.

The incense stick was placed on a high place, Ling Yu stretched out his hand to try and found that he couldn't get it, so he turned to look at Wen Jingchan very naturally.

He understood it, reached out and took a handful and put it in the bamboo basket: "What else do you want to buy?"

Ling Yu nodded, feeling that everything she needed to buy was complete, she turned around and walked out.

When passing by Wen Jingchan, he took the bamboo basket she carried on her arm.

The two walked for a long time without talking, until they reached the edge of the Cang River.

On the other side is Jiange Mountain, the burial place of Fushuang.

After Ling Yu left the Golden Sand Remains, she went to many places, and she never had the idea of ​​visiting here again.

She always felt that Heaven deliberately arranged for her to come back here again, but the moment she really stood at the bottom of the mountain, she was confused again.

Was it really God's will to bring her back?
For tens of thousands of years in her past and present lives, she was not a person who obeyed the arrangements of fate.

If it was God's will, how could she be so obedient.

But if not, then why did she come back here.

Seeing that she was not leaving, Wen Jingchan stopped and waited for her.

"Master, don't you have anything to ask me?" Ling Yu finally asked.

It's not that Wen Jingchan doesn't want to ask anything, but he just doesn't think it's necessary.

He shook his head: "You have your reasons, I won't interfere."

There are colorful lights on Jiange Mountain, which should be other practitioners who came to subdue the earth dragon.

Only across the Cangjiang River, the people at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain live and work in peace and contentment, but the people at the foot of Jiange Mountain are already sparsely populated.

Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan flew across the river, and when they landed, they were a little surprised at the scene in front of them.

There are dilapidated houses and barren farmland everywhere. It is not difficult to see that it used to be as prosperous as the other side of the river.

Ling Yu turned around suddenly: "Master, is there a formation on the river?"

"Yes." Wen Jingchan nodded.

With a flick of his finger, a burst of spiritual power flew out, and the forbidden-step talisman on the river lit up.

"It should be ordered by the elders of the Taiyi Sect," Wen Jingchan said, "to prevent the earth dragon from crossing the river and harming the people."

Even they can't do anything about it?

Ling Yu used to think that Xi Yanxi and the elders had a high level of cultivation, but now it seems that they are just a bunch of fluff.

"Go pay homage to your old friend first." Wen Jingchan said.

Ling Yu really planned to visit Fu Shuang first, and then go back to Di Long.

She walked all the way up the path up the mountain. There were clouds and mist shrouded in the mountains, and cranes flew in circles.

Now there is only a gray mist lingering on the trees, giving people a half-dead feeling.

She has only been away for 300 years, how could this place have become like this.

Weeds were overgrown in front of Fushuang's tomb, and it was obvious from a glance that no one had come to sweep it for a long time.

Ling Yu felt it was understandable, this big worm made no one live below the mountain, and of course there would be no one on the mountain anymore.

She swept away the weeds with spells, added incense ash to the altar, and the writing on the tombstone emerged from the dust.

Whisk the frosting.

Wen Jingchan knew that this person was a rare talent in cultivation in Jinsha Relics, and he was also half a step away from becoming an immortal.

Forgive the real person for saying that she failed to cross the catastrophe and died after becoming a mortal. She did not expect to have a fate with Ling Yu.

Wen Jingchan admired her a little, so she also took three incense sticks and lit them and placed them in front of her tombstone.

Next to it is an unnamed tomb, which seems to have been built in Fushuang later.

After Ling Yu paid homage to Fushuang, she also went to clean Fengxiang, and Wen Jingchan followed her silently carrying her things.

"This is Tang Yuan's tomb." Ling Yu said.

Wen Jingchan realized that the one who had just been sent up the mountain should be the reincarnation of Tang Yuan.

"Master, tell me," Ling Yu asked him, "Do you want to engrave words on this tombstone?"

She was thinking about this question all the way, but she didn't understand it.

Tang Yuan has already been reincarnated, this tomb that accompanied Fushuang, should there be an inscription for him?
"From my perspective on Tang Yuan's appearance in this world, although his journey to immortality will be sharpened in the future," Wen Jingchan said, "one day he will ascend to the Tao."

"I know." Ling Yu said.

His path was supposed to be like this. It was because of her that the change changed their lives.

"Their tombs are in one place, and there is no Fushuang around him after reincarnation," Wen Jingchan said, "This is the end of their fate."

"If it was me, I would erect a monument for myself."

"Why?" Ling Yu asked.

"Emotions that go hand in hand with life and death," Wen Jingchan replied, "A beginning and an end means a good beginning and a good end."

Ling Yu looked at the stele and thought for a moment, then waved his hand to carve words on it.

No matter how Tang Yuan in this life is like Tang Yuan in his previous life, he is no longer the one who loves Fushuang.

Their story has come to an end. Fushuang and Tang Yuan are buried here.

But Tang Yuan who went up the mountain today is another person.

How can we not erect a monument to the dead because of another living person.

After Ling Yu finished these, she patted the dust off her clothes and walked to Wen Jingchan's side.

She took the bag of flower seeds, unpacked them, and sprinkled them in front of the graves of the two, and sprinkled the last bit behind Fushuang's tombstone.

"Let's go," Ling Yu said, "Go catch bugs."

Wen Jingchan put down the empty bamboo basket, and walked towards the direction of the fighting sound with her.

"Is Master always treating people like this?" Ling Yu suddenly asked him.

"Which one?" Wen Jingchan was at a loss, not knowing what Lingyu was referring to.

"I haven't mentioned the relationship between Tang Yuan and Fushuang to you," Ling Yu said, "You saw through it but didn't reveal it."

"These two people have known each other before, you have doubts in your heart, you want to ask but you don't ask."

"There is also this big bug, come and help me cure it without asking why."

Wen Jingchan turned to look at her: "There are no other questions, there is only one question that you don't want to answer."