Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

Chapter 111

Bai Yu took Lao Mo and set out on the road home.

At this time, Lao Mo's image also changed greatly, and he became a dog with black and white fur.

No one could recognize that this was the original Lao Mo.

The man and the dog went south all the way.

The closer they got to the south, the more desolate the surrounding scenery became.

The misty rain in the Jiangnan region with paddy fields in memory disappeared.

There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, the fields were barren, and there were bones in the weeds.

All you can see is the broken mountains and rivers, the weeds are overgrown, and the bones are exposed in the wild.

Groups of wild wolves and red jackals roamed around, dragging bones everywhere.

The cruelty of the Red Lotus Sect's war before can be seen.

There were even groups of red jackals who were so bold that they tried to besiege Bai Yu.

As a result, Lao Mo roared, and all the red jackals were frightened and trembled all over.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo had an extra meal that night.

Finally, we arrived at the original Jiangcheng.

The Jiangcheng, which used to be bustling with people, was now in ruins, with weeds everywhere.

Bai Yu entered the city based on his memory and could hardly recognize it.

He vaguely remembered that the land in front of him was once the wealthy East City, where the houses were magnificent.

Especially in the center, there was Chunfeng Tower, where there were singing and dancing and the lights were as bright as day.

Now the weeds are taller than people, and wild rabbits and birds are frolicking in it.

Bai Yu sighed heavily.

But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds are sad at dusk.

He turned around and looked around, but saw an old lady with gray hair, carrying a basket and burning some paper money at the original site of Chunfeng Tower.

The old lady muttered to herself:

"It's gone, it's gone, the bandit army came, and everything was destroyed."

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes and felt that the old lady looked familiar.

After a while, he remembered that this was Qiu Niang from Chunfeng Tower, the one who once said with a smile, "Young Master, you are against me."

The once beautiful lady with picturesque eyebrows and eyes is now gray-haired and old.

The beauty is old, and the prosperous land is deserted.

Bai Yu grinned and revealed a bitter smile, which was uglier than crying.

He did not disturb Qiu Niang, but took Lao Mo through the city and went straight to the original Yizhuang site.

The Yizhuang had long disappeared, but the tombs remained.

Opposite the Yizhuang, the original Yangliu Street, there are many houses again, forming a small village.

At the entrance of the village, a group of old men and women were basking in the sun.

One of the skinny old men waved his cane and said:

"Let me tell you, there used to be a charity house across the street. A pair of strange people appeared there, a master and his apprentice."

"The master is called Lin Jiu, who once changed the course of Qingjiang River by himself. The apprentice is called Bai Yu, who once slept with an immortal..."

The skinny old man was talking with saliva flying, and the old men and women around him listened with relish.

There were also old men who deliberately provoked him:

"You talk so much, as if you have seen it."

The skinny old man waved his cane and said:

"What do you know? I used to make a living in the charity house. I saw it with my own eyes."

In the distance, Bai Yu heard this and recognized that the skinny old man was Zhu Tong, who was very thin now.

Bai Yu walked over and called out:

"Brother Tong."

The skinny old man looked over here.

First he was puzzled, then his face was full of disbelief, and finally he trembled all over.

"Xiaobai? It's Xiaobai!"

He trembled and excitedly stepped forward to hold Bai Yu's hand.

"Xiaobai, why are you back? Have you eaten? Let's go home."

"Oh, this spotted dog is the descendant of Lao Mo, right? Is it a grandson or a great-grandson?"

Bai Yu was also happy:

"Brother Tong, it's great to see you."

"Before, I sent my master's wife to the north, and now I'm back to bury my master and master together."

Zhu Tong's movements were not very smooth, but he kept saying:

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Bai Yu asked about the old people's recent situation.

From Zhu Tong, I learned that Xiao Wang of Yizhuang was killed by the rebels.

The lotus sister in the funeral shop was missing, maybe she was dead.

"Duluo" and "Dagu" are okay. They added a funeral team and sent funerals to people in the surrounding areas to barely make a living.

As for "practicing the sheng", during the war, because he was too hungry, he stole a bowl of fried noodles and was detained by the soldiers. He was beheaded on the same day.

Being beheaded for fried noodles is really touching.

Almost only one in ten people in the charity cemetery and funeral shops are left.

Even those who are still alive are lingering and very old.

For a moment, Bai Yu didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

How many places have changed, and how many relatives and friends have turned gray.

Time is the most powerful magic.

Zhu Tong pulled Bai Yu and invited him to his home.

Bai Yu shook his head.Head:

"Brother Tong, I want to go to Uncle Jiu's grave and bury his wife with him."

"I'll come back to see you after I finish my business."

Zhu Tong nodded repeatedly:

"This is business, business is important, but unfortunately my legs and feet are not in good condition now, and I couldn't go up the mountain a few years ago, otherwise I would definitely go to help."

Bai Yu said goodbye to Zhu Tong and went up a small hill.

Strangely enough, the path in this desolate mountain has never been abandoned.

Finally, Bai Yu came to the vicinity of Uncle Jiu's grave.

Unexpectedly, there was a temple in front of the grave.

Earth Master Temple.

Although it was not large, it was very clean and tidy, with incense and candles lit, and it was obvious that someone often cleaned and worshiped.

Bai Yu entered the temple with curiosity.

But in the center, there was a statue of a god.

The statue was wearing a robe, holding a peach wood sword, with a righteous look between his eyebrows, and his image was somewhat similar to Uncle Jiu.

There was a small door next to the temple, and a young Taoist priest came out from it.

He lit incense and candles while saying:

"Sir, are you here to worship the True Lord?"

"The True Lord is very effective. He was originally a Feng Shui master. He fought against the eighteen evil stars with his own strength, changed the Qingjiang waterway, and saved the people of the city. The people nearby respected him as the Earth Master True Lord."

"Our True Lord is very responsive and effective. People from all over the country will come to worship the True Lord, and even the officials from Lancheng next door come to worship him."

Bai Yu looked at the statue and laughed involuntarily.

Since returning to the south, everything was in ruins and gloomy.

This was the first happy thing he encountered.

Jiangcheng was broken, the Chunfeng Tower in the County Governor's Mansion disappeared, and the four major families were wiped out.

But Uncle Jiu became the True Lord.

Some people carve their names into stones, but they are buried by weeds in the blink of an eye.

Some people die so that more people can live well.

People build temples for him and worship him on the altar so that he can live forever.

Bai Yu laughed heartily, and tears flowed down his face.

In a trance, the statue of Zhenjun in the temple seemed to laugh too.

The young Taoist looked at Bai Yu in surprise, not knowing why Bai Yu suddenly laughed.

After a long while, Bai Yu stopped laughing and gave a few taels of incense money.