At midnight, there was no moon in the sky. The treetops were shaking a little by the wind, and the shadows of the tree were reflected on the window screen, like evil ghosts caught by the teeth. In the treetops, a pair of eyes suddenly opened and stared at the window gloomyly. With a "gao", the owner of the eyes in the treetops suddenly opened their black wings. The crow flew past the sky like a ghost.

The crows cry at night, ominous.

After the crow's screams, a miserable baby cry came. Yuan Cangshu suddenly woke up. Even though he was a master of his generation and was used to seeing ghosts and monsters, he was still scared and sweating.

Yuan Atractylodes opened the door and looked quietly at the dark night sky.

When dark clouds cover the moon, the sculpture of Xuanyue Temple in Xuanyue Temple becomes more and more brilliant.

I don’t know if it was because of Fufeng’s incident or whether I saw Zhuque Feng in Muyuntian Palace, Yuan Cangshu always felt restless.

He opened the door and walked down the mountain, slowly walked out of the Xuanyue Temple.

A white robe swayed beside his feet, and his long white beard gently floated in the wind. His pure white hair tied a bun on his head. He just walked on the road in an ordinary way, and he also had the temperament of a fairy-like trait.

The disciple who was fighting in the corridor saw that Yuan Atractylodes was about to salute. Yuan Atractylodes waved his hand to stop him, and walked out of Xuanyue Temple on his own.

This was his habit for many years. He couldn't sleep at night and went to Fengdui of the Yuan family to look for Guangbai.

Guangbai was the book boy of Yuan Cangshu and the son of the Yuan family servant. Shortly after Yuan Cangshu became the leader of Xuanyue Temple, Guangbai went to Fengdui to guard the tomb.

Now Guangbai is as old as Yuan Atractylodes.

In the white pine forest outside the pile, there was a small wooden house. Guangbai sat in a gray-white dressed in a coarse cloth and his beard was gray.

Yuan Atractylodes knocked on the door gently.

Guangbai raised his head slightly: "Come in when you come."

Yuan Atractylodes pushed the door and walked in. He saw Guangbai warming wine on the table with a small mud stove.

"You're not asleep yet."

Guangbai poured a glass of wine for Yuan Atractylodes and pointed at the direction of the sealed pile outside the window: "Can you sleep all the time after death? Why do you sleep so much now?"

Yuan Atractylodes dimly pointed his forehead at a broad white one: "You don't conform to the theory of the Medicine Sect."

Guangbai sneered: "It's all you guys."

"It's hard for you to keep guarding them."

Guangbai glanced at Yuan Atractylodes: "You have been saying this for decades."

Yuan Atractylodes drink a sip of wine. Guangbai likes to drink strong wine, and even if it is warmed up with a small mud stove, it is still very spicy.

The strong wine slashed across the throat to warm up Yuan Cangshu's body.

Yuan Cangshu sighed: "Guangbai, I am always a little restless these days. I always feel that something big is about to happen to Fufeng. I am afraid that I can't keep the Xuanyue Temple."

Guangbai raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Yuan Atractylodes. Guangbai's wrinkles at the corners of his eyes pulled the eyelids slightly drooped and half covered the brown pupils.

Perhaps because of the reason why he rarely speaks, Guangbai always feels turbid when he speaks, as if something is stuck in his throat.

"You've been so many years now, and you've been well guarded."

Yuan Atractylodes are speechless.

"Are they all okay?" Yuan Cangshu asked.

Guangbai said in a deep voice: "What's the good or bad for people sleeping underground? They just keep falling asleep."

"Guangbai, maybe I'll go there one day, too. But it seems that it's not that scary when I think of you, the old man, drinking next to me, is sleeping there."

Guangbai sneered: "If you go there, my life span will be here too?"

"Guangbai, do you have anything to do?"

Guangbai looked at Feng Dui in the distance and drank the wine in the glass. After a long time, he held the wine glass and his voice was a little hoarse: "I want him to live, okay?"

Yuan Atractylodes's face changed: "Guangbai, he is dead! Haven't you let it go for so many years?"

Guangbai looked back at Yuan Cangshu, and his half-towed eyeballs were a little cloudy: "He didn't have to die, didn't he?"

Yuan Cangshu suddenly stood up: "Guangbai, you and I won't talk about this topic again!"

"Why can't we talk about it!" Guangbai was a little annoyed: "A person as good as him gave you and me all the good, but ended up like that! Can't the living talk to him?"

"Guangbai!" Yuan Cangshu shouted sternly: "He has become a demon!"

"So what!" Guangbai crushed the wine glass in his hand with a "slap".

Yuan Cangshu had a very clear face: "Guangbai, you and I are both immortals, and we should put the world first! Even if we are a demon, we should eliminate it!"

"The Xuanyue Temple helps the people of the world, but only doesn't save him?! I have been puzzled for so many years. How could you be cruel and act hard at the beginning?"

"He killed more than a dozen innocent people!"

"He was already in a state of devil at that time, not his true intention!"

"If you get into a demon and hurt the lives of innocent people, that is an evil spirit! Then you must get rid of it!"

"Evil?" Guangbai laughed silently: "He was also the young sect leader of Xuanyue Temple and your elder brother!"

Yuan Atractylodes's face was pale: "Guangbai, Yuan Qin was greedy for practicing evil techniques and became a demon. It was you and I who joined forces to suppress evil. Why do you have to be obsessed again now?"

"But I regret it." Guangbai sat down dejectedly and buried his face in his palm: "Atractylodes, I regret it. After he died, I came to guard the tomb. I thought I could make up for my mistakes for so many years. But I can't. Atractylodes, no matter how long I stayed, I couldn't feel at ease."

"Guangbai, after Qin Zhi died, you ruined your voice, broke the Liu Di, and sweared not to sing songs again. You have been here for thirty-five years. All this is enough."

Guangbai raised his head and seemed to have a trace of expectation in his turbid eyes: "Atractylodes, if you have the chance to make Qin Sheng come alive, would you be willing?"

Yuan Cangshu frowned: "Guangbai, he has become a demon, we are already strangers to him. Besides, he has turned into white bones, what's the point of saying this?"

Guangbai sat dejectedly at the small wooden table. There was a little warm light jumping in the small mud stove on the table, and the warm wine wafted out the fragrance of wine. But there was no longer any warmth in the room.

Yuan Atractylodes sighed and said, "Guangbai, I'm leaving."

Just as Yuan Atractylodes was about to walk out of the wooden house, Guangbai's voice sounded behind him: "Atractylodes, have you ever regarded Qin Ji as a brother?"

Yuan Atractylodes's face froze and stopped, and he looked back at Guangbai indifferently: "Guangbai, he is my elder brother."

Guangbai looked at Yuan Cangshu with his dead fish-like eyes and repeated stiffly: "Have you ever treated him sincerely?"

"He is a demon!" Yuan Atractylodes was a little hysterical.

Guangbai still looked at Yuan Cangshu calmly: "If I hadn't liked him at the beginning, would you have let him go?"

Both of them had white hair. When talking about the past, they no longer had the childish impulse of a young man, but the pain that had endured for many years was engraved in the weather-beaten eyes.

Yuan Atractylodes seemed to be defeated in this silent contest. He lowered his head and whispered: "I have already let go. Guangbai, you should let go too."

Yuan Atractylodes walked out of the wooden house silently.

Guangbai looked at Yuan Cangshu in a flash. His former close friend suddenly became ten years older. He seemed to have had all the oil and lights dry up, and even the strong wine could not make his pale cheeks dyed with a trace of blood.

A kestrel flew into the cabin with its wings and turned into a boy wearing a fiery red gauze next to the small mud stove.

"Have you thought it through?" Kefia looked at Guangbai with a smile.

Guangbai looked at Kefia, and the light in his eyes was dimmed: "As long as he can take out his spirit bead, can he be resurrected?"

"Yes." Kestrel said happily.

"How do I know if you are lying to me?"
Chapter completed!