Zhou Yin!?

This name is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it's so close that I don't know where I've heard it.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"Young man, where are you from?"

Just as Li Mo was thinking about it, the words of the old man in green clothes pulled him back from his thoughts.

"Capital." Li Mo said casually.

"Beijing..." The old man in green shirt remained calm, playing with the tea bowl on the table, and said unconsciously: "Young man, your accent doesn't sound like someone from the capital..."

"Old man, I am just looking for a living in the capital...but my hometown is in Longyuan Mansion..."

Li Mo sat down and took the tea bowl from the old man in green shirt.

"Longyuan Mansion...that's a good place..."

"Have you been there too, old man?" Li Mo became interested.

"When I was young, I went to Fulong Mountain to offer incense... the incense there was very strong."

"Fulong Mountain!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned strange.

"What's wrong!?"

"That place has been abandoned for many years..." Li Mo looked at the old man in green clothes suspiciously.

More than 900 years ago, before the destruction of the Shen Sect occurred, there were many sects in the world, and Fulong Mountain was famous all over the world. It was as famous as [Wanjie Mountain] and was the best in the world.

Even the name of [Longyuan Mansion] comes from the sect of this mountain. The evil dragon lurks in the depths of Longyuan, hence its name.

At that time, the seven major mountain gates of Longyuan Mansion, such as Langhuan Mountain and Yumen Mountain, were all unpopular existences.

Later, when Shenzong destroyed the law, Fulongshan became the first being to be exterminated in Longyuan Mansion due to its great power and the violation of royal taboos due to its name.

After that, Fulong Mountain was completely deserted, its spiritual beauty was exhausted, and it looked like a withered tomb.

Where do the gods come from in such a place, and where do they get the incense to worship them.

"Abandoned for many years..."

The old man in green clothes pondered for a moment, then took a deep look at Li Mo and sighed softly: "Yes...he is no longer here..."

"The young man was arrogant and proud of his pen, but now, his youth has faded away and his heart is full of desolation... I am getting older..."

The old man in green shirt shook the tea bowl in his hand and sighed softly, but his old eyes were filled with a brighter light than that of the young man.

"Young man, where are you from Longyuan Mansion?"

"Luofu Mountain!" Li Mo felt weird, but still subconsciously replied.

"Luofu... Luofu..."

The old man in green shirt was stunned for a moment, then put down the tea bowl in his hand, and his eyes looking at Li Mo became unusually soft.

"how?"

"I think of an old friend, she was also born in Luofu... But I haven't seen her for many years..."

"Old man, do you still know our seniors from Luofu Mountain!?" Li Mo couldn't help but say.

As he spoke, he looked up and down at the old man in green shirt in front of him. He seemed to be calm and gentle, but after careful consideration, he still looked ordinary.

"Old man, this Beimang Barren Hills is not a place where you can play casually? Why are you here alone?"

"I'm here to see my daughter off..." The old man in green shirt tightened the bamboo stick beside him and sighed softly: "The child's life is hard. He died a year ago..."

"Perhaps I acted unscrupulously when I was young and killed too much, causing God to be displeased..."

As he spoke, the old man in green shirt subconsciously looked up at the sky. However, his gaze did not contain any awe or introspection, but was full of mockery and arrogance.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I don't know..." Li Mo said slightly apologetically.

It is always a great tragedy in life to lose a daughter when you grow old, or to give away a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

"It doesn't matter, life and death are impermanent and never determined... How can people's joys and sorrows be easily changed?" The old man in green shirt held the bamboo stick and moved his eyes lightly to look at Li Mo.

"What's more, it was a surprise that you and I met by chance today... It made me feel homesick." The old man in green shirt sighed.

"Feeling homesick!? Old man, your hometown is also from Longyuan Mansion?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

The old man in green shirt shook his head and cast his distracted eyes far away.

"It's still further..."

"What is that place?"

"We meet today, but it's fate. As we get older, we can't help but be inspired by poetry. Young man, can you listen to my chant and explain my deep homesickness?" The old man in green shirt said leisurely.

"Juniors are all ears."

Li Mo was polite, but he was murmuring in his heart. This old man was quite sour. He was homesick as much as he was homesick, and he even wanted to recite poems.

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground..."

"Um!?"

At this moment, the corners of the green-shirted old man's lips moved slightly. Just the first two sentences made Li Mo's expression suddenly change. He stood up with a "snap", his trembling eyes stared at the green-shirted old man in front of him.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown."

The soft words are long and lingering, like the warm mountain breeze, a wisp of nostalgia and loneliness, and they are spoken softly.

But Li Mo's heart was stirred up, and his horrified eyes revealed deep disbelief.

"You are...how could you..."

"When you get old, you can still see your hometown people again..."

The old man in green clothes murmured softly, and slowly stretched out his old palm, pointing behind Li Mo.

"It's time for you to go back."

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, then turned around, only to see the mist coming in again, and it was so white that he couldn't see clearly.

"What on earth are you..."

Li Mo turned around again, but in front of him was the mist of clouds and mountains. Where was the stone table in the pavilion, and where was the old man in the pavilion.

The mountains are high, the water is long, and the white clouds are long.

Next to the stream that seemed like a dream, the pavilion remained the same. The old man in green shirt sat alone in front of the stone table. The famous spring was brewing new tea, and the fire was like fireflies.

After a while, a group of armored guards came from afar, along the mountain road, and surrounded them tightly.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with white hair rushed out from the crowd, hurried to the pavilion, and worshiped.

"You... why did you come here? It's so easy for me to find you."

"Xiannu, do you think that after many years, someone will drink this cup of tea?"

At this moment, the old man in green shirt in the pavilion raised the tea bowl in his hand and suddenly asked.

"How many years later?"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a confused look.

"The tea is no longer around at that time, how can I drink it?"

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Suddenly, the old man in green shirt smiled, put down his tea bowl, and slowly stood up.

"Perhaps...that little brat Han Qi is right, he needs to leave a nemesis for that seed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man's face trembled suddenly, and he raised his head in disbelief. After so many years, he heard the name again that he could hardly mention.

"If the spring breeze cares for the flowers, can you allow me to be young again... It's like a big dream."

At this moment, the old man in blue shirt spoke loudly, as if he had not woken up from a dream, strolling leisurely, and disappeared into the vast mountains.

…

On Mangdang Mountain, deep in the white clouds.

Li Mo stood alone, never regaining consciousness until the fog dissipated. He watched the stars gradually rise and the moon appeared, with a look of surprise still in his eyes.

"Zhou Yin...Zhou Yin..."

"The gods do not show themselves, but hide their traces..."

"Zhou is the surname of the country. More than 900 years ago, a young man traveled from the capital to the desert hills of Beimang. His name was the Demon Catcher, but he actually came from Xia, Shang and Zhou..."

"The young man's name is Zhou Yin. He encountered a demon monkey by chance in Ailao Mountain..."

"Shen Zong!?"

Li Mo's eyebrows jumped and he finally remembered a past incident that Gu Changan mentioned that day.
To be continued...