Now that I have passed away, no one can think of it.

Now my Taoist dynasty has been cut off from now on.

If the underworld is not crossed, I will ride a boat by.

The sea of ​​bitterness extends and can build a large ship.

You ask me how many people I need to drive the boat, and how many people I would like to walk with me?

Let's take a look...

......

......

The tomb has no name or surname.

Except for one dead bone, there is only half a whisk.

Is this what I left with others?

The two looked at each other, and later left in a hurry with confusion.

Meeting a dead person, he left in a hurry.

Then, he was tripped to the ground.

Bang.

Seeing his companion to the end, the man on the outing hurried over and reached out to help the woman up.

Who would have thought that as soon as the woman got up, the man showed horror on his face.

Under the woman's skirt, a dusty corpse was holding a tombstone in her hand, revealing his big skull, as if she was staring at the two of them.

In the field, the two lost their souls.

Wait for the two to clean up.

The tombstone is visible and in front of you.

A priest's crazy words were written to write.

Want to live for three hundred years?

What a crazy talk!

Touched his eyebrows, the man and the woman left again.

Another twenty years have passed.

The woman had already married a wife, but the man held his books and refused to let go.

All in a down-and-out manner.

For some reason, one day, he walked into the deep mountains again.

Looking up, I could see the small sect on the mountain.

Drinking, the man laughed softly.

This mountain has existed since ancient times, but the sects on the mountain have never lasted for a long time, and it has never been at its peak for more than fifty years.

Step by step into the weeds and forests.

Twenty years have passed, and the scenery here has changed very little. After searching for a while, the man saw the skull, which was opening his mouth, still smiling.

Annoyed!

mad Men!

Going forward again, I saw the man who said he wanted to build a ship to survive the bitter sea!

This is even more crazy!

Looking at the tombstone in front of the corpse, the man thought of his former lover and his vows, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Looking at the tombstone in front of him, he bowed and asked: You said, look at it for now. Twenty years have passed, and the boy has revisited his hometown. This mountain is still this mountain. The boat you mentioned... But you have never seen it.

Will the dead bones in the mountain return to him?

The man waited a little and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

How can a dry bone be heard?

The man wanted to leave, but he had not finished drinking the wine in his arms. After thinking about it, the man was brave and started drinking it against the dry bones.

Drinking.

Drunk.

The sky is the quilt, the ground is the bed, and it is drunk in the blur.

What a great drunkenness.

It was not until the bright moon was hanging high that the man woke up from a headache.

look up.

I saw an old man with crutches looking at him with a smile on his face.

The man covered his face and asked: Why did the old man come here?

The old man smiled and replied: Choose a place to sleep for yourself, don’t panic, I am not a demon.

The man is ups and downs.

Afterwards, the old man smiled and said, "Since there is someone here, I'll change it."

Let’s talk about it, the old man turned his head and walked a little further.

Seeing this, the man stood up, looked at the wine pot beside him, and then looked at the old man who went away.

After hesitating for less than a quarter of an hour, he turned around and left.

When he walked to the edge of the valley, the man's ears moved.

Just listen...

After half a lifetime of military service, countless kings and princes were killed, and no one was allowed to do so.

Hey, I'm going to die today, no one will come to see you off.

What a pity.

What a pity.

Upon hearing this, the man who wanted to leave turned around and turned around and shouted at the valley: You old man really know how to choose the land, and those who die in the valley are all crazy people. You don’t think there is too much more!

After a while, no one in the valley replied.

Outside the valley, the man thought.

Later, I couldn't help but walk into the valley.

After searching for a while, I saw that the old man who was still full of energy had died in a pit and had a smile on his face.

Seeing this, the man sighed, filled a few handfuls of soil on his hand and buried him.

Go home.

The house is broken and there is nothing else except books.

A few days later, rumors came from my ears, saying that the sects on the mountain had dispersed, saying that a group of people in the sect had entered the Central Plains.

Central Plains?

The man was curious and asked in every way, but heard that the Central Plains had a severe drought and people from the mountains stopped him and went to provide disaster relief.

Disaster relief?

Taoist?

ridiculous!

Holding his book, the man returned home.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he couldn't calm down.

Taoists can provide disaster relief, but scholars... why not?

After searching through the house, the man found a book about irrigation.

hesitate.

Wandering.

Another day, the man saw the woman returning to visit her relatives, wearing silk, but he treated her parents with poverty and did not consider himself.

Seeing this, the man suddenly laughed.

The confusion of that year was solved in one go!

It’s not that fate is plaguing people, but that they are not all the same people.
To be continued...