Three days later, a stone tower was built on a high slope outside the city.

The body of the tower is made up of a piece of uneven white stone slabs, there is a kind of angular roughness, it looks like a tomb piled up of books up close, and it looks like a peeled steamed bun from a distance.

This place is on the west bank of the Heishui River,

The West is the place of sunset, like the end of life,

From the perspective of common sense, this black water river may be a little peculiar, as the saying goes, the water is always east, but this river flows from east to west.

It originates in Daqing Mountain, collects the water of Wubei Beach, Water Mill, Gun Basin and other rivers, raises a Tatar sons and daughters, joins the Yellow River in the north of Tuoketuo, and connects to the vein of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

This time, it is unruly, and finally it is difficult to escape "life often hates Shui Changdong", [Xianmo: You write martial arts, why don't you go against the trend, as a result, in the end, it is nothing more than "life often hates Shui Changdong", in fact, this is the normal state of life, life is to fail, God gives you a life, and finally takes away your life, that's it,]

In the dull sound of horns, twelve monks of the Yellow Sect wore felt hats and yellow robes, shook the prayer wheel in their right hand, held the prayer flag in their left hand, and walked towards the stone pagoda with the big lama holding the columbarium in their hands.

"Root Dharani, Om Naronara, Dili Dili, Dulu Dulu, Ichi Bind Knower Subordinate, Bala Subordinate, Bala Subordinate......"

The great lama recites the scriptures, puts the urn altar into the tower and seals it, and then leads the monks to change careers around the tower, chanting more than once, wrapping the prayer flags around and wrapping around the tower.

What they recited was the eleven-faced mantra of Guanyin,

It is rumored that the Rakshasa ghost has ten heads, arrogant and abnormal, Guanyin Bodhisattva conjures up eleven heads, and submits them, eleven Guanyin heads have five layers, three layers below, three faces in each layer, one side of the fourth layer, and the fifth layer faces the sky,

In fact, the ten heads of the Rakshasa ghost are not real, but a metaphor for all kinds of human delusions, sorrows, hatred, jealousy and other demonic emotions, with these feelings, then all suffering, all suffering, then people are like living ghosts, the world is hell, there is an extra head, looking up to the sky, this is the thought of renunciation, the heart of the Buddha, with this one heart and one thought, to be very quiet, all false thoughts are gone, the pain is no more, the ghost turns into a Buddha, and the world becomes bliss.

This mantra is exactly what Guanyin Bodhisattva left behind to remove all the worries and illnesses of sentient beings.

Later generations often misunderstand the Dharma and pin their hopes on the afterlife, but the real Dharma actually exists for the sake of the world, which can completely solve the problems of reality and improve the status quo of life, rather than making people pin their hearts on the pursuit of nothingness.

The funeral was solemnly carried out, and after the lama finished chanting, he put Hannaji, Uenqi and other people together with their hands, and walked in front of the pagoda one by one, saying their final goodbyes to the deceased.

Words of comfort, they have spoken too much to each other, so they are now silent,

A quarter of an hour later, the people left quietly,

In front of the stone tower, there were still two people left, standing quietly,

Jong Kim takes a step forward,

Chang Sihao slowly turned his head sideways, his gaze fell, and stopped at her two bandaged hands,

Seeing the apology in his eyes, Zhong Jin put his hands behind his back and said softly, "."

Chang Sihao turned his face back,

A gust of wind blew, the prayer flags on the tower swept up like a resurrection, the yellow grass around it was oblique, and the light waves of the world flowed away.

The friction of the blades of grass made a drizzle-like rustling sound, and in the rain, there was a laughter like wind chimes on the eaves.

The two of them looked at the same time, and in the distance, two children were running in the wild grass, a girl and a man, both of them were seven or eight years old, the girl was a Tatar, wearing a white fluffy hat, with long hair fluttering, and the boy was of Han nationality, wearing a glittering silver chain around his neck, they ran and jumped, playing and chasing, with a bright smile on their faces, like carefree deer, and the knee-deep grass covered their chests, as if to them it were a jungle,

The morning sun was strong and dazzling, and the sunlight flooded from between the hair and the back of the two children's clothes.

Looking at this picture, Chang Sihao felt that his body and mind were relaxed, and the depths of his bones seemed to be filled with sunshine.

Zhong Jin thought that maybe this reminded him of his daughter, so he shouted, "Hey,." He beckoned to the two children,

The girl and the boy ran closer when they heard the sound, and the smile on their faces was still there, but Chang Sihao's expression suddenly froze,

He found that the silver chain on the boy's neck fell long, and the other end was held in the little girl's hand, [Xianmo: I thought we were friends, but it turned out that I was your dog...... The nation gets along in harmony, that's how to get along, the girl's heart is pure, there is no other thought, just when the chain is a routine, a game, but the adult gives the child this chain to play with the slave, is it out of the heart of the game?

Zhong Jin was stunned, and suddenly became speechless,

The little girl looked at them speechlessly, felt a little strange, gently pulled the chain, and led the boy to the river, and the boy turned his head sideways and asked her, "Hey, Wuxia, what are you doing in the tower." Girl: "Because somebody died." Boy: "Why do you want to build towers when you die?" Girl: "You can worship." Boy: "What is the worship for?" The girl thought for a moment: "In order not to forget." Boy: "Forget what." The girl laughed and said, "Then it's really dead." Boy: "If you're dead, you're gone." Girl: "If you're dead, you're gone." Boy: "Isn't it okay to be gone?" The girl hooked her lower lip with her fingers, and she didn't make a sound, as if she didn't know how to answer, [Xianmo: The two children's answers are exactly eleven sentences, and it can be seen that the eleven mantras in this chapter do not refer to the eleven mantras of Guanyin, but the eleven sentences of these two children, what is the first sentence, "For, martial arts, what are you doing in the tower." The boy's first sentence is unraveled, everything is understood, you can know that this big sword, is the author of the martial arts pile of the tower, is nostalgic, is emotional, but also in order not to forget, the previous written "like a book piled up of graves" is its whereabouts, "Big Sword" carries the author's martial arts dream, now this dream, he is done, and his youth, also buried in the earth, all to dust, good things, the grave, the living and the living days,]

On the shoulders of the two children, a young shepherd rode a pony, whipped a cloud across the riverbank, and sang an old pastoral song in his mouth.

The children's voice is loud, but every time it is abrupt, there is a sense of fracture, as if it is tuning for heaven and earth,

Chang Sihao listened to this pastoral song, and silently translated it into Chinese word by word in his heart:

The thousand-year-old copper kettle in the yurt is dripping, and the tears fall down and climb the scale,

Is death just a break in life, time is eternal, why you and I will lose,

A piece of wind slowly enters the flesh with warmth, and a dream gives me a crystal clear,

The sun is shining on her pillow with clouds and silver hair tassels, whether I am dead or alive she doesn't care at all,

Who, who, hold hands and teach me to herd cattle and horses, who, who, who, and hear me knock on the watermelon,

Who, who, hanging diagonally with a bare ass and belly pocket, who, who, who, the face is not washed or braided,

Mommy, Mommy, Daddy, Daddy, come with me, come with me,

Brother, sister, sister, brother, come with me, come with me,

Let's stand up to the sunset and burn Hana, let's put on the saddle and ride the big horse,

Let's grind our butts, turn our **, let's wave our leather whips and shout Wula,

Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula, Ula,

Where is home, where is home, where is home, where is home, where is home,

He listened and translated, repeating the phrase "Where is home, where is home." Unconsciously, tears flowed down my face, [Xianmo: It's unbearable to read it away from my family, and I can't cry]

Zhong Jin couldn't bear to look at each other, and persuaded softly: "Time is a hurdle, everyone will stumble on it one day, don't be sad anymore, all the people here are your relatives, come home with me." ”

Chang Sihao shook his head,

Turn around and go to the sun,

Jong Kim followed and shouted, "You, where are you going?" ”

Chang Sihao didn't look back, just raised one arm high,

Zhong Jin watched, watched the arm shake in the air, like a withered grass, swaying and thinning in the sun,