Fifty years of willow town, autumn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cold wind is dry, and the yellow leaves are scattered. In the afternoon, the long street of Liuzhen is quite lonely. In fact, autumn in Liuzhen is extremely short. It was only 30 days, and then the snow season began.

The whole town of Willow seems to be a little less alive. It's just that in the past five years, no one in Liuzhen has been born, but people have died every year.

This has never been the case before. Liuzhen, there is a smell of inexplicable death.

It is not far from the water and pear Ruo to live in the old house of the Wang family. Two small courtyards, simple and elegant. Lishui and pear Ruo are special characters in Liuzhen.

Because, originally, they didn't belong to Liuzhen at all. They just accompanied Amu Huafan.

On weekdays, there are not many people who come to Lishui's house. Amu and Shen Yan often come, and after Lishui became Liuzhen's husband, there were occasional students who came to ask questions.

Most of the time, there are only Lishui and Liruo in the small courtyard. At this time, they can remember that they are still an immortal.

This courtyard seems to have become a cave.

In the main room, the water above the futon and the pear are cross-legged, practicing separately. One by one, the immortal qi condensed around the two of them.

Lishui is already a heavy realm of eternity, and Liruo is just a triple realm of immortals. In fact, Riruo's realm is already fast. It's just that there is still a big gap compared to Lishui and Shen Yan.

After all, everyone's qualifications and opportunities are different.

In the past 50 years in Liuzhen, for Lishui and Liruo, what they have practiced may only be a state of mind - the state of mind of mortals.

"Lishui, do you feel the difference in Liu Zhen in the past few years?" At this time, Li Ruo Zhou Tian was complete, and slowly opened his eyes. That immortal aura then dissipated.

"Hmm!" Lishui also opened his eyes and nodded, "The people of Liuzhen are dying. It's been five years, but no child has been born in Liuzhen. This is not a normal thing for Liu Zhen. ”

"The people of Liuzhen are no longer nine hundred and ninety-nine!"

"That's right!" a flash of worry flashed in Lishui's eyes, "The soul count of this person's coffin has been broken. Perhaps, Amu's mortal calamity is about to pass. ”

Li Ruo shook her head and said, "However, Senior Brother Amu can't see any signs of recovery. Yesterday I went to Wang's house, and Senior Sister Shen Yan didn't mention anything about immortals. Amu's body is even worse day by day. It's just—"

"But what?" asked Lishui.

"It's just that I saw the fork-shaped seal at the center of Senior Brother Amu's eyebrows, which seemed to have reappeared, but it was very faint. "Lishui, I remember that the seal only appeared after he woke up. After that, when I arrived in Liuzhen, I disappeared inexplicably. ”

"Hmm!" Lishui took a deep breath, "That's the seal of the twin coffins of Buddha and demon! It's a pity that Wang Jue's predecessors are gone, otherwise he would have been able to explain a thing or two. Blue Devil senior, is there any news to reveal?"

Riruo shook her head.

"Since Liu Zhen turned into a fan, Master has never delivered news to me. High in the sky, has his old man forgotten my apprentice?"

If the pear looks up to the sky, she can't help but pout.

"Hehe!" Lishui smiled, "How could it be?" most likely there is nothing important, so that you can accompany Huafan with peace of mind, maybe there is a great opportunity." ”

"Tomorrow, I'll take a look. Amu's fan may be about to be consummated! Maybe everything is our heart. Lishui said this, but he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

You must know that Amu's body is sealed with demons outside the Three Realms. The reappearance of the seal of the Buddha and the demon double coffin always feels that it is related to the sealed demon, rather than the consummation of the mortal calamity.

At this time, Lishui's heart moved, and for some reason he remembered the oath he made when he worshiped under the Xuantian Gate-

The immortal body is forever, and the devil will not fall into the way! The Three Realms are the foundation, and the common people are the soul. If you have demonic thoughts, you will break your reincarnation and never be reborn!

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Dusk, Wang's house.

In the small courtyard, wood, lacquer oil, and various tools for making coffins are still piled up. It's just that everything is a little messy, and it's not as organized as it was at the beginning.

The woody aroma is still there, but it seems to have lost some of the flavor of the year. At this time, two rounds of the day sunk east and west, and the twilight in the small courtyard was mottled.

This is the feeling that the small courtyard of the Wang family gives people today.

Amu turned out to be in the middle of the courtyard. The old clothes are quite clean, but they are stained with a lot of wood chips, and there are a few places of paint oil that can't be washed off.

He has gray hair and a rickety body. Actually, it's just autumn now, but Amu has already put on a layer of cotton clothes. He looked even weaker and older than the old man Wang Jue back then.

The old dragon clock seems to be about to die.

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough—" Amu coughed, this is an old problem for many years, and it will not be good at all.

At this time, there were two coffins in the courtyard, both of which were semi-finished products, and they were all erected on the stone bench at this time.

A coffin is a green wood coffin. Aoki, that is a fairly common wood that can be found in the Immortal Burial Snow Mountain. It's not special, the material is average.

In fact, the people of Liuzhen rarely use it to make coffins. Generally, only the poorest people use this inferior green wood. I don't know who Amu made this coffin for.

The other coffin turned out to be purple wood. This purple wood is extremely rare. Amu has been making coffins in Liuzhen for decades, in fact, this is the only purple wooden coffin he has made.

It is said that this purple wood is not afraid of beetles, does not rot for thousands of years, and is even difficult to hurt by fire. The material of this coffin is enough to be made into one after decades of collection by Amu.

The two coffins are the same size and similar in style. If you understand the Wang family coffin, you can see that this is a pair of yin and yang coffins, also known as knotted hair coffins.

It is a coffin that will only be used by husband and wife after birth and death.

At this time, Amu was finely polishing the purple wooden coffin, and then he was ready to carve the exquisite patterns. As for the sigil of the Wang family, it has been lost in Amu's hands.

The coffin of the Wang family has not had a so-called sigil for many years. But the coffin of the Wang family has always been different from the selection of materials to the process. Amu's technique, after all, is the king's personal inheritance.

Amu polished very seriously, although his eyes had already been glazed, and the strength in his hands was not very strong, and sometimes he had to rest for a while after polishing.

He's still coughing inadequately. However, Amu is working hard to make these two coffins.

It's just that, doing it, tears fell from Amu's eyes. It was a cloudy old tear, dripping on the purple wood, and soon soaked and disappeared.

Amu knew he couldn't do it. However, he was still reluctant. He didn't want to leave Shen Yan alone.

Amu wiped his face and sighed. Cleaning up his emotions and turning around, Amu polished the green wood coffin again, and polished it equally finely.

Two coffins, one on the left and one on the right, resemble two people lying down.

Amu was working on the two coffins almost at the same time, and this was the first time. Amu's attitude is seriously a little scary. Every detail is meticulous.

Although the Wang family makes coffins, in fact, it has always been like this. However, for these two coffins, Amu has completely gone beyond the scope of making coffins.

In Amu's own words, these are the two most important coffins he has made in his life.

Because, the green coffin belongs to Amu, and the purple coffin belongs to Shen Yan.

Liuzhen has been in town for 50 years, never abandoned, and life and death depend on each other. The best love is companionship. The master is dead, the children are dead, and all the memories are gone.

Only Shen Yan has always been by Amu's side.

In fact, Amu probably never thought about a question: why such a beautiful Shen Yan has always belonged to him.

Ziyi, that is Amu's only memory. Actually, there is no need for a reason. Shen Yan was originally a part of Amu. So, there is no need to think about this question at all.

However, lately, Amu seems to have felt it. Shen Yan can accompany him for fifty years, or even longer, but he may not be able to accompany Shen Yan to go on.

Mortals, always have to die!

Therefore, Amu has to make the final coffin for himself and Shen Yan.

As the twilight grew thicker, Amu slowly lit the lamp. In the small courtyard, it is slightly brighter. Amu was still coughing, but he was going to keep doing it for a while.

In fact, sometimes, Amu's heart is contradictory. He wanted to do the two coffins as soon as possible, but he was a little afraid of making the two coffins well, as if the two coffins were done well.

Amu coughed violently suddenly.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the purple coffin. This is not the first time Amu has coughed up blood. Amu smiled bitterly, and then wiped it gently.

The blood will eventually soak into the coffin.

In fact, it is no longer a simple coffin, it is Amu's tears, Amu's blood, and Amu's love.

In the two coffins, there are Shen Yan and Amu for 50 years of long-term companionship, 50 years of dependence, and 50 years of will. If it were possible, Amu would like to have another fifty years.

But that can't be. Amu's body was already extremely weak.

At this time, in the west wing, Shen Yan was standing in the house and watching everything through the window lattice.

Shen Yan, purple cloth, gray hair. At this point, her face was full of tears.

Shen Yan's heart was very complicated, she didn't stop Amu from making the coffin, nor did she go over to help. Because, Amu said that he must do these two things himself.

On weekdays, when you are busy, whether it is Lishui, Shen Yan, or even Liruo, you can help. However, the wood and lacquer of these two coffins are never faked by other people's hands.

In fact, these two coffins have been made by Amu for a whole year. First, in the past year, the three villages need more coffins, and Amu is too busy. The second is that Amu has too high requirements for these two coffins.

"Wang Han!" Shen Yan silently recited the name that belonged to her in her heart.

"Alas, old man!" Shen Yan said again for nearly twenty years. Immortals and mortals, Shen Yan has spent time with Amu, and there should be no regrets.

Watching Amu make coffins for the two of himself, Shen Yan had an extremely complicated emotion in his heart.

These two coffins are what Amu insists on.

Amu said to prepare everything in advance. His body bones are afraid that he will not be able to make a coffin in a few days. So Shen Yan let him go.

As long as Amu is willing, Shen Yan can do it.

Is Amu's deadline approaching? Shen Yan couldn't see through it at all.

However, Shen Yan instinctively felt that the vitality on Amu's body was getting less and less, and the seal on his brow gradually appeared at some point.

Immortals, demons, mortals, Shen Yan didn't know where Amu would go.

Immortal, will Amu recover everything? Demon, will Amu be devoured by demonic possession?

Who has the answer?

Shen Yan clasped his hands together and prayed silently: May God bless Wang Han!