The pillar is dead!

Mengjia Village, in the past seven years, the forty-seventh person died.

As soon as he heard that the pillar was dead, Amu's heart twitched again. In the past seven years, every time someone from Mengjia Village died, Amu felt this way.

In Amu's memory, there was also a pillar in Liuzhen. That pillar saved Amu's life, and he was Amu's brother's playmate when he was a child.

In the past seven years, everyone who has died in Mengjia Village seems to have some connection with the people in Liuzhen in Amu's memory.

Even if these connections are even simple coincidences, such as their common name, for example, they wear the same clothes, for example, they say the same thing, they have the same habits, etc.

This once made Amu extremely confused, how could there be so many shadows of Liuzhen in Mengjia Village? However, after a long time, Amu was relieved, and everything may really be just a coincidence. Or, many of the coincidences were forced up by himself under psychological cues.

The deaths of those folks are also very normal deaths. There are those who die of old age, those who die of illness, and those who die in the mountains and down to the sea, and there are basically no special circumstances.

It's just that seven a year is a bit staggering, after all, it's a village of less than 300 people. There is more death and less life, and the breath of death seems to have been haunting this village.

On weekdays, people don't talk about it, but once someone dies, it becomes a strong feeling.

When Second Brother Meng and Amu hurried to Zhuzi's house, most of the villagers also arrived.

Zhuzi is just twenty this year, and he is the nephew of the third uncle, who lost his mother when he was a child, and his father was the nineteenth person who died five years ago. I didn't expect the pillar to go today.

Under the third uncle's Zhang Luo, Zhuzi just married his daughter-in-law the year before last, and the son he just gave birth to last year is still less than Zhou.

At this time, the daughter-in-law of the pillar cried to death, and the third uncle was also in tears.

The villagers comforted, and at the same time, there were also people who helped Zhang Luo with the aftermath of the pillar. Everything is quite organized, and it is no wonder that in the past few years, people in the village have died more frequently, and everyone knows what to do.

The death of the pillar was somewhat unexpected!

Yesterday when I came back from the sea, everyone was very happy, I drank at night, and the pillar went home early, and everything was normal when I got home, and I guess I tossed with my daughter-in-law until the time, but I didn't get up this morning.

When the daughter-in-law called, it was said that she had lost her breath.

Second Brother Meng and Amu squeezed into the courtyard, and Amu even went to the body of the pillar and lifted the white cloth. The pillar seemed to be asleep, and as soon as Amu took his veins, his body was stiff and cold, without a trace of pulse.

Amu briefly checked again, but found nothing strange. In fact, Amu has explanations in his heart, such as heart attack, cerebral hemorrhage, and immediate stroke, but these things will not be understood by Mengjia Village at all.

I didn't see anything special, everyone was dead, and Amu just shook his head.

Although, Amu is only eighteen or nineteen years old. However, the people in Mengjia Village know that Amu is not an ordinary person, not to mention anything else, just saying that his appearance has not changed for seventeen years is proof, so many times Amu has become a backbone of the village.

Seeing Amu shaking his head, everyone knew that the pillar was hopeless.

Second Brother Meng said: "Third uncle, clean up and bury it! At the end of the year, we have more baibai bodhisattvas and sea gods. ”

"Alas!" the third uncle nodded, sighed, and touched a handful of tears, "You and Amu, Zhang Luo!"

"Eh!" Second Brother Meng responded.

The funeral in Mengjia Village is relatively simple.

In the seaside village of Dongling, the vast majority of people not only believe in the Buddhist Brahma Temple, but also worship the sea god of the bitter sea, and almost every family has a statue of the sea god of the bitter sea.

This is very similar to the picture of the saint enshrined in the black water. Heishui and Dongling are both areas of faith.

Amu had seen the statue of the sea god, it was a woman in green, with a beautiful appearance, but she had three sides and six arms, with different expressions of joy and anger, six arms, each holding a magic weapon, and a white jade gourd tied around her waist.

When he first looked at the statue, Amu felt that the statue was a little nondescript, where it looked like a sea god, but a little like a kraken.

However, Amu remembered that in his previous life, all Buddhas had thousands of Dharma appearances, and there was even the style of Vajra angry eyes, so he was relieved. Moreover, after seeing the statue for a long time, Amu always felt that the statue was really in its body, or it should be a supreme sea wilderness monk.

Every time before going out to sea, the villagers have to hold a ritual to worship the god of the sea for peace.

I don't know, it's really the Poseidon apparition. The people of Mengjia Village rarely encounter big winds and waves, and there are very few people who die in the sea. Amu only remembers the previous year's voyage and the death of two people, which is said to be the only time in fifty years.

Believing in the god of the sea, the funeral of Mengjia Village also chose the sea burial.

The villagers were busy wrapping up the body of the pillar. Small boats and bamboo rafts were also prepared on the beach, and the men who had sex with the pillars on weekdays all arrived at the beach. Women and children, except for the wives and children of the pillars, are not allowed to come according to the customs of Mengjia Village.

In the blink of an eye, the sunset was approaching, and the remains of the pillars were placed on a bamboo raft.

"Son, return to the sea god's arms!" the third uncle pushed the bamboo raft, and the old man burst into tears. The daughter-in-law and the child of the pillar also began to cry.

Men, with the sound of a trumpet, Second Brother Meng and the others supported the boat and slowly sent the bamboo raft to the depths of the sea.

The sunset is shining, and the golden waves are sparkling.

On the bamboo raft, the remains of the pillars, covered with white cloth. This is to cover the eyes of the deceased, so that he does not look back at the world, feel pain, and then reincarnate without worry.

The boat and the bamboo raft gradually moved away, and the second brother of Zuihou Meng jerked the side of the bamboo raft with a penny, and the bamboo raft tilted, and the remains of the pillar slid into the sea and sank.

The cries on the shore were heavier, but they couldn't get back the lives that had been lost. Second Brother Meng and his brothers also wiped a handful of tears, then poured a few pots of wine on the sea, and also scattered some paper money.

Back to the ship!

Amu stood on the bluestone on the shore, his eyes narrowed slightly, such a scene has appeared a total of forty-seven times in seven years.

Dusk, the sea, the bamboo raft, the sinking! The people who are buried are naturally different every time, and the people who are buried seem to be different every time. Last time, the son of Uncle Meng's family died, and the pillar was still the one who mourned him.

But each time, Amu's state of mind is extremely similar, but slightly different.

Death!

For a demon cultivator like Amu who had reached the soul level, his understanding was completely different from that of ordinary mortals.

When a monk reaches the realm of the spiritual saint, as long as the spiritual heart is not extinguished, then he can be reincarnated and awakened and reborn; when he reaches the realm of soul cultivation, as long as the soul is not extinguished, the person will not die; and in the realm of scattered souls, he can have a clone and live for thousands of years, which is almost eternal for mortals.

As for the realm of calamity and immortals, even Amu didn't dare to speculate.

Monks have a natural sense of superiority over mortals, because they have more longevity, more time, and even more ways to live.

Mortals are like ants, and a hundred years of life and death are only a moment in the eyes of the monks.

Just like the seventeen years in Mengjia Village, many people have grown up and many people have grown old, but Amu's face has not changed.

Sometimes, in Amu and Mengjia villages, there is a sense of isolation. He is more like a spectator, watching the birth, old age, sickness and death of this small village, joy, anger and sorrow, and staying away.

Sometimes, Amu and Mengjia Village seem to be one again. He was in it, tasting everything he hadn't experienced in Willow Town.

Yoo Jin remembers more happiness than the grief of life and death. Compared with the dreamy memories of Liuzhen, Mengjia Village seems more real, because life is like this - happy and miserable.

When Second Brother Meng returned to the boat, he greeted Amu, but Amu didn't move, and he wanted to sit again.

This night, there will be no more indulgence from last night. On this night, there was only endless mourning.

Life is really fragile!

Second Brother Meng didn't say much, they knew that every time someone in the village died, Amu would have to sit by the sea. Amu came from the sea, and the people in the village also thought that maybe Amu's hometown was on the sea.

Birth, old age, sickness and death naturally make people miss their homeland.

Only Amu himself understands that in fact, he is realizing a state of mind, a state of mind that decades of practice do not seem to have experienced.

The sun is setting, the moon is gradually rising, and although the moon is still not full tonight, it is a little rounder.

Amu's eyes were clear, looking at the tranquil sea under the silver moonlight. The deep sea, the silent waves, like an ancient song played by a cello.

The row of bamboo rafts carrying the pillars has long since drifted somewhere. The people of Mengjia Village believe that the farther the raft floats, the happier the deceased will be in the afterlife.

The raft was gone, but Amu knew that the pillar was buried at the bottom of the sea.

Life, death, actually, but for a moment!

A mortal has a hundred years in his life, and a monk has a thousand years in his life, but in fact, in front of the eternity of the universe, it is all an instant! No matter how much time passes, it is an instant.

Time is irreversible!

Even if Amu realized the forbidden map of light seal back then, he could only conform to the power of time and use the power of time.

Time is an unbreakable barrier. Life and death are inescapable cages.

Amu seemed to have an understanding and a breakthrough, but at the most critical moment, his mind suddenly became chaotic.

Before you know it, time flies.

The moon is approaching mid-heaven, and the time has passed. The little black bird, crossing a beautiful arc, came as promised, and landed on Amu's shoulder.

"The pillar is dead! In the village, forty-seven in seven years!" Amu said to himself, also to the little black bird.

The little black bird seemed to be able to feel Amu's state of mind, and quietly lay on Amu's shoulder, without any expression, and did not even rub Amu's cheek with his head.

People, many times, do not need to be comforted, they just need to listen, and any comfort and persuasion is actually a kind of interruption.

Amu smiled bitterly, he and the little black bird will always be so tacit. You don't need words to know your mind.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time!"

I don't know, who did Amu think of? The little black bird tilted his neck, as if he understood the poem chanted by Amu.

At this time with Amu Tianya, is it the purple clothes?

In the moonlight, Amu stood on the bluestone with his hands in his hands, his back dragged very long, and a little black bird was parked on his shoulder!

Such an image does not seem to have changed for many, many years to come, and it has been engraved in the minds of countless monks and demon clans in Dongling.

That is the first person in Chongling in the East, an eternal figure!

At this time, the sea water is like a song, thoughts are like a tide, the moon is like a mirror, and life is like a fight!