No one dares to come to the ruins of Baifu Mountain anymore.

Because all the people who came before were dead, the blood stains are still reflected on the stone, and even the rain cannot wash it away.

Chen Xia stayed alone with the lonely ghosts all over the mountain.

He didn't expect that a person could change so much and so quickly.

Maybe because I have been in the mountains for a long time, my awareness of time is a little blurry, and I think that changes should take hundreds of years.

But for ordinary people, ten years is actually enough.

After all, the lifespan of a mortal can end in sight.

Chen Xia was sitting in the hut, still waiting slowly. He knew that Xia Chan would come back, even if it took decades.

But the summer cicada will definitely come back, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots. This is the summer cicada’s root.

He was silently watching the changes in Xia Chan's life, which also affected himself.

If you want to understand, you must first experience it.

According to the age of a mortal, Chen Xia is now over fifty years old, considered to be an old man, with a head full of white hair and a somewhat curvy waist.

Living alone in this small house can be regarded as a lonely experience.

Fortunately, there were a mountain of lonely ghosts accompanying him, although Chen Xia didn't recognize these ghosts either.

Occasionally, people would go up the mountain to take refuge, but generally speaking, they were not good people. Most of them had evil intentions and wanted to kill Chen Xia.

Then there will be one or two more lonely ghosts on the mountain.

Time is like water that cannot be stopped, flowing forward slowly and then speeding up unknowingly.

Thirty years.

Xia Chan took the position of leader of the gang. At the age of thirty-five, she was ambitious and wanted to gain a greater status in troubled times.

All kinds of fighting continued and never stopped. She almost died several times, but somehow she survived.

Maybe it's because she shouldn't die, Xia Chan would often laugh at herself like this.

She is a homeless person, but she is able to achieve what she is today. It is really a twist of fate.

In the days that followed, she fought even more fiercely, as if she didn't care about her life, and even started fighting directly with the soldiers of a country.

However, how could these bandits and robbers defeat the well-armed soldiers of a large country? Naturally, they suffered a huge defeat and fled in all directions.

The homeless Xia Chan fled into the deep mountains and old forests, looking at the vast mountains with a confused look on her face. She didn't know where to go.

She is no longer the girl who wanted to practice Taoism.

Another twenty years passed like this.

Chen Xia's seventy-year-old body was already very old, so he built himself a rocking chair and sat outside drinking tea when he had nothing to do.

The cabin was almost on the verge of collapse, and Chen Xia was thinking about finding time to repair it.

He took a sip of tea. Even the tea cup was old. This was the power of time.

Footsteps were heard from the bottom of the mountain. An old woman walked slowly up the mountain. She looked at Chen Xia with a complicated expression. After a long while, she shouted in a low voice.

"Senior brother."

Chen Xia nodded slightly, with a smile on his old face, "I've been waiting for you for many years."

Xia Chan pursed her lips, wrung her hands together, and did not move forward again. She just looked at Chen Xia and asked as before.

"Can I really practice Taoism, senior brother?"

"It's always possible." Chen Xia replied slowly in an old voice, but her tone was very firm.

"Why?" Xia Chan was very puzzled. She had been thinking about this for decades and still couldn't figure it out.

"What do you think is Taoism?" Chen Xia asked back.

Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Xia with cloudy eyes, and replied: "If you don't eat grains, you will become an immortal."

"This is not cultivating Taoism." Chen Xia shook his head and explained, "This is becoming an immortal."

"Ha, that's right." Xia Chan laughed at herself, "My life is really funny. I clearly said I wouldn't come back, but I came here shamelessly."

"It's nothing." Chen Xia's old face showed a smile, "I've been waiting for you too."

Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and didn't know what to say. She was silent for a long time and then asked softly to Chen Xia.

"Can I come again in the future?"

"This is your home. You came here before me, so why do you need to ask me?" Chen Xia replied.

"That's right." Xia Chan smiled and slowly walked down the steps and down the mountain.

For the next ten years, she never came back.

Chen Xia's hut was completely dilapidated, and he didn't bother to repair it. He moved the things out and built a straw shed to sleep in the open air.

He is now over ninety years old. If we calculate it according to the life span of a mortal, he is almost at the end, so he looks very old, with all his hair white and his back stooped.

Chen Xia waited to see the last moment.

Thirty years.

The very old woman staggered up the mountain, holding a cane. Her eyes were so cloudy that she could hardly see clearly, but she still saw Chen Xia and shouted.

"Senior brother."

"Yeah." Chen Xia nodded.

"I still don't know whether I am suitable for practicing Taoism." Xia Chan said these words tremblingly. She was already very old, and she would tremble when she moved her hands.

"Suitable." Chen Xia nodded. Although he was equally old, he was much better than Xia Chan.

"Haha, maybe so." Xia Chan laughed, stepped forward, and finally walked into the sect.

She muttered silently.

"Would things have been different if I hadn't gone down the mountain?"

"Maybe I didn't go up the mountain at that time and lived at the foot of the mountain. Maybe it would have been a different story."

This is something she has thought about for a long time over the years.

"When I was young, I always felt that as long as my senior brother was around, I wouldn't have to be afraid of anything. Although my wife and other senior brothers were not nice to me, having senior brother around was enough."

"But later on, senior brother didn't want me either."

Xia Chan slowly turned her head and looked at Chen Xia with a wrinkled face. She had no expression on her face and just asked curiously.

"Senior brother, do you really care about me?"

Chen Xia shook his head, "I don't know."

"Haha." Xia Chan laughed lowly, her eyes were cloudy, and she nodded: "I don't know either."

Facing the rising sun, she walked up to the heights of the ruins. Facing the sun, she slowly knelt down and clasped her hands together, bowing respectfully just like she did when she was a child.

"Kowtow to the Supreme Lord Xuanhuang, the Three Thousand Avenues of Heaven and Earth, the Infinite World, the Supreme Palm of Life and Death, the Great Heavenly Lord with magical powers of the five elements."

The voice of old age is not as clear as that of childhood.

Xia Chan's body didn't move anymore.

died.

Chen Xia stood there blankly. This was the same as when he was watching trees hundreds of years ago, but it was very different from watching trees.

Life is a lifetime, and the grass and trees are in autumn.

Chen Xia built the dilapidated house into a coffin, put the clay man and Xia Chan in it, and buried them in peace.

After doing all this, Chen Xia waited for a nice morning to arrive and slowly stepped out of the mountain gate.

One step from old age to youth, white hair suddenly black, waist straight.
Chapter completed!