People often say that death is a terrible thing.

However, I am experiencing this wonderful moment.

A long time ago, I have tasted all the sweet, sour and spicy things in the world, and I have tasted the most beautiful and the most ugly.

After reading all the ancient and modern scriptures and seeing through the changes in the next thousand years, I discovered...

It turns out that neither truth nor falsehood is what I want.

Only...the eternal constancy.

If you don't experience death, how can you find the permanence that is everywhere but can never be reached?

After taking off all my clothes, I sat on the snow on the highest peak in the world.

Ice coldness hits the body, the biting chill penetrates the flesh and blood from the pores, invading the bone marrow, five internal organs, and the brain...

The body gradually loses feeling, and the consciousness also begins to dissipate.

I guard the life soul among the three souls, like a bright moon, pulled by a strange whirlpool force to the dark underworld.

There was a muddy river running across the front, and there were many flowers growing along the river. They were the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.

There was an ancient stone bridge on the river. On the bridge, a kind old lady brought a bowl of water to her, but I didn't take it. Walking on the bridge, there were many ghosts and ghosts, and many familiar faces came towards me, calling me "my name".

I didn't pay attention to the name.

I walked step by step, holding the chained bull's head, and the horses followed me, and kept threatening me. They wanted to take me to see the King of Hell, but they didn't dare to come close.

There were two words "Duyou" on the ancient palace door, and I walked in. On the black ground, six huge whirlpools appeared in front of me, and there were six unspeakable suction forces faintly coming from inside.

This is the only colorful thing in the underworld other than the flower of the other side. I chose the purple vortex and stepped in. Countless bizarre scenes of the birth and death of yin and yang emerged in the light of the soul of life.

I began to lose consciousness, and in a trance, a little purple light approached, and I muttered one sentence silently:

"This life is over, let's wait for the next life..."

"This place is easy to end, let's wait for the next life..."

"Let's wait for the next life..."

"Let's wait for the next life..."

…

"Ghost!" Du Ming struggled to wake up. The surroundings were dark and it was already late at night.

"It's this dream again." Du Ming found the quilt at the end of the bed and wrapped it tightly around his body. The feeling in the dream was really too cold, even though it was hot summer.

Light the oil lamp and a ray of light drives away the darkness.

This is a simple bedroom, with the aroma of herbal medicine floating in the room. Du Ming has long been accustomed to it. The family runs a medicine shop, and his father Du Ping is a well-known doctor in Guiwu County. He has saved countless lives by hanging pots to help the world.

Since Du Ming turned sixteen not long ago, he has had the same strange dream every night, with the same scene, the same experience, and the same feeling.

The dim lamp beans swayed as Du Ming took the Four Treasures of the Study and polished ink.

He picked up the writing brush, spread out the rice paper, and wrote the four elegant characters "Drunken Life, Dreaming and Death" on it. Then he put down the writing brush, put his hands on the table, and lowered his head in thought.

The scenes in the dream are obviously scenes that only exist in the underworld. I am not drunk, so how can I dream of death? In addition, I can obviously feel all the feelings and thoughts of the person in the dream, and he also has the ability to see through the world.

Calm and consistent... People say that nightmares are caused by Yaksha, but Du Ming can feel that this is definitely not the work of ghosts and gods!

Dong dong dong——

While Du Ming was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door, adding a touch of weirdness to the quiet night.

"Have you gone to bed tomorrow?"

It was his father. Du Ming breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Outside the door, his father Du Ping, who had frosty temples, was wearing a single coat. When he saw the sweat dripping from Du Ming's forehead, he frowned and said, "Why are you sweating so much? Didn't I tell you to drink more herbal tea?"

"

"The room is stuffy."

Du Ming spoke lightly, his bright eyes scanning the wrinkles on his father's face. He did not tell his father about his nightmare, so as to save him from worrying.

Father Du didn't think much and pulled Du Ming out, saying, "Just now, the little girl from Bai's wife's family came over and said that Miss Bai is seriously ill and I have trouble with my legs and feet. Go and check on her."

Voices came from the hall: "Brother Dejing, why hasn't Doctor Du come out yet?"

"My master is getting the medicine box and will be out in a moment."

Just as he was talking, Du's father had already pulled Du Ming into the small hall. He coughed and said, "I won't go as an old man. I can go tomorrow. His medical skills are not inferior to mine. Dejing will accompany me."

Let’s go for a walk, it’s not very quiet at night.”

Xiaoxiang was petite in stature and handsome in appearance. She looked a little flustered and said anxiously: "Then there is Mr. Laodu."

"It's okay." After saying that, Du Ming went into the back room to get the medicine box.

Just as he was about to go out, Father Du came over and said, "Healing is all about healing. Remember not to offend others."

Du Ming knew what this meant. He was young and spring was coming, and it was inevitable that he would have some charming thoughts. As the Bai family was a big family in the county, Miss Bai was naturally a wealthy person, and it was not something that Du Ming could grasp.

Thinking of this, a scene of a beautiful girl holding a beauty fan appeared in my mind, singing under the moon and reciting poems under the flowers. If it hadn't been for Bai Yuanwai's fiftieth birthday last time, he invited his father there, and his father took him with him.

No chance to see it.

After thinking about it, Du Ming nodded and said, "I understand, kid."

Go out the door.

The summer in Guiwu County is extremely hot. There are constant sounds of dogs barking and cicadas chirping inside and outside the city. It seems that even the dogs are unbearable in the heat.

It was the end of the hour, and the streets and alleys had already been closed and lights turned off, and even the night watchers had taken a break. Xiao Xiang carried a red lantern and led the way with tiny steps, while Du Ming followed behind with a medicine box on his back.

Walking at the back was Niu Dejing, who was Du's father's apprentice in his early years. He was several years older than Du Ming. He was a strong-willed man, but he was a simple and honest young man. The two of them had a very good relationship. He brought a stick that he usually used to beat dogs.

Stick, looking to the dark places on the left and right from time to time.

This is not redundant!

Just because Guiwu County is located in the southeast of Qingzhou, close to the Nanlan Demon Territory in the south and Naoyang in the east, there are always ghosts harassing the city - even though there are Taoist priests from Xuanbu, one of the seven imperial departments, sitting in the city, and even

The Chenghuang Temple is not far outside the city, and there are several Taoist temples in Guiwu County.

However, this still did not give the people a sufficient sense of security. Du Ming would not even go out at night unless it was important to save people.

Just a few days ago, the son of Mr. Wang of West Street was sucked dry by a demon. By the time the Taoist priests rushed there, there was no sign of the ghost. The next day, many people went to see him, including Du Ming, and saw with their own eyes the originally fine man.

The appearance of a young man with his whole body shriveled up is truly terrifying.

How reassuring this is!

The Dade Dynasty has been inherited for nearly a thousand years and has always been governed by virtue. However, since Emperor Xiao ascended the throne, the dynasty's foundation has repeatedly failed. In the twelve states, either Youzhou is haunted, monsters appear in Qingzhou, and even the Ganges River floods.

Disaster, people in northern Xuanzhou are starving to death!

Recently, there have been rumors about the thousand-year change of dynasties. It is said that the dynasties of the Chinese people in China will be changed every thousand years. At that time, the world will be in chaos, heroes will rise together, and the princes will stand up. The destined emperor will sweep away the evils and open up a prosperous age.

Perhaps, troubled times are coming soon.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Du Ming quickened his pace. He turned a corner and came to North Street. He saw a house with lights on. On the door plaque there were two powerful official script characters of "Baifu", and two lamps were hung on both sides.

Big red lantern.

The three of them walked a few steps in a hurry, and Xiaoxiang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Soon, the mahogany door creaked open, and a servant poked his head out. Seeing that the doctor was coming to treat the young lady, he didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly let a few people in and locked the door bolt.

The courtyard of a wealthy family is indeed extraordinary, not to mention that Bai Yuanwai was an official of the former dynasty and settled here after retiring and returning to his hometown. I can only see the pavement of rain flower stones, with weeping willows on both sides, and a lotus pond in the middle. Deep in the bamboo forest under the moonlight,

There are many summer flowers such as cockscomb, moongrass and so on, which add to the elegance, refinement, freshness and natural beauty of the garden.

"Master, Mr. Du is here."

In the living room, the fifty-year-old Bai Yuanwai was walking back and forth with his hands on his back. When he saw the maid bringing Du Ming in, his eyes lit up. She took his hand cordially and said, "My nephew has superb medical skills. He must treat my Fei'er."

Cure it!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Bai, I will do my best." After a pause, Du Ming asked again, "Where is Miss Bai now?"

Hearing this, Bai Yuanwai came to his senses, patted his forehead, and said hurriedly: "In the room, dear nephew, come with me."

Several people followed them to the back of the house, and Bai Yuanwai opened the door of one of the rooms. Apparently this was Miss Bai Feier's boudoir.

When the door opened, Du Ming felt a gust of cold wind blowing against his face, and something subconsciously popped up in his mind - dark wind!

Du Ming's palms were sweating and he couldn't help but tighten the medicine box.

Several people entered the room. Officer Bai lit an oil lamp outside, and two white wax lamp beans were shining.

Du Ming put the medicine box on the table and looked at the two white candles. He couldn't help but frown. The fragrance that could only be found in a woman's boudoir came from his breath. He turned around and saw the beautiful woman with a thick back on the bed, and

That beautiful pale face.

It's midsummer now, so it's too late to get too hot, so why bother covering him up? This is naturally caused by illness. Du Ming looked at the white man outside, with a look in his eyes that meant he was asking about his condition.

"well……"

Foreign Minister Bai sighed and thought: "I was fine during the day, but I suddenly fainted after returning from worshiping God in the evening. I kept saying 'cold' in my dream. I thought I just contracted the wind and cold, but I didn't know that I had hired several doctors."
To be continued...