Chapter 179 All Mortals Will Die 01
It is midsummer, and the yellow dogs at the entrance of the village are all wilted from the sun and are lazily curled up in the shadows of the trees.
Looking at its appearance, it seemed to be listening to the old man next to it waving his fan and telling a story, "It is said that a long time ago, the gods walked everywhere and lived in peace with humans. The mountains and deserts were full of extraordinary auras. If we mortals accidentally fell into them and rolled around, we might become gods."
"wrong!"
As soon as he said this, he was interrupted.
A child who was sitting cross-legged and listening attentively suddenly stood up and said with a pair of shining eyes, "Humans cannot become gods. There is a very long distance between humans and gods. It is impossible..."
The child couldn't figure out how to say "surpass" for a long time. He stuttered for a while and said, "It's just not possible!"
"Well." The old man shook his fan, disapprovingly, "That was a long time ago. How do you know if it's possible? God is allowed to create humans, but humans are not allowed to become gods? God is not so stingy. We offer sacrifices to Him every day."
What the hell is going on!
The child's face turned red with anger, "No means no, this is what my teacher said!"
“Teacher…”
The old man muttered to himself.
If it were a teacher, he would be speechless.
The child was delighted to see that he didn't say anything. He had heard that the old man muttered strange things under the tree every day, some of which were forbidden by the teachers of the Witch Academy. Today he deliberately didn't go up the mountain to practice, just to teach him a lesson.
So that he knows that it’s okay for him to have a crooked butt, but he must never drag others along with him.
You know, their God is still there.
So he puffed out his chest and said, "Well, what you just said is somewhat true."
"It is true that the gods walked on earth and had no barriers to humans. But that was in ancient times. After the earth and the sky were connected, Jianmu no longer connected heaven and earth. The distance between humans and gods gradually widened. The gods were high above the nine heavens, and humans lived out their lives on earth."
The child spoke in a serious manner, and the child next to him listened attentively.
"There is no Jianmu anymore, what shall we do?"
"Yeah. Isn't that urgent?"
As the child spoke, he glanced at the old man deliberately, remembering what he had said a few days ago about Jianmu still existing but you wizards just couldn't find it. He became even more angry, and thought he must talk to him nicely and give him a slap in the face.
"After Jianmu disappeared, communication between humans and gods could only be conveyed by wizards. But think about it, only humans want to contact gods, so why would gods care about these small interactions?"
Although the children didn't understand, their teacher sighed for a long time when he mentioned this passage, so they were deeply impressed.
The teacher said, "The relationship between man and God is no different from that between cicada and man. In the long, endless and omnipotent life of God, the birth, aging, illness and death of man are over in the blink of an eye. If you lose contact with a cicada or a group of ants, I'm afraid you won't even think about it. Even when these insects and ants contact you, you may still wonder why such a group of things came. Haha, of course, God would not think so. He is very loving..."
The child didn't remember the following words.
He didn't quite understand what was said before.
But he vaguely understood the part in the middle that used the insect analogy.
Yes, ants and cicadas may worry about humans affecting their lives, but humans don't.
After Jianmu disappeared, the wizards of the past went through great pains to listen to the oracle again and establish communication with him again. Such precious communication, I am afraid only humans would hold on to it tightly like a life-saving rope and cherish it, right?
“Pooh…”
While people were talking lively here, the old man over there was bored. He ripped off the hair of a bamboo fan, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and spit it out without caring about the sound.
No matter who you are, when you are saying something serious, you don't want to be treated perfunctorily.
What's more, it's spitting?
“You…what are you doing!?”
Glancing at the exasperated child, the old man continued, "Pah. Nothing. I was bored listening to it, so I just found something to do."
The child said angrily: "You are so insincere, no wonder your Jiang family is not favored by the gods and has fallen!"
The louder the sound, the more attention it would inevitably attract.
A group of hunters were returning from the mountain about a hundred steps away from the village entrance. They just happened to hear the last sentence and were stunned for a moment, "That old man... is he also a wizard?"
When they went up and down the mountain, they often saw the old man sitting at the entrance of the village telling stories to children.
At first, they were afraid that he was up to no good, but later, when they heard that he came from Wujia Village in the col, they lowered their guard. Everyone in the area knew about Wujia Village. The people in that village were different from others. In the early years, they were said to be wizards and priests from various tribes, and they had a very high status.
Things are different nowadays. Wizards will also intermarry with ordinary people, so there will be some lost bloodlines that cannot inherit the unique skills of the wizarding family, but it is not a big problem for them to guard the door and farm.
They thought that this boastful and unruly old man from the Jiang family was one of them, but they never expected to hear such explosive news today.
He is also a wizard?
"No, really?" One of them was a little depressed. "I should have asked him to take a look at our house earlier. I would have told him that there was something wrong with our ancestral tomb."
"It's unlikely, isn't it? Look..."
As soon as the hunter saw his companion's frowning and painful face, he understood.
"His temperament is secondary, but you haven't heard what he said every day. Those words are all disrespectful to God. What about creating gods? Gods are also guilty. Can they keep him?"
They were all quite curious about the old man's next reaction.
A wizard is pointed at and told that your family is not favored by the gods, so everyone died and you are the only one left. Who can tolerate this? Even if it is a child, he should be picked up and spanked.
But after hearing this, the old man actually picked his feet nonchalantly, "Oh, you are right."
More like a child than a child!
No one can do anything when faced with such a scoundrel. The kid looked like he had never suffered any loss before. He glared at him hatefully, said "Just wait for me" and ran away.
The old man was still shouting from behind, "You're leaving now, without blowing some trumpet or anything?"
"you--!!"
The child was so angry that he turned around and made secret gestures with his fingers. Both the old and the young were from the wizard family, so they naturally knew what tricks the other party would use to deal with him.
The old man snorted and laughed, "Little boy, now is not the right time. Didn't your teacher tell you not to use Kung Fu outside during this period of time?"
“……”The child obviously remembered it too.
It was only because he was so angry that he forgot what the teacher had repeatedly emphasized. He took a deep breath, turned around and ran quickly into the mountain path, heading back to Wujia Village.
"Well, it's time for me to go back." The old man stood up, stretched, and took a pheasant away as he passed by the group of hunters who were watching. Before they could react, he ran away with a grin on his face. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had stolen something.
The hunter was angry and helpless: Which wizard came from to produce such a lazy and useless scoundrel?
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Old Man Jiang hummed a tune and thought about how to eat the chicken as he walked.
"Let's steam it, and pick a handful of chilies from the backyard to eat together." He made the decision happily. Old man Jiang made up his mind, but he became nervous.
One chicken...is it enough for two people?
As everyone knows, Old Man Jiang lives alone in the most remote corner of the village. He doesn't interact with any wizards, but he is more open to chatting with people outside the village.
He has no friends and no family. He has always taken care of himself and has lived a carefree life for most of his life.
But a few days ago, I found a living person at my doorstep.
Old Jiangtou was somewhat curious, but he didn't have the heart of a bodhisattva to help people. There were also passers-by who got lost in the mountains over the years. When he saw such people, he usually took them by the scruff of the neck and took them to the altar, regardless of whether they were dead or alive. He was going to do the same thing when he met them this time, but as soon as he picked up the half of the thin white neck, he made a strange "hmm" sound.
"Why does this person...look so familiar?"
It was already dark, and Old Jiangtou's eyes were blurry and he couldn't see clearly, so he went into the house to get a candlestick.
Evil spirits often appear in remote areas of the mountains. Although the land where the wizards live is more noble, who can blame them for being the exiled and down-and-out people who are not favored by the gods?
Late at night, this specially made candle came into play.
It can not only provide lighting, but also drive away ghosts.
"Let me see this face..." As Old Jiangtou squatted down, the candlelight illuminated the face.
This was a young man in his twenties, dressed strangely, and he came from nowhere. His facial features were very beautiful, and even if his eyes were closed, one could guess how lively he would be when they were open.
Old Jiang was staring blankly, not even noticing the wax dripping on his hands. His usual cleverness was gone. He opened his toothless old mouth blankly and muttered, "Resemblance, so similar..."
The two sighs were blown away by the mountain breeze.
The candlelight flickered again, and actually illuminated two tear marks clearly.
Looking at the old man at the river head again, his old face was covered with tears, and he was squatting in the mountain breeze and crying silently.
He cried for a long time before he wiped his face with his hand. With red eyes, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to wake up the young man in front of him. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly shivered.
"How long have you been lying here... Are you dead?!"
He quickly sniffed his breath, and the slight air flowed over the rough skin of his fingers. He felt relieved and grinned, "Alive, alive! I knew that with this face, luck couldn't be bad!"
If a bird were to fly from the side of these two people and gradually fly south, it would pass through a turbulent river and deep jungle, and see a prosperous village under the cliff.
Hundreds of years have passed, and Wujia Village still retains the old tradition, building the wizard's altar in the center of the village. They make a living from heaven and earth, and they must believe in the weather and the location. When the whole village moved and settled here, they had already taken people to calculate these directions in advance.
First there was the altar, then there was the house.
When the houses are connected together, it becomes the ordinary Wujia Village in the eyes of outsiders.
Only the mountain residents who live nearby know that there is something else going on in this village. After dinner, they gossip about it and say that everyone in this village is an expert.
It was late at night, and the mountain wind was blowing in from the heights. A familiar child was walking down the path with a frown on his face, not even noticing someone standing in front of him.
"Ah Mian."
The child called Amian looked up and asked, "Teacher, how did you get out?"
Wizards from generation to generation are born with divine blood, but they are not born with divine powers. The young ones are led by the elders, who teach them the secrets accumulated over the years. When they have learned, they teach the new generation. This is how the wizard's heritage is passed down.
Each period will be given different names due to the differences in the times.
In today's era, such an identity is called a teacher.
He was only in his thirties, but his temples were already gray, and his demeanor was different from that of his peers. He had a gentle temperament, and there was always a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.
But such a person has a layer of white film on his eyes. It is said that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Those who have sat in this position have either been disabled or injured, and never live beyond the age of 30.
Amian looked at his teacher and thought of the hunter he had just met. He was only a few years older than his teacher. They were the same age but had different bodies. When he thought of the rumors in the village that his teacher did not have long to live, he felt even more sad.
"What's wrong?"
Ah Mian shook his head. "Teacher, you are not in good health. You have been busy with the festival recently. Why don't you rest at the altar? I will help you go back."
The teacher gently pushed away his outstretched hand, coughed twice, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'll watch here for a while."
"What are you looking at?"
But he did not answer Amian, but looked at him with a pair of white eyes: "You look unhappy, it must be that something went wrong?" Amian said that he was going to punish Lao Jiangtou, he knew about this.
As for whether he got any benefits, he also guessed it.
Ah Mian said angrily, "He is so disrespectful to the gods! Teacher, why don't you arrest him? He is still letting him talk nonsense outside. He is embarrassing us wizards!"
Even after being yelled at, the teacher was not angry. He still looked at him calmly, "Catch him back and shut his mouth, will he stop talking? God is kind and will not care about these things. Besides, the reputation of our wizard family is not so easy to lose."
After speaking for a long time, he couldn't help coughing.
Ah Mian said hurriedly: "I know, I am ignorant, teacher, I will help you go back."
But he still said, "I'll watch it for a while."
As a result, Amian became a little curious.
He glanced in that direction and found it familiar. Isn't this where the old man from the Jiang family lives? What is the teacher looking at there?
As if he had guessed what Ah Mian was thinking, the teacher said, "You are old, but we exiled you to the wild to survive alone. Do you think we are very inhumane?"
Amien shook his head, "He made a mistake, so he must accept the punishment."
"He made a mistake... Then do you know what mistake he made?"
“…”
Amian was in an awkward situation. Everyone in the village said that the Jiang family had committed a serious mistake and were therefore exiled. However, when one looked closely, no one could tell what the mistake was.
He had a vague feeling that this mistake could not be made public to outsiders. Even the wizard's own people could not know the situation.
This mistake may be close to the wizard family's longest-kept secret.
But his teacher was smiling and waiting for his answer, so Amian had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Because... because he is disrespectful to the gods?"
The teacher smiled and looked into the distance at the woods swaying like ghostly shadows through the mountain breeze.
"No."
"The reason why all the members of the Jiang family died and no one survived was because they stole something from God."
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