Isn't the man in love with an ordinary person?
If we calculate based on the timeline, the youngest he was when he met her was fifteen, and he has been gone for over fifty years, while I was stunned by the bomb for over ten years, I am now in my eighties or nineties.
But judging from Fang Rou's appearance, she looks to be around twenty years old.
I also looked through some of Fang Rou's other belongings.
Sure enough, I also discovered a booklet of hers called "Dream Records".
The notes are all records of fragmented events in her dreams with a lover named Jiuqian.
The mountain god's real name is actually Jiuqian.
As it turns out, this was indeed Ah Rou, the one from the drunkard uncle's story.
No wonder Fang Rou took a liking to this flower of mine with the seal of the Mountain God Fang Da at first sight; now that I think about it, it's understandable.
Even more unbelievable is that I also found a detailed record of my dream to Fang Rou a year ago, where I asked for help.
"Why did she record these things?" I wondered.
"Perhaps her repeated forced recording of what she saw and did in her dreams damaged her very health, hastening her death," Ranmo said casually.
"Then do you think the mountain god in her dream was a dream woven by the dream spirit, or is the mountain god really in the dream world?" I continued to ask.
"Perhaps—it's true," Ranmo murmured.
"Why do you say that?" I pressed.
"Didn't you know that mortals can repair their three souls and seven spirits in the dream world to be reincarnated again, while immortals and gods can cultivate an immortal body again after repairing their three souls and seven spirits in the dream world?"
"But we need to make a deal with the Dream God in the Dream Realm... and pay a price," Ranmo continued.
Hearing Ranmo say this, I was actually a little excited: "Then the soul of a god can cultivate his immortal body again in the dream world?"
If what he said is true, then it seems reasonable that I saw Wen Heng from two thousand years in the underworld.
So, do I really have a chance to see him again?
"Can I enter the dream world to find Uncle Mountain God or God Wenheng?" I asked.
"If you go to the dream world, your life force will become weaker and weaker, and you will die from exhaustion just like this Miss Fang Rou!"
"I'm not afraid!"
"No, if you go to the Dream Realm, you won't be able to nurture me, and you'll kill me soon! I won't help you anymore," Ranmo replied flatly.
"If he can really enter the dream world and cultivate his immortal body again, why are you still looking for him? Just wait for him to come back! Why waste your time searching for him in your dreams?" Ranmo tried to persuade me, as if afraid that I would do the same foolish thing behind his back.
"Ranmo, who exactly are you? Could you be Wen Heng's divine consciousness? Have you remembered anything about your own origins?"
I've always had doubts about Ranmo's identity. Back when Aniu said that divine consciousness needs to be nurtured by someone to become strong and regain one's immortal body, Wen Heng, whom I met in the underworld two thousand years later, secretly bound Ranmo to me with a blood pact.
Divine consciousness, however, is formless and intangible.
As far as I know, both the soul and the spirit can see his appearance.
But this Ranmo was entirely black, with no distinguishing features. If he were a mortal, he couldn't possibly know so much about spiritual cultivation, things even I didn't know.
"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"
When I questioned him, Ranmo started muttering to himself again, questioning his own identity.
"Who am I?" Ranmo asked again.
"Alright, alright, forget it if you don't remember!"
Just in case he really is the divine consciousness of the God Wenheng that I have nurtured.
However, I went to the dream world to look for him without permission, which caused his demise. So I gave up the idea of going to the dream world to look for him.
Just as Ranmo said, if he really does cultivate an immortal body again, we will wait for him to appear...
However, on another note, if Uncle Mountain God knew that I initially hoped for Ah Rou's early demise so I could be there for her in her final moments, would he beat me up?
Finally, I decided to bury Arou's body in the empty grave next to Qingyan's grave, the one that had been placed for me.
We can't waste resources, can we?
He can also keep Qingyan company.
To make myself feel better, I also engraved the name of the Mountain God on Arou's tombstone.
They also burned a lot of paper money for the two of them.
Ranmo scoffed at my hindsight: "Feeling guilty now? Where were you before?"
I gave a wry smile: "Well, that's better than doing nothing at all."
In the end, they even burned all the paper money meant for Qingyan for Arou and the uncle.
May they bless the God Wenheng with a smooth return.
In the end, all we could do was pile two stones on Qingyan's tombstone to commemorate her.
Because I saw that someone had recently offered sacrifices in front of Qingyan's tombstone.
It must have been burned for her by that Prince Shila.
He's so generous, he definitely won't let Qingyan be a poor ghost in the underworld.
I touched Qingyan's tombstone and said very attentively, "Little Yan Yan, you won't mind this little bit of money, will you? I'll come back to visit you properly next time I have the chance..."
After handling Ah Rou's funeral arrangements.
He relied on the fact that he still had some money on him.
I started living a life of drinking and recklessness in Arou's little courtyard.
Even black and white have been turned upside down.
He sleeps soundly during the day, and in the dead of night, he lies on the eaves with a black shadow that grins with a set of sinister white teeth but has no face, drinking wine and basking in the moonlight.
They were living a carefree and happy life.
But soon, as the ink absorbed my lifeblood every day, my appetite increased dramatically, forcing my small body to consume three buckets of rice daily.
My constant drinking has turned both Ranmo and me into people who can't live without alcohol.
They even enjoy trying all sorts of fine wines and spirits.
His alcohol tolerance is also increasing day by day.
No amount of money can sustain a person like me who lives a life of extravagance and idleness.
Soon, my family's savings dwindled to almost nothing, leaving me penniless—no, not penniless, but two penniless individuals.
Besides supporting myself, I also have to support a ghost.
I smacked my lips and wobbled the last empty jar of fermented rice wine from my hand, rolling it far away on the ground...
What to do? Making a living has become a problem again.
With my current appetite and alcohol tolerance, even begging wouldn't be enough to feed me.
Just when I was struggling with my alcohol cravings and was worried about it.
Ranmo patted my heart and said righteously, "Are you kidding? With me, Master Mo, here, how could Master Hua go hungry?"
"What? Do you have any way to solve our livelihood problems?" I thought to myself, what could a shadow who isn't even a ghost do?
"Although I can't do anything to help you, I can offer you advice and make sure you don't go hungry! Do you want to hear it?" Ranmo started beating around the bush.
"Enough with the nonsense, just get to the point."
"You have two choices: one is to make money quickly but be homeless, and the other is to make money quickly but work hard and be tired. Which one would you choose?"
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