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    The subtle sound of water beside his ears disappeared at some point, and Luo Yuanqiu, who was huddled in the boat, slowly opened his eyes.

    A bit of coldness fell on the tip of her nose. The sky was dark and it was snowing.

    Luo Yuanqiu stood up and shook off the snow on his body, only to find that the boat had docked. The shore was covered with ice rocks hanging high and endless snow.

    The lake surface is shrouded in mist, and the surrounding snow-capped mountains are reflected in the lake water, turning into a deep blue.  She looked towards the other side, and could only see the mist passing through the center of the lake. The road she came from seemed to be out of reach.

    She looked at it calmly for a while, as if she had expected this outcome.  Obviously they are only separated by a lake, but at this moment, it seems as if they are separated by a chasm and it is difficult to return.  If the other side is the human world, then the place where she is is probably the far north where the souls of the dead return according to legend, the depths of the netherworld where the living cannot set foot.

    The boat rocked and rippled on the water. Luo Yuanqiu stepped into the deep snow and stepped completely onto the shore. She pulled down her mask and took a deep breath, letting the cold air rush into her lungs, feeling faintly like a knife.  It stings, and I feel a little bit alive.

    She stood blankly on the shore. Two mountain cliffs faced each other and fell down. A snow-covered road appeared in front of her. She didn't know where it led. It was probably the hinterland of the legendary Yinshan Mountain.

    This scene was too peaceful and quiet, far from what she had imagined. There were no evil ghosts or gods as mentioned in the rumors, nor were there any friends or relatives waiting to collect debts at the intersection. Not even a bird shadow could be hidden in the ice and snow, let alone  What a ghost.

    Luo Yuanqiu rubbed his eyes. There was too much snow and it was uncomfortable to look at it for a long time. There was white everywhere and it hurt the eyes very much.

    She calmed down and waded through the snow from the shore, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

    After she left, the boat stopped rocking, the water gradually calmed down, and her shadow appeared in the water again.  The water surface reflects the snow-capped mountains and the sky, spreading out endlessly.  A few pieces of snow fell into the water, and Shadow raised his hand to catch them. The snow melted into the water, causing slight ripples.  It sat alone on the reflection of the boat, gazing silently towards the other shore.

    The sky slowly darkened, and the mist in the center of the lake floated back and forth on the water without any wind.  The shadow gently jumped off the boat, followed the footprints left in the snow, and disappeared into the water

    What is there in the hinterland of Yinshan Mountain?

    Everything as far as the eye can see is covered with ice and snow. Looking up from the road, the sky is vast and clear, which is very different from what Luo Yuanqiu saw when he first entered Yinshan Mountain.

    The surroundings were silent as she trudged in the snow. The sides of the mountain wall were covered with ice. The ice was so thick and deep that she didn¡¯t know when it started to accumulate.  Her shadow was clearly reflected on the ice, like two huge mirrors.

    The road between the two mountains seemed to be endless. Luo Yuanqiu's palms felt hot as he walked. He took a few breaths in the snow and sat down against the mountain wall.

    She took out a fire charm from her sleeve and took out her water bag, hoping to melt some ice and snow to drink.  She stuck the talisman paper under an overhanging ice rock, put the water bag over it, and waited for the ice to melt to collect the water.

    After a while, the talisman stuck under the ice rock was burned to ashes, but the ice rock did not change at all.

    Fortunately, there was still more than half a bag of water in the water bag. Luo Yuanqiu drank some, stuffed the lid back, and turned to look at the ice rock.

    The talisman paper is gone and the ice has not melted. It is really a waste of water.  She reached out and touched the edge of the raised ice on the rock, with a look of surprise on her face.

    When she touched the ice, her hand was actually cut.

    Luo Yuanqiu pressed the wound on his hand. The wound seemed to have been cut with a sharp weapon, going down from the fingertips and splitting the lines on the palm.  The wound was very deep, but no blood came out of her hand.

    Luo Yuanqiu didn't care much. She looked around at the two mountains.  The ice-mirror-like walls of the two mountains reflected her figure. Finally, she knelt down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and squeezed it in her hands.

    It¡¯s not snow.

    Luo Yuanqiu stood up and sprinkled it into the air.

    Ice is not ice, and snow is not snow, so what on earth could these things be?

    She stood on the road in a daze, looking at the mountain walls on both sides warily.

    At this moment, she heard something and looked around. The ice rock where she had attached the charm had begun to melt, and a drop of water slowly flowed down the side of the ice and fell into the snow.

    When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. She held her breath and stood still, water dripping from the ice rock, as if it was a sign before danger was coming.

    Suddenly a drop of water fell on the back of her hand, followed by two or three drops more and more.  Luo Yuanqiu looked up and saw that the originally clear sky was covered with clouds, but it suddenly started raining.

    She shook it offlock up.

    Xuan Qingzi racked his brains and looked at it for a long time, then finally gave up and turned to look at Song Tianqu: "Brother Song?"

    Song Tianqu took the book and turned over several pages, staring at one page for a long time.  Xuan Qingzi thought he saw something, and asked quickly: "How?"

    Song Tianqu sighed: "Brother Situ, your writing of the word "disciple" is so bad! What is written in it!"

    Xuan Qingzi blushed and said angrily: "Can you blame me for this?"

    "If you don't blame me, who do you blame?" Song Tianqu said, "This handwriting is not far from the ghost-drawing talisman, which shows that your apprentice was born to be a talisman master!"

    Xuan Qingzi threw up his sleeves and said angrily: "Stop entertaining me, give me the book, and I'll show it to her!".

    It was dusk, and the sound of insects came from outside the house.

    Luo Yuanqiu is sitting at the table, the page in his hand has been turned to the end.

    "How do you feel?"

    She couldn¡¯t recognize who this person was, but she could probably tell by his voice that he was Master¡¯s close friend, a Talisman Master named Song.

    She closed the book and put it in her hand, and nodded.

    Song Tianqu asked: "Do you remember everything in the past?"

    I remember some of it, and now I can gradually recall it.  But some things are always like pictures in the moon mirror in the water. It is difficult to remember what happened through a thin layer of mist.

    Including the things recorded in this book, after several years, the handwriting on the paper is still clear, and the past seems to be vivid in her mind, but for her, it is as difficult as recalling her past life.

    Luo Yuanqiu shook his head, put his hand on the book, and rubbed the rough edges of the pages.

    Song Tianqu pondered for a long time and said slowly: "How much can you remember after death?"

    Luo Yuanqiu drew undulating lines on the paper. Song Tianqu took a look at it and said, "Oh, it's a mountain."

    She drew three more ripple-like lines, and Song Tianqu asked: "Is this water?"

    He looked at the distant mountains outside the window in confusion, then turned around and sat down, lowered his head to look at the water in the cup, and sighed: "It's difficult, if you are afraid of death, you will not be able to live, and if you seek life, it will be difficult to stop death. Life, life, death, death, death, death  I am afraid that I will never be able to understand it in my lifetime."

    Luo Yuanqiu listened quietly. She hurt her throat, so she didn't speak much.  The vegetation outside the house is lush, and it is the most lively time of the year.  The person in front of her had frost-colored temples, and she couldn't help but feel a little desolate when she looked back at the lush greenery in the courtyard.  But he didn't feel envious when he talked about life and death, as if it was just a sigh.

    After being silent for a while, Song Tianqu finally withdrew his gaze and said, "Your master and I will spend our entire lives, but I'm afraid we can only stop here. No matter how unwilling we are, it will be useless. But you are different."

    Luo Yuanqiu lowered his eyes and looked at the lines on his palms, remembering lying on a branch and watching the sun illuminate the leaves. The veins of each leaf were clear and distinct.  She thought of many things in the past, but she didn't have much understanding, she just remembered them.

    There seemed to be a falling snow in her heart, from late spring to the end of autumn, it never stopped.  The snow never melts, and it never ends. It just keeps falling like this.

    Luo Yuanqiu vaguely remembered someone calling "senior sister" in the deep snow. Whenever this happened, her mood rarely fluctuated, but she couldn't remember what happened next.

    She couldn¡¯t explain why, but she vaguely felt that this person should be different to her.

    "You have gone too far. It is no longer a road that ordinary people can tread. I dare not say where you will go. I can no longer tell your life or death."

    Song Tianqu dipped the water in the cup and flicked it into the air. The water droplets floated and turned into a thin line of light, which turned and changed with his gestures.  He said: "The most supreme Taoism in the world is not in temples, rivers and lakes, nor in the high pavilions of famous Taoist sects. It is among the mountains, in the places where rivers originate, and in inaccessible places. I can't teach you anything.  But there are two dangerous places in this world that may be able to unlock this seal on you."

    "One is Yinshan Mountain, and the other is Beiming. Beiming is the origin of Taoism in the world, and the physiognomy taught by my master came from here."

    Luo Yuanqiu pointed to the lines he had just drawn on the paper, and Song Tianqu understood clearly: "You want to ask Yinshan? I know very little about this place, because there are really very few people who can pass through the hinterland of Yinshan in the past hundred years."

    "I only know that it is said among the spell masters that Yin Mountain is the place where souls return. If you enter this mountain, you may be able to see your past life."

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