Su Shuyan spent five thousand taels to hire a taciturn bodyguard, and then grabbed a failed painter to make up for it.
The three of them took a task list that no one wanted and went to an almost forgotten deserted village.
Ancient temples, dry rivers, and mountains full of nameless tombs.
The old lady said that the temple worships Lord Long Dexing.
The painter said that the murals in this temple were painted by one person for decades, and they painted the sky.
Shen Tan said nothing. He only saw two words - Qing Tan in front of an unnamed grave.
Then he remembered.
Forty-three lives. A constant light. A stripped fairy bone.
——It turns out that the gun in his hand was exchanged for someone else's life.
——It turns out that someone somewhere he didn't know had lived and died for him for a long time.
Intention: The immortal way cherishes life, and there is no way to measure people. The so-called immortality does not mean that a person lives for thousands of years, but that someone is willing to use his limited life to exchange the lives of more people. Those people are gone, but their light is still there - in the lamp, in the bones, and in the hearts of everyone they saved.