The small world where the Li Cheng ancestral hall is located, in the closed house.
The furnishings are simple, a table, a chair, and a wooden bed.
In addition, there is a word hanging on the wall.
"He is like a devout pilgrim, always looking for a temple that may not exist."
……
Outside, the flames are still there.
The painting shaft in the furnace cauldron, in the refining of the sea of fire, slowly shone with a ghostly light.
Vaguely, it seemed that a voice echoed in the scroll.
"I, what have I forgotten?"
"Is it a pity?"
"Or is that sentence?"
"Perhaps, I should ask someone to help me convey a message."
The sound gradually dispersed and was burned by the sea of fire.
……
The fire is getting bigger and bigger, more and more prosperous.
The clay pot shrouded above was burned very red, and the medicinal liquid inside gradually became viscous in this high temperature.
From time to time, blisters appeared, and after bursting, the smell of medicine spread in this simple house.
The house is not big, surrounded by cabinets with various medicinal materials.
In the middle, there were two people, an old man and a young man.
The old man was wearing a navy blue robe, with white hair on his head, and a face with the numbness formed by the passage of time, sitting on a rocking chair at the moment, looking at the sunset in the outside world, not knowing what he was thinking.
The young man looked at the old man and couldn't help but speak after waiting for Shaoqing.
"Master, what then?"
"What's next?" The old man asked.
"Story, what you just said, did you forget something, is it a regret, or is it that sentence? What is that sentence? Who can I pass it on?"
When the old man heard this, his eyes fell on the medicine jar.
"This medicine is almost boiled, you can take it out and divide it into a few and send it one by one."
When the young man heard this, he quickly took out the medicine spoon, took out the viscous medicine in the clay pot one by one, put it in a medicine box, and ran out.
As soon as he left the pharmacy, he paused, looked back at his master, and couldn't help but speak.
"Master, wait for me to finish delivering the medicine, you tell me if that sentence is okay, I will definitely pass it on, I am very curious, if you tell me, then I will also tell you a secret."
The old man nodded.
The young man looked forward to it, carried the medicine box, and ran away.
Seeing the young man's figure disappear into his eyes, the old man's eyes became a little scattered.
"What is that sentence...... I can't remember."
The old man muttered.
One night, passed.
The boy who left did not come back.
Some people say that they saw an immortal and took him away.
Some people say that it was the night that devoured it.
And in the rest of the old man's life, he has never seen it.
It was as if everything was just an illusion in his trance.
Until ten years later, when he was about to pass away, he occasionally thought of the little apprentice back then, and he was not impressed.
Because he has been recalling that sentence all his life.
That sentence seems to be in my memory, but I can't find it.
Finally, on the day of his death, his memories turned into flying ashes and dissipated in the world, and he remembered that sentence.
"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living beings......"
"What is the next sentence?"
The old man had no answer.
Time has taken away his life and his spirit, leaving only a corpse left in this world, buried in the soil.
In the passage of time, the corpse and the soil were completely mixed together, regardless of each other.
The vicissitudes of the outside world, the world has changed, and the once small city has become a ruin and a wasteland.
I don't know how long it has passed......
Until one day, a hoe was lifted and landed on the soil of this wasteland.
Here, fields were cultivated, crops were planted, and villages were established.
The farmer has changed from a young man to a middle-aged man, and finally an old man.
Before he died, he suddenly told his family that he had been a high official, a merchant, a bandit, and a doctor, and he was buried here.
Therefore, in this life, he must also be buried here to give his future self some time, so that the spirit can dissipate a little slower.
The words before death, with conjectures, some people heard what was in their hearts, but more people would not take it seriously.
But no matter what, his body was finally buried in this soil.
He was too ordinary, like a drop of water in the sea, and after a few years, he was gradually forgotten.
From spring to autumn, the village became the county seat.
One winter many years later, at dusk, in the sky, there was a middle-aged monk who came here riding on the wind.
He was a scattered cultivator, without sect or sect, and by an occasional opportunity, he entered a secret place and obtained an inheritance.
This inheritance is a wisp of remnant soul.
If you want to obtain inheritance, you need to fulfill the last wish of the remnant soul.
So, under the guidance of the remnant soul, he came to this place.
In front of that piece of dirt, the remnant soul came out of his body and turned into a teenager, staring at the land and the county.
Things are different from people.
The small town back then has become bigger, and the former pharmacy has become a school.
Staring at these, vaguely, the young man's eyes seemed to see his first master in the pharmacy on the night many years ago, and the story of the master.
This was a long time ago, and he thought he didn't remember.
When he was taken away and stepped into the cultivation world, he also had his own bloom, his own life, joys and sorrows, love and hatred.
He also reached a certain peak, but in the end, he fell and turned into a remnant soul for these years, and he found that the most eternal scene in his memories was actually the scene of that year.
He wanted to know what the words Master did not say.
Because......
The secret that he didn't have time to tell back then was the few words that Master said, which actually appeared in his dreams before he became an apprentice in the pharmacy.
He didn't know why, but now ...... want to pursue.
And I feel more and more that what Master didn't say is very important.
"My spirit has dissipated a lot, and now the remnant soul can't last long...... But I have a strong feeling that if I can't find the answer before it dissipates, then ...... There will be no future."
In the muttering, his eyes fell on the school.
In the school, there was a teacher and seven schoolchildren.
At this moment, the sky was dark red, and in the dusk, the schoolchildren said goodbye one by one.
The teacher also tidied up his clothes and was about to leave, but a schoolchild who had left went and returned and stood at the door.
The gentleman paused and looked over.
The schoolchildren bowed their heads.
"Sir, I have a question, because I don't have enough time and can't find the answer, I met Mr. here when it dissipated, so I asked him and asked him to clarify his doubts."
The gentleman was silent and spoke slowly for a while.
"You say."
"Sir, do you know what reincarnation is?" The boy looked up, his eyes dark.
The gentleman frowned.
"You are extraordinary, and I am ordinary, but you come to ask me what reincarnation is?"
The boy shook his head, his dark eyes were a little distracted at the moment, and he was dazed.
"The reincarnation I understand and know is reincarnation again and again, and it only starts in one lifetime, but I feel more and more that it seems that reincarnation is not like this, is it possible...... Many of the people I meet are me in reincarnation?"
"All this makes me confused, please clear up your doubts, feel free to ...... Say anything, you can do it."
The boy muttered.
The gentleman closed his eyes and said nothing.
Time flowed, and half an hour later, when dusk was about to be replaced by night, and most of the darkness in the boy's eyes had dissipated, the gentleman opened his eyes.
"I don't know what reincarnation is, but if I were to propose these two words, I would like to ...... It should be an experience of ferrying in the sea of the abyss, a process of finding light in the darkness."
"This process cannot be without a price, so the price of reincarnation again and again should be a kind of self-destruction."
"As for the situation you mentioned, I think that many people I have met are myself in reincarnation, and in my opinion, this may be self-help in self-destruction."
"Give up the erasion again and again, and choose to bloom all at once, so as to find the light."
"Until the end, if you can't find the light, the spirit will turn to ashes."
The boy's body shook, he was stunned there, and after a long time, he realized in his eyes, everything in the past came to mind, vaguely, as if in the years, he heard his first master, the murmur of his first master, before his death.
So he bowed his head and spoke softly.
"Thank you, I understand, it turns out that my meaning is to connect time and pass on a sentence to my husband."
"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living beings......"
"What is the next sentence, please sir...... Self-realization, this is our last chance, fortunately...... The rest of your life is enough."
The boy said, and the black color in his eyes completely disappeared.
The remnants of the soul dissipate.
And the boy also woke up, a little confused, and when he saw his husband, he felt nervous, hurriedly greeted him, and then quickly ran away.
Only Mr. stood in place, his eyes blank, as if there were some reincarnation scenes that originally belonged to him, gradually recovering from the sealing.
The prime minister of the Daning Dynasty felt that he had forgotten something before he died.
Xu Shanren, who was in business, was full of regrets before his death, not the twists and turns of his life, but the regret that he did not remember and forget.
So this regret became a severe pain and remained in the mind of the bandit Xu Shan, until in the end, Xu Shan, who had been suffering from brain pain all his life, thought of a sentence at the moment of death.
But unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it.
It can only be left to the doctor.
The doctor has been pursuing it all his life, but unfortunately, under the interference of some force, he can only remember it at the moment of death.
Fortunately, he was prepared.
So the boy became the thread connecting time and reincarnation.
And the farmers who cultivate fertile land are also willing to become nutrients to buy time for their future selves.
Finally, the boy came.
Before the boy died, he was also enlightened, completed his mission, and said that sentence.
I gave it to my husband.
This year, Mr. is thirty-seven years old.
For the rest of my life, it's enough.
Time flies, thirty years in a flash.
My husband is old and stays in this county, and he is about to die.
And schoolchildren have already gone their separate ways.
At the end of his life, no one returned.
The gentleman didn't mind, he lay on the bed, looking at the dusk outside the window, and the scenes seemed to be displayed in the sky at dusk.
"Officials, merchants, reckless men, doctors, commoners, monks...... Different reincarnations, different experiences, different lives."
"Sure enough...... Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living beings, and time is a passerby from ancient times to the present."
"I am still in the time, and I am still a passerby, but I no longer have my eyes closed."
Mr. calmly, a purple light burst out from his chest, spreading throughout his body and enveloping the world.
The spirit that has been scattered blooms again.
Sir, close your eyes.
Xu Qing, wake up.
And reincarnation does not stop.
Yet...... It is no longer a lonely boat in the abyss, it has a helmsman and a ferryman.
In an orderly direction, use time as a paddle to move forward through time.
Go to the source of the drawing axis.