In the void, the body is a boat, and the soul is in a boat, traveling against the current.
This road is long.
And looking back on the past, officials, businessmen, reckless husbands, doctors, commoners, and young people......
It seems ordinary, but it is experience, reincarnation, and life.
That's because I am in it, so I can't see through the fog.
Now that I have woken up, I will look back.
It is clearly the five elements.
As the prime minister, Xu Jinhong, although he is a civil official, has supported the dynasty with thunderous means all his life, and has tens of millions of soldiers in his heart.
Wealth is gold, power is gold, weapons are gold, and fate is also gold.
Xu Hong, who dreamed of becoming a wealthy businessman, was charitable all his life, and he had a lot of wealth, but he was also displaced, but his fate was ill-fated and eventually dried up, and his life represented water.
Wealth is water, the main flow, there are droughts and floods, and there is a saying that the best is like water, so its fate is also water.
Mangfu Xu Mountain, this mountain is not soil, there is the meaning of forest, life is like duckweed, childhood is like rotten wood, adult grass bandits, mingling in the mountains and forests, is the life of rotten wood.
Less wisdom and more anger, the outside world is easy to affect emotions, so I would rather die standing in this life than humiliate and kneeling.
Physician Xu Yu, hanging pot to help the world, a healer's benevolence, willing to be a furnace of heaven and earth, refining a herb, the body is like fire, and the life is like fire.
It is the fire of the Suzaku heart, the scorching flower of life.
However, in this life, the wind and fire come out, the heart is extinguished, and the heart is restored until death, and the wind and fire return.
Commoner Xu Kun, a commoner, has an ordinary life, honest and taciturn, full of heat and earthiness, scorching the scorching light of the sky, exhausted and unaware of the heat, but cherishes the long summer.
The sky above the head, the feet are stained with soil, and when the future continues, the soil is accumulated.
As for the remnants of the young man and the monk, they are the same person.
The responsibility of inheriting rumors is like a long line.
It starts from the fire of the doctor, passes through the land of the common people, and then meets the true self.
Across time.
This is the time of fate.
"Space is ...... Only"
Xu Qing murmured.
"The reason why this is like this is because this road is not yet perfect."
Reincarnation is in front, and the source is after reincarnation, so I walked and watched.
No more sinking.
Like a passerby, see all kinds of life.
There is no form of the road to be looked at, so there are men and women, old and young, temples, and rivers and lakes.
Scenes emerge in front of you.
I don't know how long it has been, but I don't remember the time.
On this road, walking and watching, Xu Qing's footsteps will eventually come to an end.
What the eyes look at and the mind condense are the transformations of oneself in reincarnation...... Actor.
……
Actors have performed many performances in their lives.
The day before yesterday, the gongs and drums flew around the beams, and the powder and ink were on the stage and the water sleeves were waving.
Today's flag is unfurled in all directions, and it has been determined that loyalty and treachery are black, white, and red.
The same face, different smears, or men or women, have become a period of life.
There is the comfort of acting life, and there is no regret about dying.
It is life like a play, and many things in ancient and modern times are sung in the play.
I don't know what kind of true heart is under the face of oil paint.
I don't know if it will be difficult to distinguish between real and illusory after a long time.
Only at the moment when the song disperses, after erasing all the oil paints, the people who walk out, with melancholic thoughts, lament the joys and sorrows of the past and future lives, and the dreams of life are like water, quietly leaving no trace......
Finally, he sighed lightly.
"There are many roles in the world of joys and sorrows, and people are not afraid to ......"
"I can't tell ......"
It is the joyful songs that often look at each other drunkly, and time is hazy.
Memories are rippling, and waking up from a big dream is a dream of plum blossoms that have been encountered for thousands of years.
So this play goes from prologue to curtain.
This life is from birth to death.
This dream went from sinking to waking up.
Xu Qing, wake up.
In the void, murmuring softly.
"Where is this drama, this is the ...... of life in time"
"And people have life and death, and drama also has an end, this difference between life and death is like the difference between dreaming and waking, changing and unquestionable."
"So, after crossing the cycle of reincarnation and stepping out of life, after waking up from the dream, at the end of this axis, what awaits me?"
The answer is already there.
Because along the way, he has gone up to the end of this reincarnation axis, and finally saw the source of this axis.
It is also the foundation that carries the reincarnation of the painting axis.
It is a painting.
What Li Mengtu opened was only a line, and Xu Qing at this moment saw the whole picture of the painting.
It was a crystal.
Falling into chaos, appearing in the endless nothingness, blooming with incomparably bright light, and then shattering into irregular ten parts.
Spill.
Then, thick soil appeared.
This is exactly the picture formed by the thick soil, and it is also the scene depicted on the meteorite that Xu Qing saw through the eyes of the Immortal Ancestor when he felt the Eight Extreme Dao.
Groundbreaking the world.
And, clearer!
"I didn't expect that the picture drawn on this axis was actually this scene."
Xu Qing murmured.
"That's a purple crystal."
The one he had, exactly the same.
So, Xu Qing was silent.
At this moment, he could feel the way to leave.
He has passed the cycle of painting and has come to an end.
Now you only need to take a step forward to leave this axis.
But his gaze swept over the broken ten crystals.
After a long time, a strong essence appeared in his eyes.
"Being sealed in this picture axis is life and death, but also creation!"
"The Tao of my immortal body originated from the broken ten crystals, and now I see it again, and it is clearer than before, I can ...... Prove me again!"
Thinking of this, Xu Qing did not hesitate, sat down cross-legged, his thoughts and even his soul suddenly dispersed, like a meteor, heading straight for the broken ten crystals.
In the next moment, reincarnation began again.
But this time, it was no longer a person.
……
I am a meteorite that fell from the sky.
Falling on a star called Destiny.
I don't know where I came from.
As the years passed there, I gradually developed a touch of spiritual wisdom and vaguely remembered some past times.
But it's not specific, it's very vague.
I only remember, a desert.
So most of the time, I look at this star, witnessing the fate of all beings on it, and also recalling where I came from and the story of that desert.
但可惜，我想不起來太多，任憑我如何努力，最多是又想起了一片塵埃以及一條河。
Who are they?
I was a little dazed.
And in these times I was thinking, on this Destiny Star, I was often discovered by the people here.
Sometimes they think I'm just ordinary, and other times, I think it's ominous.
Similarly, there was a time when I was considered a holy relic by the people here and came to worship me.
Time flies, and the years change.
I don't care about this scene.
I thought it would be the same for the rest of my life.
Until one day, a monk from outside the Destiny Star came here and saw me.
He seemed ecstatic, carried me from the Destiny Star, left this planet, and went to a continent called Tianhuo.
There, there seems to be no end, it is extremely vast.
And I will always remember this continent, because there is a vast volcano there, this mountain...... It occupies ninety percent of the area of the Heavenly Fire Continent.
I was taken there and thrown into a burning crater, where endless magma and heat enveloped me, burned me, and refined me.
Until, I became a piece of iron.
The monk who brought me here, with the help of the power of this volcano, finally turned me into a sharp sword.
Go to a place called Shilin and cut down the oldest tree there.
It seems to be revenge.
The monk, who was also seriously injured, took me away and fell a few years later, and I met other sword-wielding people over the years.
Without exception, they all fell unexpectedly in the end.
The unknown statement fell on me again.
So the last sword-wielding man took me to a black river of death, erased my spirit, and threw it down.
I fell into the river, sinking, and the spirit was dissipating.
buried in the silt at the bottom of the river.
But the breath on my body seems to form the ultimate nourishment for this river, making it more majestic and more turbulent.
Before I died, I heard someone say to me.
"This is, fire conquers gold, and gold produces water."
……
I was not called Gu Yiding March.
This name is because I saw in time that in March of the future Gu Yiding year, there was a drop of rain.
It was muddled, and one day it was called Gu Yiding Sanyu, so it had wisdom and became a lake, and countless years later, it became the North Sea.
I saw all this and thought it was good, so I used this name before it was born.
"When you are born, I will pay you back."
And in my life, it is also considered a wave, I once swallowed a monstrous iron sword.
The evil energy of this sword nourished me so much that it made me flow, covered the starry sky, extinguished a shocking and magnificent volcano, and drowned it.
However, fate is often like this, there are causes and effects, and one day a group of powerful people came, and they entered my life on a special ship.
That ship is destined to be with me.
Therefore, I couldn't bear to destroy it, and seeing that its remnants were about to disperse, I nourished it so that it had the possibility of reviving.
However, I did not expect that the purpose of this group of mighty people was to send it into the volcano that I had extinguished at the cost of burning it and reviving the volcano.
The eruption of the volcano could not bury me, but the volcanic ash that spewed out was my calamity, turning me into qi, rain, and nourishing all things.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear a voice.
"This is, earth overcomes water, and water gives birth to wood."
……
I was born in a desert.
A sudden heavy rain gave me vitality and spiritual wisdom, but it was the appearance of spiritual wisdom that made me understand what loneliness is.
So I changed some cause and effect, and at the expense of weakening myself, I separated myself so that more of the same kind appeared around me.
Slowly, the river channel disappeared, and the endless forest took over everything.
And here, it gradually got a name and was called Shilin.
My ethnic group is also getting stronger, they come into contact with the outside world, understand heaven and earth, and thus have practice.
But I became weaker and weaker, and I spent more time choosing to sleep, occasionally waking up to look at the years, witnessing the grievances and hatreds of the ethnic group, witnessing the rise and fall of the ethnic group, and witnessing the destruction of one living race after another by my ethnic group.
Until one day, a monk who had been exterminated came with a special sword for revenge.
Killed my people and stood before me.
I looked at the sword and understood that it was a calamity in my destiny.
So I chose to obey and fell under the sword.
During the ten thousand years of the dissipation of the spirit, my corpse was used to make a ship.
I refused.
But they said that only a boat made of me can sail in a river called Gu Yiding March, and I can absorb the power of the river while driving.
It gave me the possibility of resuscitation.
I believed it, but in the end, they used my body to rekindle a dead volcano.
At that time, I heard a sentence.
"This is, gold overcomes wood, and wood makes fire."
……
I was born in the starry sky, burned a black hole, turned it into a body, turned it into a volcano.
People call me the heavenly fire.
The flame is my life and my character, so I roar all year round, shaking all directions.
One day, someone came up to me and threw a meteorite.
I refined it into iron and became a sword.
I thought that the brilliance of my life, like the fire on my body, would be eternal.
But a black river of death and evil came from the starry sky, covering me and extinguishing me.
This is my calamity, no matter how I roar or resist, it will not help.
Until after endless years, a ship came, its self-ignition awakened me, and the burst of countless silent times formed a dust in the sky.
That's my anger, covering everything.
Along with the anger, there seemed to be a word coming from nowhere.
"This is water overcoming fire, and fire gives birth to earth."
……
I am the dust of volcanic eruptions, the land formed after precipitation.
The moment I was born, I filled a vast river.
That's what I'm most proud of.
And there is an iron sword in the mud of Hanoi.
I stared at this sword, not knowing that time had passed.
So my life is boring.
Time passed, I slowly fell asleep, and I don't know how long it took, but when I woke up, I had become a desert.
The rain came and nourished the vegetation, and my life was sucked away little by little.
And that sword, in these endless years, was nurtured by me, and it gradually precipitated and eventually became a meteorite.
Finally, at the moment when my life was sucked up and I was about to die, I used my last strength to send the meteorite to the starry sky.
became a meteor, I don't know where it will go.
But I am relieved.
Because it carries my reincarnation, it carries my resurrection.
In the next life, I don't want to be so boring.
In the midst of muttering, I closed my eyes.
It's just that in my vague consciousness, there seems to be a sentence echoing.
"This is wood and earth, and the earth produces gold."