Chapter 1307 The Only State!
The cold wind blew along the window, and while the candlelight was swaying, this civilization reincarnation diagram was lifted from the pages of the book.
The catalogue recorded the rise and fall trajectory of all dynasties, and in the end, under his arrangement, they all converged into a closed ring, like the trajectory of the moon in the long night.
Looking at this ring, he suddenly understood that every word and year number in the history books were just traces of the wheel running over, and the wheel itself never stopped turning.
So he held on to his sick body and used the last time of his life to engrave his life's realization on twelve bronze slips.
Even if he knew that the truth he had pursued all his life, the twelve bronze slips he carved that could resist the power of time were just a small wave in the long river of reincarnation.
But he did it anyway.
Those time-overlapping times blurred by dynastic historians under some power, the truth of destruction obscured by myths, and the same prophecies wrapped in different words are all revealed to their true colors under his carving knife.
When the last knife carved the eight words "All things are reincarnated, there will eventually be silence", there was suddenly an earth-shattering thunder outside the window!
The rumbling sound exploded the heavens and the earth, and the raindrops fell sharply, smashing on the earth and on the glazed tiles.
That rhythm, that rhythm, made Chen Mo a little dazed, he vaguely felt that this seemed to have the same rhythm as the rain of destruction recorded in "Fenggong" a thousand years ago.
"I'm leaving......
Chen Mo muttered, his life began to go out, and the world in front of him began to blur.
In his life, he was like a boat trapped in the sea of history, not understood by the world, but he also left some traces.
"I still have some regrets......"
Chen Mo said softly.
So in the last time he waited for death to come, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the thunderstorm outside the window.
Perhaps it was a regret in his heart, so it seemed that for a moment, he didn't know if it was blurry, and he saw his shadow thrown on the wall when the lightning struck him, and it was recorded on the bronze slip, and the hexagram of the Nine Ming of the Spirit Queen, the notches of the ancient bone inscriptions, and the dragon pattern of the gold leaf edict of this dynasty, overlapping each other into the same outline.
Chen Mo was startled, and then a bright light appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone who tries to grasp the trajectory of history will eventually become the trajectory itself."
Chen Mo smiled.
Let the coolness of the rain spread over the wrinkles on his face, and he suddenly felt that he was no longer a boat trapped in the sea of history, but turned into a lamp in the boat's hand.
This lamp may not shine through the eternal fog, but at least let those who came after it know that in the interval of countless destruction and rebirth, someone once stubbornly held the lamp and carved a faint but clear mark in the long river of time.
Perhaps in the next millennium, another historian will suddenly see this mark on an autumn night when sorting out ancient classics and perceive the lights in time and space.
In the end, just like himself, he realized that it was a faint but eternal signal sent by countless civilizations in the midst of destruction and rebirth.
They will become another self and a spiritual friend with someone in the future.
"Enough!"
The enlightenment at this moment is not the ecstasy of epiphany, but the silence like the first melting of spring ice.
He already understood that every word in the history books was the scale of reincarnation, and the truth he had pursued all his life had never made all civilizations submit to the same answer.
Instead, I saw that all the answers were flowing in the same circle.
This is the unity.
At this moment, the candles at the post station flickered and flickered, as if there were the shadows of countless dynasties, overlapping into the silhouette of the same cycle in the light and shadow.
The candlelight and the starlight illuminate each other, and in the brilliance, there seems to be a jasper cicada shining inside.
And Chen Mo, with a smile, closed his eyes.
……
The cicadas are singing, still.
The same is true for cicada wings.
Scenes, little by little, piece by piece, all reflect the colorful lives of different people in different times and spaces, with the same source, but evolved due to various trajectories.
Colorful, each blooming with one thought of unity after another.
These thoughts rose from time and space and returned to Xu Qing's consciousness, making his consciousness continue to grow, allowing him to experience various lives, and making his breath become an invisible hand, plucking the strings of the constitution again and again.
More and more notes were played, and finally a piece was woven into a song called "rhythm".
Yet...... This sound continued to brew, but the sound could never be heard.
Because......
"One is still missing."
Xu Qing opened his eyes and looked at nothingness.
That was himself in the last time and space, he had never formed the idea of unity, even the authority and guidance of the God of Pain still could not control his thoughts.
He is a painter.
Once, the old man who burned all the picture scrolls and only drew the word "one" on a piece of rice paper.
At this moment, there are also five more strokes presented on the rice paper.
"One" becomes "come"
That first stroke was also the first stroke of the word.
it's an invitation that spans time and space.
So after Xu Qing stared, he stood up and took a step towards nothingness.
This step, entering time and space, into parallel, appeared in the old painter's study.
The moment he appeared, the old man who paused the tip of his pen on the rice paper raised his head, the wrinkles on his face bloomed, looked at Xu Qing, and laughed.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"And don't open your mouth, just listen to me."
"I learned painting when I was young, and I reached the peak, using painting as the boundary, and in my old age, I understood the operation of heaven and earth......"
"And in my paintings, I see all living beings, I see everything, such as that Liu Xuanji, such as that Chen Mo, and even, I see you......"
"And then I burned everything and sat here, because I understood that I and the world I was in may not exist in the first place, because you need us to exist, so we exist."
"As for what you need, I saw it in the painting twenty years ago."
After saying that, the old painter raised his hand, took out a new piece of rice paper, took a deep breath, studied the ink, and finally picked up the pen, stained the ink on the rice paper in front of him, and drew it suddenly.
It is not a work of the prosperous era, but a few simple strokes, outlining one small grid after another.
After a meal, the old painter was stained with new ink and drew a line directly!
This line connects all the small grids!
This pen seemed to have exhausted his remaining strength, and at this moment, his aura began to dissipate, and even the pen in his hand could not be held, only the old voice echoed hoarsely in the study.
"Returning to one, not only space, but also time."
"Time is a line, it has no present, no past, no future."
"Space is a grid, they were originally static, but because of a line of time, after being connected, they moved with it."
"Like this painting, each of those small grids is ourselves, containing the beginning to the end."
"A timeline that connects all the small grids, this is a complete life of all parallel time and space."
"Therefore, our path is to separate and absorb the line of time, so that it is time."
"Next, absorb all the small grids that have become static."
"After doing this, you have achieved parallel unity, and you have become the only one."
"This is the only state I would like to call ...... Vi!"
"That is, our tenth pole!"
After the old painter said the last word, he closed his eyes.
In the study, Xu Qing stepped forward and stared at the rice paper, and the world ...... It began to be fragmented!