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It's a dream.
Ta Xianjun opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast wilderness, the clouds were scarlet, low and within reach. There are lush reeds growing all around, fluttering and floating, the voices of people echoing in the reeds, some people are laughing, some people are crying, those voices are very soft, like gauze brushing over the fingertips, the water-like touch.
He walked forward, startling the deep blue fireflies in the depths of the reed flowers, and then he saw a magnificent and peaceful river, which was more magnificent than any big river he had seen before, but the flow speed was extremely slow.
A few flat boats floated far away on the river, and the voice of the ferryman floated from afar: "I have fallen into the abyss of thunder, and my limbs have been crushed into mud. My head has fallen into the sky, and my eyes have dried up and turned into dust. Eat my heart." , Red Ant Huanghuang. Pecking at my belly, vultures are boundless Only the soul comes back Only the soul comes and returns"
Only the soul comes and goes, yesterday is like flowing water.
He seems to have been here before, when?
Ta Xianjun looked around, everything in front of him was so familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, his mind was empty again.
"Hey you."
Suddenly someone spoke behind him.
He turned his head suddenly, but saw nothing but Liuying.
The voice was very hazy and unreal: "Go forward, and I will be right in front."
Although it was annoying to be instructed to do things, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and walked into the depths of the reed flowers where the fireflies were flying with a calm face.
Soon, he saw a dilapidated mill, with broken wood and broken tiles lying crookedly in a small yard overgrown with weeds, and in the very center of the yard, a man sat on the dark graphite, with his back to him. himself, looking at the sky.
"Who are you?"
Hearing his voice, the man didn't turn his head back immediately, but sighed: "Maybe I'm the one to leave."
"Go? Where are you going?" Without waiting for the man to answer, he asked a little manicly, "Where is this place?"
"The other side of the soul." The man said, "Have you seen that river? Get on the bamboo raft and follow the waves all the way, and you will go to the underworld."
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"You have to wait seven or eight years for reincarnation, and when you enter the door, there will be a guard with guts flowing out of it to measure your life's merits and demerits. Those who have committed serious crimes will be escorted directly to the eighteenth floor of hell." Speaking of these after-death events, the man's tone was still gentle and gentle , seems to be revisiting some old things.
"The first floor is called Nanke Township. There is a poor scholar who sells paintings, but he should not be poor now. I burned a lot of paper money for him later. There is also an old man who sells wontons. If you go inside, you will meet To a palace, it was built by the fourth prince of the ghost world, by the way, there is also a Shunfeng Tower"
"It's a mess." Ta Xianjun interrupted him impatiently, "What do you want to say?"
The man was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Ta Xianjun, are you afraid of death?"
Ta Xianjun sneered: "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I used to think so too." The man said, "So, I chose to commit suicide by taking poison. I used to think that I have nothing to ask for in the world, and I am not afraid of death."
After a pause, the man lowered his head.
"But I don't want to leave now. He is still alive, and I can't let him go."
After saying this, the man jumped off the graphite lightly, and circled from the dark shadows to the clear moonlight. The wind from the other side of the Soul River blew, and for a while it was misty, and the fireflies gathered and scattered.
Ta Xianjun's expression changed slightly: "is that you?"
Mo Ran walked towards him, his heart was empty, it was a black hole leaking air, his brows were bright, his nose was straight, and Zhou Zheng's face looked so heroic. He is almost the same as Ta Xianjun when he first saw it in Jiaoshan, but at this moment he looks much calmer, and he no longer has the daze and fear at that time.
"Why do you"
"As you can see, I am not alive."
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"But I don't know why, I don't seem to be the same as other people. The first seven have passed, but there is no black and white impermanence to ask me to go to the underworld. I have been wandering here."
Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You don't have to be nervous. My spiritual core is in your body, so I can't live anymore." Mo Ran cast his eyes on the mighty soul river, and said softly, "But I don't want to goI want to go back."
Hearing what he said, Ta Xianjun was startled at first, then raised his hand to caress his chest. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly twisted a slightly hideous smile: "Is your spirit core here? That is to say Hua Binan succeeded? He did it, and I will be able to come and go freely soon, and then¡ª¡±
Before he finished speaking, he?Ink burning ink light rain. "
He froze for a moment, lowered his eyelids, and gave a lazy salute to Shi Mo who was stretched to the extreme: "I am willing to serve the master."
There seemed to be a gleam of ecstasy in Shi Mo's eyes, but he still didn't dare to relax. He took out a spar from Qiankun's bag. That thing shone with green light and looked strange. It was the strongest spar used to test monks' spiritual power.
His Adam's apple was throbbing, and with some kind of eager anticipation, he walked over and handed the spar to Ta Xianjun.
"Can you light it up?"
"" Ta Xianjun rolled his eyes, glanced at the stone coldly, and said slowly, "What's so difficult about it." As soon as the words fell, his fingers were already clenched, and the meridian in his hand was violent.
Just in an instant, the most powerful spiritual flow in the world poured into it, not to mention that the spar radiated brilliance in an instant, and even the slightest cracks appeared on the surface.
Shi Mo held his breath, his eyes fixed on the stone, and he didn't move for a moment.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the green and green stone burst into pieces between Ta Xianjun's pale and narrow fingers, and then was blown away by the ferocious spiritual power¡ª¡ª
Into ashes! !
"What is this?" Ta Xianjun casually took a pinch of powder between his fingers, and sneered, "It's not a joke."
The teacher suddenly let go, he took a few steps back, and sat down on the stone bench beside him almost as if he was exhausted.
This is the strongest combat power in the world At this moment, is it finally his again?
Shi Mei couldn't hold back, his trembling changed from subtle to severe, the dim light in the stone room reflected his magnificent face, was it ecstasy? Or relieved? The light fluctuated, and the light was not so clear, even treacherous.
After a long time, Shi Mei buried his face in his hands and murmured in a low voice: "Mother, have you seen it? I did it."
He suddenly seemed a little crazy, got up suddenly, turned towards the empty walls, towards the stone room where there was no third person except him and Ta Xianjun, and shouted almost hoarsely: "Have you seen it? It's almost here!" ! Have you all seen it?"
No one responded to him, he laughed out loud in this empty secret room, and tears flowed down his cheeks as he laughed¡ªit was a drop of golden tears.
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