"Your grandma fell down at home during the day. I have some herbs at home, but they were originally going to be taken to the market to exchange for money..."
"Aunt Zhou, how much does it cost? I'll buy it!"
"Your grandma had to get up to pick up the soles of your shoes. She couldn't stand still and hit her head again. I have to go to the market tomorrow. Do you want me to bring some medicine back to your grandma?"
"If you want, Aunt Zhou, how much does it cost? I'll give it to you!"
"Your grandma hasn't eaten all day, so I fed you the only white flour steamed bun in the house."
"Aunt Zhou, this money should be settled, I will give it to you!"
"The doctor said that your grandma's disease must be cured at this amount. I paid some in advance today..."
"Aunt Zhou, I'm going to chop wood and go to work. I'll definitely bring money back to you tomorrow!"
…
The world in the mirror continued to flow, and Wang Polu saw that his stupid self was deceived, working hard day after day, thinking that he was filial and diligent, but he didn't know that his grandmother was tortured at home every day!
The money he gave to others out of gratitude actually sowed the seeds of greed in that person.
From then on, my grandmother's injuries never broke again. He sent handfuls of money to that person's hands, but in exchange, my grandmother's life gradually withered... But my grandmother struggled day by day. She originally wanted to spend more time with him, but instead Unexpectedly, he became the shackles for kidnapping his grandson, turning his grandson into a thief's money bag.
The grandparents and grandchildren consumed each other and fell into a cycle of suffering.
Until one day, when there was no one around, my grandmother rolled off the bed and climbed inch by inch to the woodshed.
The firewood that the grandson picked up with his own hands was neatly piled outside the house. It was the winter firewood that the grandson had prepared early because he was afraid that she would be cold in the winter. As long as she has time, her grandson will take out the firewood and dry it in the sun, for fear that any trace of smoke will catch her.
At this time, the grandmother looked at the firewood and suddenly felt great courage.
Wang Polu smiled when he saw his grandmother.
The grandmother in the mirror smiled towards the distant mountains in the direction he left. The smile reached her eyes, full of love.
Then, grandma approached the firewood, used her last strength to take out the fire stick, and lit it...
"ah--"
Wang Polu forced a roar from his throat, and the fire in the mirror seemed to be burning in his internal organs, making him miserable!
"ah--!"
"ah--!!"
…
The shrill cries echoed around, he is so stupid! Stupid and stupid! He is the most stupid person in the world!
He always thought that his grandmother died unexpectedly, but the truth turned out to be so cruel.
What has he done? What has he done!
He should kill his enemies with his own hands, but that damn Aunt Zhou had fallen to death the year he stepped into Fuxi Mountain. She fell from a height while repairing tiles on the roof and died neatly.
Why?
Why!
How could that bitch die so happily!
Fire enveloped everything in the mirror, and then all the scenes disappeared, and the mirror returned to blankness, as if all the sins in the world were burned away with the fire.
There was deathly silence all around, and in the huge open space, only Wang Polu was stumbling, spinning in circles as if possessed, muttering: "Why, why... why... why..."
…
Chunxia slowly opened her eyes.
She saw her dead mother standing in front of her: "Xia'er, come here..."
Chunxia hesitated for a moment, but the mother's smile in front of her was so real that she suddenly fell into the happiness of being loved by her mother when she was young.
"Xia'er, come here..."
Her mother slowly waved to her: "Come here..."
As Chun Xia moved forward step by step, her mother's smile got closer and closer to her, becoming doubly real.
She could smell the familiar scent of her mother, feel the love and compassion in her mother's eyes, and the lightly scented air stirred up when she waved her hand.
As she takes steps forward, Chunxia feels like she is becoming young.
With every step she took, she shrank by a year, became a little shorter, and knew less... When she walked to her mother, she was already her younger self.
Carefree and innocent, these are the years that I most want to go back to in spring and summer.
She was so happy that she slowly fell into her mother's arms and fell asleep peacefully...
This dream time is quiet and peaceful.
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Outside the Tibetan Tower, time flows slowly.
The disciple guarding the tower raised his eyelids: "How many days is it now?"
Another person made a positive stroke on the book and replied: "Day 49."
From time to time, there are disciples wandering around outside the Tibetan Treasure Tower, as if they want to pry out something from inside the tower.
In the past, there was Duanyang who climbed to the top of the tower, took off the Bu-Zhan sword, and ordered the leader to open an altar to worship his ancestors; later there was Ding et al. Linggen Guo Bannong, who bravely climbed seventy floors and rewrote the history of Fuxi Mountain.
Now there are still four people in the tower who have not returned for a long time, and they actually stepped onto the ninetieth floor at the same time?
Is this Tibetan Treasure Tower still the original Tibetan Treasure Tower? Could it be that climbing the tower has become easier due to the decline in spiritual power?
Everyone has their own speculations and is waiting for the next person to come out of the tower, but since Dai Tao and Guo Bannong, the tower seems to be dead, and there is no more movement.
The sun rises and sets, the stars change.
One day, Zhao Yisu, who was on the 60th floor, slowly opened his eyes after practicing day and night.
At this time, the pressure from the outside world was no longer enough to force the spiritual energy in Zhao Yisu's body to flow on its own, which meant that there was no point in continuing to stay on this level.
She shook her legs and stood up, feeling the abundant spiritual energy in her body. In her spiritual sea, a vague sphere made of spiritual energy was slowly taking shape.
Only now did she understand why Jiang Yunchen was so dismissive when she first asked him whether the third-level and fourth-level people had fully stored the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea.
She thought too simply.
It is very fast to fill up the spiritual energy, but it is necessary to condense the spiritual energy into pills to see the hope of breakthrough. No wonder so many monks are stuck at level three for life, unable to be promoted.
Spiritual energy condensation requires pure and continuous spiritual energy. If it is interrupted at will during the cycle of condensation, the spiritual sea will be injured and it will be difficult to recover.
Generally, third-level monks would be very cautious when condensing elixirs. How could anyone like Zhao Yisu find a place to sit cross-legged and meditate, but there was not even a teacher to guide the protector.
However, Zhao Yisu had breathing rules, and Jiang Yunchen also told her the correct method of spiritual sea cultivation on bamboo slips. Zhao Yisu benefited a lot from these, enough to condense the first layer of inner elixir on her own.
Yes, the inner elixir is layered, although Zhao Yisu doesn't know how many layers his inner elixir needs to be condensed into.
She thought as she took a step up.
Still can't feel the obvious sense of oppression.
The inner alchemy swirled faintly in her spiritual sea, forming the core of spiritual energy, which allowed her to effortlessly guide the circulation of spiritual energy. At the same time, the acuity of her five senses and the ability to withstand pressure of her spiritual consciousness were greatly improved.
It went on ten floors in this way, and it wasn't until the seventieth floor that the familiar feeling of oppression began to appear.
However, this level of oppression was not enough to serve as an introduction to practice for Zhao Yisu, so she continued to climb up at a faster pace.
