[Lunar Calendar: July 15th]
What is the boundary between life and death?
Death of the body or annihilation of the soul?
Remember.
Or the long-term continuation of a person's life.
We are made up of and tied to the past.
If a person loses all his past memories, is he still alive?
Lost all original memories. Man is no longer the complete person he was made up of in the past.
After death, there is a soul.
I'm sure of this.
You ask me why?
Because now I am a ghost wandering in the River of Forgetfulness.
Can lost things be found in the ever-flowing River Styx after death?
I'm already helping you practice.
Meng Lian, also known as Meng Po, told me that because there are still people in the world who remember me, I still have time to continue searching for my lost memories among the flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua blooming on the river bank.
Meng Lian told me that retrieving memory is actually very simple, and there are two ways.
The first is to wait until the person I forgot also comes to Wangchuan. When both of us were completely forgotten by the people in this world, the memories would naturally jump out of his mind and fill my memory.
The second one is when the flowers and leaves of the flower are still there, it can look back on the life of the flower viewer like looking in a mirror.
But Manzhu Shahua, also known as Bianhuahua, has a special characteristic. The leaves and flowers do not exist at the same time. When the flowers bloom, the leaves will wither, and when the leaves are there, they will not bloom at all.
The second method makes me desperate. If I follow this, it does not mean that I will never find what I have lost.
Meng Lian comforted me and said that she was not in a hurry for me to queue up for reincarnation.
Because there are still several people in the world who remember me, I can stay in Wangchuan for a long time. During this time, I can wait with peace of mind for the person I forgot to be forgotten by others, and then we meet in Wangchuan.
While I'm waiting, I can just look for flowers and leaves.
I always remember that I forgot something specific and I was at a loss.
My little sister Zheng Jue, also known as Taoyao, I safely sent her back to her hometown in South Korea - Xinzheng, where she will grow old with Han An. This is not something I have forgotten.
Fusu and Hehua, when I left, they were entrusted to Hu Ji. They will grow up healthily. This is not something I have forgotten.
So what did I forget?
I waited for thousands of manjushuahuas to bloom, but not one of them, I saw their flowers and leaves at the same time.
I seem to be too obsessed with finding flowers.
Going back and forth, tossing forward and backward, I became what others called a lunatic in Wangchuan.
"The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never meet each other." This is what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said to me. He also reminded me that it is impossible for Manzhushahua to appear at the same time at the same time. Flowers and leaves appear.
I don’t know what a Bodhisattva is, and I don’t know what a Buddha is. I saw that he was extremely tall, with light surrounding his body, and a majestic crown and jewels. He must be a Bodhisattva.
I don’t know whether to be lucky or sigh.
I learned from Ksitigarbha that my life, which was as short as a firework, was actually extended by a person to his 49th year in the mortal world.
This has spread throughout the underworld.
——"Who is he?" I asked.
"The First Emperor." Ksitigarbha replied.
——"What is the First Emperor? Who is he?" I don't quite understand.
"An old friend of the donor."
——"If you said that I was extended to his 49 years old, did the First Emperor die at the age of 49? Then can I see him here?"
The Bodhisattva shook his head.
——"Ah? Didn't it say that people will go to the underworld after death?"
"He is the exception."
——"But I am about to disappear." I looked at my increasingly transparent body and couldn't help but feel sad, "Bodhisattva, I have been looking for Bana Flower for twenty years, but I still haven't recovered my memory."
Perhaps he was used to seeing the world's crazy men and women, so he said without a smile or anger, "Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death."
Only then did I vaguely remember that Ksitigarbha seemed to be a new god in the underworld. Others were afraid of Ksitigarbha, but I was not afraid. I kept asking, because this was probably my last chance to find Huaye.
——"The person I forgot, when will he be forgotten by others?"
Ksitigarbha wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Meng Lian.
Meng Lian reminded Ksitigarbha, "Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It is a pleasure for you to save all suffering, but do not go beyond the rules of our underworld."
She said it, and reminded me gently: "Little Ali, it's time for you to reincarnate. If you don't go, you will disappear."
"I don't want it. I didn't wait for the memory, nor did I wait for the person I forgot. I'm not willing to live like this in my next life."
The deeper my obsession became, the less transparent my body became, but it felt like fire was burning all over my body.
"If you can't find the answer, don't look for it." Meng Lian couldn't help but comfort me.
"Why?" I frowned in pain and couldn't help but gasp.
"That man will never be forgotten."
"So I can never see him again?" I couldn't help crying, and more blue flames ignited all over my body.
Ksitigarbha said that if I continue like this, I will fall into hell. I don’t know what hell is.
I became more and more fearless, "I just want to know, what did I forget?"
As a whirlpool of forgetfulness surged, Ksitigarbha finally spoke out.
"The First Emperor Yingzheng."
"Ying Zheng. The First Emperor." I murmured to myself, "Is this the King of Qin, Ying Zheng?"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva transformed into a human form of the same height as me. A silver-blue lotus appeared on his green lotus seat and in Meng Lian's palm.
My memory suddenly flashed back.
When I was only ten years old, I left my hometown and went to a strange and familiar place.
Handan, State of Zhao.
What's strange is that there's no one I know well around me, but what's familiar is that I'm still repeating the same things in the past.
The sound of chimes slowly sounded above the Forgotten River, but the tone was gentle and clear as never before, and the sound was absolutely loud in the empty valley: there are fusu in the mountains, and lotus flowers in the sky. If you don't see Zidu, you will see madness. There are bridges and pine trees in the mountains, and there are dragons swimming in the sky. If you don’t see Zi Chong, you will see a cunning boy.
This ballad...
I instantly recalled a snowy night and countless paradoxes.
It turns out that I drank poisoned wine and committed suicide not to take revenge on the Qin State for destroying the Chu State, but because I subconsciously did not want to be in this kind of tearing anymore.
It turns out that what I forgot is what I will remember throughout my life.
We get along day and night, but our hearts are forever apart.
What I forgot was not King Qin.
But the proton who was bullied and insulted on the streets of Handan was the Zhao Zheng who could not reconcile with the past despite spending his whole life.
Ying Zheng, Zhao Zheng, A Zheng, people I love so deeply.
But I am alone
Forget about him.
It turns out that he and I are also the flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua.
Thousands of years of blooming and falling have passed, and the flowers and leaves will never be seen again.
"Little Ali, you broke the rules and all the world in your body was scattered. I can't keep you." Meng Lian sighed.
But I am very happy, because I heard that there will always be people in this world who remember him, and he really gained eternal life.
At the moment when my soul completely dissipated, I tried my best to look at the other side of the River of Forgetfulness.
I said the last thing I wanted to say, but I never had time to say it to him in person.
