The gray sky without a trace of sunlight gave people a sense of pressure and desolation. Fuxi knew that this was because the outside world was occupied by the purple evil thoughts.
In the field, a seven-year-old child was skillfully lighting a fire in a dug earth pit and cooking winter melon porridge while letting his sister wipe his nosebleed.
Winter melons are picked from the fields. The Winter Melon Village is located in the Central Plains and is rich in winter melons. There is usually not enough to eat. No one asks who picked some from the field.
The rice was stolen by a boy and put in a cloth bag. The price was a few slaps from a street gangster in the village.
The boy only stole rice from the street liar's family, and it seemed that he had some problems with him. Therefore, the boy often received beatings from him, but the street liar did not dare to really beat the boy to death. Although Donggua Village was It was in the countryside, but not too far from the town. Therefore, if someone died, there was no way to hide it, and he would be held accountable by the Yamen and face a lawsuit.
At this moment, the boy put the cooked rice porridge in a fish bowl with a chipped mouth and brought it to his sister. Then he drank it in big gulps from the earthen bowl, without any intention of leaving it for Fuxi.
Fuxi watched silently from the side, seeing the boy eating happily, and said expressionlessly:
"Is this where you lived when you were a child?
Are they all your memories? "
The "them" Fuxi mentioned included the child who was beaten and crying by the boy just now, as well as Xiao Yu'er beside him.
"Your youth, youth, and middle age have all been wiped out by that evil thought? Only your current childhood is left?"
The boy nodded while holding the bowl, and while drinking the porridge, the nosebleed started to flow again, and his dirty face looked like a tabby cat.
Fu Xi understood that Lin Xiaolu's consciousness was now controlled by evil thoughts, and he didn't have much impression of himself. At most, he felt that he looked familiar, so he had no dissatisfaction and continued to preach very gently:
"You have lived a very good life in reality, with high achievements. You have inherited my I Ching and are my only successor. Your sister is also living a good life.
Although you are temporarily controlled by the evil thought of Guixu, I think you can still try to resist. If you can break through it and control it in turn, then you will become the next Guixu. "
Having said this, Fuxi looked at the boy in front of him who was devouring porridge and showed a gentle smile:
"The evil thought of returning to the ruins is both pain and opportunity. It is a great opportunity. Now that you have got this opportunity, it would be a pity if you cannot keep it."
Hearing this, the boy suddenly put down the bowl and raised his bulging cheeks with hot porridge in his mouth to Fuxi.
"What is Guixu?"
Fuxi was stunned when he heard the boy's question, as if he didn't expect that his focus would be on this aspect.
In Fuxi's era, Guixu was not used to describe their state. People at that time called their state - "saints!"
So when did the word Guixu come to represent their realm? Fuxi didn't know, after all, it happened after his death.
He explained:
"As far as I know, the word Guixu was first used in the deepest part of the sea. Someone discovered a bottomless valley, which is where all the water flows gather. So they called this valley Guixu, which means all things in the world. The destination, the final outcome of everything, was later used to describe the highest state of monasticism. As for when it replaced the title of "saint", I don't know."
Having said this, he smiled:
"This name is actually quite appropriate. It represents the good wishes of all those who seek immortality. After all, everyone hopes that their destination and ending will be to become Guixu."
Hearing this, the boy was stunned for a moment, and then looked suspiciously at the guy in front of him who claimed to be "this person."
Shouldn't a person's destination be to die?
After thinking for a while, the confused boy continued to drink the winter melon porridge, and stuffed all the winter melon into his sister's bowl.
He felt that the "I" who suddenly appeared in front of him was here to trick him into eating the winter melon. As a child, he couldn't defeat him as an adult, so he had to eat all the winter melon before he grabbed it.
Seeing that the boy was not getting enough food, Fuxi felt helpless for a moment.
The child's remaining consciousness has begun to drift in and out, remaining between rationality and irrationality. If this continues, he will be completely affected by evil thoughts. In the end, even if the evil thoughts are gone, there will only be a walking corpse left.
Thinking of this, Fuxi, who was squatting, took a deep breath, then held his chin and looked quietly at the boy swallowing porridge in front of him, thinking about what he should do.
After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said calmly:
"Xiaolu, you are still in the River of Forgetfulness!"
As soon as these words came out, the boy who was drinking porridge suddenly trembled. He immediately raised his head and stared at Fuxi with his childish eyes, which were full of horror and absurdity.
In front of him, Fuxi held his cheek with one hand and looked at him with a smile. He moved his mouth slightly and made no sound. He just spoke slowly to the boy with his mouth.
"You know how light says hello? See you in the darkest places!"
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If you ask when Lin Xiaolu's life began to become abnormal, it should be after entering Wangchuan.
Although his life before entering Wangchuan was also very legendary, no matter the road he walked or the people he met, in essence, it was still the same as most other people's lives, full of ups and downs, love and hatred.
After entering Wangchuan, his life began to be completely different from ordinary people, and the trajectory of everything changed in an unknown direction, even though he always believed that he was good.
This is not to say that Wangchuan itself is so magical. After all, Wangchuan is essentially just another outside world, a relatively unique outsider. However, the experience in Wangchuan has given him more than ordinary people at a young age. Of course, even if ordinary people go in and stay in that unknown and terrifying environment for so long, they will most likely not survive the day they come out.
Madness became a disease, madness was like a dream, and he looked back on his life a hundred thousand times, as if it was an eternal nightmare that would never die. But what was sad was that even though it was like this, Lin Xiaolu still failed to break through and return to ruins at that time.
This may confirm the saying, but there are a hundred and eighty thousand dreams, but none of them will return to the ruins without seeing the human world.
However, although Lin Xiaolu did not become Guixu at that time, there is no doubt that his extreme enlightenment experience in Wangchuan allowed him to accumulate the real capital to change his life against the odds.
Because he has swallowed up all the suffering in the world.
The Tao that needs to be understood is also realized in the most extreme way.
The dreams that should be dreamed and the life that should be reviewed were all completed in the eternal loneliness of Wangchuan.
