Zhuangzi had already realized this: "Chaoji doesn't know Hui Shuo, Huigu doesn't know Spring and Autumn, this is a small year. There are ghosts in the south of Chu, who regard five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn..."
This paragraph comes from "Xiaoyaoyou".
"Forty-three years?"
"It seems." Suo's entourage emphasized.
"Is this normal for creatures like them?"
"It's not abnormal... No, Your Majesty, what I want to emphasize is that his two deaths were at the same age, which is very unlikely in terms of probability."
Shuo pondered for a while, thinking in his mind: "Continue to observe."
Just as the entourage was about to retreat, Suo stopped him again: "Wait a minute, do you still remember where his previous body was buried?"
"Subordinate... still remember."
"Very well, bring it to me." Suo added, "I want this body too."
He wanted to prove something.
Maybe he couldn't prove it right away, but he knew he could one day.
Time is like a turbid stream, flowing very slowly.
"Slowness" is the feeling when time is passing. Once you look back at the time that has passed, you will feel that it is too fast.
So in the blink of an eye, Suo has entered middle age, and several generations have passed in the world. New cultures and ideas continue to rise and disappear, and only some of them can withstand the erosion of time and survive.
Shuo knew that he would not have long life left, but his plan to extend his life had not yet come to fruition.
Perhaps the technology and spiritual philosophy of cutting holes cannot provide him with the answer.
Perhaps this new world, where various civilizations are budding and competing for development, can provide him with some help?
maybe.
Suo stared sadly at the night sky, two lines of tears slowly falling down his face.
He stared at his invisible empire of Chikon, the ancient, corrupt, stagnant homeland.
Perhaps the knowledge he brought from his hometown was also a bunch of rubbish.
He thought so.
Occasionally, one or two feathered men would cross the sky and call once or twice like birds to pay tribute to him.
The creator of the Feathered People stood up and returned to the cave.
The cave contains his collection over the years.
These collections are all placed in glass tubes one by one, and special devices are used to "fix" them so that they will not decay over time.
Suo stroked the glass tube and stared at the body in the tube.
"Give me the answer," he said softly.
In the glass tube is a decapitated corpse, and the severed head has been sewn shut.
That was Chi You's body. When Suo Zai dug it out, he was surprised to find that it had not rotted in the soil for more than a hundred years.
This made Suo even more convinced that there must be an answer hidden in it.
"Maybe it's the power of resentment," he thought at the time.
Shuttle went to the second glass tube, which was Chi You's second body, that is, Chi You's reincarnation.
The corpse was frowning, its eyes were closed tightly as if it couldn't stand the bright light, and its lips were slightly open, as if it was trying to complain about something.
He was very thin, as if he had never had enough food in his life, and his fingers were slightly flexed, as if he was imagining that he could catch a little food in his hands.
The third glass tube is a simple farmer, with a thin but strong body and thick calluses on his hands, telling the story of his hard life.
He may have complained that his life was meaningless and that he was unable to change his life, but he had to accept his fate.
He also died at the age of forty-three.
Shuo held the glass tube and his heart tightened: "Is the hint for the answer here?"
He was caressing the fifth glass tube.
He discovered a pattern.
Chi You and his three reincarnations all died at the age of forty-three.
Moreover, Suo once observed that Chi You's resentment has never weakened in his three reincarnations, but his reincarnations did not have the original violent character.
Is it because the resentment is so strong that it suppresses the body?
By the fourth reincarnation (Suo couldn't help but glance at the glass tube), the situation suddenly changed.
The resentment seemed to suddenly disappear.
If he hadn't ordered his followers to track him, he might not have found the body of the fourth reincarnation.
Chi You, who was reincarnated for the fourth time (that is, the fifth glass tube), had an unusually peaceful face. He was an ordinary craftsman who made pottery. His hands repeatedly kneaded the clay every day, and the clay filled in his nails had become the body's part.
He did not die at forty-three.
His beard was somewhat gray, and his sallow face suggested that he had died of an illness.
No, something was wrong, Chi You's pattern suddenly changed.
Suo looked at Liulihou's body in annoyance.
What caused the change?
What he was sure of was that after the death of the body in front of him, a group of resentment did burst out, and it was very clear that it was still Chi You's group.
But once reincarnated, the resentment will no longer be felt for no reason.
Suo looked at the sixth glass tube. It was an old man who looked very satisfied. An old man who had lived enough, enjoyed enough, and died without regrets.
In an instant, Suo was wondering, had "hate" been forgotten?
Chi You's people moved around and established new homes. However, the battle that led to Chi You's death has already passed more than a thousand years ago and has long become a dim legend.
The tribesmen who have not moved away have also merged with the enemies who defeated them. Their blood has long been mixed into the same blood vessels, and their resentment has lost its meaning.
Suo woke up suddenly, and suddenly he found that the memory of Qie Kong had become blurred.
It turns out that he is so happy and comfortable in this new world without any restraints.
He often observed the development of new civilizations, read and studied their texts, and studied their bodies.
The thought of revenge had already quietly slipped out of his mind at some point.
Isn't it just for revenge that he wants to extend his life?
But it has been so long. Even if he returns to Chikong, will anyone still support his restoration?
Would anyone want to restore the corruption of the old empire?
Suo suddenly ran out of ideas.
It turns out that the power of time is really so great. No hard thing can withstand the erosion of time, let alone hatred?
Suo spent the whole night in the glass room thinking hard.
When the morning light shone into the cave again, he finally decided where he was going.
That day, strange phenomena appeared frequently in the sky.
From the night before last to this morning, many people have seen Xiancha.
Xiancha seemed to be in a hurry, flying straight to the East China Sea and disappearing from people's sight.
That day was the day for Suo to gather his followers. Several of his followers had returned from observation stations around the world.
They meet regularly to report new findings.
Before the shuttle arrived, the attendants, scientists, and mentors were chatting noisily, exchanging new data and discoveries.
Shuo quietly walked into the conference hall without interrupting their conversation.
He listened quietly, listening to some words that his followers would not say in front of him. Although they could sense each other's feelings, they could not hear the thoughts in their hearts, so Suo took the opportunity to listen to it.
Suo Xin smiled proudly, and sure enough, no one noticed his presence.
He coughed slightly.
For a moment, there was silence in the hall, and the followers looked around guiltily.
"Is Your Majesty Suo coming?" They waited for a while, but still didn't see Suo.
For a moment, everyone was suspicious, and the discussion was not so lively.
"Comrades," Suo spoke loudly, "look here."
The followers were shocked and looked towards the direction of the sound, only to see Shuo's figure gradually emerging from the air and slowly condensing into shape.
"Your Majesty!" The entourage was greatly surprised by the scene in front of them and were completely unprepared for this sudden phenomenon.
"Everyone, I have a lot to tell you today. Please sit down."
As he spoke, Suo's face became clearer and clearer, and the followers sighed in surprise.
"Your Majesty's face..."
"You've become younger?" Suo smiled proudly, "That's still possible."
As soon as he said that, his face immediately became blurry again, twisting like a ball of paste, and slowly turned into a human face.
The entourage all forgot to sit down. They had no idea that today's gathering would be so unusual.
They were all stunned. The master, who was almost old, not only became younger, but could also change his face at will.
Suo smiled with satisfaction: "I have to admire the creatures in this world. It's all thanks to them that the questions I have been thinking about for a long time have been answered."
"Is it the restoration of the country?" a follower asked eagerly, "Has Your Majesty thought of a way to counterattack in one fell swoop?"
"No," Suo changed his face back to the look of a cutter, so that his followers could listen to his words attentively, "Returning to the country is not that important to me anymore. We collapsed so quickly back then, I know very well It is because we have lost the support of the people. It has been so long and so far apart. We have no information at all, and we do not know what has happened to Qie Kong now. Speaking of counterattack, it is just in vain."
