In the ancestral hall, the candlelight flickered.
Outside the ancestral hall, Song Ciwan checked with one hand, but he finally saw the source of the blood evil among the various blood evil spirits that were wandering around!
It was a fragment, a fragment embedded deeply in Jing Huaisheng's chest and heart.
The fragments were soaked in flesh and blood and turned dark red. At first glance, they seemed to be integrated with his heart. If Song Ciwan hadn't had sharp eyesight, it would have been impossible to see the strangeness in his heart.
But now when I look carefully, I can only feel that there is a little green in the dark red of this fragment, and it has a bronze-like texture.
It's like a fragment of bronze -
When this idea arose in Song Ciwan's mind, what she looked at suddenly changed!
what is it then?
They are mountains and rivers, the vastness of heaven and earth, birds and beasts, and all races of humans and demons. It is the endless proliferation of creatures that are multiplying and prospering, and it is the sun, moon and stars that are circulating through the ages.
It's so vast, and there are strange rays of light that seem both virtual and real in the vastness.
Those rays of light travel between mountains and rivers, between all things, between the blood of living beings, through the sky and the earth, far and near, past and future, eternity and instant!
Suddenly at a certain moment, Song Ciwan realized it.
Where are the vertical and horizontal things that seem virtual and real, and where is the light?
That is clearly a Taoist rhyme and a rule!
It is the way and principle of the movement of heaven and earth, it is time and space, it is growth and death, it is...
What is it? what else?
Song Ciwan only felt her heart beating loudly. She had clearly comprehended many profound truths in her practice so far, but there had never been a moment like this when she truly came to the side of Tao, stretched out her hand, and touched the truth. It feels like hitting the road!
She was about to touch it, touch it...
Compared with what she saw now, what she had understood before was clearly just the corner of the road——
Song Ciwan stretched out his hand in a daze, but at the next moment, seeing the critical moment when he seemed to have caught something, his heart skipped a beat and his feet were empty.
Naturally, she didn't really miss the mark.
At her level, it would be difficult to miss the mark again.
However, although she never really stepped into the air, she had the illusion of stepping into the air at this moment.
After stepping into the air, the countless lines in front of her eyes disappeared, the mountains, rivers, land, the light and shadow of the sun, moon and stars also disappeared.
replaced by……
It is infinite chaos!
There is no light, no turbidity, no objects, and no living beings.
The mountains and rivers are gone, the stars are gone, and the world has become chaos.
Until a certain moment, suddenly a ball appeared in the infinite chaos!
It was a blue ball that looked small at first glance but seemed infinitely huge upon closer inspection.
The ball rotates at high speed in the chaos, like a meteor that comes from nowhere and only goes to the distance!
With a startling glance, just one glance, the ball disappeared from Song Ciwan's eyes again. But for some reason, this glance left a profound impression on Song Ciwan's heart.
In fact, at this glance, what he looked at was like an engraving, directly imprinted on Song Ciwan's heart and soul.
For a moment, Song Ciwan suddenly felt sad and confused.
She held her heart and blinked again, only to see a clear vision before her eyes.
The ancestral hall is still the same ancestral hall, and the people in the ancestral hall are still the same people.
The strange-looking Huaisheng with six arms is still in the ancestral hall. And that piece of bronze fragment was embedded in Huai Sheng's heart, breathing and beating together with his heart.
Dong dong dong——
So fresh.
Invisibly, everything Song Ciwan saw just now was as empty as a dream.
Only then did Song Ciwan truly wake up.
It turns out that just now she used her naked eyes to spy on the fragments of Huaisheng's heart, but she was pulled into an indescribable strange fantasy by the mysterious aura of the fragments!
It's incredible.
With Song Ciwan's current state of cultivation, he would be easily led into an illusion.
This was either because Song Ciwan was too weak, or because the fragment had a great origin and was very strange.
Song Ciwan stood where he was, not moving, but there was a turbulent wave in his heart, and the still water ran deep.
She didn't believe that everything she saw just now was just an illusion!
Whether it was the feeling of some kind of "Tao" that seemed to be touched by her in a trance, or the flying ball that was glimpsed in the chaos later, it gave Song Ciwan an extremely real feeling. Feel.
No!
All that must be true.
Or it happened, recorded in bronze fragments.
Song Ciwan stretched out her hand and gently grasped it with her fingers.
There is an old willow tree beside the ancestral hall that has been growing for an unknown period of time. There are some silkworms hanging on the willow tree.
One of the dry and dying caterpillars suddenly came out of the black silk thread and fell into Song Ciwan's palm.
Song Ciwan let out a slight breath of true energy in his palm, and at this moment, he moved a certain line in the caterpillar's body with great sensitivity——
Naturally, that was not a line that actually existed, but a line that was between reality and reality. Only Song Ciwan could see it with the help of his senses at this time.
As the lines moved, the caterpillar, which was so shriveled just now that it seemed to have completely lost its life, suddenly curled up and moved slightly.
Once, twice, three times...
The shriveled green insect unfolded its body and suddenly raised its tail in Song Ciwan's palm.
Then, the caterpillar began to spin silk!
One root, two roots, ten roots, a hundred roots... countless roots.
The caterpillar spins silk very fast, and Song Ciwan seems to be watching a wonderful and vivid real mime.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the caterpillar spun silk and completely enveloped itself.
Time speeds up like a caterpillar.
Of course, time doesn't actually speed up. Song Ciwan knew this very clearly. She is a master at using time. If time really accelerates, there is no way she won't be able to sense it.
The reason why this caterpillar spins silk and forms a cocoon so quickly is all because of the strange line that Song Ciwan just moved.
She just flicked it, without even providing any energy to the caterpillar, and the caterpillar suddenly burst out with powerful vitality.
It is this burst of vitality that prompts the caterpillar to suddenly spring up from the near-death state, and then quickly spin silk and spin cocoons.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, the cocoon in Song Ciwan's palm moved.
Card!
First, a little pointed tentacle poked out.
Then, there was a section of blue-gray wings, and after a while, the entire cocoon split open, and a green butterfly flew out.
The dying caterpillar emerges from its cocoon and becomes a butterfly, and it comes to life again!
In the whole process, Song Ciwan only provided a little help at the beginning.
Her one move seemed to flip a life switch!
The butterflies fluttered their wings and flew around Song Ciwan, dancing gracefully.
Song Ciwan's heart was up and down, and he became more and more certain that what he had seen before was definitely not an illusion.
Not only was that scene not an illusion, Song Ciwan even truly realized the existence of a certain kind of Tao from it.
Although she seemed to have missed the point at the time, even if she missed the point, she was still passing through those principles and principles at a certain moment, and realized some of the charm of the infinite avenue between heaven and earth.
What is the charm?
It's not time or space that she originally understood, but it should be...life!
It is the mystery of life and the miracle of life.
The green butterfly flew around Song Ciwan for several weeks, seeming to express his attachment.
Song Ciwan stretched out her hand, and the green butterfly paused slightly on her fingertips.
After a while, the blue butterfly flew up again, flying towards the dense branches and leaves of the old willow tree, and also flew towards the world where it should go.
The butterfly flew away, and Song Ciwan looked up. I saw the bright sun shining through the branches and leaves in the sky, and among the dots of light, several butterflies were flying around the light.
Song Ciwan couldn't help but have a smile on her face. It seemed that the caterpillar's emergence from the cocoon and its transformation into a butterfly was all due to her one move, but in fact it was not just because of her one move.
She thought she understood something about the way of life in the bronze fragments.
In the past, she named the art of annihilating time that she understood "Morning Dew", so today, she named her art of enlightening life "Broken Cocoon".
It’s great to break out of the cocoon.
Song Ciwan was smiling, and an indescribable emotion was slowly surging in her chest.
After taking a few breaths, she calmed down.
But looking at it now, the situation in the ancestral hall has changed again.
I saw that in the ancestral hall, the villagers who were originally tied to one side were let go at some point!
Not only were they let go, these villagers also surrounded the six-armed Huaisheng.
Although Huaisheng has six arms, he is extremely powerful and even seems to have learned some weird magical powers. However, cutting his wrists to bleed and feed his grandmother clearly damaged his body and vitality.
Therefore, Huaisheng, who was surrounded by the villagers at this moment, was anxious, confused, and even helpless.
This villager stretched out his hand and grabbed one of Huaisheng's arms, and that villager grabbed another arm, and then another villager grabbed another arm...
Even if Huai Sheng had six arms, they wouldn't be enough for these villagers.
The villagers were chattering and jostling each other, saying something to each other.
"Huaisheng, I hugged you when you were a child. I am your second aunt..."
"Huaisheng, you were not favored by your father at that time. Your stepmother teased you. Sometimes your grandma couldn't take care of you. When I was feeding your cousin Zhuzi, I often took you with me. By the way, I have to feed you a few mouthfuls of milk so that you can survive and grow as strong as you are now!"
"Huaisheng, your fifth uncle, I have never treated you badly. When you were a child, your stepmother beat you all over your body. You were hiding in a ditch and trembling. Why don't I carry it out for you and take it home! It was a big winter, snowy It can be three feet thick! If I didn't carry it home for you and asked your aunt to give you ginger soup, you would have died right then..."
"Huaisheng..."
"Huaisheng..."
Every sentence about Huai Sheng is an old story and a kindness.
Some of them are not even just one favor, but a continuous favor that can’t be explained and can’t be finished!
One after another, the villagers talked, pulled, pulled, crowded, and pushed. Finally, Huaisheng was held up again and could no longer make a sound or speak.
Then I don’t know who started, but suddenly a mouth stretched out and bit Huaisheng’s arm with a sharp bite!
laugh!
The strong arm was bitten open by the villagers' sharp teeth.
Gurgling blood flowed out, and the villagers immediately swallowed it with great joy.
Gudong Gudong——
But the gurgling sound stopped abruptly.
The villagers who had bitten their arms and sucked the blood did not rejoice for long, and were soon grabbed by the neck and pulled away by other people behind them.
"Ouch! Who the hell is that?"
The villagers who were pulled apart were naturally unwilling to accept it, so they shouted angrily.
But the villager who was filling the spot was not someone to be trifled with. After squeezing the man away, he immediately pounced on Huaisheng along the wound on his arm.
Gudong Gudong——
The villager who filled the spot sucked blood.
But immediately there were other villagers who followed up and pulled the villager who was filling the spot away...
In short, one person sucks the other person and comes again.
There were obviously only thirty villagers coming and going, but the pressure of these thirty people on Huaisheng seemed endless.
Huaisheng was still standing originally, but now he was squeezed and fell to the ground.
One after another, people are crowding forward and crowding out everyone around them.
People had restrained themselves before. Although they seemed to yell and fight with each other, after all, the villagers were even related to each other, so such yelling and fighting were restrained.
But I don’t know when.
Perhaps it was because the fifth uncle said: "Luo Shi, you seem to have squeezed in and drank five times, right? You can't just think that he is yours just because you nursed Huaisheng when you were a child, what about us?"
Luo Shi spat, but scolded back: "Bah! What the hell! You've only done it five times, I'm counting. I've only done it three times, so I'm the one who's at a loss!"
Then the villagers began to tell each other the number of times, which was incredible.
In some cases, it was five or six times; in some cases, it was only once or twice. Is it okay this time?
All things are not affected by scarcity but by inequality!
The villagers were noisy and noisy, and suddenly they turned from the current events to all kinds of old events.
Or the East family stole the West family’s chicken, or the North family stole a foot of land from the South family, or someone made fun of someone, or was mean to someone...
This is an incredible thing to say. There are so many grievances and grievances that it is almost impossible to count them all at once, and it is impossible to count them all.
Is this okay?
There is no other way but to fight!
So the villagers started fighting.
From this person punching that person, to that person pulling out another fistful of hair...
So, you kick my heart and I gouge your eyes. You hit him three times, and he pokes you in the nose...
What are the rules for villagers fighting? It’s just a free-for-all!
And the more the melee got into, the more ruthless it became.
Most of the villagers had drank Huaisheng's blood, and everyone's strength increased unknowingly.
As a result, blood flew everywhere during the fight, accompanied by screams.
Someone had his arms, legs, and ribs broken. collapsed……
The remaining people became more and more excited.
This one shouted: "Jing Laowu, you fucking die! It was you who pushed Huaisheng's mother, causing Huaisheng's mother to give birth prematurely. Now you are doing well, and you pretended to be a good person in front of Huaisheng. You Why do you have the face? Why don't you die?"
boom!
Jing Laowu was knocked to the ground, and dozens of teeth flew out.
The one shouted: "Luo Shi, you bitch, you have the nerve to say that you breastfed Huaisheng? Who tricked Huaisheng's mother into coming to the village? It's you!"
boom!
Roche also fell to the ground.
In the ancestral hall, there were dimly lit white candles. Huaisheng fell in a pool of blood, his face flickering in and out of focus under the candlelight.
But his heart was beating loudly and louder and louder.
In the sound, the bronze fragments seemed like living things.
