Qujiu chants to the bright moon, and the bright moon shines on the pale people.
Dots of swaying are blowing in the world, but in this vast and cold world, there is no one to speak in this long river...
For nine days and ten places, there was silence in the desolation.
The book of life and death is floating in the sky, turning over the last white page...
But on the white paper, there were only a few names left.
This is an extremely long history.
In this period of history, there are only a few words written... That transcendent woman waited for everyone to die in the third heaven, and then was sent into the long river!
This is true for those who are not familiar with Su Mo, or who are familiar with him.
There is no longer a long river in the third heaven to light up the lamp, and the wind with the power of "annihilation" from the other side blows into the world, constantly consuming everything in the world.
The endless borders surrounding the entire human world were destroyed, collapsed, and turned into nothingness.
After the "Ming Mie" wind blew through the border pass, it blew into the pass again.
The endless peach blossoms in the pass withered and the fragrance of the flowers dispersed...
The 'Immortal Statue' that no one worshiped in the world also turned into dust in the 'annihilation'.
I don’t know how many years have passed...
It seems like a thousand years, but it also seems like tens of thousands of years!
Su Mo can no longer remember many things that happened in the past...
The world on earth, like the other 'wild world' that once existed outside the Pass, has turned into a dead land of nothingness!
The human world was destroyed, but the wind from the other side of the long river continued to blow into the fairyland!
"Amitabha......"
On a vast mountain, in front of a stone gate, a twilight old monk looked at the fairyland that was gradually dying. He clasped his hands and looked up at the sky.
"But being able to have no intention is the ultimate goal. If you don't have no intention, you will practice for many eons and you will never achieve enlightenment..."
"My little friend... have you really seen the truth of this world?"
The old monk's words were very soft, as if they were carrying the floating Buddha's clothes, passing through layers of barriers and resounding in the world...
Su Mo, who was above the realm gate, seemed to be looking at the long river at his feet, with an indescribable confusion in his eyes.
the truth?
Su Jingyan, who was in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, also looked up at the sky, as if he could also hear Huikong's words...
Su Mo, the divine body under the realm gate, slowly squatted down and raised his hand to tap lightly in the long river.
"What is the truth?"
The sky in the Immortal Realm melted like ink, and the ten thousand-foot-long body seemed to be towering over the heaven and earth, falling into the eyes of the old monk.
The old monk looked at the tall body reflected in the sky and gently shook his head: "My little friend should have known about it a long time ago... Xumi Suspicious Pure Terrace."
"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror......"
"The answer has always been there, but I just don't want to believe it!"
The old monk sighed deeply and slowly turned around and walked towards the stone door.
Heading towards the River of Forgetfulness...
"Reincarnation is like a book...all the people in this world are just people in the book..."
The true meaning of Zen is inherently illusory, with inexplicable Buddhist principles, and I want to forget the world. But he didn’t know whether it was heaven and earth he was going to, or it was just the words heaven and earth showed him.
"Reincarnation is like a book, it will eventually end!"
"My little friend wants to create a new reincarnation. With your understanding, how can you not understand... that new reincarnation..."
"...It's just that the reader doesn't want this book to end, so he goes back and reads it again?"
Su Mo suddenly seemed to be in a dream, turned his head desolately, and said nothing for a long time.
Until the old monk walked through the River of Forgetfulness, he still did not come out of the old monk's words...
The fairyland is empty, and the old monk is the last person in the fairyland to enter the River of Forgetfulness.
In the past countless years, everyone has been sent to Wangchuan one by one by the goddess according to Su Mo's entrustment!
The goddess watched the old monk walk into the River of Forgetfulness, turned to look at the empty world, and remained silent for a long time.
Now, there are only five people left in this vast world!
There was Su Jingyan who was in Jiutian, and Su Mo who was under the Realm Gate.
A goddess, Xiao Yueyue, and Rouyun.
"Reincarnation is like a book..."
"I just watched it from the beginning..." The goddess silently recited the old monk's words before crossing the River of Forgetfulness. There seemed to be a scene in her distant and misty memory that she had never seen before. ...
It was like an ink mark that did not belong to this reincarnation, painted on her soul like a white paper!
The scene before me seemed familiar!
As if she suddenly remembered something, she suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the world...
...Looking at the white clothes!
Xiao Yueyue looked a little painful and covered her head, muttering silently: "Su... Su... Su..."
It seems that in Xiao Yueyue's mouth, the last two words can never be pronounced!
But it seems that he can blurt it out at any time...
Rouyun, who had always been gentle, turned a little pale in an instant, as if she saw the despair that enveloped everyone!
She thought of the... flower of the other shore that the ancestral source transformed into after the collapse of the ancestral elephant world!
A tear fell from her eyes, and she looked up blankly at the white clothes reflecting under the boundary gate...
"Eternal Life...Reincarnation..."
...
Su Jingyan, who was in a state of despair, withdrew his eyes from looking at Huanyu and leaned against a tombstone in a trance with a lonely expression.
The cool breeze blew by, bringing with it the lingering regret and the desolation of the world.
Another scholar in white seemed to appear in front of Su Jingyan...
The scholar in white walked up to Su Jingyan with a somewhat forlorn look and sighed: "Actually, what the old monk said is right."
Su Jingyan shook his head: "I know..."
The scholar in white walked to Su Mo's side and sat down slowly, leaning against the somewhat dilapidated tombstone.
The tombstone seems to have been baptized by wind and frost, and the words on it have long been blurred.
"Reincarnation is like a book, everything in the book has already been written..."
"Those encounters and separations...are all born from cause and effect!"
The scholar looked at Su Jingyan with a wry smile and sighed deeply, as if he could not unravel the established cause and effect...
"Reincarnation is like a book, but the book will eventually come to an end, so why hold on to it?"
Su Jingyan shook his head and leaned against the stone tablet to look at the lonely world and the dozen dry graves behind him.
"I can't let it go."
The scholar asked helplessly: "So what if I can't put it down? What's the point of reading it again?"
"You clearly know that nothing will change in the new reincarnation..."
will not change?
will not change!
Those experiences are accompanied by inevitable cause and effect, and they have changed... Those who enter a new reincarnation are no longer the same people.
"Just like a little girl, her birth is accompanied by countless chances and coincidences..." The scholar sighed lifelessly.
"If in the new reincarnation, you change the cause and effect of Chengxi, there will be no more little girl..."
Su Jingyan's eyes dimmed slightly and he lowered his head silently.
The words of the scholar in white were like a sharp knife, scraping away the scars in Su Jingyan's heart that he had long been aware of but did not want to face...
"If there had been no massacre in the west of the city, Tongtong would not have died, and Prince Ying and his wife would not have been bound to you."
"Nothing will happen in the future, and naturally there will be no more little girl..."
"Even if they gave birth to a second daughter in another scene, so what?"
"...That girl will never be a little girl again!"
