Dongluo put the futon into the Sumeru and gradually ascended along the steps.

The second layer is very different from the first.

The second floor stepped out one step at a time, and what greeted your eyes was not the blue sea and blue sky, but the mountains and rocks, the grass and trees were verdant, and everything was wanton.

Dongluo gently stepped on the soft grass, and there was a sound of grass and trees breaking under his feet, tickling.

It's very numb and very comfortable.

Dongluo really wants to sleep beautifully on this soft grass, under the warm sun of Hexu, and in the breeze with the fragrance of earth and flowers.

When I wake up, I open my eyes and look at the distant mountains and rivers, green trees and red flowers.

As for sleeping, it is to see what you dream about.

I don't force it.

However, since the experience of the first layer, he did not dare to take the second layer lightly. Not to mention sleeping, now he even walks cautiously with every step forward. For fear that if you are not careful, you will step into the illusion like the blue sea and blue sky.

Even now, Dongluo still remembers and empathizes with what happened on that sea.

As the whale fell, he found that his state of mind and soul seemed to be shattered at that moment, and he was old for a moment.

When he lay on the back of the whale and said the answer softly to the void, it seemed that it was not his momentary strength that was consumed, but the spirit of his life.

And in the dimly lit room on the first floor, he felt that some strange emotion in his heart seemed to be infinitely magnified by this tower, so large that it instantly washed away his reason, making him furious, irritable, and restless.

Even now, it's scary to think about it.

If it weren't for the fact that at the critical moment, there was an internal qi in his meridians that swam by, bringing him a cool feeling and helping him ease the violent qi in his heart, maybe he hadn't really calmed down now, and he was still hovering on the first layer, at a loss.

All the way forward, the mountains are high and the water is deep, and the world is silent.

After walking through the grassland, you will be greeted by green mountains.

On the top of the mountain, there is a vigorous green pine tree that grows arrogantly against the mountain wind, and the only few remaining branches of the dragon crisscross out of the cliff, inheriting the natural rain, dew, wind and frost.

Dongluo found a stone at random under the old pine and sat down and began to watch the sunset.

This was already the third sunset he had watched on the second floor.

It means that this is the third day that he has been on the second floor, but he still hasn't found his way to the third layer.

Most of the places below the mountain have been darkened, and Dongluo will sit on the stones in a daze.

Silently thinking about every step he has walked before, every scenery he has seen, and every detail that he may have overlooked.

These could all be the keys to his path to the third level.

As Xue Yurou said, people's hearts cannot withstand scrutiny, but they are also the most worthy of scrutiny.

The tower seemed to be asking his heart every step of the way, but he didn't dare to ask his own heart.

When he killed one person to save tens of millions of people before, he could decisively choose to kill, but when the person he wanted to kill was him, he hesitated.

This question is not just asking the heart, it is simply condemning the heart.

Just ask, who in the world is not concerned with himself, hanging high, as long as the needle is not pierced on his body, it will not hurt, as for where and when the needle is finally pierced on whom, then it doesn't matter.

Cultivators on the mountain, everyone is in danger, as long as it is a matter of dead friends and not dead poor people, why not do it.

If other people are faced with the problem of killing one person and saving hundreds, tens of millions, or tens of thousands, most of them will kill them. But when the person to be killed is themselves, then they must choose not to kill.

Because the needle was really pierced into their bodies, they knew the pain.

The next time such a person makes such a choice, he may give a different answer.

As for who is right and who is wrong with the two answers, it is really difficult to define whether the two people are familiar with each other.

It can only be said that the heart is different, and the result is different!

Suddenly, he looked back down the mountain.

Someone is climbing.

Someone is holding a bamboo cane and wearing sandals on the mountain.

Because the sky is about to darken, Dongluo can't see the appearance of the person who comes.

The people who come are not in a hurry, not slow, not fast or slow.

The crisp sound of the bamboo cane in his hand tapping on the mountain rocks is like a cheerful stream flowing out of the mountain stream, which is extremely relaxed and cheerful.

But Dongluo's heart is not easy at all.

If you don't know between friend and foe, how can you be easy.

In this secret realm where death is said to be death, there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

With the speed of the human, if nothing else, he could just reach the top of the mountain before the sun set.

As the people got closer and closer, Dongluo's face changed instantly, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

The person who came leaned the bamboo cane in his hand on a mountain rock, put his hands behind his back, stood and looked at the sunset that was about to set in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." ”

The inner turmoil of Dongluo is not much worse than the first layer.

Because when the visitor reached the top of the mountain, he finally saw the appearance of the person who came.

Someone he could never imagine.

Dongluo got up and looked at the visitor vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The person who came didn't speak, but just looked at the slanting sun grass in the distance with an obsessive expression.

The slender body is bathed in the last light of the sky, and it is extremely sacred.

Dongluo raised his voice again and asked, Who are you?

The visitor finally came back to his senses, looked at Dongluo and smiled gently: "Who am you, you ask? Can't you see? I'm you! So, who are you!"

"Who am I?" Dongluo muttered before yelling at the visitor, "I am who the are you, and why do you look exactly like me." ”

As if he had heard the best joke in the world, he laughed directly, "Are you really you?"

The person who came picked a rock and sat down, and sneered: "Why do I look exactly like you, not that you look exactly like me?"

Dongluo was speechless.

This young man, who looked exactly like himself, asked two questions in a row, and Dongluo was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Is he still himself?

He didn't know how to answer that question.

So someone isn't himself?

Why do other people look the same as you, not yourself?

Just because of their own subjective consciousness, preconceived ideas.

So if someone else looks like you, isn't you like someone else?

There is no such reason in the world!

Oh, yes!

Who am I?

Dongluo's eyes suddenly became a little cloudy.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

Who am I? Who am I? Who have I become? Who has become me?

This question is too heavy for the winter fall of the two worlds.

He was directly confused.

The scene on the top of the mountain suddenly became strange.

Two teenagers with the same appearance, one sits and one stands, standing like a pine on the Tingting Mountain, and sitting like an ancient pine under the stone.

The mountain wind blows, and the pine waves gust.

Like the murmur of a whisper, like the breeze of willows.

The young man who was sitting didn't say a word, just looked greedily at the slanting sun in the distance, and refused to let go of it.

The boy standing there looked crazy and muttered, asking who am I? Who am I?

The distant mountains gradually turned the color of green and daisy, and became hazy. The sun began to slide down.

The young man who was standing suddenly spoke, "I remember when I was a child in Weicheng Private School, my husband once asked all of us Mengtong a question. ”

The young man who was sitting slightly moved his eyes away from the sunset in the distant mountains and the grass and listened attentively.

The young man who was standing continued: "Sir asked, when you grow up, do you want to be a general who gallops across the battlefield like Li Duwei! or a businessman with a lot of money like a shopkeeper, or a sour and rotten ......old Confucian like Mr. and me."

The young man who was standing had a low voice, "Mr. asked one by one, some people said that he wanted to be a chivalrous man who grew up to hoe the strong and help the weak, some people said that he wanted to be a horse bandit who came and went without a trace when he grew up, and some people said that he wanted to be a dog when he grew up." Their answers are all strange, varied, and different. ”

"I remember that my husband looked at them very calmly and calmly, that is, he did not have the honor of being a chivalrous man who grew up to be a hoe and help the weak, nor was he angry because the student grew up to be a horse bandit who came and went without a trace, and he did not scold him because of the strange idea that the student wanted to be a dog. In his eyes, it seems that everyone has a reason for what everyone wants to be, and they are all right, and Mr. will give them the most sincere blessings one by one, let them work hard, and say that they will succeed. ”

"But when my husband asked me, I said why should we be like everyone else, and not just ourselves. So I told my husband that I was going to be myself when I grew up. I saw the disappointment in my husband's eyes, and I heard the ridicule of my classmates. Sir didn't tell me you'd make it, he just told me to sit down!"

"I sat down, and my table mates and classmates all said I was wrong, and they told me that when you grow up, you have to be something. For example, a man will be a father when he grows up, and a woman will be a mother when she grows up, and no one can always be himself. ”

"I've never understood that it's right for a person to want to be a horse bandit, and it's right to want to be a dog. When a person wants to be himself, why is it wrong? What is wrong? No one tells me. The gentleman didn't say it, he just said that I was wrong, and my classmates didn't say it, because they couldn't say it. Then I went and asked my father if I was wrong, and he was the only one who said I wasn't wrong. ”

"I ran back to tell my husband that there was nothing wrong with being myself when I grew up, and I remember that it was the first time that my husband used a ring ruler to pull my hand, and it hurt, but I still thought I was not wrong. ”

Dongluo's eyes were still blank, but there was a smile between his expressions, "When I was young, I was really stubborn, I only admit death, as long as I think it is right, then he is not wrong, even if it is really wrong, it is not wrong." If it were me now, even if it was to suffer fewer corpses and listen to some ridicule, I would also admit with a clear conscience that I was wrong. When a person grows up, he can do whatever he wants, but he can't be himself. It's true that the older you get, the more different your heart becomes. ”

Dongluo's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and he turned his head to look at a mountain rock beside him, and there was no one on the mountain rock.

Dongluo whispered to the empty rocks, "You ask me who I am, of course I am myself!

Winter fell on the rock in front of him and sat down, following the appearance of the previous person greedily looking at the sunset that had already fallen for most of the time, "Because of so many years of traveling from south to north and stumbling, I have never changed my appearance." ”

"I am who I am, I don't need to be anybody, I'm not going to be anybody, I'm just going to be myself. ”

"So, I don't need to be like anybody. ”

"Even if my husband sees me now, I still tell him that I'm not wrong. ”

"Sir, do you have an answer to the question I asked back then?"

Dongluo lay on his back on the rocks and muttered softly.

He fell asleep on his back.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and he doesn't know what he dreamed of?

I don't know what I saw in my dreams?

Look at him smiling so sweetly.

It must have been a dream!

......

......

Above the sea of clouds, a transparent figure closed its eyes tightly, its body trembled slightly, and it smashed the cloud curtain in front of him.

"Mo Jia, go and wake up the Lingyun Tower's machine spirit and ask him to stop that young man's path of conscience immediately. I'm going to go out of this small world, and before I come back, other people's assessments are still the same, his ...... Stop first. The transparent figure changed its previous calmness, and its expression became extremely solemn.

Mo Jia hurriedly asked, "Giant, but what's wrong?"

The transparent figure nodded, "I did a little bit of tricks on that young man's two journeys of inquiry, but he spent them all perfectly. I found from him that there were too many eyes staring at him, that he was involved in too much cause and effect, and if his mood fluctuated too much, it would inevitably attract the attention of those who were secretly playing on him, which would only do him more harm than good. I saw a big game of chess from him, in this game of chess, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and other hundreds of schools of thought have already entered the game, because my Mo family because the choice made for the world can not and will not enter the game in advance, so I want to go out to find the person who played chess behind him, and take my Mo family out of this chessboard. Now, it's not yet time for my Mo family to play. Playing out indiscriminately at this moment will only disrupt the layout of the chess player. ”

It was about the choice that was related to the people of the world back then, and Mo Jia, who knew some of the inside stories, no longer asked more, nor did he dare to ask more, but said directly: "What should I do after I stop asking?"

The transparent figure pondered for a moment and then said, "Asking power is not asking the heart. My Mo family has delayed him for too much time, and he can't delay it any longer, otherwise the gains will outweigh the losses. You personally went to the Dragon Gate Secret Realm to catch the demon beast to let him experience the battle of life and death, sharpen his physical body, and push his martial arts cultivation to the pinnacle that mortals can achieve as soon as possible. Let the game in his body go on perfectly, at least not to be the first to collapse in the battle between fire and water. ”

The cloud curtain hung low, and the transparent figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Mo Jia watched the transparent figure go away, stood in the clouds and snapped his fingers, and said loudly, "Lingyun, get up." ”

A pink cloud floated over in the distance, and on top of the cloud lay a two-year-old white, white, chubby, pink and tender little boy, who was sleeping soundly.

Mo Jia chuckled, grabbed the little boy's ear and said, "Little Lingyun, if you don't get up again, your Lingyun Tower will collapse." ”

The little boy danced and said in a daze: "I can't afford to collapse." Mojia, I said that I would sleep for a thousand years and accompany you to watch the sunset over the sea of clouds for a day. You bastard, it's only been so many years that you've woken me up. You don't ...... Righteousness. ”

As he spoke, the boy's voice weakened, and then a snoring began.

The little boy threw it in his hand into the pink clouds, and the little boy fluttered like a ball a few times, and then there was no sound.

With a slight wave of his hand, Mo Jia sat on a chair that had been tumbled by a sea of clouds, and said with Erlang's legs crossed: "The old man just told me, Lingyun, this little guy!"

The little boy in the pink clouds was wearing a small pink belly pocket, and immediately jumped up from the clouds, jumped in front of the Mo family in one step, stood on his upturned Erlang's legs, and said with burning eyes: "Juzi, what did he say about me?

Mo Jia didn't speak, rubbed his right shoulder with his left hand and said, "Alas! this is a big age! I've been feeling back pain lately, and I don't know what's going on? ”

The little boy snorted coldly, "Don't you say that I asked for it, find it and ask yourself." ”

Mojia closed his eyes and was silent.

The little boy saw that Mojia ignored him, pursed his lips, glared at Mojia fiercely, and shot directly into the sea of clouds.

The little boy was extremely fast, and a long pink line immediately appeared in the snow-white sea of clouds.

"Giant, where are you!" the little boy's roar resounded in the sky.

"Is it hidden in this cloud?"

"It's not this one, then it's definitely this one. ”

“......”

The originally dead and calm sea of clouds instantly rolled and swirled.

The little boy fell behind Mo Jia with some despair, raised his pink fist and punched Mo Jia's shoulder.

The sound was as loud as the drums of God-men.

Some people who have just entered the Mo family and are secretly hiding under the sea of clouds and are struggling to seek opportunities, looking at the ground like an ox plowing and listening to the roaring thunder in the sky, their hearts are extremely complicated.

Mo Jia didn't seem to feel any pain, "The giant said, let you stop the path of asking that kid, and don't let his mood fluctuate too much." As for why, don't ask. ”

The little boy sighed, as the instrument spirit of Lingyun Tower, he naturally saw the young man lying on the Panasonic Stone and dreaming at a glance.

I couldn't help but have a clear eye.

It's a good thing that they all love to sleep.

I like it.

However, he quickly came back to his senses, and thrashed more and more hard, "Brother Mojia, Ancestor Mojia, you see that I work so hard to help you beat your back, will you tell me what the giant son told you about me as soon as you are happy, right?"

Mo Jia turned his head to look at the tired little boy who was panting like a cow and said, "Little Lingyun, tell me what that kid went through in the first two layers?" ”

The little boy snorted coldly, "If you don't say it, you won't say it, I don't know if I'm a high-ranking merit treasure! That kind of immoral thing to do that kind of snooping on other people's privacy is not good." ”

After finishing speaking, the little boy's eyes suddenly widened, and his golden pupils suddenly stared at the boy sleeping on the Panasonic Stone.

Just after glaring, he screamed and rolled on the ground.

Mo Jia hurriedly stood up, hugged the little boy and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The little boy said incoherently: "Fire, fire, his body is full of red lotus karmic fire, which stabs my eyes so painfully." I can't see his heart. ”

Mo Jia's big hand hurriedly swept over his eyes, and a cool feeling sank into his pupils, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't look at it anymore." ”

The little boy's eyes flowed with tears and said, "But I don't look at it, you don't tell me what the giant said about me." ”

Mo Jia said directly: "The giant said, you are the cutest one in the Nine Great Town Palaces. In fact, he cares most about you. ”

The little boy stopped rolling, wiped the tears on his face with his chubby hand, and said slyly, "Really!"

Mo Jia knew that he had been deceived again, kicked the little boy's buttocks, and laughed angrily: "Leave you!"

The little boy spread his hands slightly, and rose into the sky like a toad, and shouted happily, "Fly!"

Mo Jia looked at the long pink line that disappeared into the sea of clouds, smiled, and flew towards the Mo family's secret vault.

He still has to complete the explanation of the Mo family giant.

It's like guarding this sea of clouds lonely for tens of thousands of years.

The hope is turbulent like a stormy wave, and the wind shakes the tide of the sea.

The sea of clouds is beautiful.

He is willing to keep guarding it without regrets.