Lantern Festival.

It is another day of reunion, and the night fireworks in the human world are everywhere, decorating the whole night with colorful colors.

It stood at the top of the pagoda, looking at the noisy human world, and a little desolation flashed in its eyes.

This is the human world? This is the filthy human world in the mouths of those immortals? But for some reason, it felt that this place was far more beautiful than the divine realm that everyone in the world longed for.

Such a beautiful place, such a wonderful life...... But I ...... But you can only watch it from a distance, and you will never be able to blend into it.

"Amitabha, the poor monk took the liberty to disturb, I don't know what to do, you lament this."

This monk can see himself?

It floated to the ground, and Pan Huan looked at him with some curiosity around the monk.

"Although the human world is beautiful and happy, there is also suffering. It's better to leave than to leave here. ”

"Bitter?"

"The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, and can't let go."

"Monk, I don't understand what you said. I just think it's good here, I really want to stay here, feel the world well, you can cry, you can laugh, you can have friends, relatives, just like them, just like you. It's just that...... This qiē is simply impossible to ......"

"Can't...... What can't be ......?"

"If you can't, you can't, monk, if you can see me, you should know what I am? Such a thing has never happened since Pangu opened the world. ”

"There has never been, but that doesn't mean there will never be." Life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change. 'You already have the mind and consciousness of **, you are already the wonder of the Six Realms, how can you not create another miracle?' ”

"It's so strange that you monk, just now you said that life is very hard, and you don't want me to be an adult, but now you have said such things to me."

"The poor monk is just a reminder, but he never has the intention of stopping it."

"It's just...... Monk...... Is there really so much pain in the human world? Is there no way not to make people miserable? ”

"Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, if they do not move, they do not hurt, if the heart moves, people move in vain, hurt their bodies and hurt their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world."

Hearing the monk's words, it suddenly remembered the vague but extremely familiar figure in its memory, its heart was moving, it was reckless, it hurt to the bones and to the heart, it couldn't begg, it couldn't let go, it hurt to the extreme...... How did she survive after all this time?

I don't know when it started, all the previous memories began to become blurry, tens of millions of years of time, he had forgotten too many things, and all he could remember was a few approximately.

"It seems...... Before you have become a human form, you have already acted recklessly. ”

"So what? If you move, you hurt, you are really alive. I think...... I can love others, and there are people who love, hurt, or hurt...... I want to know...... What kind of feeling is that can make both sides so crazy with no consequences. ”

"That's why the donor is so obsessed?"

Donor...... It was a little surprised to hear this name, and even more delighted, and the originally ethereal figure gradually turned into a vague human form.

"Hmm!"

"But does the donor know what he has forgotten, and what are those who have appeared in his life?"

"I don't know, I can't remember, I just know, no regrets."

"Okay, okay...... And so it becomes...... The poor monk only hopes that the donor can understand a question, who is this obsession for? And for what? ”

The monk walked away slowly, leaving "him" alone.

He didn't understand the meaning of his last sentence, but after tens of thousands of years of waiting, he still managed to possess the Three Souls and Seven Spirits and successfully entered the reincarnation. Just as the monk said, "Life is like one's own making".

It's another late spring, and the human world has long since passed an unknown number of spring and autumn.

Reincarnated again and again, he had long forgotten everything, the joys, sorrows, joys, loves and hates at that time, the obsession, the her, and the vague shadow. Now he's just an ordinary speaker.

On this day, he was talking about the book "Six Realms Fengyunlu" in the teahouse as always, but he saw a man and a woman standing quietly behind all the listeners, he looked hard, obviously not very far away, but he could never see the faces of the two people clearly, they stood there nestled against each other. Just looking at it makes people feel envious.

For some reason, his heart moved, and a trace of warmth and a trace of sadness slowly crossed.

"From that day on, the Six Realms lived in peace with each other, and there was peace and tranquility. There is no longer the lonely princess guarding the starry divine tree in the Nine Heavens, and the Phoenix Valley is also missing the peerless, cold and ruthless Phoenix Emperor Zeran. It's just that next to the Heavenly Pillar of Buzhou Mountain, in addition to the Xi Niang who guarded the Heavenly Pillar, there was another silver-haired and blue-clothed painter, who used his pen to draw all the living beings in the Six Realms on it, but he could not draw a stroke of that person. Legend has it that someone went there and saw him there, and the man asked him for a painting with a seal that read 'I Chang'an'. The storyteller snapped and closed the fan, and the people in the hall who were watching and listening to it smiled lightly, "This is all the content of this "Legend of the Six Realms", it is not early, everyone is scattered." ”

He closed the fan and walked quickly outside the house, looking at the two figures who were slowly moving away, and his eyes shone with bright starlight.

Finally...... That's it......

He smiled, turned around and went back inside.

Today, the obsession has long since disappeared, and this hatred has nothing to do with me, I just wish that Changfeng will accompany me for thousands of miles.