"Montanili, don't spew blood, my heartfelt understanding of the Divine Sect can be learned, the sun and the moon cannot increase it, and the mountains and rivers cannot reduce it!"

"Oh, yes, the Bishop would have asked where and what you did during the feast a year and two months ago, and how did you come to know the masked woman?"

"You...... Ask what this is about!"

The old man in red surnamed Long trembled slightly, pointed at Montanili's big withered hand and trembled slightly, and finally sighed, stopped talking, and sat back on the white wooden elephant chair in silence.

It seems that the two major factions within the kingdom of God that were divided because of their different doctrines were ultimately victorious on the question of how to deal with darkness.

As the red-clothed old man sat down, the figures of the blue-clothed deacon retreated silently from both sides of the main hall, and walked towards the several dark places perceived by the Divine Kingdom above the Eastern Regions.

The kingdom of God's definition of darkness is a debatable matter.

What exactly is light and what is darkness?

Is what is good in the eyes of the world is light, and what is bad is darkness...... Naturally, it won't be that simple judgment.

So, since the kingdom of God is light, is it natural that everything outside the kingdom of God is darkness?

It seems to be too absolute.

This is clearly not the case.

In order to truly understand the true meaning of darkness by Archbishop Montanili, it may be necessary to find a person who has lived in the kingdom of God for decades, and finally completely escaped from the control of light, only in this way can he enter into it, understand the darkness deeply beyond it, and truly express the exact meaning of 'darkness'.

But in the simplest sense, darkness is the dead.

Not the ordinary deceased, but the kind of deceased who 'died but did not die', that is, the kind of reincarnated person who fully retains the memories of the previous life.

Whether it's the memory of the previous life or the memory of the first hundred lives.

As long as there are memories of past lives, they are not allowed.

Because it's an act of transgression — an overstepping of God's authority.

......

......

In the dark night, the twinkling stars gradually extinguished a lot, and Mo Fan lay in the grass of the valley, looking up at the starry sky involuntarily.

Suddenly, he thought of a famous saying, which he remembered as a scholar named Kant, who had been circulated in the world: "There are two things in the world, and the more I think about them, the longer I think about them, the more they arouse my sense of wonder and seriousness that is always new and ever-increasing, and that things are the starry sky above my head and the moral law in my heart." ”

What will happen to the morality in his heart, Mo Fan has not yet felt it deeply, but the more he looks up at the starry sky in the sky, the more he can find its vastness and incomparably small compared to the human beings themselves.

This can't help but give people a sense of powerlessness.

What is in the sky?

What are those bright stars and full moons made of?

Someday, he can reach out and touch it?

Will Chang'e and Han Rabbit above the moon be more cute than those chubby rabbits of Gray Xiaonan and the rabbit clan......?

Countless questions filled his young mind, tangled and entangled, each of which seemed so difficult to answer.

The most important thing is that some things are not seen with your own eyes, even if what others say is conclusive, it is difficult to be truly convinced.

This is a very simple truth.

It's as easy to understand as when an aphorism becomes a rule.

What does it mean to have a pattern? Tell you that you are born to die, which is something that everyone knows.

What is more important is the process from birth to death, or vice versa, from death to life.

Mo Fan thought about these complicated things in confusion, and felt that when people lost their ability to move, their mental activities became more and more abundant.

The patient lying on the hospital bed will probably think the same thing.

Especially in the midst of the flourishing spring sunshine.

Although it is not spring at the moment, it is also worth keeping carefully.

Because there is an endless stream of clear spring water, it is really like Li Bai's 'Milky Way falls for nine days', pouring into the valley.

In the drifting moonlight, under the hazy starlight, a heavenly spring with a rumbling sound gradually came from far and near, like an undulating white wave cloud car, tumbling towards Mo Fan.

Above the sky, Mr. Donkey flew higher and higher, looking down at the surging heavenly spring water, and sighed: "This is really a fairy-like scenery." ”

In addition to the small fish and shrimp that are too rich in spiritual energy, there is also a giant whale that swoops across the waves for 3,000 miles.

The body, which originally stretched tens of thousands of miles, had shrunk nearly 10,000 times at this time, but in the eyes of an old donkey the size of an ordinary foal, it still looked like a giant thing with no end in sight.

On the side, the girl holding the jade flute in her hand had disappeared without a trace, and above the original direction, there was a huge blurred black shadow faintly, and in the sparse starlight, even the outline could not be seen.

The old donkey looked at it fixedly, and felt that what came into his eyes was like a large night curtain shaking in the darkness, hazy, trance, unable to see clearly, but at a certain moment it seemed extremely real.

At that moment, the huge figure seemed to be connected with the mountains.

Mo Fan, who was lying on the ground and had nothing to hide, was also watching this scene, perhaps because he had been looking around the valley for too long because he had nothing to do, or maybe because of the sun and moon dyeing of a certain sunglasses with missing legs several times, Mo Fan suddenly discovered a fact that even the old donkey, who had taken advantage of the location and looked down on the valley from above, did not find it.

The mountains that surrounded the valley suddenly had one more.

If there is a clear-eyed person in the south gate of Mangdang here, he should be able to find that there is one less giant demon in the sea.

The giant of the sacred mountain is gone.

The figure that could not cover the sky and the sun for a lifetime seemed to be completely hidden into darkness at this time, and was quietly swallowed up by the silent and silent mangdang in the dark night.

When he first came to the valley, Mo Fan wondered why there was a valley surrounded on all sides by such a mountain stream.

This is very strange, and even a little contrary to the principles of nature.

However, he understood the reason now.

From the beginning, there were no valleys, and all the mountains were formed by some kind of biological variation.

Something big and silent—the Giants of the Holy Mountain.

It's hard to imagine.

But what is even more difficult to imagine is what it will be like when countless mountains stand up and run.

That kind of magnificent scenery in the world, maybe it will be more charming against the silent night.

Mo Fan didn't know the answer to the question, and he couldn't imagine it at all, he just saw that in the silent dark night, countless strange peaks stood quietly around the sea of flowers and waves, tightly enclosing this out-of-this-world place.

It's like a faithful guard guarding the Imperial City.

The mountain breeze was cool, blowing the sea of flowers, and the splashes caused by the excessive surging waves had already floated in front of Mo Fan.

Hit the body bit by bit, and it was really cold.

His black robe can prevent sand, wind, and fire, but it can't protect against water.

Water that nourishes all things.

More and more splashes of water continued to penetrate into the gaps in his sleeve robe, gradually infiltrating the surface of his skin, and the wet placket was like a tissue paper sticking to his body.

It's cool, it's a little itchy, but there's no way to scratch it.

This feeling is particularly uncomfortable.

Mo Fan remembered the water droplets that splashed on his face when he cut his hair in Lin Village, it was like this, it was itchy and cold, but he couldn't get rid of it, he could only feel its trajectory, and let it slowly slide down from his cheeks.

The sea water composed of the Divine Bell Spring gradually overflowed.

On the side, the jade fence, which had been about to fly up from the moment I heard the sound of the tide, was covered by a black shadow like a mountain, and then fell far into the center of the sea of flowers.

In the late autumn of that year, the flowers were in full bloom, and the woman couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing in the night.

All in all beautiful.

The kind of beauty that is deeply imprinted in the boy's heart.

It's not thrilling, but it's coming and going, and it's gone for a long time.

The young man suddenly thought of something, and felt that he should think of it at this moment, a sentence that he had to remember, but he couldn't recall it clearly.

Maybe it's because that's not his memory.

There is also a deep sea in the spiritual platform, and under the endless deep sea, there is a mysterious consciousness that has been hidden for a long time.

Through the pitch-black seawater, he looked at the sword qi on the sea and the seven-tailed two-winged fish in the sea from afar, thinking that what he was in was a spiritual platform, not a real realm, no matter when the sun rose and the moon set and time changed.

Since the girl said resolutely: "Mo Fan, I have entered the reincarnation path, and I am here to find you, in the next thousand years, when will you find out that the woman who is smiling the happiest next to me is me?"

How many years have passed since then?

The mountains and rivers are not the same, and the old people are even more sparse.

Only this spirit fish in the sea seems to have never changed in the slightest.

It's just that at this time, there was a touch of longing in its smart eyes.

There are whales in the mountains.

Giant fish have always been interested in fish-like creatures, just like the fish transformed by the spirit seal between the mountain cliffs in the past.

In the outside world, the turbulent sea finally swallowed the girl in the independent sea of flowers, and together with the small wooden house in the distance, the entire valley was drowned in darkness and coldness.

There was no squeezing, no light, no sound.

Everything seemed so isolated, as if in an instant it had been thrown into a black hole and entered another world.

Everything in the world seems illusory.

The only constant is the great crisis between life and death.

There are giant whales swimming around in the deep sea, which may be a temptation for the big fish in the Lingtai, but for Mo Fan, it is definitely not good news.

For some reason, the whale seemed to sense Mo Fan's existence from thousands of meters away, and followed the tide with a majestic body and swooped down on the boy.

The mouth of the blood basin covered with whiskers and teeth opened wider and wider, and from Mo Fan's line of sight, only a black hole rushed towards him, and inside the black hole was the deepest darkness in the world.