Volume 5 A Thousand Miles of Smoke and Waves No Return Period 191 White geese fly like snow in autumn

When the monk heard the past being the future, he suddenly trembled, held his head in his hands, and asked himself, "Who am I?"

Chunzhi couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to comfort, but who knew that the monk raised his head, and when he looked at it, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back: "What, why are you?"

It turned out that the monk's face was exactly the same as that of the monk!

The monk and the monk looked at each other. Ushiki was so shocked that her mind went blank. I didn't say a word for a long time. The monk didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The fog rose again, the monk's face became more and more blurred, and he sat on the ground, thinking for a long time, and when he raised his head, the monk had long since disappeared, and his heart said Am I dreaming? Thinking of the monk's face that is exactly the same as himself, his mind flashed, and he suddenly understood: The person who can cross himself is himself.

Thinking of this, if a person can only cross by himself, then can he get out of this streamer by himself?

Thinking of this, I felt thirsty again, and vaguely knew that I was getting closer and closer to the truth, so I got up and ran to the river to drink water, which was very clear and calm at first, but as I got closer and closer, it slowly rushed up, faster and faster, and the sound became louder and louder, and there seemed to be many things floating in the water. The more surprised she became, the closer she walked, the clearer she could see, there seemed to be many faces in the river, and the sound of the river flowing and rushing became louder and louder.

"As the saying goes, a streamer is like water. If the river is a streamer, how should it be crossed? Where should it go?"

The faces of those people had been blurry and indistinct, but they were bustling together, going down the river and not moving forward. Ushiyuki seemed to realize something, but he felt unclear, and involuntarily walked forward in the direction of the current.

I don't know how long I walked, but the river kept going forward, endlessly, and I don't know how long it was. He was extremely thirsty, but because there seemed to be people in the river all the time, he didn't dare to drink it anymore. The road stretches endlessly, and there is no sun or moon in the sky, and the heavens and the earth are always bright.

I don't know how long it took, but she found that there was a red flower on the bare roadside, and there were only a few flowers at first, but after a long time, more and more, more and more crowded, and even the path was gradually paved, and the whole road was red, reflecting the river water. Usuzhi accidentally stepped on it, and the flower stabbed on the soles of her feet with a soft sound, and the soles of Uruzhi's shoes were stained with red flower juice.

Usuzhi stopped and looked ahead, there was still no end in the distance, the river was rushing forward, and Ushizhi was extremely tired, and couldn't help but sit down.

The red flowers were so prosperous that there was no place to sit on the ground, so she carefully opened a few flowers and sat down.

Ushizhi lowered his head to look at the flowers, which had flowers and no leaves, the petals were inverted lanceolate, curled backwards, the flowers had no fragrance, and there was a very strange smell that had never been smelled before, which made people want to sleep when they smelled it.

Chunzhi hadn't slept for a long time, and he hadn't been sleepy since he drank Tiansheng water, until he exhausted his internal strength to help Wang Yan expel poison, and then he was not sleepy again, until now. The smell was dizzy, and she remembered many, many things, from small to large, one by one very clear, and she shed tears, more and more tears, and as soon as the tears fell into the soil, they disappeared. After a while, a buzzing sound sounded in Ulva's ears, not bees, like countless whispering human voices. Puzzled, she looked down and saw that the voices were coming from the roots of the flowers.

Could it be that there are countless people down here?

Thinking about it, she slowly pulled up a flower.