"Uncle Yang, if you say that, you'll be outside. Yang Zi and I have been good buddies since we were children in high school. I used to be busy with work and didn't have time to go home, and Yang Zi often went to see my mother. Now that Yang Zi is not here, of course I have to take care of the two of you. ”

"Here comes the dumplings." finally heard a hint of good news, and Mama Yang's face was also a little relieved, "Qiangzi, eat more." ”

"Alas, okay, thank you Aunt Yang." Hadron took the bowl and began to eat. Seeing Qiangzi, Yang's mother wiped her tears and said, "Qiangzi, you should also hurry up and find a partner." Your mother is alone and lonely. There are still more people at home. ”

"Alas. Alas. Zhu Qiang smiled awkwardly and said, "When you have a partner, you will definitely bring it over and give it to you." ”

Yang Fan, who was standing in front of the corridor, had already burst into tears and shouted, "Dad, Mom." I am back! He ran desperately towards the sight, only to find that no matter how he moved, it was as if he was spinning in circles.

Mother Yang stood at the window, staring at the night sky, and said blankly: "I don't know if Yang Zi has been doing well in the past two years?" Her eyes fixed on the night sky.

"Mom! I'm here and I'm back! Look at me. Yang Fan can clearly feel that he and his mother have been close for a long time, but they are like two trains that can never intersect, he is in this train, and his parents are in that train. He may see his parents in parallel, but he can't let them see him.

Yang Fan didn't know why he was on this corridor, and he didn't know why he was able to see his parents and strong son, who were 400 years away from him. However, when he tried to break through the corridor and run towards the other "train". Slowly, he found himself moving farther and farther away from that sight.

The mother's face became blurred.

He saw the village. I saw the whole land. Gradually, his consciousness began to blur. Gradually rising into the air, it seems to be floating in this galaxy.

Goodbye, Dad.

Goodbye, Mom.

Qiangzi, good brother, remember to take care of my parents.

He felt the cold, the piercing cold, the desperate cold.

Originally, when Yang Fan was in Linghe City, he gave up his family affection. After almost despair, it gradually faded away, and now the memories come to mind again, seeing his gradually aging parents, and hoping that he can go home, but he has already arrived in the Ming Dynasty, how can he go back?

He didn't know, so desperate.

The cold is even more pressing. There was a feeling of wanting to die, so his steps slowly stopped. In the end, I simply lay down on the promenade, anyway, no matter how I walked. I can't jump out of this corridor myself. So, why do you have to go on far-fetchedly?

Once people lose their faith, they become so decadent. Yang Fan curled up in the endless corridor. There was not a single sound in my ears. His eyes were closing, and he was clear. This closure may never be opened. But I still want to close my eyes. It seems that everything in heaven and earth has condensed in this space.

Yang Fan felt the cold. He is just an ordinary person, he can be cold and tired. His eyelashes and hair were frozen into ice crystals. The breath of death was approaching, and even he, in the face of real death, would be afraid. Although his eyes were closed, Yang Fan's pupils began to dilate, and he finally understood that what is not afraid of life and death, what sacrifices for righteousness, are all lies.

It's cold.

Yang Fan began to tremble, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, slowly, maybe it was too cold, so cold that even Yang Fan didn't want to move anymore, and he didn't even need to tremble. He just lay quietly.

When I die, no one will know, right? The devil knows that he will die in a corridor where he can't touch the north and south, and even he doesn't know why he is in such a corridor.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, he suddenly felt that this was not bad, at least, no one would think he was dead. He curled up in a ball, seemingly enjoying the final death sentence.

"Don't die!"

"Get up!"

"Hey, Brother Yang!"

Hiss.

He seemed to hear someone shouting. Su'er, it seems to be Su'er's voice.

"Su'er......" His purple lips trembled, and his body trembled slightly, stretching slightly. Yang Fan gradually regained consciousness and saw that glimmer of light. The whole corridor went dark, and he got up. He can't die like this, Su'er must be waiting for him somewhere. Since he can't go back, he is already unfilial, and he is sorry for the nurturing grace of his parents, so he can still work hard now, so as not to let those who are still waiting for others be disappointed and miserable.

He stood up and walked towards the light, gradually, he felt that it was no longer so cold, and the golden relic droplets in his body seemed to feed back more internal force, manifesting into two great emperors, and finally, there was a faint Buddha phantom manifested in Yang Fan's dantian, but it was very faint, very empty, and even the face could not be seen clearly.

Yang Fan heard Bu Laodao say that those who have the law in their bodies will be even more domineering after stepping into the innate nature. However, Yang Fan was not interested in inviting Da Luo Jin Xian or the Jade Emperor. He just wanted to get out of this endless corridor as soon as possible.

"Dad, Mom. I'm still alive, and you have to live well. Yang Fan looked at the void space and muttered. He felt the glimmer of light in front of him, and the corridor had come to an end. His body actually began to actinize. Yang Fan's eyes stared at the light curtain and walked forward.

The light curtain became dazzling, and he closed his eyes, his fingers merging into the light curtain. The whole person disappeared at the end of the corridor. Yang Fan felt that the whole person was frivolous, like a ball of gas, the withered golden lotus in his chest, and a snow lotus that was as clear as jade, were gradually merging at this moment. The withered golden lotus gradually stretched its bones.

The top of Kunlun Mountain, shining with golden rays. It was already dawn, the morning sun was rising, but it was not so dazzling, and the three people standing on the top of the mountain had a flash of surprise in their eyes.

"Standing after the break, if Master Yang can survive this hurdle, he will not be a fish in the pond." He touched his bald head, his face shocked. Seng Yizhu never liked others to touch his head, not only others, but also himself, only surprised to the depths, this hand unconsciously went to the head. When he was a young monk, he touched his head and smiled, but after experiencing great rights and wrongs, and after realizing everything, the monk didn't know how to laugh. Those who participate in Zen should abstain from hatred and greed, and abstain from joy and sorrow.

Somewhere tribes, nomads got up very early and moved pastures. On the grass beach in Qinghai, a tall yurt with a golden roof and a red tent is majestic. Mongolian Lin Dan Khan, only a catty? Lindan Batur, the 35th Great Khan of the Mongol Empire, is looking east at this moment. (To be continued......)