I don't know when it died, or what the world looked like when it was dying, everything became a question.

The butterfly looked at it, very sad, and stayed at the edge of the fish tank for a long time, thinking, it actually accompanied itself for more than two years, how difficult it was, in the past two years, it has faced death countless times, and it has survived tenaciously, and it turned out that it was difficult to escape in the end. It's just that this death is a little strange. It's a bit of a different dimension of sadness.

How frightened and desperate should people be if they knew that their life was actually a game of another dimension?

The butterfly suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

The life of this fish is a tragedy of another dimension. So it ended up choosing death.

The butterfly scooped it out of the water with trembling hands, it was so soft, so weak, so helpless, so paradoxical, its life of pale and powerless struggle, wasn't it the life of everyone who walked in this world? God, or perhaps the Almighty, is sitting in some empty supreme realm beyond the universe in time and space, in an eternal, overlooking this great fishbowl.

Every day, he is very experienced, very elegant, very indifferent, very rational, very impassive looking at the vast number of beings in the fish tank, how to run, run, laugh, cry, and be obsessed, and finish his life.

The butterfly was suddenly confused, what is the difference between herself and this goldfish?

Those newly-born babies are not batches of new warriors or new victims who have been sent to the alien phalanx.

The butterfly stood up very weakly, dug a small pit in the pot, and buried it, and its small body did not need much space. In the past two years, it has not grown. The butterfly couldn't help but shed a few innocent tears. Now there are no more creatures in this room to accompany and wait for them.

The butterfly felt a void spasm in her stomach, and couldn't help but fall on the bed, feeling that the corners of her eyes were very moist, but she ignored it, and then fell into a deep sleep......

In her sleep, she was as light as a swallow, flying high in the sky, overlooking the mountains and scattered cities below, but they were all silent.

In the distance was the familiar place in her dreams, "One Thought".

The mountain breeze is sober, a thought view is still towering, and the tall mountain gate is a silent moat, blocking the two worlds.

The butterfly felt that she could jump up to the mountain gate lightly, standing on the lintel of the mountain gate like a harrier, looking into the distance, the pale gray sky, looking very heavy and depressing.

But the feeling of riding the wind away is really refreshing.

She remembered that she liked to look at the horizon like this, sitting from sunrise to dusk, from evening to dawn. Like a sculpture that doesn't want to talk to anyone or need anyone's company, this silent world is enough for her to meditate, and her mind can drift far away, completely unfettered. She also likes to listen to the thunderous bells in the main hall in front of her, as well as the chanting of the scriptures.

She felt that she often seemed to sneak out of the main hall like this, sneaking out of a thought, this towering lintel, which had always been a place for her to sit alone in a daze.

Those Taoist priests who are busy in and out, busy and happy, sometimes look for her traces inside and out, but she is like a lazy cat, watching the owner in a hurry, but she is condescending, looking very idle and leisurely.

When everyone was desperate, she would suddenly land, fall on the hall like a floating cloud, pat the group of clothes, slowly paced the square steps of a man, carried her hands, and disappeared from the sight of everyone.

She was originally an uninvited guest in this mountain, and her coming and going have always been so uncertain and willful. But she is indeed the elf who is doubly cared for and guarded by the lonely Taoist priests.

When they were doing morning and evening classes, she could wander around the hall as she pleased, and even sat next to the master, following his example, and laughing to herself.

The master raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, never blamed, nor angry, did not move, but said in a low voice: Butterfly, don't be naughty.

At night, when the Taoist priests were ready to go to bed, she would make trouble in various rooms, stealing a certain brother's pajamas, or taking a shoe, so that the senior brother was about to get out of bed and suddenly find that her shoes were gone.

Occasionally, she would incarnate into their dreams to see what they were dreaming about.

If the dream is really not interesting, she will take it upon herself to help modify the dream and add some scenes.

For example, let him suddenly dream of a slender beauty, sparkling in the autumn waves, beckoning. If it is some small Taoist priests whose cultivation is not high, it is not sure that this picture will directly lead to the second half of the spring dream. She was content to hide in her dreams.

Sometimes she would add something even more interesting, so that the Taoist priest in her dream suddenly fell, or was inexplicably chased and beaten while walking down the street...... All kinds of things, purely depending on whether she is in a good mood today or not.

Usually the next day, the Taoist priest with a black face would run to the back mountainside, find the butterfly sitting under the flower tree and combing his hair, and ask angrily: Butterfly, you came to my dream yesterday again?

The butterfly casually raised a pair of thin, hazy eyes, as if penetrating, through him, to see elsewhere, and said: I was happy yesterday.

If a senior brother is very hardworking and has not slept late at night, she will swing to him, sit in front of the candlelight, hold a cup of tea, and help him study ink in a matter-of-fact manner.

The senior brother would ask her: Butterfly, where did you hide today? The master thought you had gone outside to play again.

She knew that she was a very restless elf, and she did go out many times, but because life here was so lonely, she always sat on the lintel and looked at the bustling color line in the sky.

She had never been there, and the place where she usually went out to play the most was in the deep mountains around Yinianguan, there was a pool of heavenly springs, which was crystal clear, and she bathed there once, and the water was very clear, and there was a faint mist on the surface of the water. She likes to go there and frolic for a while.

But what she wants to know most is the prosperous and down-to-earth world.

Suddenly, one day, a group of good men and women came to the temple, they came not far away, admired here to pray for blessings, and there was a dignified boy and brother in the entourage.

That day, he sat in front of the flower tree and kept muttering: Although my back garden is not as big as the imperial garden, it is also a rare good garden in this world, almost including all the strange flowers and flowers in this world. This gesture, this charm, is really extraordinary and all the strange things.