I thought I could see some clues.

But I was disappointed in the end, and I might as well have seen it clearly when I didn't open it.

A layer of gray mist appeared in the village in front of me, like a thin haze.

Other than that, there was nothing else, and there was not the slightest evil spirit, yin spirit, or other aura around him.

This means that there is no dirt around at all.

So, why did the village suddenly disappear?

Even with modern fire. Instrument boom, it may not be able to bomb so simply.

I want to go forward and see what my home used to be and what it looks like now.

But at this moment, a voice that trembled to the depths of my soul rang out.

"Xiaoyang, you shouldn't have come back......!"

This sound shook my body, not because I didn't notice someone behind me.

It's that the voice is too familiar and too familiar, and there is a slight old meaning in the voice.

I turned slowly, and through the eyes I saw a black figure.

He is not tall and has a slight bend in his back.

It was the deformation of the spine caused by the mother's perennial bowing head and sewing shrouds.

"Mom!"

I shouted at the black shadow, and my voice trembled.

But the black shadow was standing at the head of the bridge, holding a thing like a dress in his hand.

She has no facial features, only the outline of her limbs, like a nocturnal traveler who lives in the night.

I already knew what my mom had become now, but she was still my mom in my eyes.

I stood at the end of the bridge and watched my mother come slowly with a somewhat stumbling step.

He didn't come toward me, but toward the big locust tree.

It's like his real son is waiting for her under the big locust tree at this moment.

But my mother's next move made my nose sour, and the tears could not stop flowing.

He walked under the big locust tree, bent down and bowed his head, his voice choked.

"Kid, you're not supposed to come!"

"I've been keeping this shroud for you, and now I'm going to put it ......on for you personally!"

As I spoke, my mother's black figure was holding the black craftsmanship in her hand, in my eyes.

Under the big locust tree, I put on the 'air' and clothes.

Seeing this, I understand.

I must have been carried here in the first place, and my mother put it on for me.

My mother's dark figure naturally couldn't really help me put it on.

Because the shroud with only a black shadow returned to my mother's hands again.

My mother, who had dressed me, stood by my coffin and sobbed quietly.

While sobbing, he said, "Child, I'm sorry for you." ”

"You shouldn't have come back...... Target......! ”

When I saw this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I took three steps and two steps to my mother.

"Poof!"

The legs slammed into the dirt with a 'bang' sound, and a small dented pit was smashed.

I don't know if my leg hurts or not, but my heart hurts at the moment.

The pain was like a knife that made every pore tremble.

"Mom!"

"The son is not filial!"

"My son is back......!"

I looked up at my mother, wondering if he was old.

But all I could see was a black shadow.

Two lines of hot tears flowed down my eyes, down my cheeks, slowly falling, converging to my chin, and then dripping.

My mother couldn't see me, and even if I used my magic at this time, the Coffin Mountain Secret Technique wouldn't allow her to see me.

There is no other reason!

Because at this time, the mother is not human, not ghost, not soul, not spirit, not evil, not charm!

At this time, she belonged to jumping directly out of the Three Realms and was not among the Five Elements.

It is not an existence that has entered the path of the six realms of reincarnation.

It's a shadow of her staying here!

So, she is still her, and mother is still mother.

It's just that we'll never see each other again!

Tears flowed from her eyes.

I choked up and shouted, "Mom, why are you doing this? ”

When I said this, I felt my whole soul tremble and cry with me.

Because, only I know, my mother can present such a state, how much she has paid for me.

Although he has no stellar intelligence, and he does not have the slightest memory, all he can keep is the most important memory of his life.

Forcibly leaving one's shadow here, the price paid is not at all an existence that can be accomplished by man.

This requires people to gamble on a future that is impossible at all with a very small probability at the last moment of death, that is, before completely losing their breath.

Sacrifice your life, your soul, everything, and make a pact with your shadow that doesn't exist.

forcibly left his shadow in this place, and in the middle process, there was the slightest mistake, and it disappeared completely.

In any form, she will never exist again.

And the Three Realms are divided into humans, gods, and ghosts.

Five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, earth.

Six Paths: Heavenly Path, Humanity, Animal Path, Asura Path, Hungry Ghost Path, Hell Path.

In doing so, the mother completely gave up all possibilities in exchange for something that was not so 'serious'.

In some ancient Taoist legends, there are immortals who say that the realm is not the Three Realms.

Beyond the Three Realms, there is also a realm, called the Shadow Realm, which is an independent existence that operates on its own.

In Buddhism, people call this realm Guiru.

The Buddha sat on the west heaven forever, and the west heaven died and returned to the ruins.

And returning to the ruins is the beginning and end of the origin of everything, because there is no such thing as non-existent.

These are all conjectures and fabrications of the ancients, these legends.

Only very old texts have sporadic records.

The reason why I know is because my grandfather dictated it, and I only think it is a mythological story.

But when I saw the scene in front of me, I knew, wrong, everything was wrong.

I couldn't be more wrong!

My mother did it all for me.

It's all for me!

"Mom!"

I threw my hands on the ground and slammed my head on the ground, tears pouring down like a flood.

If a person dies, he will be reincarnated, he will turn into a resentful spirit, he will turn into anything.

But those are all the meanings of existence, just a different way of living.

But his mother is completely different, he has turned himself into an eternal picture, a picture that keeps repeating and looping endlessly.

In other words, her life in this form is so long.

From the head of the bridge, to the end of the bridge, and then to the big locust tree, he put on the longevity clothes that his dead son had already prepared.

In the end, this process goes through again, over and over again, with no beginning or end.

This is the thing that makes people the most devastated, the thing that makes me the most sad and sad.

Tears soaked the dirt beneath me.

I never thought I could be like a woman, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

What a way, a god, a ghost, and so on.

In my opinion, the Tao is love!

Cultivation is cultivation!

If a person doesn't even have love, then what kind of Tao are you cultivating and what kind of immortal are you becoming?

I took a deep breath when I looked up and saw my mother walking towards me, repeating the same action again.

Like when I was a child, I wiped the long, long snot from my nose with my sleeve.

Looking at my surroundings, almost overlapping with me, but not feeling the physical mother.

"Suck ......"

I sniffed and choked up, "Mom, your son has accepted your clothes." ”

"But, I can't let you go on like this anymore......!"