Stories often start many years ago, and this time the story is the same.

In the early morning, Yun Yi's heart, the head of the Immortal Dao, suddenly beat rapidly, such a feeling, Yun Yi had not felt it for more than six thousand years, since he entered the legend and devoted himself to cultivation for a long time, this was the first time he had heart palpitations.

As if the Heavenly Dao was warning, Yun Yi followed the direction of the heartbeat.

Speaking of Yun Yi, he is also a great character, less than a thousand years old, he entered the legend, and he was in charge of the immortal Dao, one of the five sects of the Thousand Machines North Hill. Moreover, the path of immortality is extremely unique, ordinary monks, the legend is that they can live for up to 5,000 years, and the myth is 10,000 years, this is the rule set by the Shura Empress, and no one can change it, but this Yun Yi has lived for more than 7,000 years in the realm of legends.

Let's not mention this matter for the time being, let's first say that Yun Yi followed the east and walked for tens of thousands of miles, and finally found the source of his palpitations on the top of a mountain.

It was a mountain full of poplars, and it was April, and the poplars were flying like winter snow, even whiter than snow. In the midst of the wind stood a four-year-old child, also dressed in white.

The toddler stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly looking at the clouds.

"What are you looking at?" Yun Yi asked as he walked over to the toddler.

"Do you think, Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou, is the butterfly real, or is Zhuang Zhou real?" The young boy did not answer Yun Yi's question, but asked a strange question.

What kind of eyes are these? Yun Yi dared to use his Dao heart to assure that he had lived for seven thousand years, and he had never seen eyes like the young child in front of him.

It's not that the child's eyes are strange, but his eyes are not half angry or half dead, like a transparent mirror. At this moment, Yun Yi was sure that if the Buddha Xiu saw this look, he would think that the young child in front of him was the real Buddha, and in the same way, if the Taoist Xiu saw it, he would also ask the young child in front of him to be the Dao Ancestor.

In the eyes of young children, it is like all the avenues in the world, and each one is clearly visible.

"It depends on whether you are willing to be a butterfly or a Zhuang Zhou. If you are willing to be a butterfly, the butterfly is naturally real, and if you are willing to be Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou is also true. After looking at it for a long time, Yun Yi replied.

"Guess what I want to do?" the toddler asked again.

Looking at the young child's eyes, Yun Yi could still only see the avenue and could only shake his head.

"According to what you said, Butterfly and Zhuang Zhou are both real. In the same way, Butterfly and Zhuang Zhou are both a dream. The boy said this, and jumped off the cliff.

Although the young child had a great avenue in his eyes, Yun Yineng was indeed just a mortal, and when he saw the young child falling, he hurriedly gathered a cloud and picked up the young child from mid-air.

"This is what I want to do, what you say you want to do, what is true, then my truth is not here, this is just a dream, why stop me. When the boy returned to the top of the mountain, he said a word, and plunged down again.

Yun Yi rescued the young child again and asked, "You are only four years old, why bother to die." ”

"Everything in the world is boring, it is like a cloud of smoke, what is the difference between life and death?" the young child asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, Yun Yi suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, you have only been in the world for four years, how do you know that things in the world are boring? The old man has experienced seven thousand springs and autumns in this world, and he is still very surprised by what he sees. ”

After that, Yun Yi pointed to the poplar floc in the sky and continued: "Look at the flying floc in the mountains, it is clear in March at this time, but it is as good as a snow scene, such a wonderful scene, but you don't look at it, how can you know that it is not beautiful if you don't take a commemorative look?"

"I glanced at it, and if it doesn't get into my heart, then what's the difference between it and the mud?" the boy asked.

"Have you ever seen Yun'er gather happily and sadly, and have you ever smelled the fragrance of the earth in the four seasons, how do you know that the clouds and mud are not beautiful?" Yun Yi continued to ask.

"My heart is empty, and even if I remember what I see clearly, I will never be able to live in it. The boy replied, and jumped into suicide.

Saving the boy again, Yun Yi said: "I have saved you three times, if you want to commit suicide after I finish everything, I will not stop you." ”

"Yes, you speak. The toddler replied.

"Have you ever enjoyed the feeling of having all the world's finances in your hands?" Yun Yi asked.

"No, I didn't. The toddler replied.

"Have you ever enjoyed the feeling of having the highest power in heaven and earth?" Yun Yi continued.

"No, I didn't. The toddler replied.

"Have you ever enjoyed the feeling of having the world's most beautiful woman fall in love with you, and let a woman with extraordinary talent through the ages become your wife?" Yun Yi asked.

"No, I didn't. The toddler's answer is still the same, and the emotion is the same in every word.

"Have you ever enjoyed the feeling of being honored in the world, bowing down to you, and sentient beings singing your name?" Yun Yi's tone increased by two points, and he asked the last question.

"No, I didn't. "The toddler remains the same.

"Since you haven't felt it before, how do you know that these feelings are not beautiful?" Yun Yi asked, staring into the boy's eyes.

"If you don't like it, the wealth and power of the world are all in your hands, the stunning beauty is in your arms, and the talented women of the ages are accompanied, even if you become a saint, even if you become a mark of civilization, what is the use?" asked the young child.

"You haven't even gotten it, how do you know your heart doesn't like it?" Yun Yi continued to ask.

The young boy pointed to the poplar in the sky and said, "I saw this mountain in the distance, and I thought it was a strange scene of snow in March, so I came with joy. I walked for three months to get here, and when I went up the mountain, I was overjoyed, and the flying flotsam hit my body, and the itching was abnormal, and I would not have come if I had known this. ”

After that, the young boy looked at Yun Yi and continued: "Everyone thinks that if they climb to the top of the mountain or climb over the mountain, everything in the world will be different, and even they will always think that things in the distance are more beautiful, but the things in the world, no matter where they go, are the same. ”

"There is sorrow and joy, and there is joy and sorrow, this is the surprise of life. Yun Yi replied.

"But these joys and sorrows only enter my eyes, not my heart. With that, the toddler jumped down again.

Immersed in the wind, there was a sudden darkness in front of him, and the young child's face suddenly laughed, as if, at this moment, in the wind, he really got the joy in his heart.

Unfortunately, after a while, the young boy did not feel the pain, so he opened his eyes and looked, and then he saw the person who had been saving him standing in front of him.

"Old man, you are not authentic, you clearly said yes, if you don't convince me, you don't care about me. The young boy pointed at Yun Yipo and scolded twice.

"If I live, I won't let you die. Yun Yi replied softly.

"I don't believe it, you can always follow the master!" replied the young boy, and walked down the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, seeing the old man following behind him, the young boy couldn't help but be depressed, and then when he turned the corner, he crashed into the boulder in front of him. It's a pity that the young boy didn't know that this old man's skills were already able to pick the stars with one hand, and he wouldn't be able to look at his little doll.

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