"Where's the statue of the goddess?" I grabbed Fusheng and asked anxiously.

Fusheng gently pushed me away and helped me sit up, and I realized that I had been leaning against him. At this time, I didn't care about any embarrassment, and repeated: "What about the statue of the goddess?" ”

"Amitabha." Fusheng said: "What the donor sees should be the afterimage left by the original owner of "Fusheng", and it is its mission to solve the donor's doubts. When the mission is accomplished, it is gone. ”

My eyes widened, and I said word by word: "However, my doubts have not been solved!" ”

Fusheng was stunned, and said tentatively: "Why don't the donor still understand, maybe the poor monk can solve the puzzle for the donor." ”

Alarm bells suddenly rang out in my heart, this person was a little wrong, and he still refused to explain to me, why was he so kind at this time!

"What is your purpose?" I watched warily as I slowly moved backwards.

Fusheng clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Since the donor has received the inheritance of the book, you will be the real owner of the book from now on." Some things that you didn't know before are now available to you. ”

I replied softly with an "oh" before I began to organize the language, and after a while, I said softly, "Is Sister Meng Po really going to die?" ”

Fusheng said neatly: "Yes." ”

I knew the answer, but I still couldn't help but take chances, and I continued: "How is it possible, how can a dead person rewrite his life!" ”

Fusheng smiled softly, he no longer looked at me, but looked into the distance, and said, "How does the donor think a person should write his own life?" ”

"Of course it is......," I was speechless, unable to answer the question for a moment.

Fusheng continued: "The poor monk once said that fate is predestined. Even the fate recorded in the official book of the star is only copied according to the will of the heavens, and no one in this world has the ability to write his life for himself. ”

I suddenly felt bitter in my heart, "Then Sister Meng Po's exchange with "Floating Life" was just a lie? ”

"Definitely." There seemed to be a soft light in Fusheng's eyes, I was stunned, this seemed to be the first time I saw him really smile, although he was smiling in the past, but his eyes were always full of sadness, I suddenly became a little curious about this person.

"After God the Father opened up the heavens and the earth, the body became all the things in the world. The Father has fallen, and the gods have been born one after another. The god of Yao Xue was born in the abyss of extreme cold, and when she was born, the sun bloomed and merged into the book "Floating Life" that jumped out of the Three Realms. Therefore, "Floating Life" has a "gift from the father", and the god Yaoxue is also regarded by the gods as the most beloved daughter of the father. Therefore, although writing life is against the sky, "Floating Life" is a thing against the sky, and the combination of the two has the result of two negative being positive. ”

I listened to a lot of it, and I was dizzy, and I still didn't understand how to write a person's life after they died.

Fusheng seemed to know my solution, so he continued: "Although Master Meng Shi is a god, the god will also fall one day. Even though she could still live for tens of thousands of years, her heart was dead. In her mind, she herself was a walking corpse. Although "Floating Life" has the power to defy the sky, it is not strong enough to reverse time and space, so it can only put its divine consciousness into another parallel space, so that it can carry the memory of the present and experience the life it has passed again. Some people call it rebirth. ”

Rebirth, that sounds good, I continued, "Where's the other parallel space?" Can I go? ”