After retracting the qi machine and no longer inspecting the body, the fat man began to wonder what was going on with the situation he encountered in his meditation and practice tonight.

Also, what is the fetus-like existence in the Xuanzhu?

After thinking about it, I couldn't understand what happened to me meditating and practicing tonight, because Lao Hantou's teachings back then, and the notes he left behind, did not mention such a strange phenomenon. So the fat man judged that it might be his own hallucination.

Because that kind of occult foundation burst out, from infinite to ever-changing, until the emergence of the stars and the universe...... If it is obtained through cultivation, it is incredible.

As for the image of the fetus that appears in Xuanzhu......

Wen Shuo quickly regained his composure after being amazed - although the changes and growth of Yuan Shen and Xuanzhu were not mentioned in Old Han Tou's teachings and notes, there were also sporadic records in many realistic classics, as well as in the previous Xuanfa practice exchanges with Jing Bai, Qin Luofeng, and Hong Shang, and he had obtained this information.

Xuanzhu is the original god.

And the Yuan Shen, with the increase in the cultivation realm, will gradually turn into a baby, such as a mother's pregnancy, and gradually conceive into a human form, which is called the Yang God.

It is an inevitable realm of the growth of the primordial spirit to the later stage.

The original god turns into a baby, gradually grows and takes shape, which is called the yuan baby.

When the infant is completed, it is the day when the yang god can get out of the body, travel thousands of miles in an instant, and be unbound by all things.

To put it bluntly, it is the cultivation of another self.

But......

Whether it is in the classics or in the exchanges and narrations of your friends, the process of transforming the Yuan Infant into a Yuan Baby, from the very beginning, for example, Qin Luofeng's Yuan Shen was forcibly taken away by Wen Shuo, and in essence, it was a humanoid state in Qin Luofeng's body.

From the very beginning of the cultivation of the primordial spirit, it will immediately be transformed into a human form by the practitioner's thoughts, qi, or intentionally or unintentionally.

And Wen Shuo's Xuanzhu is a chaotic bead.

Inside the beads, I don't know when a human form was born.

The fat man muttered secretly in his heart, after all, in the Xuanmen rivers and lakes that have been inherited for tens of thousands of years, there are many families of sects and schools, and there are tens of millions of various exquisite mystical methods, each with its own strengths.

So, it's not unusual.

Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but mutter: "This fuck is probably similar to the natural evolution of life - some are viviparous, some are oviparous, and Lao Tzu's yang god belongs to oviparity!"

"It's oviparous, it has to be oviparous!"

The fat man was a little angry and angry: "That Xuanzhu is definitely not a uterus!"

When he was gritting his teeth, he heard the sound of firecrackers suddenly starting to sound continuously outside, and the fat man who was disturbed by Qing Xiu couldn't help but get up irritably, walked to the window and looked out, and Xiaoqing also floated to the windowsill.

Outside the window, the night is thicker.

It's the darkest hour.

However, in the already neon-lit and colorful bustling night scene in the capital, countless destructive flames were added at this time.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks decorate the night beautifully.

Wen Shuo suddenly realized that this was the fifth watch.

From the old folk saying, the fifth watch really heralds the beginning of the new year.

Looking at the night outside and the colorful light and flames of light against each other, and then looking at the higher and farther places is still a pitch black night sky, the whole world is shrouded in endless darkness, no matter how devastating the brilliance, at most it is the distance that can be expanded to shine, but the distance will completely illuminate the darkness, even if there is a trace of light penetrating, it is impossible.

So relatively speaking, the world is very small.

The so-called expansiveness of human thoughts, in fact, the infinite imagination in the mind is also in an invisible, whether you want it or not, there is a narrow cage.

Unable to break through.

But, who can say that this world is not the universe?

Thinking of the sudden germination of consciousness tonight, the scene he thought and saw, Wen Shuo suddenly remembered a Buddhist Zen saying: "One sand and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi." ”

He shook his head, letting go of the distraction.

Outside the bedroom, the sound of her mother getting up and washing was heard, Wen Shuo told Qing'er not to run around, so she walked out of the bedroom and was busy cooking dumplings with her mother.

Eat dumplings on the fifth watch, and then greet the New Year.

Shinonome has such a custom.

The mother and son are in the capital, so naturally there is no need to go to anyone to greet the New Year, and most places have not even popularized the telephone in these years, so even calling for New Year's greetings is saved.

It's a lot of trouble, but it also adds some natural sentimentality to the mother and son.

It's like this year, something is missing.

And what?

After the dumplings were cooked, Li Qin looked a little sad and put a bowl of dumplings on the table in her bedroom, after thinking about it and feeling inappropriate, she moved a bedside table to the balcony, put the dumplings on the bedside table, inserted the chopsticks into the bowl, squatted next to her, and said softly: "His father, Xiaoshuo and I are in the capital for the New Year, and I can't go back to Dongyun to burn paper for you, you ...... Let's just have a bite to eat. Our mother and daughter are doing very well now, Xiaoshuo, this child is a good child, and now he has made a lot of money, and he has bought me a house in the capital......"

Wen Shuo took Qing'er's little hand and stood at the door of his mother's bedroom, watching his mother muttering something softly on the balcony, and suddenly couldn't help but shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Dad, what is Grandma doing?" asked Xiaoqing curiously.

"She's talking to your grandfather. Wen Shuo said to Xiaoqing with his thoughts.

"Why can't I see Grandpa?"

"Because...... It's like the vast majority of people can't see you. Wen Shuo closed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

On the balcony, after Li Qinxu chattered for a while, he got up and turned his head, and found his son standing at the door of the bedroom, so he showed a kind and kind smile, and said, "I just thought about it, and I will serve a bowl of dumplings to your father for the New Year." ”

Wen Shuo stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support his mother's arm: "Mom, when everyone from the sixth company comes back to work, let's go back to Dongyun together and go to my father's grave." ”

"Hmm. Li Qin nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's eat dumplings. ”

"Hmm. ”

......

In fact, just like every Spring Festival in the past, when the vast majority of big families are immersed in the joy and happiness of family reunion, Wen Shuo and his mother, in the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival every year, often have more sadness and nostalgia.

Because of this family, there are only two mothers and sons.

Wen Shuo's grandparents had long since died, and he couldn't even remember what they looked like.

Even the image of the father is already a little blurry in the mind of the fat man with a good memory.

Wen Shuo also had an aunt, but after his father died, he broke off contact.

So no matter how much uncle and especially aunt treat Wen Shuo and his mother excessively, many times when they think about their relatives, Wen Shuo and his mother will feel that Aunt Feng Chunmei is actually a good person.

At least, the two families are still close and still moving around.

And the relatives of the old Wen family, who are farther away, have not had the slightest contact with Wen Shuo after his father died.

Wen Shuo didn't hold a grudge against them, because he didn't even have a trace of impression.

Not to mention emotion.

After eating the dumplings of the fifth watch, Wen Shuo went to the windowsill again to smoke, moved a small stool, sat next to the bedside table, looked at the bowl of dumplings placed on it, and a pair of chopsticks inserted in the bowl, and felt a little trance for a while.

It was only now that he clearly discovered that he was so indifferent to his father's memories and emotions.

When I was a child, I had the impression of my father's love for me, because of my father's death, I was bullied and ridiculed when I was a child, and my mother worked hard to support the family alone, so that what should have been a good memory and nostalgia turned into a lot of resentment and hatred.

At that time, he was still young and growing up, but he had already formed an inertia in his heart that he was angry about his father's early death.

If my father had not died, why would my mother have suffered so much?

In which family, is it not the responsibility of the old man to support the wind and rain?

Therefore, in Wen Shuo's memory, the clearest impression of his father is that every year during the Qingming Festival, his mother took him to walk more than ten miles to the northwest of a rural area called Wohutun, where he burned paper and kowtowed on the grave in the farmland.

An ordinary grave, even smaller than the ancestral graves formed by the entire surrounding family for generations.

Under that ordinary, small grave, his father was buried.

Wen Shuo remembered that every year when he followed his mother to the grave, the family members who should have been his own family deliberately ignored him and his mother, and deliberately ignored him.

He couldn't understand why it was like that.

From childhood to adulthood, and even today's cognition, a family, especially in the relatively feudal and simple rural countryside, no matter how poor, close relatives with the same surname and not far away have no reason to ignore themselves and their mothers in any case.

Even if you don't help, at least say a few polite words on your face.

However, he and his mother never got it.

Is there any other reason for this?

Wen Shuo felt that this was definitely not because he was afraid of being affected by their mother and son, and he was unwilling to cause trouble for himself.

One person can do this, and everyone can do this......

There must be a reason.

Could it be that grandparents, or fathers and mothers, did they do anything to be sorry for the old Wen family?

However, since I let my father enter the ancestral grave, it means that there is no knot that cannot be solved.

As soon as the second cigarette was lit, Wen Shuo listened to his mother's call: "Shuo, Shuo, hurry up, your aunt has called, your cousin-in-law has given birth, and she has given birth...... Oops, big fat boy, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, just after the fifth watch, hey, ......"

Wen Shuo hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette butt, got up and left the balcony, closed the door, and said with a smile: "Come, I will say hello to my aunt, and then give my aunt and my aunt a New Year's greeting." ”

Li Qin smiled from ear to ear and handed the phone to his son.

It's like being a grandmother herself.

Wen Shuo took his mobile phone and said a lot of polite words, asked his cousin to answer the phone, and said solemnly: "Brother, take good care of my sister-in-law and my eldest nephew, ah! When will it be safe, all of them will be brought to the capital!"

"Okay, okay!" Hu Zhiqiang excited.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shuo said to his mother with a smile: "Mom, why don't you go back to Dongyun in advance, I'll just be here by myself, and now the Internet café is not open, so I'm not busy." ”

"So, I'll go back today?"

"Okay, I'll call and ask someone to book you a ticket. ”