"Why?" Daddy asked.

Jiuyi let out a long sigh and said: "Although there is a faint connection between the past life and this life and the next life, after all, the gap is difficult to cross, just like a cliff or rift between the two, even if you can see her, she can see you, but it is impossible to follow the firefly to walk over." ”

"Thank you for your teachings." Grandpa didn't believe Jiuyi's words. After returning to Thrush Village, Grandpa had a long talk with Jiuyi Chief, and he knew that Jiuyi Chief's words of advice were indeed from the bottom of his heart, and he had a very deep understanding of the past life, this life and the next life.

After Grandpa returned to Thrush Village, he didn't do anything to Zesheng. Although Shen Yulin and Li Xiaocheng were surprised when they knew that Luo Buzhai was outside, they didn't think that Luo Buzhai's disappearance was Ze Sheng's fault. They thought that it was a moment of urgency to say such a thing at that moment, not to mention that Zesheng did not know the consequences of saying it.

Therefore, Grandpa did not have a good reason to drive Ze Sheng away.

Grandpa wanted to hold a funeral for Luo Buzhai, but Jiuyi persuaded Grandpa not to do it.

Jiuyi said that since Luo Buzhai had already died once, he had held a funeral in Radish Village, so he should not hold it again. If a person has had two funerals, he may not even know when he died. What's more, this time Luo Buzhai died outside his body, there was no body, at most there was only a mound of clothes.

Grandpa made a simple mound for Luo Buzhai, and a few people burned some paper money next to the mound and gave up.

Zesheng apologized to Luo Buzhai in front of Luo Buzhai's clothed mound, saying that he shouldn't be in a hurry, saying things that shouldn't be said, and begging for Luo Buzhai's forgiveness.

Grandpa didn't listen to a word.

After worshipping at Luo Buzhai's clothed mound, Shen Yulin left Thrush Village, knowing that he was far from being the opponent of the weak Lang King, and he would not have a chance to stay here and wait.

Elder Jiuyi stayed in Thrush Village for a while, and his purpose of staying here was not to do anything else, but to persuade his grandfather to stop obsessing with finding millet.

In a night talk, Jiuyi finally opened his heart and told his secret past to his grandfather.

He picked up a mercury mirror in his father's study, which was a mahogany-framed mirror inlaid with fishbones, which Xie Xiaomi liked very much when he was alive. Seeing that she liked her so much, Grandpa asked her to take the mirror back, but she didn't take it. After Xie Xiaomi's death, the corners of the mirror had corrosive spots, and the spots became bigger and bigger. Someone saw that the mahogany frame with fishbones was beautiful, so they asked him to change it to a new mirror. But my father didn't change it.

Jiuyi pointed to himself in the mirror and said to his father: "You and Xiaomi, just like the images outside the mirror and in the mirror, look like they are within reach, but unfortunately you will never be able to penetrate through such a small frame." ”

Grandpa walked to the mirror, looked at the people inside, and said with a wry smile: "Dao Chief, you said before that there was a cliff between me and her, and now you say that there is a mirror between me and her. ”

Jiuyi smiled and said, "You're right. I just felt it too deeply to have this empathetic thing to say to you. I came here from Dayun Mountain to save you this time because I felt that you had too many similarities with my situation, and I felt that you were another me, so I came here. ”

"The other you?" Grandpa was puzzled.

Jiuyi laughed, put the mirror down, and said, "Yes." After many setbacks, I escaped to Dayun Mountain, wanting to spend the most time on earth. The first time you went through the same thing I had experienced before, you seemed as resilient as I did when I was younger. Although I know that there are many things that you have experienced many times and have enough life experience, when you tell your life experience to someone who is just starting to experience the same thing, they will probably not accept your proverbs at all. He won't believe you without going through it. By the time he believes in you, he'll be like you. ”

"The same thing?" Grandpa understood. No wonder when he met Ze Sheng at the foot of Dayun Mountain, he mysteriously said that he knew the secret of the ninety-one chief.

Ninety-one Commander said, "You already know that Alayas are a seed that will sprout in the future. Have you ever wondered what prompts it to sprout? Have you ever wondered why the vast majority of people's alayas are always asleep or disappearing, and only very few people can remember past lives? ”

Daddy shook his head.

Jiuyi said: "It's persistence, it's love." Love is also an attachment. Love is people, kindness, reason, and can also be a thing. The reincarnation of a living Buddha is the love of goodness and the Buddha's principle. My reincarnation is a person I love. You are another me, and Xiaomi is another me. I looked for her, I searched for forty-one lives, I met her forty-one times, but I missed her, I missed her, I missed her, just like she was in this mirror, I saw her, but I couldn't bring her to me, to my life; It's like there is an insurmountable chasm or precipice between me and her, and I see her, but I can't cross it, and I can't lead her over. ”

Jiuyi said that when he just remembered his parents in his previous life and the life scene of his previous life in this life, he thought that he was just remembering his past life.

Later, his biological parents put him in the place of his parents in his previous life, and he gradually remembered more and more. At that time, he still thought that he had awakened more memories because he lived in the place where he lived in his previous life, just like a person with amnesia will recall many forgotten fragments when he returns to a place he once was familiar with.

But when he remembered a girl he had only met once, his memories suddenly flooded back like a floodgate. He remembered many new scenes, but those scenes he remembered had never experienced in this life or in his previous life. His dreams suddenly became much more, and he dreamed night and night, endlessly.

Those dreams were so real that for a while, he couldn't tell when he was dreaming and when he was real.

During that time, he often woke up when he had just fallen asleep, and when he woke up, he didn't know if he was dreaming or if he had woken up. He couldn't tell the boundaries of dreams, thinking that eating and playing during the day was actually a dream, and at night in a dream was the time to wake up. He felt that dreams were real, and that real life was actually a fictional dream.

There is a shadow of a girl in my dreams.

This girl is a girl who connects so many dreams. He saw the girl at different times—early morning, noon, dusk, and evening; He saw the girl at different ages—childhood, adulthood, middle age, old age; He saw the girl in different places—meadows, mountains, fairs, trails. He saw the girl happy, he saw her sad, he saw her in a daze.

Sometimes he was an old man who, at dusk, saw the girl innocently playing in a meadow. Sometimes he was a shepherd boy herding cattle, and he saw this woman hoeing in the mountains on the ridge in the morning. Sometimes he was a baby in his infancy, and at the noisy market at noon, he saw her gray-haired old and passing by his mother, who was holding him. Sometimes he was a middle-aged doctor collecting medicine, and as he was walking home along the path after the sun had gone down, he saw a stranger approaching her with her in his arms.

No matter what age or place she was, he could tell if it was her or not just by looking at it. It seemed to him that her eyes, her eyebrows, her temperament, her breathing had never changed. It was as if she could emit a scent that only insects could emit, and he could sense it instantly.

As a result of these dreams, which were almost confused with real life, he remembered the past life of the previous life, and incidentally thought of the past life of the previous life, and more.

It was only later that he realized that so many scenes had happened in different past lives.

There are forty-one scenes, that is, he has known the girl for forty-one lifetimes.

Later, he realized that he had started looking for her in his forty-first previous life, but he always missed. Sometimes it seems to be close at hand, but soon it gets stuck in the middle of nowhere, and it is never found again.

What prompted him to remember his past life was his persistence - every time he died, he was unwilling to make up for his shortcomings in the next life, and he must find her.

In order to figure out why he liked her and why he was looking for her, he remembered his past life beyond forty-one previous lives, remembered when he was not yet human, remembered his previous life when he was a cow, a sheep and a dog.

"Did you figure it out?" Daddy asked.

Jiuyi nodded and said, "In my life as a rabbit in the mountains, she followed her general father to hunt, and her skilled archery and battle-tested general father shot me with an arrow. I was in great pain and terrified when I was shot. Her father was going to take me back and peel me off, and he said he would make her a rabbit fur hat and give my meat to his soldiers to cook deliciously. But against her father's will, she insisted on burying me. As she put me in the pit, I suddenly felt no more fear, no more pain. ”

"After becoming a human being, I can remember my past life in every life, I can see her in my dreams, and I dream that I am a rabbit, shot by someone, and then she is carried by both hands and sent to be buried in an earthen pit. Once I had fully recovered my memories of my past life, I searched everywhere for her. Sometimes I think of her, but I'm too old to bother her even if I find her. Sometimes when I met her, I was young, and the adults didn't believe me, thinking that I had fallen into an evil spirit, so they missed the opportunity to recognize her, and I never saw her again. I always catch up with her for similar reasons and miss. The search that followed was like a bamboo basket for water. ”