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Chapter 475 The tenacity of human beings, the unwillingness of human beings!

It seems that a vast and brilliant aura comes from all directions, condensed above this pale blue sky, and turns into an invisible but real Jing soul. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If the human soul is used as a drop of water, then the breath that slowly accumulates is the ocean.

Bai Shuo couldn't measure how much human soul power was contained in the ocean-like aura on the heavenly dome, and could only feel the inexplicable will that slowly awakened in it.

It looked out over the wasteland from the sky, everywhere, but it seemed to convey something.

Urgency, hope, anticipation and helplessness......

He didn't know what it was, but he could feel it...... It was like an ocean of souls

At that moment, Changsun Wu's soul grew up from the deepest part of the mountains, sensing the traction of the will that existed above the heavenly dome, and he actually took the initiative to integrate his soul into it, pulling the entire huge sea of souls to begin to resonate......

The faint sound of the bell rang again, resounding throughout the heavens.

Bai Shuo's watch suddenly received Youxi's communication application, and then, he heard that on the mountain on the other end of the communication, Youxi said curiously and suspiciously: "Brother Captain, Dad has turned to stone...... What to do? ”

In the next moment, the sea of souls in the sky seemed to sense something, and a torrent emerged and swept towards the entire headquarters

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Sixteen minutes ago, the excited eldest grandson Wu carried his NV to the top of the Himalayas.

The icy cold wind blew snow from all directions, but Changsun Wu's body seemed to have an invisible barrier, and the air currents brought up between his movements completely locked the area within a two-meter radius of him.

Eldest Sun Wu took off his obstructive coat halfway through, Suo Xing climbed up with a vest, constantly borrowing strength on the cliff, hovering on the slender ice edge, and then looking at the far-reaching distance below, scaring the NV on his shoulder.

Blood was rushing through his body, and the heat emanating from his body was enough to warm the windless space.

Standing on the ice ridge at the peak, Changsun Wu carried NV, overlooking the vast world below, and couldn't help shouting excitedly: "This is the highest place in the world, Youxi"

The cold wind swept through the sky with crumbling snow powder, and in silence the clouds dissipated, and the light shone through the gaps in the clouds.

It is like a sword that has been transformed into substance, cutting through the clouds with a furious and ferocious posture, and the light is like a blade, standing between heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only the light of the sword is left, and there is a thrilling momentum in the magnificence.

This cruel beauty is not displayed because of the existence of human beings, nor does it die because of the destruction of human beings, but just stands quietly in this world, not caring if anyone is watching or not.

From ancient times to the present, nothing has ever been changed by human beings, and this is the world.

"It's cruel." Changsun Wu took two steps back, put Youxi on the snow behind him, sat in the ice that had been frozen for many years, and looked up at the light in the sky: "We used to have the world because we had it, but after the whole world abandoned us, we found that we had nothing. ”

Yuki sat beside him, pulled out his scarf at the top of this cold world, stretched out his cheeks, and looked at his father curiously: "Dad, are you sad?" ”

Changsun Wu smiled: "No, it's just a sigh, human beings are really fragile." ”

"Is Dad talking about the end of the world?" Youxi nodded as if he didn't understand: "Brother Captain told me that if we don't do anything, everyone in this world will die." ”

Eldest Sun Wu was stunned for a moment, and in Youxi's sight, he nodded helplessly: "Yes, they will all die." ”

"Is it because the earth doesn't want us anymore?" Youxi retracted his gaze and said in a low voice: "It's really annoying, I've lived on it for so many years, although I haven't paid the rent, but it's too ruthless." ”

"Haha, Yuki, that's Gaia." Eldest Sun Wu laughed: "I have been exposed to the same things in another world, so I have a general understanding of what kind of existence they are.

It doesn't care if a bunch of small things exist on its body, and it doesn't care about the right and wrong, good and evil, likes and dislikes that humans insist on.

It's unrealistic to measure it from a human perspective. ”

Xi lowered her head in frustration: "It's annoying...... Let people come into this world when you like it, but throw them away when you don't want them, it's too ......"

She suddenly remembered the yellow-spotted cat at her aunt's house, and her father always thought that it looked like a potato, and when he saw it outside, he would feed it some crumbs of bread to eat.

The very fat kitten would come over when she put down the crumbs, use her tongue to touch her fingertips, and make ignorant noises.

In the beginning, it was very much eaten by its owner; But when it grows up and likes to scratch its owner's leather sofa and máo clothes with its paws, it becomes more and more annoying; Finally, one day, I was completely tired of being bored.

Later, Yuki finally realizes that he has not seen the kitten that looks like a potato for a long time.

She never asked where it went, but she didn't like her aunt's candy anymore.

She doesn't know what Gaia is, but she thinks that if she likes it, she will raise it, and when she doesn't like it, she will throw it away, which is a very annoying person.

There was an invisible hand molicking her hair, and Changsun Wu looked at the lost NV and smiled in a low voice: "Youxi, you have to understand that human beings are not things that can be thrown away if they don't like it." ”

"People are much stronger and more rebellious than you think." Changsun Wu's gaze passed through the long distance, and he saw a red-clothed man walking slowly on the pale earth in the distance.

"They can imprint their footprints on the pinnacle of this world because of their faith, and they can also be driven by perseverance to walk through the world's widest desert."

The withered monk held the prayer wheel, chanted ** in a low voice, and dragged the old red clothes on the snowfield, his steps were slow but persistent, and he left a line of footprints on the snow.

Stepping on the steep mountain road, the footsteps never stopped.

Changsun Wu looked at his figure and sighed: "Human beings, but creatures that can survive tenaciously regardless of the equator or the polar regions. ”

Noticing his gaze, Ariki pulled out his binoculars and saw the monk's difficult trek.

"What is he doing?"

Eldest Sun Wu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's the return of asceticism, or where to go." ”

"Can we help him?"

Changsun Wu shook his head and said in a low voice, "He can do it." ”

"Oh."

The father and the two watched silently as the monk trudged on the mountain road, his toes coming out of the broken straw sandals, and his nose exhaling a line of white air in the cold air.

At the end of the steep mountain path, the withered and old monk stopped beyond some dilapidated and humble buildings, rubbed the black mud on the stone slabs, and pushed away the decaying wooden mén.

Inside the wall, apart from a large heavy brass bell, only a fairly thick straw mat was laid on the stone slab.

Only the old pavilion shielded him from the falling snow in the sky, but it could not stop the cold wind from blowing.

Casually put the prayer wheel in his hand beside him, the dark-skinned old monk took out a piece of naan that had long been cold from his arms, and began to eat it in a big gulp, and the bowl next to him had already been filled with half-melted snow water, and let him drink it.

In the cold wind, he rubbed his shoulders, as if he could not feel the cold, and ate quietly, with a satisfied joy and peace on his face in silence.

Silently waiting for the sun to rise overhead, he got up from the straw mat, clenched the rope from which the bell hammer was hung, and with the strength of his thin arm, he slowly pulled the bell hammer up with his footsteps, and the next moment, the heavy bell hammer struck the old bell.

Then the low bell rang and looked around, and the old monk's face was full of sorrow and joy, and he only focused all his thoughts on the things in front of him.

This is something that has lasted for half a lifetime and will continue to do so for the days to come.

He never thought to whom, in the middle of the empty mountains, would the bell ring.

Perhaps, as long as he has come, struck, and the bell has sounded, it will be enough for him.

I don't know how many years ago, the ascetic monks spent their lives building a small house on the top of the mountain, and then cast the heavy seeds, and with unimaginable efforts, they moved this brass ancient bell to this mountain peak little by little.

Since then, every day in the morning and dusk, the bell has been ringing.

The persistence contained in the sound of the bells, and the compassion brought by the chanting of the Buddha for half a lifetime, dispelled the malicious aura that swirled in the mountains, clearing a pure space on this snowy field.

The bell rang and then, and then the wind surged.

The torrent, imperceptible to the old monks, gathered from all directions, converging into an ocean in the land where the world's last glimmer of hope remained.

It is like a huge life composed of the human consciousness of the whole world, and the will of the ant colony sublimated from the ant nest cannot be observed, but it is real and unnecessary.

It is ubiquitous, chaotic and inexplicable, and the thoughts of countless people constitute its existence.

In this world, the primate consciousness achieves its own body, and it also sleeps in the chaos of hun because of the countless hunluàn wills that make up it.

And now, under the sting of the aura of disaster, it has finally awakened, converging from all directions, above this firmament, overlooking the last hope.

It's a pity that it's still a little bit worse after all, and it can't have the will to ** like the integrated Gaia, because there are as many as six billion creatures that make it up.

The signs of calamity can only awaken it from its méng, but it cannot give it a true 'self' to intervene in a world that is gradually collapsing.

So, it sighed abruptly.

On the top of the world, Youxi stared blankly at the ocean of countless wills: "Dad, what is that?" ”

It is a miracle created by all human beings, the subconscious sea of all beings, some people call it ......

"Alayah"

Changsun Wu stared blankly at the sea of subconscious that gathered above the entire sky, and the thoughts of countless people created this sea of souls, whispering in a low voice.