Am I dead? It doesn't seem to be.

I could seem to hear the people around me, but I couldn't really hear them. It was as if I was being carried forward on my back, as if someone was dripping water into my mouth.

Is this a dream? Certainly not.

I tried to make this dream more real, whether it was reality or a dream, I wanted to experience its contents, but I still couldn't.

Maybe that's the state of people after death? I can't control where my spirit will go. Whether it is reality or dreams, it will gradually disappear from me, and the feeling of the body will slowly disappear, and the spirit will leave the body that can be felt, farther and farther away until there is no feeling at all, and the person who has just died should be this kind of unreal and dream-like situation.

I can't remember what happened to us, I can't remember why I died, maybe the memory won't leave with the spirit, after all, I'm not a high-ranking monk who has practiced for thousands of years.

The previous trip made me physically and mentally exhausted, so I might as well take this opportunity to take a good rest, since it is said that I am gone, then let go completely, and don't think about the previous things anymore, and it is all troubles to think about.

Imagine yourself as a wisp of green smoke, drifting slowly with the warm wind, this feeling is very comfortable, like a baby lying in a cradle, full of comfort.

The words of an old man echoed in my ears, saying that I could not get out of this valley, I forgot who said it, but it seemed to be very important, this sentence was repeated in my ears again and again, like a lullaby that kept repeating, and gradually I lost consciousness completely.

When I was woken up again, I seemed to be floating on the river, and the rushing water flowed under me, and it rippled on my body in bursts, and I felt the biting cold, and I floated on it like this, and it would not sink.

Could this be the legendary River Styx? I don't know which boatman is holding me across the river? But his equipment is old enough, what age is it? Isn't it long overdue to use a speedboat? It must be carrying people on a raft, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been stirred up by the river.

The River Styx must be very long, but I still choose to continue to rest, who called him a service industry? I'll only have this last time to enjoy in my life, so work harder.

I can hear the monks chanting, the temple instruments jingle like a gentle chorus, the fusion of multiple voices is like a murmuring drizzle to nourish the heart and spleen, and the scriptures are like who is whispering to me, burrowing into my ears to make people feel sure.

This must have been to Elysium, it turns out that the other side of the River Styx is Elysium, maybe at the fork in the road between heaven and hell, the boatman helped me choose heaven, I must pay him double the fare, I hope that those people I knew in my life can burn me more Hellish coins, the kind that costs ten billion pieces.

What are the names of people I knew during my lifetime? I couldn't remember anything, I tried to remember, and finally fell asleep in nothing.

I was lying on a soft bed, covered in fluff, a little hot, but very comfortable.

I felt someone rub mud on my ankle, and I seemed to remember, I was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, right at the ankle, is this the legendary clay gold body? Are they mending my wounds? Will I be reused by Elysium? Maybe I'm the reincarnation of a certain Immortal Venerable, and this time I'm finally home.

Then the food was fed to my mouth, it tasted like rice porridge, but the taste was much better than rice porridge, it must be the unique agar jade liquid produced here, and it could be immortal after drinking.

I swallowed as much as I could, anyway, the food bank of Elysium would not be eaten up by me, and eating more would become a positive result.

The same thing was repeated for many days, people rubbing mud on my ankles, people coming to feed me delicious food from time to time, and I was in a very happy mood.

It's just a little bad, the environment here is very changeable, sometimes my body is extremely hot, sometimes my body is cold and there is nowhere to hide.

Fortunately, every time I was shivering from the cold, there was always a silky body that came to my side to warm me, took me into my arms, and rubbed against my body constantly. It's a wonderful feeling, and I guess it must be a fairy in the sky, with great compassion and kindness, a combination of kindness and beauty.

Of course I can't let her down, and every time she comes, I try to satisfy her as much as I can, and listening to her delicate panting, I know that she must be very happy too.

I always want to ask what this fairy is called, and I will be very grateful to her after I have achieved the right result, but I can't even open my mouth to ask, a name flashes in my mind, Yan Qiu, maybe this fairy is called Yan Qiu, right?

I didn't know where the name came from, so I assumed it was the name of a fairy. Surely there is no language to communicate in Elysium, and she knew I wanted to ask, so she passed the name to me.

Day after day, I don't know how long it has been, maybe millions of years have passed, time in Elysium is much faster than in the world, I have slowly adapted to life here, and there is no longer the extreme contrast between cold and heat in my body, but fortunately, the fairy will still come to accompany me, she seems to know my thoughts, and whenever I think she has trouble sleeping, she comes.

I always lived like this, comfortable but really boring, and I made up my mind that the next time a god came, I would ask him if there was anything for me to do to get a job in Elysium, and I didn't know if I could do it.

Eventually, the spoon that had fed me fairy brew touched my lips again, and this time I didn't open my mouth, but tried to open my eyes, and the spoon tried a few times, and when I didn't cooperate, it stopped feeding me anymore.

The immortals aren't going to leave, right? I suddenly opened my eyes in a hurry.

The moment my eyes saw the light again, countless messages poured into my brain like a tidal wave.

I was lying in an adobe house with colourful patterns painted on the walls, so old that they were cracked and some of the patent leather was crumbling. I slept on a bed made of wooden planks covered with animal skins.

The room has no windows, I don't know if it's day or night, and there are many thick candles scattered in the room. The roof was so low that if I stood up, my head would hit the roof.

At the top of the room, there was a spiral-shaped incense plate, which was burning slowly, and below it was a copper plate placed in the middle of the ground, followed by the incense ash falling from above, and the smell of this incense was very unpleasant, as if the smell of sun-dried cow dung being roasted by fire.

Next to the copper plate, a woman was holding a broken porcelain bowl and holding a green iron spoon with lost paint in her hand, standing there, looking at me in a daze.

I felt weak, and it took several times to sit up with my body, and I stared at the woman carefully, and it took me a long time before I stumbled out her name: "Su, Surina? ”

Su Rina was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted like she had seen a ghost: "Fat brother, fat brother, come quickly." Fat brother, it's terrible. ”

A familiar voice came from outside the house: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Can you stop shouting the curse every day? When I hear someone call me fat brother now, my brain hurts. Do you think this ancestor is deliberately playing with me? Why does he pee when I eat? Wait a minute, here it is. ”

Then the curtain of the earthen house was lifted, and a large fat man came in with a half-bowed body, a dark red robe, one shoulder and arm exposed, a large shaved head, but a full beard. He was holding a ceramic crockpot in his left hand, and in his right hand he was holding a small piece that seemed to be a cake and was stuffing it into his mouth. If the exposed arm has a big flower arm tattooed on it, it will be a Lu Zhishen holding a urinal.

I shouted with a smile on my face: "Fat brother." ”

He suddenly raised his head and stared at me, his mouth half-open, letting the unswallowed food lie in his mouth. In an instant, it seemed to be reflected again, swallowing the unchewed food vigorously, choking and rolling his eyes. He put the broken casserole in his hand on the ground, and ran out while pounding his chest, shouting vaguely: "Wake up, wake up." ”

There was another commotion outside the house, I heard the fat brother asking for water to drink, I heard Jiang Rou laughing, and finally heard the fat brother solemnly announce: "Zhan Xiao is alive, he can't die." ”

Finally, I heard Jiang Liwa's throat howling and crying.