Dongshengzhou is as warm as spring all year round, and people don't feel the obvious alternation of hot and cold at all, but the hillside behind Shishanbao Village is only full of small yellow flowers that can't be named in July every year.

Perhaps it was a day's drizzle yesterday, and the sky was sunny today, but in the afternoon, the sun shone on the body or warm, the grass on the slope faded the grass yellow of the leaf tips overnight, and the oil green was like a horse unfolding the lake green satin, and the clusters of small yellow flowers that bloomed between this big "satin" swayed slightly against the sun, so that the fresh fragrance of flowers filled the entire hillside.

Ye Bufan was half-lying on the hillside, chewing a bitter sprout vegetable in his mouth, and his mouth was full of a stream of sweet and bitter juice for a while, and there was a bunch of bitter sprouts with old leaves removed by his side, this kind of wild vegetable mixed with some fine salt is a food that the whole family likes to eat.

Wife Lin Zhi was wearing a plain skirt, leaning on her legs, sitting upright on the grassy slope, a big handkerchief with flowers wrapped around her black and shiny hair, her small ears were exposed, the sun was shining down, and on her white neck behind her ears, a layer of fine fluff was shallow with a duckling-like tender yellow.

I can't get enough of it. Ye Bufan swallowed the grass roots chewed in his mouth, and said with a silly smile, "Child, you are so beautiful." ”

Lin Zhi pursed his lips and smiled, reached out and gently patted the man's calloused big hand, but a piece of pink crept up behind his ears.

"The old husband and wife, let Tian'er hear the joke. ”

Speaking of children, Ye Tian was like a happy puppy running out from the other side of the grassy slope.

Running around the hillside, Ye Tian's face was already flushed with sweat, his sideburns were dripping with beads of sweat, his head was messily covered with some blades of grass, his half-open short coat was stained with a large piece of wet mud, his hands were round and he was holding a large handful of colorful wildflowers, while running, he shouted at the two adults leaning on the top of the slope from a distance, "Dad, mother, I picked a lot of flowers." ”

The son's pulse has been weak since he was careful, and in the past two years, it has become more and more worrying, and if he speaks in a hurry on weekdays, his little face will be suffocated into a purple red because of the loss of blood, and he ran like a happy puppy, and Ye Bufan, who was suddenly shocked, was excited.

Ye Bufan's eyes were full of fear and worry, he stiffened and turned over and sat on the grassy slope, watching the grass blades kicked by his son's feet fly up the hillside, and his face was not suffocated purple. Turning his head to look at Lin Zhi in confusion, his wife was still smiling, sitting there quietly, just facing her son, and opened her hands from a distance.

Is the child's heart already well?

Everything in front of him suddenly made Ye Bufan feel like he was in a sweet dream, and after seeing his son thrown into his wife's arms in a trance, Ye Bufan looked up at the sun in the sky, but found that the originally warm and bright sun, when he looked up, was already blood-red and blood-red and blood-colored.

The thick color of blood made people panic, and the fresh fragrance of flowers could no longer be smelled on the slope between breaths, and now the strong fishy heat and dry smell in the air smelled like someone was boiling a pot of blood on a firewood fire.

"it, let's get home. ”

The strong uneasiness made it seem that there was a broken drum with a "bang" sound in his chest, and looking at Shishanbao Village under the slope from afar, Ye Bufan stood up from the grassy slope in a hurry, and reached out to grab his wife's shoulder.

It feels like empty in my hands!

Ye Bufan was stunned as he watched his thick right hand pass through his wife's shoulder, as if he wanted to reach out and grab the breeze blowing by his side. He shook his arm in disbelief, and his wife's smiling face was still like a breeze blowing through the palm of his hand.

"the kid!"

"Oh my God!"

Ye Bufan shouted hoarsely, but there was no sound in his ears, and in the panic, Ye Bufan pinched his throat hard, and eagerly, he rushed towards his wife and son.

Lin Zhi had that quiet smile from beginning to end, quietly hugging his son Ye Tian, looking serenely into the distance.

The next moment, Ye Bufan's eyes were pitch black, silent, lightless, tasteless, thoughtless, only the never-ending fall remained.

It seemed to be just a breath, and it seemed like hundreds of millions of years had passed, and a trace of a small green flame appeared in the endless darkness, it was so small and so bright, Ye Bufan sensed its existence in the dark, opened his eyes quietly, and watched the small green flame gently sway into his body.

It was like hugging my wife and son tightly, still basking in the sun, biting on the grass roots, and looking at the grass and yellow flowers on the slopes in the warm afternoon.

Ye Bufan wanted to smile happily, but he clearly heard a muffled sound of "touching" in his ears, and in the hot stinging pain on his forehead, a moist heat flowed through the corners of his eyes.

The corners of his eyes were a little uncomfortable, Ye Bufan moved his eyelids, blinked his eyes with some effort, and suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in front of his eyes.

A bright beam of sunlight shines through the hole in the door frame on the bluestone slab, the early morning drizzle has stopped, and there is still some rain in the depression of the bluestone slab, sparkling and shining in the sun.

Ye Bufan was lying on the bluestone slab sideways, his forehead was heavily slammed on a stone corner when his body was crooked, and blood flowed down the corner of his eyes on the bluestone slab, Ye Bufan did not wipe his forehead that was still bleeding, but quietly looked at the small puddle illuminated by the sun in front of him, and his eyes were suddenly full of tears.

He remembered that two years ago, in July, he took his wife and children up the grassy slope behind the village of Shishanbao.

I just had a dream!

Big tears finally carried a broken dream, like a trickle, mixed into the blood that still flowed from the corners of the forehead.

That night in Shishanbao Village, Ye Bufan was dripping bright red blood from the corner of his eye to the back of his hand. Half a year after losing his wife and children, in this afternoon, the sun had swept through the treetops and climbed onto the roof, and what was still flowing in Ye Bufan's eyes was hot tears.

Because, in the dark, there is always a voice in his heart that keeps telling him.

"Your wife and son are still alive. ”

The world of mortals and cultivators is like heaven and earth looking at each other from afar across endless time and space, and it is impossible for a mortal to understand how strange the world of cultivators is in his entire life. The simplest, physical death in the eyes of mortals, in the eyes of cultivators, represents death?

In Zhongzhou Xing, more than thirty years of mortal life will always leave a humble mark on a person, a few months ago, Ye Bufan just pushed open the door of cultivation, and he was still used to looking at everything around him with mortal eyes. Until now, after another night from death to life, the sun scattered its last bit of afterglow on the courtyard wall, and another night was coming, but Ye Bufan saw a trace of "light" in the darkness

Ye Bufan's eyes were no longer blood-colored, and after turning over and sitting up, his back was still close to the gate, and the small courtyard in front of him had just ushered in darkness, and the position by the door was now dark and deep because of the sunlight behind him.

From waking up from that dream to now, Ye Bufan really felt the weakness of his body like a wave of continuous attack, if it wasn't for the wooden door, maybe he would have fallen to the ground of the bluestone slab again and kowtowed again, but after the tears flowed arbitrarily, in the darkness and depth, Ye Bufan's eyes were bright and bright.

After a long and deep breath, all I felt in my chest was the swelling of holding my breath for too long.

Ye Bufan shook his head, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

After carefully touching the hole in the short coat, Ye Bufan stretched out his finger and slowly inserted it into the hole, and after a pause for a while, his fingertips continued to stretch forward, and immediately touched the skin of his abdomen, where the skin became firm and tight because of the perennial labor, and looked cool and smooth because of the rain.

The kind of cold and piercing tearing pain in retrospect, it is still clear that it makes people palpitate but it is like a dream.

What the hell is going on?

In the huge confusion, Ye Bufan lowered his head and thought about it, then moved his body slightly, let his back properly lean on the wooden door, slowly crossed his legs, folded his hands in front of him, and emptied his thoughts, meditated.

The simplest but most important thing for a cultivator is to sit and look inward, as long as he concentrates on the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows according to the exercises, and leads to the divergence of inner knowledge, he can clearly see the body that has been tempered by spiritual power in his consciousness.

Ye Bufan's previous dantian was completely destroyed, the spirit tripod was shattered, and the aura of heaven and earth had lost the place where it gathered and condensed, and it had recovered to the body of a mortal.

But a moment later, Ye Bufan looked inside the dantian, and a wave suddenly rose in the sea of knowledge.

Meditation can be achieved by vipassana, it is this moment of emotional fluctuations, and the technique of vipassana is shattered, causing Ye Bufan's chest to be bored for a while, and in the violent ups and downs of his chest, his body is crooked, and he collapses on the bluestone ground like a puddle of mud.

In the complete dantian spirit tripod, a ball of spiritual power the size of a bean grain with a faint touch of green was running slowly.

Ye Bufan immediately thought of the green flame that penetrated through his body in his dream, and in the dazed surprise, even greater confusion struck.

What is it?