It was recorded in "Journey to the North", "The life of people is the gathering of qi; If you are a disciple of death, what trouble will I have?"

Human life and death are nothing but the temporary gathering and dispersion of qi, the gathering of qi leads to birth, and the dispersion of qi leads to death, and life and death are just different manifestations of qi in various stages of life.

If this breath has not been dispersed, does it mean that even if the body returns to nothingness, the spirit can always be preserved?

Zhuangzi believes that life and death are nothing more than the gathering and dispersion of qi, so what is this so-called "qi"?

The third realm, heaven and earth refining qi, what is refining?

Could there be any correlation between the two?

With all kinds of doubts, Ye Qin fell into a deeper level of meditation.

One breath was deeply hidden in his body by him, constantly circulating.

At this moment, he has entered the third realm, and he no longer cares about whether his life can be extended.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

Ye Qin no longer had any regrets in his heart, and he didn't even care about life and death.

This feeling of detachment from the world made his exhausted spirit extremely active, and even grew a lot, and he kept moving towards the void.

Those gray substances, traveling all over the world with his spirit, constantly exploring nothingness, made Ye Qin's soul extremely comfortable, which can be said to be hearty.

And in reality.

Ye Qin had already closed his eyes, and the entire snake was hovering in place, its scales were also dim, and it looked like it was dead.

The small animals around him formed a circle, like the stars and the moon, tears flashing, and his expression was humanized sadness.

The moonlight sprinkled on Ye Qin's body, as if he was seeing him off, and it looked like he was holding some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.

And at the foot of the mountain, the woman lying on the bed was already angry.

As her condition deteriorated, even if she was hung on her body with medication, it still didn't help, and she had been lying in bed for many days, unable to get out of bed and walk normally.

On this day, she seemed to feel something, and called the village chief and his party, as well as Hu Xiaocao.

Hu Xiaocao grabbed the woman's cold hand, tears flickered, and her eyes were red when she was already crying, "Mom, don't leave me, Xiaocao will be very obedient." ”

The woman raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch her head, but in the end, her hands fell down without strength, and she had no choice but to give up.

"Ahem, Xiaocao, in the future, you have to listen to the village chief and uncle, your mother is gone, you have to take good care of yourself, and you have to worship the mountain god on time"

The woman said a lot in fits and starts, and coughed incessantly during the period, which made people worry that she would die halfway through her speech.

"Sister of the Hu family, take a rest first."

The woman shook her head, her pale face reflected her red eyes, "I'm afraid that if I don't say it now, I won't have a chance in the future." ”

She looked at the village chief, her expression full of pleading.

"Village chief, after I leave, please take care of Xiaocao, she is also pitiful, she has no father since she was a child, and now I am leaving."

The village chief nodded hurriedly and assured, "This is natural. ”

His tone was stunned, his voice was a little choked, and he couldn't bear to say: "After you leave, we big guys will take good care of Xiaocao, you can rest assured." ”

"The village chief, as well as Uncle Zhang and Aunt Li. Thanks to your care for our mother and mother over the years, and your great kindness, I can't pay it back in this life, so I can only make cattle and horses for you in the next life. ”

A short and fat woman next to her wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were red.

"What are you talking about, sister of the Hu family, our villagers, when you say this, you will see the outside, don't worry, I will take care of Xiaocao as my own child in the future."

"Thank you so much."

The woman has never read a book and has no culture, so she can only thank her again and again, hoping that after her death, the villagers will take more care of Xiaocao.

A mother to the end of her life, still thinking about her children.

"Xiaocao, mom is also sorry for you, this seriously ill body, if you don't say anything about it, I won't be able to accompany you in the future, you must listen to everyone."

After saying these words, the woman seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her face turned even paler, and her breathing became short.

Hu Xiaocao couldn't help crying, sobbing and begging the woman not to go.

It's summer, but the woman's body temperature is incredibly low.

Hu Xiaocao tried hard to rub the woman's hands, trying to make her body warmer, but it had no effect.

Everyone present was moved when they saw such a scene.

Aunt Li pulled Hu Xiaocao, wiped her tears, and comforted: "Xiaocao, your mother is just too tired, you need to take a good rest." ”

Hu Xiaocao, who has always been sensible, seems a little tough at this moment.

"If you lie, Mom won't be able to wake up after resting, just like Dad."

In the past, Hu Xiaocao did not understand what death meant.

Her mother told her that her father had gone far away, and every time Hu Xiaocao thought about her father, she would sit at the entrance of the village and wait.

But she waited until dawn until dark, and she didn't see the familiar figure.

When she asked again, her mother told her that her father had become a little star and was watching the grass in the sky.

Hu Xiaocao carried a small stool, sat in the yard, looked up at the starry sky, and wanted to find the star that belonged to his father.

There were too many stars in the sky, Hu Xiaocao was crying urgently, and he didn't find it.

Then, she knew that her father was dead and couldn't come back, and from that time on, Hu Xiaocao had the concept of death in her little head.

But now my mother has to be the same as my father, how can she accept this kind of blow after blow at a young age.

Hu Xiaocao's eyes were red, she couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out.

"Grass!"

Aunt Li originally wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by the village chief, "Let the baby go, Xiaocao is bitter in her heart." ”

Seeing that the woman was critically ill and Xiaocao was still young, the villagers could only help to arrange the white things in advance, waiting for the day when the woman died and was buried.

Lao Zhang, who made coffins in the east of the village, had nothing to say about his craftsmanship, good quality, good price and conscience, knew that the conditions of the mother and daughter were not good, and learned that the woman did not have much time, so he didn't say a word, and gave the coffin for free.

Soon the courtyard was filled with white flags, and there were some items to be used for holding white events, and the expressions on the faces of everyone who entered and exited the courtyard were full of heaviness.

There was a suffocating aura of death in the courtyard, which almost overwhelmed Hu Xiaocao.

She watched the villagers rush in and out, her eyes swollen like walnuts, and she didn't eat for most of the day.

Aunt Li couldn't look at it, so she brought a bowl of rice, not to mention an egg lying on it, and a large piece of sizzling bacon was sandwiched, which made people have a great appetite.

If it was in normal times, Hu Xiaocao would definitely gobble up without saying a word, but now she just looked at the woman's room in a daze.

It's like a kind of escape psychology, as long as Hu Xiaocao doesn't look at it, her mother will always be there.

She was really scared, and when she stepped into the room again, she saw her mother's face sleeping forever.

(End of chapter)