The incense of the flower falling Buddha hall has been exhausted, and the dry Buddha sits alone on the building.

In front of the temple, ask people to pray for good luck, and the old monk silently sweeps the autumn.

Every year, the autumn wind paints a good scene, and the evergreen is beginning to emerge.

It's just that the years are like water, and the Pingjiang River is deeply sad......

The evergreen trees between the mountains and forests seem to be so conspicuous only when the trees are yellow. This is true year after year.

The people of this world are vast, who cares about the withered grass and trees.

It has been decades since Bai Yi died, and the ordinary people of the world have grown old, and countless new people have been born. The flower that grows all over the world is finally forgotten by the world, and only a few people can remember it......

The world also doesn't know that the little girl between the mountains and forests has never grown up......

The vast and endless, the years are like quicksand.

That time is like water, and it is a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

In an unknowable place, a pitch-black book of life and death seemed to have crossed an endless river and drifted into the vast white mist.

In that white mist, I couldn't see everything clearly, as if it was just fluttering, separated from heaven and earth......

A stone tablet to the sky stood in the white mist, like a world.

There was a woman standing under the stone stele, the woman was wearing a white long dress, her slender figure was slim, but there was a golden divine pattern on the woman's forehead, but she couldn't see the woman's face clearly. biquge.biz

The book of life and death floated in front of the woman, shining with black brilliance, as if waiting for something.

I don't know how many years have passed, but a cold and ethereal consciousness slowly awakened in the book of life and death......

It's just that this consciousness seems to be very weak, but it doesn't seem to be able to remember anything.

The wisp of consciousness looked at the vast space in front of it, and slowly fell into a deep sleep again, and it couldn't understand what it was in its ignorant consciousness.

After another unknown number of years, this wisp of consciousness awakened again.

This time he woke up, and this wisp of consciousness seemed to finally have some basic cognition, and he recognized his own existence, and realized the existence of all things in heaven and earth......

It's just that this consciousness still seems to be very weak, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep again, but before falling asleep, he saw the figure of the woman in the white dress in front of him.

This time it was asleep, and that consciousness had been asleep for a long, long time, for an unknown number of years.

The book of life and death that wandered in the world didn't seem to be in a hurry, but it did its best to nourish that consciousness.

And the woman in the long dress under the stone tablet in the fog didn't seem to be in a hurry, she just stood there quietly, as if she had long been accustomed to waiting.

Time flies in this world, and in her eyes it seems to be just a dispensable concept.

She waited quietly for the awakening of that consciousness, as if waiting for a child she had been waiting for for countless years......

It seems that after countless years, after this awakening of consciousness, I realized the words of the world.

Consciousness is like a breeze, and like an invisible thing.

He woke up slowly, confused and ignorant.

With great difficulty and all the known words, this wisp of consciousness asked the first question to the woman in the long white dress:

"You...... What? ”

The woman in the white dress floated in front of the wandering book of life and death, calmly looking at the book of life and death, looking at the ignorant consciousness in the book of life and death.

It took her a long time to understand the first question of this wisp of consciousness.

She thought about it for a long, long time, and then organized the human discourse that she didn't quite understand very well.

"I... Not what. ”

The woman's voice was very beautiful, as if it was the most beautiful voice in the world, but the wisp of consciousness could not be distinguished and understood.

Both of them are people who don't know much about the world's words, and it seems that it is extremely difficult for them to understand each other's questions and answers when they communicate.

The wisp of consciousness hiding in the book of life and death, looking at the detached woman in front of him, seemed to want to take a look at himself.

It's just that he found that he looked different from the other party.

The other party has the shape of someone, and he does not. This book of life and death seems to be just a vehicle for him today.

He's nothing, he's just a wisp of consciousness......

The wisp of consciousness fell silent, and for some reason, a sad mood slowly developed in the consciousness.

After a long time, this wisp of consciousness asked the woman in the white dress in front of him a second question again.

"I... Why? ”

This time, the woman in the white dress didn't seem to understand the problem of consciousness, and thought about it for a long, long time.

Time is passing rapidly, and it seems that this question has made her think about it for years.

However, she still couldn't figure it out after all.

"I don't understand ......"

Consciousness fell silent, and he looked at the woman in front of him and felt a little sad.

Exhaustion strikes, and consciousness falls into a deep sleep again.

The woman in the white dress watched her consciousness fall asleep again, and her face showed a hint of confusion, but she continued to wait.

Yingying is depressed, and it is another few years........

When he regained consciousness, he found that the woman in front of him was still standing there...... She doesn't seem to have a concept of time, and she doesn't find it boring.

And after the consciousness awakened this time, there were many more things in the consciousness, but he still didn't know what he was......

"What am I?" This is the third problem of consciousness in the unknown number of years, but it seems to be the second problem.

The woman in the white dress understood this question, but it took some time to think about it.

She couldn't define what the current state of this consciousness was, but she was trying her best to answer the other party with her jerky words.

"Raw... Die...... Between! ”

Consciousness understood the woman's answer, but could not understand the meaning.

"What... Is it raw? What... Is it death? What... Is it in between? ”

The woman in the white dress thought about it for a long time, and finally gave the answer.

"Raw... Exist! Die... Non-existent! ......The woman thought for a long time, gently raised her hand, tapped two points above the void, and then pointed to the position between the two points.

"It's ...... Between! ”

The consciousness fell silent again, and after a long, long silence it continued to ask, "What is... Existence, what is... Non-existent? ”

The woman looked at this ignorant consciousness, and gently waved her slender jade hand to draw a person in the void.

"Being..."

Then the woman erased the man in the void, "There is no existence." ”

Consciousness watched the woman's movements and explanations, and slowly understood the woman's meaning, but asked again, "Existence... Non-existent...... In between, what's that? ”

The woman pointed at her consciousness lightly and spoke softly.

"You... It is. ”

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