Yuan Zhen died, and he and the Soul Purifier died together.

Facing the illusory and empty hall, he vaguely remembered that he had wives who loved each other deeply, but when he thought about it carefully, it was like an illusion, and he didn't have too many memories except for inexplicable heartache. He still vaguely remembers that he has crossed paths with many people, and even killed many with his own hands, and the clearest memory in his mind is the sound of "bang" the world shattering.

Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's eternal, Yuan Zhen can feel that his memory and soul are beginning to dissipate, the hall in front of him is strange and familiar, everything seems to be disintegrating, silent and irreversible.

Suddenly, a strange and familiar voice came again.

"Satoruko, it's your turn. ”

The old monk put down a piece on the chessboard, and then he remained motionless, and his two withered fingers rested weakly on the edge of the chessboard, as if he had lost its support, and he was about to fall headlong.

"Old thief, thousands of years ago, there was a dumb riddle in your Buddhism, which asked: There is a wind blowing the sail, is it the wind or the sail?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and muttered in his mouth: "For a while, my teacher preached the Dharma Temple, the ceiling fell and the ground swelled, and the wind came." The teacher asked, 'The wind moves, the sails move, which moves?' and a monk said, 'The wind blows the sails.' A monk said, 'The sail moves and the wind blows.' A monk rose up and said, "If it is not the wind or the sail, the benevolent person is moved." 'Wonderful!'

"What a 'benevolent heart', you say that everything is empty, and all images are empty. Since all the appearances in heaven and earth are false, what is your so-called benevolent being?

"The Buddha is 9,999 trillion because he is stupid, and all the sufferings in the world have turned into deep sea sand, and he will no longer appear, but he can be a great benevolent. ”

"You can't see this broken world, and the way your Buddhists are transformed is to destroy them all?"

"If you are stubborn, you can destroy it. ”

"Ridiculous!"

"The Buddha is born from the heart, and it is self-sufficient. In this world, all the people have a broad road to achieve supreme bliss, but people's hearts are dirty, and only by removing the chaff can we get our own self. My Buddha is compassionate, and thousands of Buddha seeds have been sown all over the world. From then on, everyone in the world knows their own hearts and minds, and there is no difference. If you move, you will live, and if you are still, you will die. To be born to save the sick and suffering, and to die and live in compassion is for the benevolent, and the heart is also moved. ”

No matter how beautifully the words "sow the Buddha's seeds, save suffering, and live compassion", they are just trying to manipulate the world. I have thousands of sons and people, the primates of heaven and earth, the six and eight wildernesses come and go, the nine heavens and ten lands can be vertical and horizontal, who is willing to be a puppet?"

"It's not a puppet, it's a perfect person, and then a Buddha. ”

"Hmph, you are a monk, and you are more willing to kill than me on the chessboard, and you still talk to me about compassion?"

There was a snap, and as soon as the words fell, a son fell.

Won-jeong likes black, but he can't remember when he started liking black, he just thinks that black makes him feel very comfortable and very safe. So when he opened his eyes and sat up from the darkness, there was no panic. Of course, it's more likely that he lost all his memories.

Yuan Zhen died, and he and the Soul Purifier died together.

Yuan Zhen lived, and someone salvaged him from the long river of time and death.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his body was unusually heavy. The limbs seemed to be firmly locked in huge chains.

"Who am I?" he only remembered that he had a strange dream, but the strange scene seemed familiar, but he did not understand the conversation between the monk and the Taoist priest.

In the pure darkness, time loses its meaning, and Won-jeong can't remember anything except this dream, he can only chew everything in this dream repeatedly. Until one day, he showed a smile that he had not seen in a long time, as clean and pure as a white water lily spread on a pond in the drizzle.

"I see. ”

He slowly stood up, and with a flick of his finger, a drop of golden liquid appeared out of thin air in the void and dripped onto the chain. The golden raindrops grew more and more, so much so that it seemed to be a silent drizzle, slowly melting the chains, and then merging into a tiny pond at the bottom of Yuanzhen's feet. A glittering white lotus flower slowly emerged from the small pond and then bloomed. The light illuminated Yuanzhen's toes, which were as round and crystalline as jade beans under his tattered dark clothes, and then spread throughout his body as his legs spread, peeling off pieces of his originally yellow, chapped skin, revealing new skin like mutton fat and white jade.

Yuan Zhen waved his hands, and a large white lotus bloomed happily around him.

"It turned out to be a prison. ”

The brilliance of the white lotus stretched out the wet black light, and at the junction of black and white, a tiny lotus flower continued to arise, and it was constantly swallowed by this thick and viscous darkness.

Instead of bursting, the bubble grew bigger and bigger. The dense prison cells around Yuan Zhen were illuminated. Among them were countless prisoners with empty eyes, illuminated by the white light, screaming one after another, like evil spirits, but their bodies were motionless. Xu was shaken by the screams, and the dark red rust fell off the iron fence of the cell, and smashed to the ground and turned into red smoke and dust. An inexplicable smell spread along with the smoke.

The smell was unusually mixed, with the fragrance of freshly steamed rice, the smell of meat, the smell of tea, and the smell of women's fat powder, mixed with the smell of blood, and even the smell of filthy excrement. The stench is faint at first, but when you notice it, it starts to run wild, so much so that it seems that all that is left is this strong stench.

The light under Yuan Zhen's feet finally shone in all directions, and he looked up and saw an iron plaque in front of him, and the word "Prison Town" was imposing and extremely oppressive. Underneath it is an old man who seems to have been sitting for a thousand years but is spotless.

Black. This was Yuan Zhen's first impression of the old man, because his black hair was too dark and long.

White. This is Yuan Zhen's deepest impression of the old man, because his wide white robe is too eye-catching on the black ground, as if it reflects the light from tens of millions of years ago, or hundreds of millions of miles away.

"Not only are you not dead, but you seem to be showing signs of breaking out of the cage. Weird. ”

Old. This is Yuan Zhen's most intuitive impression of the old man, not only because there are too many wrinkles on his face, but also because his voice is hoarse and ethereal, like a candle in the wind.

"Dare to ask His Holiness, how many prison cells are there here?"

"I don't know. ”

"What do you not know?"

"Do you know how many drops of water are in a river?"

"I don't know. ”

"You don't have to know, it's from here. ”

Yuan Zhen looked left and right: "Ah, I understand! It turns out that you are the ferryman in this river." ”

"At first, some people thought I was going to go down to the river to fish, some people thought I was going to build an embankment to intercept the flow, and some people were like you, thinking that I was a ferryman who collected money to cross the river. Later, everyone called me the prison envoy, and they went to great lengths to build an iron plaque for me. ”

"Don't you like it?"

"I'm not a prison envoy, I'm just an ordinary person who treks hard through this chasm of time. They didn't know that I couldn't go down to the river to fish, and I couldn't do anything to build an embankment, and I didn't even think I could find the river. ”

"You're not an ordinary person, at least not at all. ”

"What you see may not be true. ”

"Who are you, and what is that river you're looking for?"

"Who are you?" asked the warden suddenly.

With a bang, many chaotic memories in Yuan Zhen's mind exploded.

In fact, memories are very similar to moss, we always think that they will grow green, and in the end, when we look back, they are all pale on the walls of the years. But the corners that you least expect the most, that you think are the darkest, or even that you have long forgotten, often grow the most luxuriantly. One day, I suddenly caught a glimpse of that deep green, and it may soon spread to the entire memory.

The moss on the stone often grows in the cracks of the stone, perhaps to heal, or to nourish, but in any case, the cracks are the most vulnerable places of hard stones. Xu has been beaten and tempered, and the moss on the stone is often seen green, which means calm and new life. The moss on the wood, on the other hand, grows haphazardly, and this growth is often accompanied by decay and decay, so it is seen black.

On this wall, a mixture of black and gray, brown and brown panels of broken wood, moss grows unchecked, delighting in destruction and destruction. Xu is influenced by the family who lives here, as if even Moss has become the most unreasonable intruder. Wu Shu and his aunt have lived here for five years, seven months and three days.

Wu Shu didn't care at all about the damp and rotten wooden house, still wearing the long robe covered with a large patch of mud and pushing open the old wooden door, the joy from the bottom of his heart, as if a gorgeous palace was waiting for him behind the door.

"Auntie, I know my path!"

"Oh, that's great!" said a voice like a hollow valley from a woman working on a makeshift stove. She wore a blue and white floral headscarf, and the indigo coarse cloth dress on her body was old and white, but Wu Shu liked this clean and tidy old very much. It's like the most fitting and familiar feeling you get when you wash an old towel you've used for years and then dry it, and you pick it up and buy it for your face. That's the most rustic warmth.

The moment the woman turned around, Wu Shu felt that the world had suddenly darkened a little—those eyes were too bright. The bright eyes and the white face like the silver moon made Wu Shu stunned for a long time.

"Auntie, what are you...... It's ......"

Wu Shu has never felt that he is a person who is not good at words, but he is indeed a little clumsy at the moment. The woman in front of her was completely different except for the expression between her eyebrows and eyes, which was nine points similar to the old aunt of Longzhong. Except for a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the slight gray hair on her temples, the aunt in Wu Shu's impression has become a perfect woman at this moment.

"Oh, you go to find Yuanzhen, I'm a little worried, I can't help but want to go out for a walk, and I just happened to see him wandering around the street, full of ghosts. I just wanted to ask him if he saw you, who knew that he somehow made me rain and blamed me for soiling his clothes. ”

"How dare you go to Yuanzhen? You can actually go to Yuanzhen? haha. Wu Shu couldn't help laughing, because he felt that things were too ridiculous, in his memory, this so-called aunt was just a prostitute whose father had not had time to get involved, and for more than forty years, cowardice and cowardice had long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. His proximity to her was inexplicable, perhaps because of the instinctive attraction of two faint fires after the family was ruined? Wu Shu didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he just wanted a companion, and it didn't matter if it was a person or something else who could give this companionship. However, this is the same person who is trembling and fearing for his own safety. Wu Shu had something completely new in his heart that began to sprout.

"You're still smiling? Look you're dirty. Take it off. As she spoke, she walked briskly behind Wu Shu and helped him take off his clothes, like a fluttering butterfly.

"You...... Is your leg okay?" Wu Shu turned his senses and carefully looked at this woman who had undergone earth-shaking changes, and found that her whole body was magically full of vitality and vitality, and her vitality seemed to be overflowing. This is an incredible thing for a woman in her forties. What's more, she was still on the sickbed a few days ago, and she was declining day by day. Now, not only is she gone, but her whole person has been reborn.

"Yes, the rain that Yuan Zhen let me drench was very strange, at that time I only felt that the rain was like steel needles, piercing me one after another, it hurt very much, I thought I was going to die, my body couldn't move, and my brain was muddy. Later, when I came to my senses, I found that after spitting a few mouthfuls of blood, my body had become much better, and I could feel that I was starting to get younger at that time. ”

"Just a few mouthfuls of blood?"

"That's right. ”

Wu Shu waved his hand lightly, and a layer of white light shrouded the woman. After a moment, he sighed softly, "Yuan Zhen used the rain silk as a knife to remove the rotten muscles on your body, and straightened out your vitality by the way. You are now the equivalent of being born again. ”

"Alas, speaking of which, I cursed Yuanzhen that day and died well, and the next time I see it, I'm afraid I not only have to apologize, but also thank people. ”

"No, I don't have to. ”

"Oh, why? By the way, you went to find Yuan Zhen, what kind of magic did he pass on to you? I just saw you enter the door with a happy look, it must be very powerful. ”

"I didn't get it in exchange for the magic strategy, and I lost the family heirloom. ”

"This ...... This ......"

"I'll call you Shenzi from now on. ”

"Uh...... And that's okay. It's just a pity that baby. ”

"I don't know what's the use of it anyway. ”

"That's right. Did Won-jeong snatch it?"

"Nope. He traded this copper cup for me. ”

"That's too bullying, isn't it?"

"It's okay, at least I know my way. Besides, I'll change it back one day. ”

"Hey, why would you help me when you say he's so bad?"

"Maybe it's crazy, right?"

Wu Shu likes to chat with Shenzi, some of which she understands, and some of which she doesn't. But they chatted in small pieces until the night slowly climbed up the wall like moss. The warm yellow light in the house came out of the window, and from a distance, it flickered with the wind, like the whispers scattered in the dark night, like the only scorching star embedded in this slum.