"Bang", the air seemed to be broken, and on the side of a mountain road with gentle terrain and lush forests, Fu Qingyun's skinny figure suddenly appeared. He was lying flat under a small tree in the mountains, his eyes closed, his hair unkempt, his clothes had long been torn to powder in the cracks of time and space, and he was naked with a scarf unhung.

Fu Qingyun's eyes were tightly closed, still in a confusion alternating between pain and comfort.

In the midst of the upside down, Fu Qingyun suddenly realized that there was something more in his mind, a golden rune was circulating, and the seven pictures and texts below were shining.

Fu Qingyun woke up in shock, and his pupils gradually focused. Suddenly, a round of high hanging full moon came into view, and Fu Qingyun opened his mouth in shock, looking dazed. He muttered dreamily, "Is this hell or heaven, and why is there a moon?"

Fu Qingyun sat up with his hands on the ground, turned his head blankly and looked around, both sides of the path were full of dense and emerald green shrubs and weeds, it seemed that it was early spring, and the weather was no longer so cold; in the bushes and jungles, the homing birds were jumping back and forth between the branches, chirping non-stop, and they were very uneasy about him, an uninvited guest; looking along the path, you could vaguely see the hills of high and low under the moonlight, the hills were gentle and low, and they were by no means like the Qinshan Mountains and rivers that he was familiar with; between the hills, a relatively wide official road went around the hills, and the gray-black sloping houses were scattered on both sides of the official road, but there were no cooking lights and lights, and there was a dead silence。

Fu Qingyun muttered in a low voice: "This is not heaven, nor is it like hell, is my soul still in the world."

Fu Qingyun was confused, and his mind was a mess. He thought that maybe the people who died in vain could not die, and maybe he had become a lonely ghost wandering the world. He moved his legs, feeling that his legs and feet were already conscious, his bare legs were a little cold, he might not have walked for a long time, and his legs and feet were still a little sore, but he didn't know why his soul had these feelings.

He is cheerful by nature and is at peace with what happens, but when he encounters a big disaster, life is no longer interesting, and it is better to break it off as soon as possible than to spend his life in a wheelchair. Now that he has become a lonely ghost, he doesn't care what the rune that appears in his mind is, or whether it is heaven, hell, or earth.

In the middle of menstruation, the mist lingered in the mountains, Fu Qingyun found some leaves to cover his body, and fell asleep against the trunk. His whole body relaxed, and he slept very soundly and deeply.

......

"Hoofs, hooves, hooves, rattles, rattles, ......", the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the ground and rolling wheels came from the official road under the hills, waking Fu Qingyun from his slumber.

Fu Qingyun rubbed his eyes, and the morning sun fell on his body through the branches, shining warmly all over his body. Fu Qingyun lost his mind for a moment, was startled, and quickly shrank his body to a place where the sun could not shine under the dense branches like an electric shock.

Seeing that the skin irradiated by the sun was nothing unusual, Fu Qingyun looked thoughtfully at the dappled sunlight on the ground, stretched out a finger to catch a ray of sunlight, there was no burning pain, and there was no feeling of discomfort, but felt extremely warm.

Fu Qingyun frowned, his face was dazed, and he said that ghosts can't see the sun, why is he okay in the sun. He carefully moved his body gradually to a place where the sun was shining, and the soft sunlight of the early morning illuminated his whole body warmly and comfortably.

"Am I not dead, this is impossible!" Fu Qingyun muttered to himself. He slowly straightened up with the little tree, and his waist and legs were obviously more aware than yesterday. He took a careful step, and although his legs and feet were still a little soft, he could walk slowly.

At this time, there was a "gurgling" cry in his abdomen, and Fu Qingyun remembered that he hadn't eaten salt and rice for almost a day. Fu Qingyun looked at his leg and secretly wondered: "Is it true that I am not dead, but how can this waist and leg that has been paralyzed for several months have consciousness, it is incredible." ”

The sun had swept up the branches, and the morning sun was shining all over the ground, reflecting a golden yellow everywhere. Fu Qingyun was naked, sat on a square stone with his head in his hands, rubbed his messy hair and thought, "Could it be that when I fell into the turbulence of time and space, the violent turbulence tore through my body and caused my paralyzed lower limbs to regain consciousness?"

He remembered that when he fell into the river, he was squeezed and torn by a violent air current, and just when he was in pain, a dignified and grand dragon roared, and the words "bright light" resounded in his ears, and now he still feels deafening when he thinks about it.

As soon as he thought of the words "shine brightly", Fu Qingyun woke up suddenly, and it seemed that a golden rune broke into his mind in the turbulence.

The golden rune that broke into my mind was as clear as if I had recited it dozens or hundreds of times when I was studying.

The golden runes circulated in his mind, and the words "Great Light Sutra" at the beginning were shining with golden light. Underneath it is a rune: "The one who is the light, the god is also, the head of the heart, the cardinal of all things." The heart is the lord of God, God is the lord of qi, and the spirit is the god of friendship, the mystery of the mystery......; It is dark in all directions, the hole in the belly shines, and the root is not spoken, and the door is closed; the outer darkness is bright inside, and the gods gradually light, beginning like fireflies, and long like electric light; ...... Ren Governor rotates, the eight veins are connected, bright and bright, and self-illuminating. ”

There are not many runes, about 300 characters in the whole body. Beneath the runes, there were seven drawings with golden light. The first picture is called "Viewing Lotus", and a lotus flower in the picture is crystal clear, like a jade carving, and the flower has nine petals. The second picture is called "Qi Refining", and the picture is a map of the meridians of the human body, and the air pockets are clearly marked. The third picture is called "Imperial Qi", and a small golden spider keeps weaving a huge spider web. The fourth picture is "Divine Movement", in which the dantian is a bright golden lotus, and the sea of qi circulates around the golden lotus. The fifth picture is titled "God Shape", which shows a humanoid phantom King Kong sitting in a posture with his hands in the sky, in a strange posture. In the sixth picture, "Ziyang", a phantom in the picture keeps changing its movements, and with each move, the purple mangs shoot vigorously, like nature, like martial arts, and nothing. The last picture is called "Bright", and the lotus flower turns into a golden bead, like the sky of the great sun, and the light is incomparably bright.

"Gurgling ......!" At this time, there was another cry in his abdomen, and Fu Qingyun withdrew from his thoughts, no longer thinking about which pictures and texts. I don't know what the meaning of these pictures and texts is, but my stomach is empty, my hunger and thirst are unbearable, and finding something to satisfy my stomach is a top priority.

Fu Qingyun got up and found a cut of wooden power to make a crutch, picked some thick branches and leaves to surround his lower body, and limped towards the bottom of the mountain with a wooden stick.

The ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao made Fu Qingyun suffer the pain of bereavement at a young age and became an orphan, and when he was full of enthusiasm and ambition, he gave him a fatal blow and became a waste man waiting for death.

People who have often died once will feel more and more precious about life. When a person like Fu Qingyun who is desperate for death is pulled back from Huangquan Road, sees the first ray of sunshine, and inhales the first breath of air, he will also feel the beauty of life, and will no longer have the idea of seeking death, but will cherish the gift of life even more.

Fu Qingyun held a wooden stick and walked along the mountain road with difficulty, staggering. Although the road ahead is slim and unpredictable, after several lives and deaths, his face shows a rare resolute look on his face.