Therefore, in multiple space-time, although there are multiple dust sources, any change in the dust source in each layer of space-time will cause the same change, and everything is synchronized, which is a collection of existence that is rational and objective materialism.

The huge annular space of the dust source is full of stars, like the vast universe, vast, and each star is a bright light, representing a person's life, which can only be entered once in a lifetime, so in each layer of time and space, only one light can be lit.

At this moment, the bottom of the dust source was already full of people, and their faces were extremely religious. He Yinuo and Bai Qin came directly below the source of the dust, and they poked their palms into the watery fluctuating space, and soon their figures were shrouded in light and disappeared.

A moment later, the space fluctuated, and their figures appeared in another space, the surrounding area was empty and flat, as far as the eye could see, only ten zhang in front of them stood a towering ancient tree, with dense vines, like a dragon walking and walking like a snake.

At this moment, He Yinuo was holding a bright lamp in his hand, but he looked at the ancient tree, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was deep doubt on his face.

Bai Qin looked at him, with the same confusion on his face, and asked with a gesture, "What's wrong?"

"Bai Qin, do you remember how the old man in the village told about the source of the dust?" He Yinuo said with a hint of half-belief.

Bai Qin was a little inexplicable, and after thinking for a while, he conveyed the meaning to him through Xiaolong.

"The old people used to say that when you enter this source of dust, it will automatically lead you to the ancient tree of your own. And in this source of dust, a person can only light one lamp in his life, and in order to obtain shelter, he can place it on the ancient tree that belongs to him. ”

"What's wrong?"

When He Yinuo heard this, his face became more puzzled, and then he pointed to the ancient tree, and said, "Look!"

Bai Qin looked in the direction He Yinuo pointed, and after a while, there was a deep confusion.

In front of them, on the big tree that belonged to He Yinuo, there were dozens of bright lights, which were uncertain and reflected each other.

And thinking of the origin of this dust source, He Yinuo couldn't help but murmur in his heart, could it be that I have existed for more than one life, more than one time and space?

Is the scene in my dream false or real? Is it the experience of me in another time and space?

The source of dust is an existence beyond reality, even if it exists in multiple time and space, multiple dimensions, it is also synchronous and unique. Therefore, if the lights are lit in different dimensions, then they will also exist in another time and space.

It's just that these are not things he can figure out in a short period of time after all, he hides these confusions in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, he releases the light in his hand.

The lights slowly drifted to the top of the ancient tree, and together with the dozens of bright lights, they illuminated half of the starry sky.

After lighting the source lamp, the two of them did not stop too much here, and after wandering around the market, they set out on the way back.

For a period of time in the future, He Yinuo followed Bai Qin's family, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, living a simple life as an ordinary mortal.

Later, he learned that Bai Qin's father was quite prestigious in the city, his name was Bai Feng, and the people in the city respected him as Bai Lao.

He was famous for a craft that traveled thousands of miles to the nearest place: weaving. Whether it is made of bamboo slips, twine, cotton thread, or simple straw, what is woven from his hands seems to have transcended the thing itself, and has been endowed with a hint of spirituality.

And the most famous of them is the scarecrow he weaves. The straw man, which was originally a dead thing, seemed to be given life after passing through his hands, and mortals only felt lifelike and realistic with the naked eye, and if it was a cultivator, these scarecrows were like spirits, just like sword spirits and fairy spirits.

He Yinuo didn't think so at first, and he didn't have any intention of doing this, he spent almost every day and night in remorse and self-blame. Now not only is the Tao completely lost, but even a sound mortal can't reach it, and he can't even walk the road without crutches.

He wanted to open the second bag at such a moment and ask his father for help, but he lost his cultivation, and he couldn't even turn it in.

Day after day, his depressed will continued to torment him, struggling repeatedly between sinking and sobriety.

Many times he thought about giving up, giving up everything he carried, everything he was obsessed with, giving up his past, forgetting his past. In this cosy town, spend the rest of your life quietly like an ordinary person.

It's just that whenever he looks up at the sky and looks at the familiar starry sky, his thoughts seem to return to the original time, as if he saw his childhood self in a trance.

Standing by the riverside and looking up at the same starry sky, young and ignorant but ambitious, no one can underestimate the young and frivolous heart at that moment.

Later, whenever he was frustrated, he liked to look at the night sky and look for answers there, but he didn't know how many times a person had to look up to have his own starry sky.

When He Yinuo regained his strength, things suddenly took a turn for the better. One day, a visitor from outside came to look for the white maple and gave it a lot of money. It's just that he didn't come to buy these finished knitted products, but only made one request, and that was to sit and watch him weave.

Bai Feng did not refuse his request, but declined his gift, and said to him, "I do this, it is enough to be able to support my family, if I am only greedy for money, I will betray my original intention, and once I lose my original intention, I will also lose that state of mind, so that what I pursue will become a drag on me." ”

As soon as these words came out, the other party was full of admiration for Bai Feng, and then came to Bai Qin's home every afternoon, while watching Bai Feng weaving, he was also constantly learning, and did not leave until night fell every day.

It's just that in He Yinuo's opinion, this matter is a little strange, others don't know, but he knows that the other party is a cultivator, although he can't feel what level the other party's cultivation is at now, but that breath is indeed there.

And Bai Qin's family treats him like a relative, and they have an unrequited life-saving grace, so even if he takes a risk, he has to understand this matter.

That night, the other party left on time as usual, and He Yinuo followed all the way until he came out of the city.

At this time, the other party stopped, was silent for a moment, his eyes still stayed in front of him, and said lightly, "You limped so far with me, and now you have left the town, but what do you have to say to me?

He Yinuo was not surprised to be discovered by the other party, no matter how much he hid his whereabouts, he could not escape the eyes and ears of the cultivator, he came behind the person and said solemnly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be an ordinary mortal, but a person who cultivates the true Dao, right?"

"Is this an affirmative tone or a rhetorical tone?" the other party said unhurriedly, as if he didn't care about what he said.

"I don't care if you really want to learn the art of weaving or if you have another purpose, but they have no grievances with you, and I hope you will not hurt them under any circumstances. He Yinuo's words were sincere, for the sake of Bai Qin's family, he could let go of everything.

"I don't know who your name is, but you can tell that I'm a cultivator, but, no matter what my purpose is, do you think you're qualified to negotiate with me?"

The other party still stood quietly in place, but his words became a little sharp.

At this moment, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the coolness is pressing, as if there is a hidden murderous intention.

"Cultivating the truth, stepping on the road to heaven, it is too late, there is no time to go, the love is deep, I regret the beginning, the ridiculous sky is like an ant, who is crazy and who is sad!" He Yinuo sang loudly to the moonlit night. Over the years, his understanding of this sentence has become more and more profound.

When the other party heard this, his body trembled slightly, as if he didn't expect to be able to say such extraordinary words from the mouth of a mortal.

He turned around, his face was still indifferent, and after carefully looking at He Yinuo, he seemed to frown slightly, and he understood everything in just a moment, and said lightly, "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

He Yinuo knew that things had taken a turn for the better, so he replied, "I'm just a nobody, it doesn't matter who my surname is, I've even forgotten my name for so many years, you can call me Tianjiao." Then I don't know if your Excellency has a great name?"

"Heavenly Tribulation? The other party whispered to himself, and then snorted coldly, and his face suddenly turned cold.

Seeing this, He Yinuo's heart was cold, but the bad premonition still came.

The other party's Buddha sleeve waved, and suddenly a strong force pounced on him, He Yinuo was already on crutches, but at this moment he was pounced on vigorously, and his body suddenly flew backwards like a kite with a broken line, and he rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

He forcibly held it up with one hand, his heart rolled for a while, his throat was a day, and he spat a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was really embarrassed at this moment.

Before he could speak, he said to the other person, "Hmph, pretend to be a ghost!" I feel traces of the loss of cultivation from you, which means that you were also a cultivator before, maybe you are still a dominant figure. But now that you are just a mortal with no power, why should you pretend to be superior and self-respecting! I don't think you know who you are until now. ”

After speaking, the Buddha waved his sleeves and turned to leave. Only He Yinuo was left alone to look at the ground in front of him.

The other party's words hit his heart directly at this moment, maybe what the other party said was not wrong, he has always been too self-righteous, and always feels that everything is taken for granted, even if he is completely lost in cultivation and reduced to Si, he has not changed his state of mind.

I used to think about the true meaning of cultivation with the heart of a mortal, looking for what it means to cultivate the true path, and I used to think that I could empathize with it and understand the mysteries.

However, when he truly became a mortal, everything was left behind, as if he had come to the end of the world, and he became at a loss. What the other party said is not wrong, I have not really let go so far.