"Whew..."

The south wind goes north, bringing dark clouds to cover the sky.

In the north corner, there was darkness in the wilderness, gradually merging with the blue sky. People's field of vision can only extend for hundreds of battles, and even the towering Fangcun Peak four hundred miles ahead cannot be seen. The earth seemed to fall asleep. Thunder, however, rumbled and rolled in the southeast, as if wrapped tightly in the dense layers of dark clouds, struggling to no avail. The dull roar of thunder, dull as that of an unawakened person, roared slowly after a few breaths of lightning. Lightning, in the vast northeast sky, on the black clouds like broken cotton wool, tore the silver-white cracks of the debut. It was so hot that the cicadas on the trees even howled in the wind.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth.

Smell the wind and know that a rainstorm is coming...

"Quick, Uncle Xiao said that it will rain in the evening. ”

"It's time to set up the shelves, but we'll have to hurry up and cover the canopy. ”

"Senior Sister Fei, Senior Brother Seventh asked you to send some iron nails over!"

"You go and get it yourself, I'll have to tie the horse ring first. ”

"Dao Sheng's handsome tent has been completed, let Uncle Xiao come over!"

"Oh, that's good!"

“......”

In the southwest of the wilderness, thousands of horses were trapped by the waterhole. The wind and clouds frightened the horses, the horses' hooves were panicked, the horses whistled irritablely, and the tight reins rubbed on the stakes, scraping off layers of sawdust and being blown away by the wind. There were people pounding wooden stakes in the horse circle, the unfinished barracks outside the horse pen were jagged, and people were hurrying back and forth in the darkness. Or digging and piling mounds by the camp, or tying tents to barracks, or carrying various materials on their backs through the storm.

The wind was strong and was raging rapidly. The scraps of the dead grass were hidden in the wind and flew wildly, blowing so hard that people's eyes could not open them, and at some point they blew away the curtains of the royal blue light car, and broke half of the wooden windows.

The sultry wind poured in from outside the window, wantonly playing with the clothes and long hair of the people in the carriage. The white robe was raised high, and the salva rattled. White hair flies like the Milky Way pouring water. The white eyes are ruthless, looking coldly at the darkness, and behind the darkness there is light everywhere.

You can't see it, but you can feel it.

It's cold, it's not as cold as usual...

"Shizun once said that Xia Xun is your third rival. ”

The indifferent tone seemed lonely in the wind, without cause and effect, like a cold light flashing through the darkness. This way of speaking is in line with Mo Yan's consistent style, and Yu Youran is silent.

After waiting for a while, Mo Yan asked indifferently: "You once explained that the third life is the previous life, the present life, and the future life. But I never understand, where is the afterlife?"

The slender pale palm slowly stretched out from the sleeve, wiping down a bunch of white hair that had been blown away by the wind on the forehead, revealing half of the pale cheeks that seemed to have been dried by the air, smooth but not a trace of moisture could be seen. She was tired, she hadn't felt so tired in twenty years. Tiredness is not only physical, but also mental.

On several occasions, she wondered if she was really sick.

But the deep touch of something in her heart really told her that her illness may be hopeless. If you want to save yourself, you can only accept it, but you can escape endlessly. However, in the cage of fate, where can she escape?

"The past life is gone, and this life is not finished, where is the afterlife?"

"You can't see it either?"

"No one can see it. ”

"But the master saw it. ”

"What he sees, is only what he sees. ”

Mo Yan was silent, as if thinking about the deep meaning of Yu Youran's words.

Yu Youran didn't make people feel much distressed, and then explained: "What he sees is not happening, and when it happens, maybe he can't see it anymore." Therefore, what he sees now cannot be completely regarded as true. Unless, that day comes. ”

“......”

The indifferent eyes lifted a wisp of color with the voice.

Mo Yan looked at Yu Youran steadily, and his face became more and more shocked.

Although Yu Youran's words are awkward, the amount of information hidden in them is huge. What is seen is the hexagram, what happens is reality, and when reality happens, it is no longer visible, and the person who started the hexagram can no longer see the hexagram. Vaguely, Yu Youran seemed to be really like Xia Xun said, seeing many things that others didn't know...

"And how do you see that?"

"The heavenly machine is missing, three dollars and three cents. ”

"When?"

"Yesterday. ”

Pull the gray hair behind your ears, put your hands back on your knees, and slowly close your eyes.

Yu Youran said in a cold voice: "The thunder punishment is natural, and I feel it." The avenue is combined, and the heart and eyes are self-revealed. At that time, he was less than two feet away from me, and the Heavenly Punishment imprisoned Fang Yuan with the law of the Great Dao, all living beings were exposed, and the heavenly machine was missed, so I could see the mystery. At the same time, I discovered something that scared me. ”

Mo Yan asked again: "What's the matter?"

The pale gaze swept over the fields in the howling wind, and the miserable white lips spat frost, and said word by word: "The world has guessed wrong. It's not that his fate is sealed in the sky, but that he doesn't have a number of lives at all. ”

It's hard to understand: "What do you mean by this?"

Yu Youran explained: "One life is two, two is three, and three is everything. Everything in the world has a destiny, and the destiny is engraved in the soul. Man has a soul, a beast has a beast soul, and a stone has a stone soul, so as to evolve all living beings. But when I missed a moment, I deduced from his fate, and I only found a wisp of three dollars and three cents. ”

Mo Yan felt that Yu Youran's words were very strange: "Shouldn't everyone have only one soul?"

Yu Youran shook his head slightly: "No, he should have two souls." ”

"Two souls?" "Right"

Mo Yan is even stranger.

Yu Youran then explained: "Three coins and three cents is the number of human souls sealed in him to cover the world, and he should have another soul himself. That is the origin of Xia Xun. But on the contrary, his life is as clear as a pool of stagnant water, and his life is withered without roots, stems, branches, leaves, and souls. He has no soul of his own. Therefore, what the ghost conspired to unite with the saints to seal was not to cover up the heavenly machine and the human soul, but Xia Xun himself. ”

Mo Yan became more and more difficult to understand what Yu Youran said.

This is not only bizarre, but also completely beyond common sense.

If there was a third person here, his reaction would definitely be to spit on this nonsense.

"If so, he is a soulless person, but how can a soulless person be conscious?"

“......”

Yu Youran fell into a brief silence.

It is not difficult to see that even she cannot fully explain this problem.

Human beings have hundreds of hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and brains, all of which are part of the human body, just like the beams and walls of a house. And the human soul is like the owner of the house, and the house that no one lives in is just a pile of rotten soil that looks a little better. In the same way, without a soul shell, it is a real corpse, and it is impossible to be conscious.

Therefore, Yu Youran's two words are fundamentally contradictory.

"Maybe there's something that explains. ”

"What?"

"Monsters. ”

“......”

After thinking for a long time, when the dark clouds completely obscured the sky, the wind before the storm sent the grass foam up to the clouds.

Yu Youran coldly gave a relatively reasonable explanation...

"According to the records of the secret scriptures of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the palace, thousands of years ago, after the ancestor became an immortal, he joined forces with several Da Luo Jin Immortals of the same generation to break through the barrier of the Heavenly Barrier, and had a battle with the Heavenly Demon Army of the Otherworld that violated the realm in the Taivoid. During this period, in the process of killing the Taiyi Demon Lord, the ancestor inadvertently obtained an object. This thing is hidden in the core of the demon lord's heart, cast by the golden crystal of another world, without god and soul, without flesh and blood, but it is the power of the demon lord and the door of death, and the millions of demon soldiers under Taiyi are all attacking and retreating with their thoughts, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can ignore the difference in distance. The ancestor was suspicious, so he spied with his immortal sense, and found that its internal structure was incomparably wonderful, composed of countless gold wires, each of which formed a circuit with each other, which was extremely precise, and even the ancestors who had ascended to the fairy land could not see its details and mysteries. Since this monster is the key to driving the Taiyi Demon Army, after several days of fruitless snooping, the ancestor was forced to destroy it. ”

Yu Youran slowly opened his eyes again...

The description is detailed, and Mo Yan is probably able to sort out the clues and know the direction that Yu Youran deduced.

"Sun Wukong once wanted to be enlightened by the Heavenly Demons of another world, and Xia Xun also asked me about this because of the Heavenly Demons. There must be a cause and an effect, and there must be a connection between these things. Although the heart core of the Taiyi Demon Lord is a legend and cannot be taken seriously, it may as well learn from hypotheses. ”

"Master knows about this?"

"It's unlikely..."

Yu Youran closed his eyes coldly again: "No soul is no life, free from the Three Realms and Six Realms, not belonging to the Five Elements, and not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao." The calculator needs to follow the traces of the sky to make a hexagram, and the things that have escaped from the world are ethereal, and it is impossible for the master to really calculate his fate. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Mo Yan asked.

"Unless you know what it is. ”

"The ghost must know. ”

Therefore, the master should not know. ”

“......”