The Stone of Asking Dao is suspended and rotating on the top of the Golden Scale Mountain, and in the eyes of the world, it shines with a dazzling golden fairy light, but the Stone of Asking Dao connects the thread of cause and effect of each Golden Scale Lifter, which is difficult for the world to see.

Only Lin Xiuran can glimpse the complicated and inextricably linked threads of cause and effect.

Countless fragments, countless memories, and countless stories of joys and sorrows that happened to the protagonist who couldn't see his face clearly, are all part of the Stone of Asking, true or false.

They are entangled with each other and combined with each other, forming countless stages of cause and effect, and forming countless stories of fiction and reality.

And the real story, the real ending, there is only one.

As long as Lin Xiuran takes a wrong step in the distribution of cause and effect, he will lose everything, and all the cause and effect that was previously clarified will fall back into chaos and will no longer be able to see clearly.

You have to be careful, you have to have a pair of fiery eyes, you have to have great perseverance.

Because, when fighting with the Stone of Asking Dao, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a few breaths, but in Lin Xiuran's mind, it was days, even months.

The Stone of Asking Dao is one of the laws of this world, and it is not easy to subdue it.

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Wu Sizi and Yuan Xueyi walked one after the other, competing with each other, and it was already a critical moment.

When you reach the last hundred steps of the Golden Scale Ladder, every step will be very slow, and every step will be critical.

Half a year ago, Wu Sizi had never come here, but half a year later, he had gone farther than Yuan Xueyi, he had already walked ahead of him, and he was still moving forward.

The Ten Huan Gongzi of the Demon Gate is the third at the moment, but he has been left far behind by this Confucian.

As for Su Qingwan of Ruizhu Palace, she had stopped for a long time two-thirds of the Golden Scale Heavenly Ladder, and she had not been able to take the next step, so she thought that she had stopped moving.

On the ladder, there is also a golden scale that saves people.

It also returns the cause and effect, but it can only be restarted.

At this moment, the golden scales fell behind Su Qingwan and swam with difficulty.

When helping the round monk get rid of the control of the demons, it used too much strength to help the remnant soul of Miss Axiu, and at this moment it seemed a little weak, and it was no longer as calm and fast as when it first climbed the ladder.

But it didn't give up after all, and desperately swam upstream, still trying to grasp that trace of immortality.

Lin Xiuran's thoughts were divided, looking at the several people in the field, except for the golden scales that had already been caused and effected, the cause and effect lines of the other four people were entangled with each other, and they were very confused.

But Lin Xiuran is not completely clueless, with tens of thousands of years of practice experience, he has clarified his thinking, and at the moment when he is extremely mysterious and indescribable, he grasped a line of cause and effect, traced back to the source, and used this as a starting point to clarify all cause and effect.

That line of cause and effect is thoughtless.

Wearing shorts and shorts made of burlap, Wu Sizi carried demons and buried his head in asceticism.

Lin Xiuran's thoughts drilled into the causal line, and those fragments of memories about Wusizi, those things he knew, didn't know, remembered, and didn't remember, all appeared in front of Lin Xiuran's eyes.

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It was probably a story of a young child struggling to survive in a famine year and looking up to heaven in hell.

Ten years ago, a drought struck the Qingzhou city of the Wu Dynasty, displacing people and starving the land.

This year, many people survived by relying on tree roots, bark, and Guanyin soil, all of them are kind and hardworking, but their faces are yellow and thin.

This year, there were also many people who survived with the sharp knives in their waists, the heads in their hands, and the lives of innocent old people and children.

Thoughtless is undoubtedly the pitiful former.

At that time, he was only a child less than ten years old, he didn't understand anything, and his body bones became extremely poor because he had not been exposed to meat for a long time.

At that time, he was huddled in a dilapidated earth temple, dependent on an old man he met on the road.

In the year of the catastrophe, human life is as cheap as a dog, and the first thing the victims do when they open their eyes every day is to think about how to survive and how to get a bite to eat.

At that time, the young thoughtless child was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy, and it was the old man who gave him a steamed bun every day, and he survived.

Wusizi has been lonely since he was a child, and no one has ever been so kind to him. He once thought that as soon as this fierce year passed, he would find an errand to do so that he could send this old man to his death.

But the old man died of starvation before the drought was over, because the old man only had one steamed bun a day.

The memories before the thoughtless son entered the wall of the Qingyun Sect were intermittent and misty.

He couldn't even remember his old name, and he couldn't remember many things.

Maybe it was because of his youth, maybe it was because the memories were so painful that he instinctively didn't want to think about it.

However, he remembered the old man clearly.

He still remembered what the old man had said improvised.

"I can't see anyone else die! ”

These words are so ridiculous and so sad in the fierce years when people's hearts are like wolves and tigers, and everyone is stuck with a knife in their backs.

Wu Sizi was very glad that he had met this kind-hearted old man, if he hadn't met him, he would have been buried in a mass grave outside Qingzhou City.

The poor have a very mixed religion.

Whoever can deliver him out of the sea of suffering, and whoever can give him something to eat, he will believe.

The old man was a master who was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and in this troubled year, he seemed to believe everything.

Wu Sizi remembered that the old man taught him a sentence of "Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun" before he died, he was still young at the time, he didn't understand anything, and he didn't know which religion or sect this was, just read it, he read it again, and the old man's face turned a little red, as if he could really get out of the sea of suffering.

The old man taught him a sentence of "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha" again, he nodded, and just wanted to read it to him, but the old man crooked his neck, fell into his arms, and died.

Wu Sizi is a cold-hearted person, who fled from outside the city, and has seen many scenes of the living dying and the dead being eaten by wild dogs.

But the old man's death made Wu Sizi cry so much that he cried hysterically.

He had never shed a single tear for others, and he cried so much that his eyes were red, and he almost blinded himself by crying.

He hugged the old man's body and cried all night.

On the second day he took out the only broken straw mat he had with the old man, wrapped his body, carried it to a mass grave outside the city, and went there to bury him, so that he might be buried in the ground, so that he might not be cooked and eaten by the hungry.

It was in that mass grave that Wu Sizi saw the little girl.

At that time, she was kneeling in front of a tomb, silently wiping her tears.

She was also skinny with hunger, and her face was full of vegetables.

The one lying in that tomb should be her only relative, because no child's parents and relatives dare to be so bold to let a child come to this mass grave in this murderous year when human life is like a dog.

She, like herself, was an orphan.

Wu Sizi glanced at her, and decided that she was just a poor person like himself, and after no harm was done, he stopped looking at her and went into the depths of the mass grave to find a place where no one was there and bury the old man.

It took him a day, with his hands and stones, to dig a deep grave for the old man.

He knew that there were many wild dogs in the mass graves, and if he buried them shallowly, those wild dogs with hungry eyes and red eyes like wolves would dig up the earth, pull out the dead buried in the soil, tear them open and eat them.

In the year of the great murder, people will eat people, let alone those wild dogs.

They followed the procession of the victims all the way and ate human flesh all the way.

Wu Sizi dragged the straw mat wrapped in the old man into the deep pit, and spent half an hour covering the soil and forming a small grave bag half a person high.

After doing all this, it was almost dark, and Wu Sizi had to leave this mass grave quickly.

The mass grave at night is the world of those wild dogs, and if you don't hurry up, those wild dogs will eat even the living.

When Wu Sizi came out of the mass grave, he saw the little girl again.

At that time, she had already cried and slept at the grave.

She lay on the envelope of the tomb, curled up as if she were going to become a part of the tomb and die with her loved one.

Wu Sizi knew that if he ignored her and left like this, then this little girl would definitely be eaten alive by the wild dogs at night.

In the turbulent years, if you want to live, it is better to have more than one thing.

Wu Sizi shook his head, glanced at the little girl, and was about to leave.

But after walking a few steps, he shook his head again, after all, he couldn't bear it, turned back, and came to the little girl's side.

He didn't care if she wanted to or not, he grabbed her, put her on his back, and took her out of this mass grave that was going to eat people.

The little girl, perhaps so tired from crying, slept so hard that she didn't wake up until she was halfway through with her in the middle of the road.

"You...... Where are you taking me?" she asked.

The voice was a little hoarse because of the previous crying.

"Back in town. Wu Sizi said lightly.

"You...... Are you bad?" she asked again.

Wu Sizi didn't answer her, but said, "Where is your home? ”

"Grandma died, so ...... I'm the only one left, and my home is in Wuyi Lane, Suzaku Bridge. She replied.

"Well, that's very close, just by the way, I'm in the land temple next to me, I'm worse than you, you have a home, I don't have a home. ”

"You...... Who are you?" the little girl asked again.

"Me?"

The thoughtless son on the golden scale ladder had that dusty memory in his mind.

At this moment, he finally remembered his old name.

The little boy with a thin body and a thin face and thin face and a thin body carried the little girl on his back and said, "I! My name is Li Gouwa!"

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The line of cause and effect in Lin Xiuran's hand was finally clearly distributed, and countless memory fragments began to be combined into a simple story.

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