Mu Qing felt like he was floating in the void, his body seemed to have disappeared, he couldn't feel its existence, and the only trace of his spirit felt that the surroundings were very empty and silent, without the continuous sound of rain, and without the roaring and piercing thunder, he thought: The rain has probably stopped, then I will sleep for a while and go out of the mountain tomorrow......

Mu Qing felt as if he was awake, but he was still as powerless as before, unable to lift a trace of energy, he only felt a little light hitting his body, slowly shining into his body, sprinkling a trace of warmth in his heart, and an unbearable itch, like a small insect crawling slowly on his body, as if he could hold it down with his fingers, but he could only "watch" it crawl little by little, this feeling of powerlessness was the most crazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Mu Qing kept condensing his spirit, wanting to open his eyes, move his body, and catch the naughty "bug", until he was exhausted and could no longer feel the "little bug", he slowly fell asleep...

"It's over, I'm not lightly sick, monkey, it's up to you!" Then, heaven and earth fell silent.

Mu Qing "woke up" again, and the lazy insect was still like that, slowly crawling by, as if there was nothing in this world that could make it have the slightest urgency. Mu Qing worked as frantically as last time, until he was exhausted again and fell into a deep sleep, and the world fell silent again.

In this way, I don't know how many times it has passed, Mu Qing feels that he has gone crazy: he can't beat up a trace of energy, he can't lift a little strength, he can't feel the existence of his body, he can't hear or make any sound, and there is no other trace of brilliance in the darkness, he can only feel that the "little bug" is still crawling repeatedly, he keeps struggling until he is exhausted and falls into a deep sleep, and then wakes up, and then, it is an infinite loop......

"Monkey come quickly, brother is waiting for you. ”

"Brother Monkey, come and save me!"

"Monkey, what are you doing, give me death!"

"Monkey, I'm X you're XXXX!"

"Someone, someone!"

"Buddha God Immortal God...... I beg you, help me, I don't want to die yet!"

"Nobody ......"

"I'm sure I'm dying......"

"I'm dead......"

“......”

I don't know how long it has been, but there is no slightest fluctuation in this silent space, as if Mu Qing has disappeared into the boundless darkness.

It seems that thousands of years have passed, and there seems to be a sound in this space, and in the darkness it seems that babies are crying, urchins are playing, parents are shouting, old people are murmuring, birds are crying, chickens and dogs are whining, wild beasts are roaring, and it is like the wind roaring, the rain and water are roaring, and the thunder and lightning are neighing......

There seemed to be a glimmer of light shining in the darkness, faint enough, enough to light up the depths of this space.

Like a stone falling into a calm lake, this deep and seemingly boundless space boiled instantly, Mu Qingdi's figure emerged from this deep "lake" little by little, and then, his eyelashes seemed to move, and then, those eyes opened!

Thousands of colors suddenly rushed into a pool of stagnant eyes, as if they couldn't withstand such a violent impact, Mu Qing quickly closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened them again. First his eyelashes fluttered slightly, then his eyes cracked like a small crack like ice, and after a while, he seemed to adjust to the light outside, and his eyes began to open a little boldly, and finally, the colors of the outside world poured into the two eyes that were a little flickering but very calm.

Although the doors and windows of the room are open, it still seems a little dark, the sunlight shines through the doors and windows, it feels a little dazzling, the outside scene is a little blurry, a large area of green and brown are mixed, you can roughly distinguish some trees, grass, mountains, forests, earth, and a little blue sky!

Some greedily looked at the scenery outside for a while, probably a little tired, Mu Qing was a little reluctant to withdraw his gaze, close his eyes and listen to the birdsong outside the window.

If after a period of silence and darkness, although the spirit is still extremely tired, although the hands can only move a little, although the bedding under the body is a little cold and hard, ordinary people will probably be very excited, happy and happy, no matter what, I am still alive!

However, at this moment, Mu Qing's spirit did not have a trace of ups and downs - after a long "nightmare" of almost thousands of years, his spirit and psychology were divided into two like a hot knife cutting butter, and there was another "self" hidden in the silent and boundless darkness, coldly looking at himself or crying or laughing or calm or crazy, but he was indifferent, calm and terrifying.

In the crisp sound of birdsong, Mu Qing slept peacefully. In his sleep, he seemed to hear many people whispering and telling in his ears, some as if they were appealing, some as if they were sighing, and some of them seemed to be angrily scolding something, interspersed with one or two, as if they were thanking each other. All kinds of voices were mixed with each other, Mu Qing felt as if he was a little urgent, and he wanted to hear every voice clearly and then reply well, but he could only stay in the void and achieve nothing.

Probably the next day, Mu Qing woke up to the chirping of birds, it was early in the morning, the birds were contending, it was so lively, if it was in the past, he would have been so noisy that he wanted to catch all the birds in the world, but now it sounds, but it has a different taste.

Mu Qing felt that his energy had regained a little, although he still couldn't move, but the feeling that was more "powerful" than yesterday made him appreciate the "beautiful scenery" of the outside world for a longer time.

Although there was a little doubt in his heart, Mu Qing was still asleep in satisfaction, and in his sleep, those voices seemed to be clearer again.

Mu Qing woke up to the early morning birdsong again, he felt a little more energetic than "yesterday", and then he fell asleep again in appreciation, observation and listening. In the dream, the voices seemed to be a little clearer again.

For several days, it was like this, although it seemed like a long time had passed, Mu Qing did not feel a trace of hunger, but his own energy was gradually recovering, his body was now able to do some small movements, and in the same way, he also roughly determined the environment around him.

As before the "nightmare", he was still in a ruined temple, surrounded by some buildings, in addition to the loud sound of birds contending, occasionally the sound of frolic and tearing faintly came, although there was no human figure, it was expected to be next to the village, but the location was slightly remote and the surrounding area was dilapidated, so few people visited.

The temple is also a little dilapidated, but it is much better than the previous broken temple

--The doors and windows are opened, which makes the room a lot brighter, and the outline of the doors and windows can be faintly seen hidden in the shadows of the walls; the light gray of the wall is a little peeling, but it is thick and reassuring to look through the doorway and the window sill; some of the pitch-black roofs make Mu Qing never see what is on it and what material it is, but it can ensure that there is no leakage; the room is still a little empty, but the area is three or two times the size of the previous one, and it is expected that the incense should be quite sufficient before;

Looking in from the doorway, the ground was covered with layers of dust, but it did not cover the patchwork of the stone slabs, the bluestone floor was not weeded, and a few worn futons were scattered on it, minus a few points of cold hardness of the stone slabs;

Looking down slightly, you can see a flat and wide stone desk in front of you facing the temple door, a stone incense burner is poured on the desk, on the left side of the incense burner, a stone candlestick is lying on the desk randomly, the small half of the body is already suspended in the air, on the opposite side, the stone desk is empty, its brother may have fallen into the dust under the desk; the delicate patterns and faintly visible fine textures on the incense burner and candlestick seem to show their fine workmanship and the piety of the carver; the stone case is covered with dust, I don't know whether it is the dust accumulated for a long time, or the spilled incense ash;

Looking down at the left and right, the stone shrine in place made no secret of its hardness and coldness, but it was more spacious, tall and flat in comparison;

Mu Qing looked down at his body: the dusty clothes were no longer colored, only mottled colors could be seen between the edges of the clothes, the clothes were very long, covering the body sitting on the shrine, and when he shook his head, a long beard swept over his chest, bringing down a cloud of dust. Mu Qing himself has no research and understanding of clothing, and he doesn't know what style it is, he only knows that this style is consistent with the clothing of the land lord he topped, and the sculpture has a long beard and a chest!

--I seem to have become a landlord!