"This is just the beginning. ”

Chu Liuxian kept repeating in his heart, bearing the impact of the blood-colored diffuse and collapsing, shaking, as if he wanted to collapse with the blood-colored world in front of him.

What kept appearing in front of his eyes was when the little girl raised her head, and the blood-colored eyes containing resentment were about to devour the heavens and the earth.

Chu Liuxian could finally truly feel the predicament of suppressing the Earth Eye and bearing the impact of countless Yin Spirit Ghost Creatures Endless Nightmare Realm.

However, those who are not determined enough will crack out of the atrium under such an impact, and then be eroded by countless negative emotions, and finally fall into demons.

Chu Liuxian is like a flat boat at this moment, rising and falling in the winds and waves of the ocean, obviously it seems to have been sunk again and again, but when the wind and waves pass, you can still see it sailing and floating in the sea.

When the wind and waves gradually stopped, Chu Liuxian breathed a sigh of relief, he was able to open his eyes to see the world, and the situation in front of him changed greatly.

The color of blood faded, and what appeared in front of him was a palace......

......

"The widow dreamed of a white-haired old man asking for advice, saying that he was caught by the fisherman Qing Father in the day, and the widow saved his life.

The white-haired old man said that he was the envoy of the Dragon King of the Well, and went to the East China Sea to divinate the Dragon King of the East China Sea, but unfortunately it was obtained by the fisherman.

An old man dressed in a gown, with a majestic self-appearance, perched on a throne and asked the dreamteller below.

The dreamteller said he might as well give it a try, so the king sent an order to find a fisherman named Qingfu.

During the whole process, Chu Liuxian was like a spectator, witnessing this scene with his own eyes, but the other party turned a blind eye to him, as if such an outsider did not exist in their eyes.

The fisherman named Qingfu Guo You, when he heard that the king asked about this, was busy catching a big snow-white turtle by chance yesterday. Therefore, they were not sold in captivity, and they were offered to the king.

The king was overjoyed and ordered his father to offer a white turtle.

After a while, the white turtle was brought to the throne, and the white turtle could not speak, but arched its two front paws, and kept saluting the king, obviously thanking for the grace of rescue.

At this time, the king hesitated, wanting to keep the white turtle, which was good at divination, instead of returning it.

Hesitant. The king summoned the priest's servant and asked what should be done about the matter.

The priest sacrifices to the priests, and it is natural that you can divinate it to make a decision.

The king asked, "How do you divination?"

The servant replied, "It is okay to use tortoise shells." ”

"Kill it, take the armor, and divide it!"

With a wave of his hand, the king decided the fate of the white turtle.

The king's joy and anger were unpredictable, and no one could guess it, and the servants were stunned. The white tortoise struggled, but could not change the king's decision.

So, the white turtle died, and the servant used his tortoise shell for divination. Seventy-two hexagrams in a row, none of which are inaccurate.

The king is overjoyed, offering tortoise shells to the Taimiao, and worshipping Rong. This tortoiseshell will be used for divination.

Chu Liuxian watched this scene with his eyes open, and was stunned, this result even he had expected.

The whole palace. The king's servant suddenly went away, as if the huge scene was peeling away, and only a huge white turtle phantom asked over and over again in front of Chu Liuxian:

"Why...... Why...... Why ......"

"Why is this happening?"

The white turtle stared at Chu Liuxian's eyes, filled with endless doubts, as if they had bothered him for countless years.

In the midst of one question after another, the king, the servant, and the palace have all turned into dust in the years, and only the question of the white turtle is eternal, and even fell into the underworld, turning into a yin spirit and ghost, which still lingers.

"Those who count people can't count themselves, even if they are seventy-two hanging, they can't decide whether they are in danger of life or death. ”

"If you pin everything on fate and luck, you will naturally not escape this catastrophe. ”

Chu Liuxian said leisurely, watching the phantom of the white turtle gradually dissipate......

......

Deep in the mountains, in the dense forest, the thin man carried the old woman on his back and walked up the mountain with difficulty.

How many times on the road, the thin man couldn't cry, and the old woman was comforting softly, listening to the tone as if it was a mother and son.

The thin man didn't notice that the old woman took advantage of his inattention and kept sprinkling beans on the way when he came, for fear that her son would get lost when he returned.

For the sake of the young children, they can only carry the old mother to the mountain according to the rules of the village, and let her fend for herself, so as not to take food from the young.

This human sorrow cannot be defined by filial piety or unfilial piety, and cannot be measured by right or wrong, the sunset behind the mother and son has dragged out a long shadow for them, which is not sad.

Chu Liuxian watched this scene quietly, thinking that it should be the sadness and unwillingness of the old woman.

Thinking that the old woman worked hard, pulled the child to grow up, but when she was old, she was thrown into the mountains and forests by her son and left to fend for herself, how sad and unwilling?

I never thought that whether it was on the back of a thin man or when she arrived at a destination in the mountains, the old woman never showed resentment, but kept nagging and explaining, such as feeding and dressing her grandson, sewing more clothes when winter is coming, and so on.

After the thin man said goodbye to the old woman, he went down the mountain in tears.

The mother and son, who were immersed in grief, did not notice at all, and a small figure followed them all the way.

The old woman who died alone in the mountains did not die, she found a jujube tree in the mountains and survived by picking up the fallen dates.

In the days that followed, the grandson who missed his grandmother would run into the mountains from time to time to visit his grandmother, and every time he did not forget to bring roasted beans, ginkgo, grasshoppers, etc. to the old woman.

It turned out that when the thin man carried the old woman up the mountain, he was the one who followed them.

At that time, it is the happiest and most worried time for the old woman.

She warned her grandson again and again not to go up the mountain again, be careful of jackals, tigers and leopards, and her grandson still went up the mountain with a full mouth.

Every time, the old woman could pick the largest and fullest dates for her grandson, who lacked clothes and little food, and then watched him eat happily, and her wrinkled face smiled like a flower.

One day, there was no longer the footsteps of grandchildren jumping in the mountains, and the childish voice of grandma was sweetly called.

The old woman wandered under the jujube tree, at the mountain pass, looking at it again and again, disappointed again and again.

Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice, day after day, year after year.

The old woman is always picking the best dates. Waiting for her grandchildren.

I don't know how long it has been, hundreds of degrees of spring and autumn, and the old woman is still wandering and waiting......

She didn't even realize that she was no longer a human, but a yin spirit, a ghost.

No matter what kind of existence she incarnates, the old woman is always repeating her actions before her death, anxiously waiting......

"My grandson, why haven't you come yet?"

The old woman's muttering voice echoed throughout the space. echoed in Chu Liuxian's ears forever......

......

There was a big city with a curfew, and at night the gates were locked and no longer entered.

On a cold winter night, a great sage named Rong Yi and one of his disciples were delayed on the road and locked out of the city gates.

The two of them trembled in the cave of the city gate, knowing that if this continued, before dawn tomorrow. Both would have froze to death.

If you put the clothes of two people on one person, you might be able to keep that person alive.

So, who deserves to live and who deserves to die?

Rong Yi said: "I'm a disciple." You are not good, you are useless to others and yourself, I am the great sage of the country, and I am the great sage of the country. Thou shalt give up thy clothes with me. ”

The reason why Rong Yi brought this disciple with him was that he thought he was unscrupulous, and wanted to sharpen, teach, and influence him. I didn't expect to encounter this situation, so I made such a choice according to the avenue in my heart.

The disciple was reluctant and said, "Since you know that I am not good, how can I give you clothes because I am not good?"

Rong Yi sighed, stripped off his clothes and disciples, and finally froze to death in the city gate.

Before he died, he was full of puzzlement and expressed his last emotion: "The avenue is not good, the righteousness does not exist, I insist on the avenue and adhere to the righteousness, why can't I walk in the world?"

Rong Yi's last sigh, like the cold wind on a winter night, blew through Chu Liuxian's heart, and also blew through the entire heaven and earth......

......

In the land of Nanqi, there are villages isolated from the outside.

There is a spring in the village, which has a sweet taste, but drinking it for a long time can make people's necks swell.

The villagers in Nanqi Village have been drinking this spring water for generations, and everyone has a big neck, and they don't think it's ugly, but they think it's beautiful, and they think that people are like this.

Occasionally, a villager wandered outside, and saw the slender necks of people outside the mountain, and laughed at them all for their ugly appearance.

The villagers of Nanqi could not find a way back to the village for the rest of their lives, and lived depressedly outside the mountains.

He thinks that his slender neck is ugly, and he looks down on ugly women, and he has never been married in his life;

People outside the mountain regard his big neck as ugly, pointing and pointing, and laughing shamefully.

After the depression ended, Nanqi asked the sky with a big neck: "Is it right that people from outside the mountain are ugly? They look ugly and don't know it, but they laugh at me shamefully, is it their fault?"

The sky is silent, and Chu Liuxian is also silent.

He naturally knows what is beautiful and what is ugly, but he doesn't know if the world he knows is another Nanqi village, and what are the beauty and ugliness of people "outside the mountain"?!

The question that he had never thought of made Chu Liuxian at a loss for a while......

......

In ancient times, there was a dragon clan, which was named after the real dragon.

The dragon clan was a good dragon when he was young, and he wanted to get a real dragon to raise it, so as to study its habits and know why it was powerful.

By chance, the dragon clan got an injured young dragon, raised its wild pond, fed it, healed its injuries, and built a shelter for it.

The young dragon lived in the wild pond, enjoyed such a life, and never left.

One day, a real dragon passed by the wild pond and saw that the young dragon was kept in captivity, and he was furious and wanted to take the young dragon away.

The young dragon did not obey, but beckoned the real dragon to live with it, and it said proudly: "Living in this pond, the hundred rivers are not enough to swim; ”

The true dragon was first furious, then disdainful, and said, "You are ashamed to be a true dragon, how filthy it is. The talent is my shape, the crown horn is draped with scales, the virtue is endowed with me, the spring dives and flies in the sky, and the spirit is endowed with me, and the clouds ride the wind.

Being a dragon, resting in the ruins of the great wilderness, exhausting the changes of heaven and earth, this is joy. ”

"You are not worthy of being a dragon, and sooner or later you will be harmed by others. ”

The real dragon disdained it and rode away with the wind.

The young dragon was at a loss, but thought that the real dragon was stupid, and he had to go to eat and drink dew and fight the world, and he couldn't be more stupid.

Not long after, after the dragon clan finished studying the habits of the dragon, invited the strong people of the human race to fight the young dragon in the wild pond, and took its dragon scales as armor, dragon liver as delicious, and dragon meat as blood food......

The dragon soul did not disperse, and asked again and again: "Is it wrong for me to choose a comfortable and comfortable life?"

......

......

the resentment of the little girl;

The old woman lingered under the jujube tree and waited;

The white tortoise counts people but not themselves, and entrusts the sorrow of life and death due to the destiny of heaven;

Rong Yi cannot walk in the way of heaven and earth;

The right and wrong of Nanqi's big neck;

The young dragon's puzzled ......

There are many, many more, a yin spirit and a ghost, there is a completely different story, one after another, seemingly endless.

Chu Liuxian was immersed in it, not knowing the passage of time, in just one month, it was like hundreds of reincarnations.

The roots of the bead grass, when he was completely unaware, kept stretching out, spreading all over the golden heart lake.

Wisps of roots, leaves, sprout and grow.

At the top of the vermilion grass, a vermilion fruit hangs on the branches, red as jade, bright and full.

(To be continued......)