Chapter 1133 The birth of the Baji Dao

In the void, the body is a boat, and the soul rides on the boat, traveling against the current.

This road is long.

And recalling the past, officials, businessmen, reckless men, doctors, commoners, young people...

It seems ordinary, but it is experience, reincarnation, and life.

That's because you are inside it, so you can't see through the fog.

Now that I wake up, I can look back.

It is clearly the five elements.

As the prime minister, Xu Jinhong, although he was a civil servant, used thunderous means to prop up the dynasty throughout his life. He had tens of millions of soldiers and an iron horse. His life represented the Jin Dynasty.

Wealth is gold, power is gold, war is gold, and fate is also gold.

Xu Hong, who dreamed of becoming a wealthy businessman, was philanthropic and charitable throughout his life. He once made a fortune, and also traveled around. However, he had an ill-fated fate and eventually dried up. His life represented water.

Wealth is water, which governs flow. It has two extremes: drought and flood. There is also a saying that the best is like water, so its destiny is also water.

The reckless man Xu Shan, this mountain is not soil, but has the meaning of forest, life is like duckweed, young people are like rotten wood, adults are like grass bandits, wandering in the mountains and forests, and have the life of rotten wood.

He has little wisdom and a lot of anger, and the outside world can easily affect his emotions. Therefore, he would rather die standing than live in humiliation and kneeling.

Xu Yu, the doctor, hangs the pot to help the world. He has a benevolent heart as a doctor. He is willing to be the furnace of heaven and earth, refining a herb, his body is like fire, and his life is like fire.

It is the fire in Suzaku's heart, the scorching flower that keeps his fate.

However, in this life, the wind and fire come out, and the mind is destroyed. In death, the mind is restored, and the wind and fire return.

Xu Kun, a commoner, lived an ordinary life, honest and taciturn. He was very rustic in the summer heat, and his back was scorching with the scorching sky. He was exhausted and did not know the heat, but he regretted that the summer was long.

The head is in the sky, the feet are in the earth, and the future time will continue, accumulating the pattern of earth.

As for the remnant souls of the young man and the monk, they are the same person.

Carrying the responsibility of spreading rumors is like taking a long-term approach.

It started from the fire of a doctor, passed through the land of commoners, and then met the true self.

Across time.

This is destiny.

"The only thing missing is space..."

Xu Qing murmured.

"The reason why it is like this is because this road is not perfect yet."

Samsara is in front, and Source is behind it, so I look at it while walking.

No more sinking.

Like a passerby, I see all kinds of life.

The road you look at has no form, so there are men and women, old and young, temples, rivers and lakes.

Scenes unfold before my eyes.

I don’t know how long it’s been, I don’t remember the time.

As I walked and watched this road, Xu Qing's footsteps finally stopped.

What the eyes look at and the mind focuses on is the self in reincarnation, transformed into... an actor.

…

An actor performs many performances in his life.

The day before yesterday, the gongs and drums were flying around the beams, and the people on stage were waving their sleeves.

Today, the flags are displayed in all directions, and the loyalty and traitors are determined in black, white and red.

The same face, different smearing, whether male or female, has become a life in a period of time.

There is comfort in playing life, but there is no regret in playing death.

It is true that life is like a play, so many human affairs in ancient and modern times are all sung and recited in the play.

I don’t know what kind of true heart is underneath the face painted with oil paint.

I don’t know if after a long time, I will not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Only at the moment when the song ends and everyone leaves, after all the paint has been wiped away, those who walk out, with melancholy thoughts, sigh about the joys and sorrows of past and future lives, and the floating life is like a dream, like the passing of time, quietly go away without leaving any trace.

…

Finally, let out a sigh.

"There are many characters of joy and sorrow in the world, but this person is in despair..."

"Can't tell..."

It is the joyous songs that often make one drunkenly look at each other, and time becomes blurry in the eyes.

The memories are all ripples, and when I wake up from the dream, it turns out to be a plum blossom dream that has lasted for thousands of years.

So this play, from prologue to act.

This life is from birth to death.

This dream, from sinking to waking up.

Xu Qing, wake up.

In the void, whisper softly.

"This is not a drama, this is life in time..."

"And people have life and death, and drama also has an ending. The difference between life and death is like the difference between dreaming and waking. It changes one after another and cannot be investigated."

"Then, after crossing reincarnation and walking out of life, after waking up from the dream, what is waiting for me at the end of this scroll?"

The answer is already there.

Because he has reached the end of the scroll of reincarnation along the way, and finally saw the origin of the scroll.

It is also the foundation that carries the reincarnation of the scroll.

It is originally a painting.

What Li Mengtu opened was just a line, but at this moment, Xu Qing saw the entire painting.

That's a crystal.

Falling into chaos, appearing in the endless void, blooming with extremely bright light, and then shattered into ten irregular parts.

Sprinkle.

Then, thick soil appeared.

This is exactly the picture formed by thick soil, and it is also the scene depicted on the meteorite that Xu Qing saw through the eyes of the immortal ancestor when he realized the Baji Dao.

Create the world.

And, clearer!

"I didn't expect that this scroll actually depicts this scene."

Xu Qing murmured.

"That's a purple crystal."

It's exactly the same as the one he had.

So, Xu Qing remained silent.

At this moment, he could feel the way of leaving.

He has passed through the reincarnation of the scroll and reached the end.

Now you only need to take one step forward to leave this scroll.

But his gaze swept over the broken ten crystals.

After a long time, a strong light appeared in his eyes.

"Being sealed in this scroll is a matter of life and death, as well as fate!"

"The way of my immortal body originated from the broken ten crystals. Now I can see it again, and it is clearer than before. I can... prove my way again!"

Thinking of this, Xu Qing did not hesitate and sat down cross-legged. His spiritual thoughts and even his soul suddenly shot out, like a meteor, heading straight for the broken ten-point crystal.

The next moment, reincarnation starts again.

But this time, it's no longer human.

…

I am a meteorite falling from the sky.

Falling on a star called destiny.

Don't know where I come from.

As time passed there, I gradually developed a sense of spiritual wisdom and vaguely remembered some of my past.

But it's not specific, it's very vague.

All I remember is a desert.

So I spent most of the time looking at the star, witnessing the fate of all living things on the star, and recalling where I came from and the story of that desert.

But unfortunately, I can't remember much. No matter how hard I try, the most I can remember is a patch of dust and a river.

Who are they?

I'm a little confused.
To be continued...