"Arrogant child." The deity sighed, not seeming to be angry, "You and Jiang Yang were born of the same body, your souls depend on each other, and his character affects you."
Dense waves and foam appeared in the water waves, and several indiscernible lights flashed past, which looked like cracks that appeared out of thin air in the water waves. The ancient gods emerged from the cracks. They were three goddesses with fish tails. They were naked and looked exactly the same, and even their voices could not be distinguished from each other. If Qi Yin had read the myth of Jingchu, you would know that the goddess of Yunmeng was born in three identical waves in Daze, sharing the same god's name and the same heart.
There was a low exclamation behind him, and that was Yun Zhi and a few of them. The goddesses withdrew the spell, and the illusion that shielded their five senses had disappeared. The female Luo Yi lowered her body and bowed devoutly to the goddess. Qi Lingshu closed his eyes, untied the hair band with one hand, pinched a tactic in his hand, and wrapped the hair band around Yun Zhi, covering his eyes.
"..." Yun Zhi was very depressed, "Why, little uncle?"
"See no evil."
"Then why don't you cover Hei Zai's eyes?"
"To shut up."
The goddess swims around Qi Yin, as light as a swimming fish, and her long hair like seaweed flutters in the water waves. Their presence brought an indescribable power, gentle and soft, soothing the bleeding scars in Qi Yin's heart.
"I've met you, right?" Qi Yin asked.
"In the Wujiang River, child." A goddess said in harmony, her voice was very gentle, like a gurgling water wave.
The goddess flicked her fingertips, and the dark green water waves rippled quietly, the bubbles rose and fell, and the plain white water waves formed a virtual scene in the water. Qi Yin saw him when he was young, he looked like he was only two or three years old, kicking and kicking on the river bank with a fishing net in his pocket. At that time, he had just been able to run neatly, he had not met Fu Lan, and he had not lost Afu. The waves rippled underwater, and three shadows of human fish tails swam through the waves. Qi Yin instantly realized that it was the Goddess of Yunmeng. They followed the puppy's footsteps in the lake, silently. The puppy seemed to have sensed it, but suddenly stopped, and squatted by the river to take a picture of himself. The shadow of the little white baby doll gradually dispersed, revealing the bright face of the goddess.
Qi Yin knew that he had always been daring when he was young, whether he was too stupid or too naive, he wasn't even afraid of cannibalistic demons. The same is true now, the dog let out a "huh", and curiously stretched out a finger and touched the pale green water. The goddess also stretched out her hand and touched the puppy's fingers. In the spring of the Wujiang River, on the bank of the nameless lake, the dog saw the gods for the first time. Time seems to have stagnant in an instant, the ripples go round and round, the waves gather and disperse, and the splendor is like broken gold.
The water wave swayed again, and another scene emerged from the fine foam. The puppy cried in the cradle, and climbed up on the back of the 4D bed. The cradle was crumbling, and he was about to fall into the basket. The little fairy clay doll on the head of the bed suddenly moved, and the three goddesses came out of it like a cloud of mist, hugged the little body of the puppy, and sang in a low voice while hugging him. The dog stopped crying, raised his neck to look at the chin of the goddess Bai Jie, and gradually closed his eyes. The floating goddess and the sleeping child looked through the window lattice, their shadows were reflected on the dark yellow window paper, like a shadow play in a fairy tale.
The goddess whispered: "We met on the Wujiang River, child. When you look down on the river, we look at you through your shadow. When you walk by the bridge, we hold up lotus leaves to guard your steps. When you cry at night, We sang by your bedside. We've met since you can't remember. When you came today, we didn't meet for the first time, but we met again after a long absence."
Qi Yin vaguely remembered that in Fu Lan's recollection, Afu once told Fu Lan that he always had some playmates he imagined when he was a child. Sometimes it is a pinched clay doll, sometimes it is its own reflection in the lake. When Fulan didn't come to Wujiang, he always liked to talk to himself, play with himself, and say some weird things that others couldn't understand. Children are always like this, especially a lonely child like him, Afu never takes it seriously. But this is indeed true. He met the ancient gods in the little fairy mud doll by the nameless lake.
"Child, you have no parents to rely on since you were young. We protect you to grow up safely. Until today, you have come to us."
Qi Yin remained silent, her cold and hard face was expressionless.
He is very different now, and if it was before, he would probably be surprised and excited. Possessing an extraordinary life experience, being a little baby favored by gods, this is something he has thought about since he was a child. In this way, when he grows up in the future, the Yao family will be able to cry bitterly in front of him, regretting being so bad to him at the beginning. But now, his heart is like stagnant water, and he doesn't feel anything. The Yao family died, leaving an old lady. Fu Lan also died, and there was nothing left. Come and go, life is like a nightmare that can't be woken up, full of disasters and empty.
He asked, "Why me?"
"Do you remember where your name came from?"
"My mother threw it in the Nuwa Temple."
"No, it was given to you by the Goddess Nuwa. Meng Funiang threw the thousand-character cylinder, and the Goddess Nuwa chose your name from it. The eyes of mortals can only see the five colors of the phantom, but cannot see the gods hidden in the dark. You think your name was thrown by chance, but it's not the case, the god gave you this name." The goddess in the middle said warmly, "This name has its own origin, it comes from an ancient hexagram."
"Gua?"
"Do you still remember that on the eve of your entry into the Bashan Moon Mirror, Wu Yuli spent half his body's spiritual power in order to inquire about the fortune of heaven and earth. But even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he is still a mortal. It's only half a sentence. The complete hexagram has been heard in the ears of the gods as early as a thousand years ago when the great god Fuxi opened his eyes of inspiration and spy on the future."
"What is the complete hexagram?" Qi Yin asked.
The god sighed and said the hexagram, which seemed to be an ancient prophecy.
"The gods are hidden, and the heavens and the earth are related."
Yun Zhi murmured the name hidden inside, "Qi Yin..."
"That's right," the goddesses stared at Qi Yin, "that's the origin of your name. Boy, Wu Yuli thought that he chose you, that he designed you to find Bailu's heart. He was wrong, the one in the statue of Bailu was wrong. The heart was originally reserved by us for you. Three thousand years ago, Jiang Yang died in the field of Tianmu, sacrificing his flesh and turning it into rain and dew in the southern border, leaving a heart of frost and snow hanging in the sky. God Fuxi opened his eyes of inspiration, Spy on the future of the gods. According to the instructions of the great god, we will send Jiang Yang's heart to the tomb of Bailu God, waiting for your arrival."
"The gods came into being and died in response to the calamity. The sky is constant, and the great road is uncontested." The goddess said, "Life and death are like the rising and setting of the sun, coming and going. We follow the arrangement of fate, and we will Like a surging river that conforms to the weather and terrain, the road is slow and quiet, and the road is fast, but no matter how long the road is, it will eventually roll away and never return. Heaven moves and changes the established fate. And you, child, you are our mourner, you will correct the destiny with your own hands, send all the gods to the unknown return path, and return the mortal world to the original track."
What is this called? Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Daredevil gods all have the problem of wanting to die. Is it boring to live for too long? Qi Yin frowned and said hesitantly, "You want me to send you back to the West?"
"You don't need to do it, our murderous intention has already arrived." The goddess shook her head gently, "You just need to find Wu Yuli's death point and stop him. He is a calamity of destiny, a malevolent star in the lonely sky. As long as he lives , there will never be peace in the world.”
Wu Yuli murdered Fu Lan, and Qi Yin would definitely kill him. Qi Yin was about to speak when his heart suddenly contracted, as if someone was clenching it tightly, and an indescribable sadness suddenly surged in his heart. It felt sudden and for no reason.
Qi Yin thought that something was wrong with his body again, but soon he realized that the problem was not here, this emotion did not belong to him, but belonged to the white deer inside him. He was saddened in Qi Yin's chest, and his sadness was like sea water filling his heart and drowning Jiuzang.
"Old Bai, what's wrong with you?" Qi Yin asked.
"Little Master is very good, don't mind me." Bai Lu turned his back and said maliciously.
Qi Yin suddenly remembered that day in the Bashan Moon Mirror, he saw the setting sun was like blood, the gods were on an expedition, and the gods and witches were trapped in the temple. That was Wu Yuli's memory and Bai Lu's past.
Is this guy who wants to die for face grief for his great witch? He once disobeyed the mandate of heaven, and for this he did not hesitate to fight Fuxi. But now he has chosen to give in, and even became an enemy of his former most loyal great witch.
That so-called destiny, even Bailu couldn't defy it. It turned out that even the gods, the most ancient creatures in the world, have to succumb to the torrent of fate, just like drifting grass in the water, drifting with the current. Qi Yin looked up at the sky outside the lake, the stars and the moon were all gone, the world was pitch black, and the water was also dark. He took a deep breath and said to Bai Yu, "I understand what you said, but what does this mess have to do with my brother?"
"The child named Fu Lan..." The goddesses sighed softly and said slowly, "Since Wu Yuli fed you and drank the blood of God, we have been looking for a partner in the world who can protect you in Wu Yuli's hands. Weak, demons are bloodthirsty, only this child, with a pure and kind heart, is a good choice."
"But we chose him for a more important reason."
The goddesses waved the water waves, and the thin white foam turned into a man's figure. Qi Yin was shocked and stared at the illusory water phenomenon. He is Fu Lan, with black clothes and black hair, as quiet as a sculpture. Qi Yin looked at him silently, raised her hand, and stretched out to his face, but passed through the phantom and touched nothing.
"What reason?" Qi Yin asked.
"Your brother, like Wu Yuli, is immortal."
Everyone was shocked, and Yun Zhi said behind: "So, the skeleton we saw in the nave of the tomb of the gods was indeed Fu Lan, right?"
"That's right," said the goddess, "for hundreds of years, he has been going to the miracles with perseverance, asking the gods about his background. But he has the aura of that sinner on his body. He was not created by the gods. The gods kept him away. When he showed a miracle, the servants would kill him mercilessly."
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, and stared blankly at the mountains of bones in the pit.
This is a mass grave, but it is all buried by the same person - Fu Lan.
She was right, Qi Yin remembered, the reason why Fu Lan left Southern Border at the age of twelve was to go to various places to sign for miracles and ask where his blood relatives were. Therefore, the black cat expanded the golden wrong book and deciphered the meaning of the golden wrong book. But in this life, Fu Lan didn't go to many places because he met Puppies and Afu in Wujiang.
"You killed him." Qi Yin's voice was hoarse, like swallowing a mouthful of sand.
"You have to understand that there was no you in the world at that time, and he was not yet chosen as your partner. He was neither human nor demon nor demon, and the gods hated him just as mortals hated demons. When we chose him, except for the great god Nuwa , the other gods disapprove of this decision. Child, being your partner is his salvation, and only then can he be accepted by the gods. However, as you can see, the gods cannot really kill him. He is the same as Wu Yuli , no matter what method is used to kill, he will be resurrected again. We noticed that every life Fulan walked out of the Bashan Temple and went to wander in all directions. But we searched around Bashan and even tried to send you into the moon mirror, but we never found him The secret of rebirth."
Qi Yin felt bitter in her heart, walked over with a deep foot and a shallow foot, squatted down, and held up a head. Brush off the fine sand, dry the silt, and get the mud and dust on your hands. He wiped it over and over again, stroking his dark eyes and thin cheekbones. This was his brother, a time that Fu Lan never remembered. What is he his brother's redemption? What a fucking fart, how could these stupid gods know that his brother is his salvation! No one can compare to Fu Lan, the dirty black blood fills the hearts of the world, only his elder brother Jing Ruo Liuli.
But such a good person, no matter how many times he lives again, his fate is the same tragic. Mortals regarded him as a monster, demons regarded him as a terrifying alien, and even the gods did not want him and killed him again and again. How lonely he should be, walking in the wilderness alone with a knife on his back, to search for miracles left out of time, to visit the legendary gods of compassion and kindness.
But he didn't know that God loves the world, but he alone does not love him.