I saw a lot of myself when I smelled it.
He saw himself sitting among the lush branches of an old tree, leaning against the trunk and looking down at a book, the golden-winged Dapeng gliding from a distance, shrinking to the size of an eagle when he reached the edge of the tree, stepping on a certain cluster of branches and leaves . And the man sitting on the tree raised his head from the pages of the book and looked at it from a distance...
What year and month is this scene
He tried hard to recall when he smelled it, and finally remembered a few points.
At that time, he had already reached the crown for many years and had traveled to many places in the world. Occasionally or unintentionally, I pass by the Songyun Mountain boundary, and I always want to go up the mountain to see the person who lives on the mountain.
At that time, he often felt sarcastic. Someone had clearly told him that this mountain was his home in his entire life, but every time he went back to his "home", he had to find reasons for himself in his heart.
That time he wanted to say that he had encountered something difficult and wanted to come back and check the scroll. As a result, he went up the mountain to find that the person he wanted to see was not there at all.
He was a little disappointed and didn't want to leave immediately. He simply took the book and turned over the tall branches, picked a place to sit down, and listened to the long-lost wind in the mountains while flipping through the book.
He finished flipping through a book among the trees, and when he looked up, he found a person standing on the mountain road.
That person always came and went silently, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
The other party came over with a smile, looked up at him under the tree, and said, "Why do you read books here, be careful to be swept up like a snowdrift."
He should be happy to see someone he hadn't seen for a long time, but in the end it seemed that he just replied "Where does the snow come from in June".
It was a moment too long ago, ordinary trivial matters, nothing special, even he almost forgot, but he didn't expect another person to remember it.
The person he thought was the most unlikely to remember, actually remembered everything.
And he couldn't even find a reason for this moment to be remembered for a while.
He also saw himself standing in the endgame of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, holding countless staggered puppet lines, dragging twelve giant puppets that turned the world upside down to look over;
Standing on the top of the mountain where Songtao is ten thousand hectares, and handing over pine mash wine under the star river;
Standing beside the white plum tree, one second, his face was expressionless, and the next second, he turned his head under the strong wind to avoid the colliding flower branches, and then burst into laughter.
…
But more are the far silhouette and the back.
Walk on the quiet and comfortable stone road, walk through the mountains and villages. Through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, through the dark and cramped corridors... Then turn a corner and never see again.
Wen Shi looked at those figures blankly, as if watching a familiar and unfamiliar pantomime.
He never knew...
It turned out that Chen Dao had sent him so many times behind him.
He only knew that every time he went down the mountain, the other party just leaned against the door and watched him walk through the first mountain bend, then he would turn around and go back into the house. Never even say goodbye...
Only one time.
only once...
The man said to him, "Don't look back..."
At that moment, the dusty memory in the deepest part suddenly loosened a bit. I don't know if it was due to the influence of these inner magic realms, or because he was clearly feeling that the spirit of another person was dissipating.
Like a fire that runs out of oil, it goes out little by little.
He tried to recall many times, but he still could not remember the reason for this sentence. But at this moment, I remembered a scene of fragments—
That was the final moment of the seal formation.
Eight hundred miles of land is completely devoid of vegetation and spooky.
The millions of resentment and obsessions carried by those mortals have all turned into monstrous ghosts under the effect of the battle, screaming and tearing.
All the souls that enter the battle will be torn to shreds in an instant, and their bones will be thrown to ashes.
He remembered that his mouth was full of blood, and his body was full of blood.
The twelve giant puppets roared in the raging fire, turning into pieces with flaming fire, falling down in large and small, like a heart-wrenching torrential rain.
And he still clenched the puppet line, wanting to go to the center of the formation.
But when he forcibly broke everything, holding his last breath, he stumbled and grabbed the person in the center of the formation, only to find that the hand turned into a white plum branch in his palm.
Even at the last moment, even if there are millions of "evil ghosts" eating their souls and bones, and that person's life can't be taken care of, they still deliberately create an illusion...
to trick him into leaving.
The road he broke is the road to fight.
The person he wanted to keep fell far behind.
At that moment, those mourning, sharp and hysterical voices were condensed into a vortex and suffocated in the array, and in front of him was a beam of light...
He felt that someone was pressing against the back of his head, pushed him slightly forward, and said coaxingly, "Don't look back..."
Chen Buduo said: When you smell it, don't look back... I'll watch you go.
This name was chosen by that person himself, and he has only ever called it this seriously once in his life.
Since then, there has been no reply.
…
The sense of despair in the memory is painful, almost holding the sharpest blade and carving it down one stroke at a time, overlapping with this moment.
But when he smelled it, he raised his head, but he could only see himself all over the world.
The inner magic realm is getting clearer and more real. When I smell it, I can feel that the person is getting weaker and weaker, but I can't see anything.
He clenched the puppet line on his body suddenly, and his palm pulled a line from above.
Under the stinging pain of the cutting, the puppet thread he was holding was dyed red inch by inch, and blood droplets were attached to the thread, sliding down...
When it slid to a certain point, the entire illusion shook.
***
There are more and more illusions, layer upon layer. Beyond the mountains are mountains, and beyond the plains are the plains. The four fields suddenly became desolate and deserted.
Xie Wen was alone, standing in the desert.
Snow-white cotton threads wrapped around his fingers, meandering out carelessly, tying another person.
The figures in the heart demon were all around, far or near, some were talking to him, and some were laughing rarely.
He was actually sober and knew that those were fakes.
So he just listened, never made a sound.
Listening to that person is neither big nor small, there is no "Master", and he always calls him by his name, no dust, no dust, no dust...
And thank you.
Xie Wen was his childhood name. It was so long ago that he couldn't even remember it himself. There was still one time when he went down the mountain to do errands. It was obviously a sparsely populated mountain road, but he took off his mask and walked back to the official road between the cities. I don’t know if it was fate or coincidence, and he met Wen Shi.
At that time, Smell was always everywhere, and he seldom returned to Songyun Mountain.
It is very rare for teachers and students to meet by chance in the secular world. So they walked together for more than half a month, unwinding large and small cages along the way, and occasionally finding places to settle between towns.
That time Lao Mao didn't follow, but Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao were clamoring to go down the mountain for a walk. The two girls were full of curiosity about every place, and they didn't always follow them. They only imitated the people at the foot of the mountain at sunset, raising the smoke and stove to cook something and wait for them to enter the door.
That evening, the mountains were flying in the clouds, and the smoke was curling up. The whole city is full of fireworks.
When they were passing through an alley, they heard a woman leaning on the window lattice and shouting a few words, and three or two children snorted "hey" and chased past them.
Wen Shichao took a step back, watched them run away, and suddenly asked him, "What's your real name?"
This is actually a bit rash. Ordinary apprentices wouldn't ask the master's previous name, after all, it was a selfish and mundane thing in his past.
He actually knew why Wen Shi often avoided it. He clearly wanted to go back to Songyun Mountain, but he always hurried past the bottom of the mountain and entered the world alone.
He often watched on the mountain and saw it many times.
He shouldn't have mentioned anything that day, but he might have been fascinated by the fireworks in the world. He recalled it for a long time and told Wen Shi that his real name was Xie Wen, and he lived in Qiantang when he was a child. There is no distinction between the five grains, and it may be called a "dunk" in the present moment.
But even in the end, Wen Shi never called him by this worldly name.
Still calling him no dust, no dust, no dust...
This time he returned to the world, he did not intend to find anyone. After all, when he was in the Great Sealing Array, at the moment when his five senses were completely lost, he watched the clean spirit form come out of the array.
In his life, apart from the unintentional one or two occasions at the age of the weak crown, he never calculated anything. The world is so big, and he is free to come and go regardless of life and death.
The only exception was when he was dying.
Some people are too stubborn and stubborn, and he is really worried. So he took a look before falling into silence, and saw that there was a trace of that person after a thousand years.
He thought that he should have entered the reincarnation well.
After reincarnation, he has his own destiny. He couldn't stay for a long time, so he didn't intend to disturb him. He really didn't intend to look for it. But before I leave, I still want to take a look.
Looking at it, I almost can't walk anymore.
…
But in the end, we still have to go. This result was set thousands of years ago. There is only so much time, it is really harmful to add some unnecessary memories.
The things that should be done have been done, and the spirits scattered in the world have also been found. The Spirit Washing Array helped him to incorporate all the things in Qingxin Lake into his body, including the missing spiritual aspect.
As long as he sorts out the piece of Wen Shi from the vast sea of dust and crosses it, it will be considered an end.
After that, I will never see you again.
Into the black mist, the spirit is getting weaker and weaker, and this body can't hold it anymore. The string between Xie Wen's wrist suddenly broke, and the string of beads rolled to the ground.
The Sanskrit words circulating on his body also began to tremble, and a few drops of blood flowed from his heart.
The key point of the puppet is here. Once it is damaged, it will begin to wither.
The golden-winged Dapeng let out a cry, and fire flowed out of his body, spreading inward from the edge of the wings, and the place where the fire swept shrank, like a withered rotten tree.
Xie Wen is also undergoing this process, starting from the tip of his left finger and spreading all the way to his arms and shoulders...
It's just that the white clothes and red robes are wide and reach the ground, helping him cover some.
But he was like ignorant and unconscious, still closed his eyes, from the vast sea of dust, rummaging for the piece of Wen Shi.
Even at this time, even if half of his body was withered and his lips were full of blood, he still stood, and he didn't even forget to put a blinding illusion on himself to block everyone else out, lest they see this, Scared again.
He is like a lone tree, from the canopy like a cloud to the pinnacle.
Withered traces have been approaching the neck.
Xie Wen finally found the spiritual image hidden in the black mist, but found that it was different from what he imagined...
The puppet he released has been in the world for many days, and there are only two places where there are traces of the spirit of the time, one is in Sanmidian, and the other is here.
There are fragments in the Sanmidian, and it should be the majority of the spirit here.
But now, what he found is still fragments.
What about the rest
Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows knit together, and finally there was a trace of anxiety.
He closed his eyes again and continued to rummage in the dark mist.
He could feel that the body spirit in the seal formation was slowly weakening because of the black mist that was constantly being transmitted, like a candle that was about to be suffocated.
And he is getting more and more stiff, just a little bit, it will be completely turned into rotten wood.
He tried to pull Wen Shi in, and crossed over the fragments he found first. However, he heard the already withered golden-winged Dapeng suddenly let out another neigh, and a golden light flashed again on the edge of his wings.
Immediately afterwards, he found that he had no signs of decay on his neck, and he actually slowly faded from his chin, and then stopped quietly at the shoulder and neck.
Repeated this several times.
The feeling of going from life to death and from death to life is not pleasant, like being repeatedly strangled in the throat, burning my heart with fire.
But Xie Wen did not notice the pain.
He stood there alone, in a daze that he had never felt before.
Because he knows what this abnormal life and death is about—
This is a kind of tug of war. Whenever his spirit is about to be destroyed, there is another thing to protect it, continue it, and keep it in the world.
Maybe not just this moment, but also more than a day or two...
Instead, he kept him for over a thousand years.
At the moment of realization, Xie Wen almost hurriedly hooked up the spiritual fragment hidden in his body, and tried to probe it in.
His original intention was to try this piece of spiritual phase fragment to see if it could have a connection with the sealing formation. Unexpectedly, the moment he reached in, he heard all the ghosts crying together, and saw a familiar and unfamiliar scene...
That was the day he was sealed.
It is still an eight-hundred-mile wilderness, surrounded by ghosts and ghosts.
But this is not the picture in his memory, but when he smells...
He accidentally saw Wen Shi's memory in the shards of spiritual phase, so he knew those things he never knew—
He saw the illusion that he had set up a barrier, and when he was deceived, he broke open a path outside the formation, and stumbled towards the exit.
He heard himself say to Wen Shi: Don't look back...
When you smell, don't look back... I watch you go.
At that moment, all kinds of dust formed an overwhelming wind vortex, gathered towards him, and slowly disappeared into the dust together with him.
He thought this was the end...
Until today, until this moment, he didn't know...
When all his five senses were lost, and he was dragging all the black fog into six feet of loess, he thought that the person who had already entered the battle, the person he couldn't let go before he left, was madly attacked by the black fog. The white plum branches that blindfolded the eyes were clutched in the wind and hysterical.
When he saw Wen Shi, his body was covered in blood and his eyes were red, he stood up and threw out a puppet that was clean and spotless. Instead of himself, he went out to attract attention. Come out, all the roots are directed at yourself.
When he saw Wen Shi, his head was lowered, and he pinned the puppet threads into his body one by one quietly and frantically, hooking the spiritual signs one by one like hooks.
In the next second, all forces will be launched.
It is said that when people in the world suffer from severe illness or end of lifespan, the spiritual phase is unstable, and the deepest resentments and obstacles will turn against the guests and form a cage.
If there happened to be other creatures around, it would be easy to be drawn in together.
Xie Wen has entered countless cages in this life, and has also released countless cages, sent countless people, and seen countless spiritual signs.
This time, for the first time, he saw that someone stripped the spiritual aspect, fell to the ground into a cage, and wrapped him and the seal formation together.
People in the world often say that some grievances are so deep that they can even stay in the world for ten or a hundred years.
If it was heavier, would it stay longer
And those spiritual shards were scattered at the moment of peeling off, and flowed into the world with the missing black mist...
It has been around for over a thousand years since then.
A thousand years…
Just crossing the spirit is unbearable, how does it feel to be stripped of the spirit
Thank you, I don't even dare to think about it...
Obviously this person, he can't bear to shed even a little blood.
He couldn't bear to shed even a little blood, but this was the result.
At that moment, he seemed to hear a smile from the person in the illusion, and said in a hoarse voice, "Look, I lied to you too."
Xie Wen raised his head and opened it after a long time.
The moment he was detached from the memory, Wen Shi tightly clutched the blood-filled puppet line and broke through the blindfold illusion, and stumbled in.
He still could only see what Xie Wen saw, except Xie Wen himself.
So he looks like a blind man, looking around, not knowing what to focus on.
Xie Wen's Adam's apple moved, and suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and immediately grabbed it back.
He grabbed it so hard that it seemed like it was going to be carved into the blood. The moment he found someone, he seemed to finally be unable to hold on, and half-knelt on the ground.
He hung his head, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, only his lips moved.
Xie Wen followed and knelt down and tilted his head to listen.
When he heard it, he said hoarsely and stubbornly: "I remember... I already remembered, you can't leave."
Thank you so much distressed.
"You can't leave." Wen Shi said.
Xie Wen blinked and replied in a hoarse voice, "Well, I can't leave."
From a moment he didn't know about a thousand years ago, they have been entangled together, one will not die and the other will not end, and they will never leave.
Xie Wen touched Wen Shi's chin, asked him to raise his head a little, and said in a low voice, "You still have a spiritual fragment with me, and I will give it to you."
When he said this, Xie Wen loosened the puppet line on Wen Shi's body.
Those slender cotton threads were mixed with messy bloodstains, interlaced with red and white, and fell all over the ground.
Duling needs to be fed with blood.
The traces of rotten wood on Xie Wen's body have not subsided, but half of his body is still withered, his fingers are like slender and white bones, and there is no blood at all.
He picked and picked on his body, but he couldn't find a place where he could draw a clean drop of blood.
He gave a wry smile like a sigh, and lightly brushed his pale and lifeless lips with his bone-like fingers. He lowered his eyes and watched silently for a moment, then bit the tip of his tongue and leaned his head over...
This day is the same as the day the Great Seal Array fell...
There are many illusions in the array, and the grass is everywhere. Eight hundred miles of sea of blood meanders and rotten trees grow.
He knelt down and kissed Hong Chen.