Outside the jungle, there is a green hills and clear water, surrounded by official roads, on which a team of horse-drawn carriages gallops. The horse-drawn carriages are made of exquisite materials and contain delicate fragrance, revealing a sense of wealth.
With the sound of horseshoes landing and the sound of wheels echoing, the current car stopped suddenly, and a seven or eight-year-old girl walked from it.
The girl was dressed in brocade clothes, her face was pink, and she looked like a jade, holding something in her arms, she got out of the carriage with difficulty, walked a few steps quickly, and came to the bushes aside.
He squatted down and put the thing in his arms on the ground. This thing was a little beast with a white bandage on its legs.
"Xiao Hei, go home..."
The girl's eyes revealed innocence and perseverance, looking at the little beast. Touched lightly on its head. The little beast raised his head, his eyes seemed to be spiritual, and he looked at the girl deeply.
At this moment, the carriage curtain was lifted behind the girl, revealing a man and a woman, both of whom are nearly middle-aged, looking at the girl, showing tenderness.
The breeze blew and the curtains fluttered, but the two people in the carriage were startled, and their eyes were lost. Not only him, but all the mortals on the surrounding motorcade at this moment, they were all like this.
Even the girl squatting next to the little beast was confused in her eyes. Only the little beast suddenly made a hostile sound, opened his mouth, showing his teeth, as if he had forgotten his injured right leg, jumped directly behind the girl, and yelled at the sky continuously.
There was fear in its eyes, but there was a power that kept it from shrinking, but constantly growling. At this time, it didn't even notice that there was a little blood on the bandage of his right leg.
"The ways of heaven are endless, the avenues are endless, and the things of good deeds form the cause of today... In the future, there will be a cycle of its own, but there will be a cause and effect..."
The voice of the vicissitudes of life echoed the world, but with a faint understanding.
The little beast trembled, but still roared, eyes full of agility, staring at the sky, it could feel that there was a breath that almost suffocated it in the surrounding sky, but at this moment, it was unwilling to retreat!
With a sigh, it came slowly and gradually disappeared. The little beast's eyes showed confusion. With its not fully opened intelligence, it did not know the meaning of the sound in its ears. But the moment the sound fell in his ears, it looked like a flower in front of its eyes and saw a scene.
An old woman in her twilight years, lying in a very luxurious room, her face full of wrinkles, can not hide her kind face, although she is dead, her eyes are not muddy. , Closed his eyes with a smile, and suddenly a huge beast fell from the sky. After the beast fell, he took a deep look at the old woman, opened his mouth and exhaled a white breath that filled the old woman's body, and then left. go.
"Little Black..."
The old woman opened her eyes.
The illusion disappeared, and the confusion in the little beast's eyes became thicker. The breeze blew and swept away everything. The people on the carriage were sober, as if they didn’t know everything just now. Even the little girl didn’t notice anything. While smiling, she turned to look at the little beast and whispered: "Little Black... Go home."
In the mortal world, in the village, a middle-aged woman was pointing at the child who had smashed a porcelain bowl by her side. Loud reprimand, in the words, the child seemed to be extremely wronged, standing aside crying, but he did not dare to speak.
Next to him, there was a middle-aged man. He squatted on the ground with a pipe in his hand. He raised his head after a few puffs, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he sighed and stopped speaking.
At this moment, when the breeze blew, the woman who was cursing was startled, her eyes were confused, not only her, but even the man next to her, who was slamming the smoke gun, couldn't help but pause.
Only the child, as if not discovering all this, whispered in crying, "Mother. There are cracks in that bowl..."
"Dao is like this bowl, if it is not perfect, there will be cracks, and it can be broken at any time..."
A long sigh of vicissitudes of life came slowly between this world, and the breeze swept away, as if leaving.
The confusion in the middle-aged woman's eyes disappeared, as if she hadn't noticed at all, she continued to blame the child for the broken bowl of heartache. The middle-aged man next to him also knocked the pipe in his hand to the ground, picked it up after a few times, and took a hard sip.
Only the child, who opened his eyes wide, looked at the sky in the distance. He seemed to see an uncle, walking away in the void. Despite the mother's scolding, the child rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was nothing left. .
In the mountains and rivers, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with a panic on his face, ran hurriedly. There was fear in his eyes, as if he had encountered an extremely terrible thing.
Behind him, a woman in black, with a sneer and hatred in her eyes, kept catching up. Every time she chased in, she immediately raised her long sword and stabbed it fiercely, leaving behind the man. After the blood stain, he laughed sadly.
"Guardian, you caused my family to ruin and die, but today, it fell into my hands. If you don't kill you, you will be ashamed of the world!"
When the breeze blew, the man with a face of panic and fear was immediately at a loss. Even the black-clothed woman behind him was equally confused. The sword in his hand was raised, but it did not fall.
"It's another cause and effect..."
The vicissitudes of life echoed. With a sigh, leave far away.
The breeze swept away, and the woman recovered her consciousness. In a sneer, a sword stabbed and cut off the head of the middle-aged man. She still opened her sword and knelt to the north with tears, crying: "Father, mother, boy. Revenge!"
In the mortal city, there was drizzle, falling on the ground, but there were colorful umbrellas everywhere, pedestrians hurrying, and the water trails under the feet, in the splashing of people, there appeared a circle of ripples.
One, then another... As if every ripple is a cause and effect, which continues for a long time, merges into the heaven and the earth, and becomes a part of the Tao.
The rain carries the wind, and the wind blows, as if it can blow away the ripples, but even if it does, it is only an instant. After a while, following the pedestrian's footprints, the ripples appear again, as if there is no end.
In the distance, a group of people in white clothes walked slowly amidst sorrow and joy. After that, a coffin was lifted and moved with the people, heading towards the city gate in this rainy day.
The sound of crying reverberated, and when pedestrians met them, they immediately avoided one by one.
As the team went, the sheets of yellow paper were thrown away, as if they represented the relatives of the deceased, opening the way of the underworld for them and sending them peace.
There are truths, falsehoods, sorrows, joys in the crying...
The breeze blew, with a sigh of vicissitudes of life, surrounding it.
"Death, but the end of cause and effect... All cause and effect will die with one's body..."
The ethereal voice echoed, as if asking himself.
The sorrow and joy in the crying were true and false, but they were speechless. Answering this question caused the voice of vicissitudes to gradually dissipate and leave.
In the imperial city, thousands of troops and horses approached the main palace, surrounded by armor, standing above the imperial palace, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe glared forward, and there was a deep sorrow on him.
Among the soldiers and horses below, a person walked out, but this person was wearing armor and his appearance was extremely mighty.
"Father, you are old, don't want to be in love with you!"
The yellow-robed middle-aged man had more sorrow in his eyes. In silence, a breeze blew in the imperial city, making all soldiers around him immediately confused.
"What kind of cause and effect is this..."
The weak voice went with the wind, far away from the imperial city, filled the world, blowing through mortal life everywhere, feeling the changes of heaven.
Wang Lin went all the way, constantly confirming his own way, in which there were confusion, doubts, and puzzles. The way of heaven is so big, there is no end, but it is very difficult to explore.
Following the wind, Wang Lin seemed to have a dream. In the dream, he became the blue spirit star, and all the mortals and beasts on it. All their words and deeds were seen, felt, and understood by Wang Lin. .
He saw the birth of a baby, the return of the old man, the affection of his parents, the admiration of his lover, the parting, the reunion, the goodness of human nature, the endless evil...
"Exactly... what, is it..."
Wang Lin was confused and saw all this, but in the end, there was still no answer. He kept searching, searching, and confirming, but he was getting more and more... confused.
The spiritual power on the Qingling Star is stronger, this kind of thick, with a hint of confusion, and those who vomit will immediately be immersed in a mysterious realm, as if following the vomiting, they have become the qingling star Part of their thinking, at this moment, is controlled by a strange force, and they can't help themselves, following that strange force, to pursue a result.
Wang Lin's pursuit has always continued, and time passed slowly, but to him, it seemed to have no end, always permeating the world and blending into this blue spirit star.
At sunset, in a village, in a private school, many children have already left. Only a young boy, sweeping there, the breeze blows, the boy's body is shocked, his eyes are bright, and he puts down the broomstick in his hand. Turn around and walk towards the place where Mr. lives.
"Sir, the student is puzzled!"
"Why don't you understand?"
The door was pushed open, and a mortal old man with wise eyes walked out and said calmly.
"Sir, you know, what is Tao?"
The young man looked at the old man and spoke calmly.
"road?"
The old man was taken aback, glanced at the young man, flicked his sleeves, and said, "The old man is talking about the relationship of all things, there is no way!"
The young man was silent and turned to leave. The cool breeze sent his body away, but he drifted away. The young man trembled and recovered his mind, but his mind was confused by what he had done before.
In the small city, an old man surnamed Xie, who is respected and respected by everyone in the city, lit an oil lamp in the middle of the night, picked up the scroll in the study, and was about to look.
The breeze blew and fell into the room, the oil lamp flickered and darkened, and the old man raised his head.
In the room, there was an extra voice of vicissitudes.
"You are a moralist of the city, do you know, what, is it?"
The old man's complexion was instantly pale, his hands fell to the ground with fear in his eyes, and he tremblingly said: "You...you are a man or a ghost!"
"What, is Tao?"
The vicissitudes of life echoed again.
The old man took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't understand, what is Tao..."
In the sigh, the voice disappeared far away, and the room returned to normal, but the old man was no longer in the mood to read.
In the capital city, in the school hall, countless students are holding scrolls and reading aloud relationships. An old man in white is in front of him, holding his beard with his right hand and a smile on his face.
At this moment, the breeze blew, and one of the teenagers immediately put down the scroll in his hand, stood up, and said calmly: "Sir, you know what the Tao is!"
The moment the boy's voice appeared, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the old man looked unhappy, and said in a deep voice, "This day, that's the way!"
The young man shook his head. When he sat down, his body trembled, but he returned to normal. Only the wind blew out of the school when no one noticed it.
The wind dissipated the green spirit, and for a while, among the entire Qingling star mortal, almost all the people of Degao were asked about this with various opportunities.
It's just that in the end, the answers were different, but none of them were clear.
In the perplexity, Wang Lin was immersed in this dream, constantly searching, without end, he seemed to be able to incarnate countless people, searching for the true meaning of Tao.
On this day, the old man surnamed Xie, who had been questioned by Wang Lin, had been tossing around at home for a long time, unable to calm down for a long time, as if only a meditation, the vicissitudes of life immediately echoed in his ears.
He sighed, picked up the oil umbrella, walked out in the rain, wandering on the road to the small city, his eyes were confused.
"What, is Tao... I asked myself how knowledgeable I could see through everything in this world, but I was completely asked by the words of the ghost thing... What is Tao... "
In the confusion, the old man came to the bank of the northern part of the city without knowing it. On the river, there was an old man. The old man was wearing a fur coat and a hat, sitting beside the river, casting a net in his hand to catch the fish in the river.
The old man surnamed Xie looked at all this, as if there was no focus in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "What is Tao..."
At this moment, the old man in the clothes screamed, and with joy, he picked up the fishing net. There were a few big fishes inside. The fish opened his mouth and tried to swallow the river water, and his eyes seemed to show. Despair, even from its violently slapped body, there was a struggle!
This scene, like lightning, directly hit the old man surnamed Xie, causing him to tremble violently, staring directly at the fish in the net and the old man who caught the net.
"This... This is the Tao! I am the fish, the Tao is the net, and the river is the sky. The old man who fishes the net is the good fortune in charge of destiny!"
The old man Xie was at the epicenter of the drama, but it was in the rain, and there was a gust of wind roaring throughout the world.
In this violent wind, there was a force of heaven and earth. The old man who caught the net immediately let go of the net and sat on the ground with his face full of hesitation. As for the old man surnamed Xie, he also took a few steps back and forced himself to be calm. .
The wind condenses and turns into one person, Wang Lin!
He lowered his head and glanced at the fish that had fallen into the river again, swimming incessantly, with a clear understanding in his eyes, raised his right hand, and a little bit below, a spirit of heaven and earth immediately merged into the body of the old man named Xie.
"You send Wang Mingwu, I will give you a good luck..."