Boom... It's so hot
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When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was a vast expanse of whiteness, like smoke and mist. Or, nothing. It's too white, but it looks more like an illusion, but I know it's not.
I hate white, there is no reason, just pure hate, as if I hate white from birth.
I waved my hand, and the white thick blood-like substance floated left and right with my hand, but did not disperse.
In an instant, the white in front of my eyes disappeared without a sound. It disappeared so completely and so decisively, as if it had never appeared before. It's just that I can prove that it did exist, but it was too fast to leave anything behind.
As for me, it seems that there is nothing left to leave, and I will leave as soon as I break up. Even if I don't want to give up, so what
The white is gone, and what comes into view is a large piece of irises. iris? Heh, when I saw it, I blurted out its name.
Look at the iris in front of you and think it is an iris. Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is only subconsciously identified.
Red, orange, yellow, blue, indigo, and purple petals bloom quietly, and the green leaves set off silently. The ocean of seven colors grows without sadness or joy in this place without sunshine and rain. There is no difference between day and night.
The wind suddenly picked up. Heh, I chuckled, I didn't expect there to be wind here. Tens of thousands of irises swayed in the wind, and for a while, I couldn't move, as if I was imprisoned from the deepest part of my soul, it was the curse of fate, and I could never break free...
Can't break free? That's all, just, I don't know, what binds my soul? What is it that brought me the curse of eternal life
In a trance, the irises in his eyes slowly dissipated into flying smoke, slowly drifting away... leaving nothing but nothingness.
In the confusion, it seems to see the moonlight shining on the earth. A man in white is playing Xiao to the moon, and next to him is a dancing figure, dancing like clouds and water, but he can't see his face clearly. Is it Fairy Moon
With a low laugh, I'm the kind of person. Heh, you are not even a human being at all, so how can you see a fairy? The heaven, the human world, and the underworld have been separated thousands of years ago. Creatures in the human world can enter the heaven and the underworld through cultivation or obsession. And the so-called gods can freely travel among the Three Realms.
It seems that we are the only ones here, and we will never be able to get rid of it forever. Our souls have already been branded with the mark of this hell, and can never be washed away.
We can enjoy eternal life just like God. However, eternal life is more like a torment for us.
The figures under the moon became more and more blurred, slowly crumpled into a ball by the moonlight, and dispersed with the wind. I didn't have a chance to think about it.
It was dark again in front of my eyes. It was nothing to me who had already lived in hell, but I felt a burst of panic for no reason.
The blackness here is too thick to melt or wave away. I, really, don't like it. Close your eyes, but it seems that the shackles are getting tighter. So cold, so cold... For the first time, the "Pluto" who was used to living in hell felt a biting cold.
The surroundings are getting colder and colder. There is no wind, but it is colder than the wind.
Suddenly, Wukong and him didn't know what was going on now. Will they die
On second thought, I realized that I was so ridiculous. What if they died? They can still be reincarnated. In the unknowable future, if you can think of everything today, it will be just a joke.
Yes, what they will destroy is only a body, but their soul, their substance, will never perish.
It's human! This is God!
And the sad thing will always be our ridiculous souls that can't see the light of day. Once they are annihilated, they will be real, scattered, scattered...
"Where is this—where is this?" I suddenly roared in all directions as if going crazy, my long black hair spread out in the darkness, flying around for a long time...
"Where is this—where is this? I answer! Answer!"
Maybe I'm tired. I was really tired, after shouting for so long, but in the end I could only sit slumped on the cold ground, with my flying hair sticking to my face in a mess.
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I covered my entire face with my hands and wanted to cry, but I didn't know how to cry.
Look up and look at the sky.
But what can you see in the dark? Do I still want to see the stars? Star? Heh, something that doesn't exist in hell, how could I suddenly...
It seems that since his arrival, there have been too many puzzles.
This is a fuzzy world, fuzzy white, fuzzy black. Even the black mandala not far away, even though I saw it, bloomed vaguely alone in this vague darkness.
Yes, I saw it, I really saw it. Black, mandala.
It seems that, long, long ago, someone told me that the black mandala represents the unpredictable death. ,
Oh, death? But, I don't know, who will be the dead person? me? Maybe. Or maybe, it will be an irrelevant person.
I suddenly wondered if anyone would be sad for me if my smoke was gone. Or, you will think of me by chance, so, okay.
The mandala is fleeting in my eyes. Here, everything seems to be so fast, come quickly, can't see where it comes from; go fast, don't know where to go. Everything, no origin, no end.
Suddenly, a ray of Buddha's light lit up in the eastern sky. Although it was so soft that people couldn't help but want to get close, it seemed to be able to illuminate the whole world. The Buddha's light approached the darkness, but the darkness seemed to be guiding the light.
That light is not as dazzling as the sun, nor as cold as the moon. It's warm and comfortable.
The Buddha's light illuminated the entire sky, but my eyes gradually became confused, and my eyes were blurred, without distinction between light and dark, black and white.
When I opened my eyes again, I was out of the peach blossom forest. Looking around, I saw him and Wukong as if they had just woken up.
What did they see there
Suddenly I saw him staring at me closely, with an unknown light shining in his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but in the end he just asked softly: Are you okay? "
I shook my head, raised my head, looked at him, and found a trace of fear hidden deep in his eyes.
What is he afraid of
"Are you afraid?" I couldn't help but asked this question out of my mouth.
"Afraid?" He laughed lightly as if he had heard a very funny joke: "Afraid? What is there to be afraid of, what is there to be afraid of!" He suddenly seemed to be a different person, no longer It's not the young man who is neither sad nor happy every day, but gentle as jade, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Apart from him, other than that person, what else is there to be afraid of? Tell me, would I be afraid?" His eyes Looking straight at me, as if trying to see right through me.
Suddenly, he fell silent, leaned against a tree trunk silently, and lowered his head.
I think, just now, he probably forgot my identity. After all, no one has dared to yell in front of "Pluto"; and maybe, he knows everything, just because he is a god...
I think the person who will scare him is the Emperor of Heaven. Is the Emperor of Heaven scary? I don't know because it has nothing to do with me.
Turning my head, I saw Wukong, who was looking at me with a half-smile. It's like watching a play, but he is a person outside the play.
But, can this drama get out? If I can get out, why am I still in deep trouble
Wukong walked over to me and said something in my ear that made me struggle for a long time.
He said, the peaches there are really big! It's a pity, I can't eat it!
I think, what he said, is in the illusion. Unexpectedly, he would see Tao Zi there.
"Let's go, this is just an enchantment, just step out of here." Ben was concentrating under the tree, suddenly raised his head and said.
Enchantment? My eyes are searching in the forest, where is the figure of the old man? I just don't know what this enchantment indicates to us.
He walked west with his head, Wukong followed, and I walked at the end.
The moment I stepped out of the enchantment, I looked back and saw the old man in black clothes and white hair smiling at me so inexplicably.
Then, I heard him slowly opening his mouth to chant: All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles; like dew and electricity, they are transformed into such contemplations;
Just repeating, repeating over and over again. It's just that I have stepped out of the enchantment.
Once out of the enchantment, what is reflected in the eyes is the grayness that has not changed for a hundred years, and the faint blood.
I saw Wukong frowning tightly, I knew he didn't like the smell, even if he got used to it, he still didn't like it.
And he just stood aside, looking at me silently, but there seemed to be more depth in his eyes.
"Let's go, that's the last city near the border town. Pass through there and you'll reach the border town." I stretched out my hand and pointed to the dimly lit small town in the west.
He nodded slightly. But Wukong didn't have any expression, just opened the way.
It was a small city, the last city before the border town. It's just that the dawn of dawn is still stingy and won't appear there again.
At the entrance of the city, the blood-stained gate is already extremely old, as if the wind blows, it will turn into dust and disperse with the wind...
In hell, there are no rules like ordinary people. When entering or leaving the city, there are almost no guards at the door. Because in hell, there is no fear of rebellion. This is not self-confidence, it is just stating a fact. A fact recognized by all ghosts.
The three of us entered the city easily, and no one even bothered to look at us. Even though my looks and his looks are top-notch here, but in hell, no one will pay attention to these. Only being strong is everything.
If someone would look at us a few times, it would probably be because of the bright red robe on me. Because most of the ghosts hate red, because red reminds them of their distress when they died; and because their king likes red very much.
They worship "Pluto" almost blindly, but they don't think that their king, hehe, it's me, come to this barren and backward place.
Those eyes of curiosity and disgust stopped on me for a moment, and then moved away.
He remained the same, but I felt a trace of anger in Wukong.
For some reason, a small circle of ghosts gathered in front of them. I wanted to go around, but Wukong ran over curiously.
I had no choice but to follow behind him. I don't like excitement, never did.
However, in front of me, I didn't expect to see such a scene: a girl in red stood in the middle of the group of "ghosts", her face was covered by a red veil, but she wore an incomparable arrogance.
Such an expression must have a strong background. I just don't know, if one day her backstage collapses, what will this young girl be like? Will it still be so arrogant
I smiled, such a woman probably wouldn't be suitable for living in hell! But these have nothing to do with me. So, what else am I going to do here
I tugged the fur on Wukong's arm, indicating that it was time to leave. , he shook his head and pointed to the place: "Look, it's very interesting!"
I sighed and had to follow him. Turning his head, he found that he was also staring at the center of the "ghost group". Hehe, I didn't expect that the girl in red would attract his attention, since that's the case, let me take a look.
At this time, I noticed that opposite the girl in red was a middle-aged ghost with a bearded face, the corners of his eyes were slightly hung up, and there was a disgusting * in his eyes. In this way, it is indeed very interesting.
The middle-aged ghost frivolously stretched out his dark and rough fingers, as if he wanted to hook your girl's chin.
There was a crisp sound of "snap", and the girl mercilessly slapped the claws of the middle-aged ghost, and said sharply, "Bold! Do you know who you are molesting?" (83 Chinese.83.)