Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 3 is a shroud synonymous with death!

The clouds and mist that supported Sumentu kept moving, and they didn't completely dissipate until he stepped on the round table where the old man was.

After Sumentu completely stepped on the round table, a solidified force suddenly surrounded him. Sumentu felt that something was wrong, and this force completely enveloped him. His body could not move at all, at most he could only turn Eyeballs to express the slightest sense of fear.

Maybe smelling the breath of outsiders, the white rabbit in the old man's arms began to move restlessly. After several struggles, the old man let go of the rabbit in his arms, and the rabbit started running on the stone slab. Before it ran a few meters, the fur on its body It began to fall off, and even the flesh and blood disappeared into the air. In the end, only a skeleton was left scattered all over the ground, and then turned into powder at an extremely fast speed and was carried up by misty clouds.
The old man sighed softly and slowly stood up and walked towards Sumentu. With every step he took, bright and crystal-clear flowers and grass would quickly grow on the stone slabs, and gorgeous butterflies would emerge from their cocoons in the blink of an eye and circle around the old man's head. With flying feet, the old man walked more than a dozen steps, and more than a dozen flowers and plants grew on the stone slabs. Until the old man came to a stop in front of Sumentu, the grass under his feet quickly became thicker and stronger, turning into two vines that spiraled long. grew up.

But compared with the fresh life on the ground, what Sumentu felt was the decayed breath coming from the old man.
He glanced behind the old man and was shocked to find that the originally vivid flowers and plants were decaying and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into powder and disappeared with the clouds.

It wasn't until the old man came closer that Sumentu could see clearly that there was a withered body wrapped in the plain white cloak!

He still couldn't see the old man's eyes clearly, but everywhere he could see were the shrouds synonymous with death!

Sumentu read a book a long time ago, and the name of that book was too long ago to remember. At the end of the book, Sumentu remembered a sentence deeply: the cycle of life and death, reincarnation, this The world has its own cycle, and she does not allow any creature or dead thing to disrupt all inherent existence, but when the meaning of life and death is given to a person or a thing at the same time, a god is born, and it must be It will come to the world, accompanied by the wonderful sound of the Kingdom of God.

Birds, beasts, fish and insects, mountains, seas, trees and rocks, the voices of the whole world sang with the old man's movements.

The old man also raised his head slowly, and it was only then that Sumentu really saw the old man's eyes.

If the whole body of the old man represents death, then these eyes are the place of death!
Sumentu was completely attracted by the old man's eyes, and he saw the whole world from the old man's clear eyes.

"Do you know the meaning of life." The old man's voice was warm and peaceful.

As soon as the old man said these words, Sumentu felt that the force restraining him disappeared.

"Life. Is it for success? Or"

The old man turned his withered hands covered in shrouds behind his back, and then said in a calm tone: "Do you know the meaning of death?"

Sumentu was silent.

There were more clouds and mist around, filling the entire emptiness of the huge hall, and the wonderful sounds became richer.

"Life has no meaning, and death has no meaning."

After hearing the old man's words, Sumentu became even more silent. These questions were obviously not something he could answer.

The old man stretched out a hand, and took out a delicate coffin from his arms. The coffin was as big as a palm and shaped like a cross.

"Life has no meaning, but it can be given by people, just like it." Just as he was speaking, the old man opened the delicate coffin.

Sumentu saw clearly what was inside the coffin. It was a cockroach, yes, the cockroach with the cross engraved on its back, Sumentu caught it with a piece of toilet paper and threw it out in the afternoon.

"Could it be that the so-called heinous crime is that I killed this cockroach?" After Sumentu said this, he suddenly felt that everything was too absurd.

The old man's gray beard was slightly raised, and Sumentu knew that he was smiling.

"Do you know that besides life and death, there is also something called destiny."

Su Mentu just shook his head blankly: "Absurd, extremely absurd."

The old man held the coffin with one hand, looked at the cockroach with the cross on the back and said: "Its name is Zongzu, and it is the first generation of primitive spiritual creatures. Its meaning is to create the entire insect world, but its life is It ends with you, death begins with you, this is destiny."

After finishing speaking, the old man showed a deep smile, and the coffin in his hand turned into dust and dissipated like the white rabbit flowers and plants before. After all this was done, the old man's figure also gradually disappeared into the clouds.

Su Mentu looked at the strange ball that appeared in the palm of his hand. This ball appeared inexplicably in the old man's hand when he disappeared. It had the texture of glass, but there were fragments flashing inside.

Just when he was wondering, the giant hall began to disappear, and even the round table disappeared. Sumentu lost the support of the cloud and mist, and his head became more and more dizzy, and then fell out of thin air.

Sumentu's figure seemed to have lost its substance, passing through layers of reinforced concrete, and finally fell on the bed in his room, and then fell asleep deeply, as if none of this had happened.
In the early morning, the snow outside the window had stopped long ago, and the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky for many days also dissipated. The warm winter sunlight came in from the window and shone on Sumentu's bed.The snow plow on the road played soothing songs and swept away the snow on the main road. The owner of the breakfast shop on the street greeted the cleaners who had just finished sweeping the garbage to eat. The homeless man laughed happily while hugging the warm soybean milk
The alarm clock on the bedside table rang on time. Sumentu opened his sleepy eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. He looked around again. Everything looked familiar.

After confirming again, Sumentu took off the quilt and sat up, sighing relaxedly: "It turns out it was really a dream, but this dream is really magical and real!"

Sumentu stretched happily: "It's great, what a beautiful day!"

He turned his head and was about to take two pieces of clothing and put them on, but the touch from his fingers made him freeze. The shape of the glass ball and the cold touch of his fingertips almost made the blood in his body freeze.

But that glass ball is real, it just appeared in front of his eyes, and there are intermittent fragments flashing inside the glass ball, all of which are stating a fact, that is what happened last night, it is true!

Sumentu didn't bother to put on clothes anymore, and ran to the bathroom barefoot. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but when the cold water dripped on his feet along the tip of his hair, Sumentu's whole body trembled. Jitter sat directly in the bathtub full of ice water, the biting cold feeling all over his body refreshed his senses over and over again, telling him over and over again that all this was true.

Sumentu's cognitive outlook over the past 20 years, like being washed over and over again by cold water, was gradually hit hard, slowly collapsed, and there was nothing left.

On the second day after Christmas, Sumentu was rarely late.

The whole day, Sumentu stayed in his little room, but he didn't feel like some characters in TV dramas or movies. Once he came into contact with something he had never known, he would feel fear and start to escape. Keep yourself bored in the house and be negative all day long, waiting for the end to come.

After sitting in the bathtub in the bathroom for half an hour, Su Mentu fully accepted this brand-new cognition. After that, he was always in a state of excitement, yes, it was excitement, and he searched the room. For every book, if you can't find it, you can find some related myths or supernatural events on the Internet.

He studied the glass ball for a long time, but he still couldn't find any flaws. The images that flashed inside were all blurred. Sumentu even found a knife to try to make marks on the glass ball, but the final result was To his surprise, the glass ball would not leave any marks after being scratched by a knife, even if it was struck with a blunt instrument, the glass ball was extremely hard and remained in its original shape.

At the end of the day, Sumentu spent all his time on re-cognition of God. In the early morning, when his stomach was growling fiercely, Sumentu came out of the state of full devotion.

He let out a long sigh of relief and cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles. After eating quickly, he washed himself, picked up the glass ball and lay down on the bed.

Images of Strange Dimension, Huazang Anger Buddha, Sakyamuni and the mysterious old man also kept flashing in his mind.

"The world of Huazang, the kingdom of Buddha, the huge palace, the stone bricks that depict the story. This world is amazing." Sumentu looked at the glass ball in his hand, looked at the stars outside the window, and sighed softly
(End of this chapter)