The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 112, last photo

Li Yu looked at the woman in front of her who didn't fit in with the painting style around her, but couldn't tell how much she had a connection with [God].

"Is she a ghost or a monster?"

"She is the god of incense and fire, an existence born of desire."

"God?" Feng Qiuxue looked in disbelief.

"What kind of existence do you think, for the Chinese people 100 years ago, who could move on paper like this and survive in the [heaven] here?" Although Li Yu didn't want to admit it, but for For China a hundred years ago, whether it was the concept of a movie or the luxurious life of the [God] in the movie, it was something that only a [God] could do.

Awe and longing breed faith, and faith produces gods.

The first movie in the first movie theater was worshiped and elevated to the existence of God.

"Movies bring happiness to people. Whether it is a hundred years ago or now, it is the main tone. Isn't this movie the same? It brought joy to people who had no spiritual sustenance at that time, and gradually turned into belief and upgrading." Li Yu paused and said: "Actually, there are many similar puppet worships among the people. There are similar things in both the East and the West. Black cats in Egypt and voodoo dolls in tribes. As for whether they have become incense gods or not, I don't know." understood."

At this time the system said.

"Becoming an incense spirit is the fastest shortcut to transform [things] into [life]. It does not need to grow like a ghost spirit. Although the process of incense spirits becoming life is faster and faster, the way they lose their lives is also very fast. As long as they are If they are forgotten, they will gradually disappear, and although they can manifest themselves in front of humans, they cannot touch humans, once touched, it will cause irreversible damage to both parties, this is the rule."

Li Yu thinks this is fair. Once a spirit monster is called "life", it will always be life until the day it dies. become sentient beings.

But there is also a cruelty in it. The god of incense and fire was born according to the wish, and died because of the wish, and many restrictions were imposed on him.

"Qiu Xue, we have actually met before." Meng looked at Feng Qiuxue calmly and naturally, as if looking at her granddaughter.

Feng Qiuxue: "???"

"We...have met?" Feng Qiuxue looked at Meng with disbelief, and said directly: "Impossible, if I met, I will definitely have an impression."

At this time, Feng Qiuxue suddenly felt a vague but real memory flooding into his mind.

It was the first time when I was riding a bicycle and fell on the lawn, weeping loudly and stroking the wound.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】

At this time, an oriental woman in a long skirt with a gentle face came into her eyes.

【Didn't Qiuxue say that she was stronger than anyone else? No matter how she fell, she would cry. 】

【Grandma Meng, but...but it really hurts.】

【Don't cry, don't cry.】

"What's going on with these memories?" Feng Qiuxue cried for some reason.

After those dusty, forgotten memories were taken out, a wave of sad feelings flooded into my heart.

Soon, more memories emerged.

There are many, many memories created with the dream, just like a real grandma, protecting their growth, like a real grandma, and memories of Feng Yuzhong's happy life.

She didn't appear out of thin air, let alone disappear out of thin air.

It's just that these memories were forgotten by her.

As a member of this big family, I used to live here.
"I'm being forgotten." Meng's tone was a little regretful, looking at the hand that was gradually blurring: "It has been so long, and many people who were happy because of me have passed away, and the descendants are not happy. I don't need it."

Li Yu is silent, the dream of being the God of Incense is being forgotten, the development of the film industry, even in China, this form of mime is being eliminated at a rapid pace, and in the end no one knows what happened, except Chaplin Except for the hundred-year-old masters, others can only be forgotten, or be excavated in the long river of history in the future.

The same is true for dreams, she has accompanied a generation, became a god because of the belief of a generation, and the generation is gradually dying, she will also usher in the fate of finally dissipating, and complete her final end.

"My duty is to bring happiness to other people, the meaning of my existence, my existence." Meng looked at Feng Yuzhong tenderly: "But he gave me a different meaning, let me not only be an incense spirit, but also a I can have more things, love, family affection, many things, things that I hope but can't get."

"I, I remember you." Feng Qiuxue hesitated to speak.

"It's useless for you to remember me, only those who give me life and believe in me remember me." Meng Rourou said with a smile: "Now the only one who can [remember] me is you."

Feng Yuzhong smiled, wanted to say something, coughed and coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Although I don't understand it very well, but I'm about to die. For a person like me, even if I remember you, it's useless. After all, I'm about to die."

Li Yu understood.

Feng Yuzhong's illness took his life.

And the incense fire god who relies on Feng Yuzhong's "letter" to maintain the entity is also gradually weakened because of Feng Yuzhong's weakening life, and the incense fire spirit is also gradually weakened.

The day Feng Yuzhong dies, Dream will die too.

Li Yu hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "I can let you survive, I have a magic weapon that can provide you with the power to survive."

As long as Meng enters Taishan Yinli and becomes a vassal of Taishan Yin, he can survive without relying on others.

Of course, Li Yu can also guess what the answer is.
"You humans have a saying." Meng said with a smile: "I don't live together, but I die together. I can only do this."

Li Yu saw that the photos in Feng Qiuxue's hands were gradually becoming blurred. It is not difficult to know that these original photos had faces, but because of the disappearance of the sense of existence, the faces in the photos began to disappear.

Only now, not only did the face disappear in the photo, but even the figure became blurred.

Feng Yuzhong is dying, and his dream will eventually pass away.

"Master, I have a wish."

"Say."

"Can you help us take a family portrait?" Meng Wei smiled.

At this time, more and more people gathered in front of the door, and the arrogant young master was crying.

They are all members of this family. At the moment when the dream was released from the movie, the memories have temporarily returned to them. They all remembered the person who lived in this big house and then disappeared. .

Li Yu took the SLR camera.

"of course can"

The photography skills are not good, but it is quite easy to take pictures of this big family.

In the photo, the happiest Feng Yuzhong also has a dream of smiling like a flower.

This is the last and most complete family portrait——

(End of this chapter)