The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Life world, the first place.

Wind, snow, quicksand, windy sky.

There is still a strong wind passing through here, and it is completely deserted.

However, the more desperate the situation, the more rare opportunities arise, which clearly shows the magic of nature.

However, today, a man and a woman walked out of a cave together, wearing white clothes and green skirts, just like the immortals.

Naturally, it was Lin Daiyu and Lianyi.

"I saw him last time. I estimate that he still has twenty years to live. Now let's go see him for the last time." Ripple sighed.

"Well, when we got married last time, Brother Li mentioned it separately in his letter. If he doesn't show up for a long time, I will make this trip on his behalf. This can be regarded as fulfilling an agreement for him."

After Lin Daiyu finished speaking, he looked in one direction with far-reaching eyes.

Over the years, with Bodhi Flower Tea and powerful Mahayana masters from the Miracle Pavilion coming to get married, the two have become a couple of gods that everyone in the wild world envies, and no one dares to offend them.

A few months later, a small mortal country.

The spring rain is as delicate as silk, dripping between the white walls and green tiles.

A pair of young men and women, holding oil-paper umbrellas, stepped lightly on the moss-covered bluestone.

They walked towards this path and walked slowly in the mist.

At the end is a small wooden building. An energetic old man, wearing a coarse robe and holding a heavy black umbrella, is standing in front of the building with a smile on his face.

"You two are truly gods and immortals. Their appearance has not changed at all compared to twenty years ago."

The old man sighed with a smile, but the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper.

"Brother Xiao is now over ninety years old, and his energy is no worse than before." Lin Daiyu cupped his fists and performed a martial arts ceremony.

This old man naturally made a fifty-year agreement with Li Chu, and Xiao Ziqi could stop peeing in the middle of peeing.

Back then, carrying a bow and a sword given to him by Li Chuyi, he rushed into the night without hesitation.

Because he wanted to single-handedly march through the royal court with a sword and horse to seek justice for his parents, sisters.

The stories of mortals may not be as mysterious as those of cultivating immortals, but in terms of thrilling level, they may not be any different.

The three of them moved into the small building, approached the window, and looked at the hazy rain and mist outside.

Ripple took the initiative to make tea aside, the beauty was picturesque, lively and fragrant, nothing more than that.

"Hey, I didn't dare to break the promise I made with Brother Li. Unexpectedly, he disappeared."

Xiao Ziqi, with white hair hanging down his shoulders, was sitting on a recliner, looking at the misty rain in the distance. He unknowingly remembered the days when he was traveling with Li Chuyi, and then sighed.

"Brother Xiao, do you have anything to say to Brother Li? If he returns in the future, I can send a message to him."

Lin Daiyu looked at the old man beside him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a mortal's life is really too short.

Xiao Ziqi, the deadline has arrived.

"Brother Lin, I died at the end of my life." Xiao Ziqi rubbed the sword in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

In the palace back then, he used this sword to chop off the heads of nearly five hundred people, all of whom were relatives of the emperor. Each blow was extremely sharp and he did not even blink.

Every time I think about it now, I still feel extremely happy.

"In fact, before a person dies, he always looks at his past from a complete timeline. There used to be so many difficulties and obstacles, but now it seems that they are gone."

Xiao Ziqi smiled again, his eyes full of open-mindedness, and raised his glass again.

"Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, maybe the wind and clouds will not be clear when I return."

Lin Daiyu nodded, "Don't be happy when you gain, don't worry when you lose. The so-called passing of time is just sudden."

"Brother Xiao is in such a free and unrestrained mood, I admire him."

But at this moment, Xiao Ziqi suddenly looked at Lin Daiyu and said, "Brother Lin, can you immortals answer me a question?"

"Brother Xiao, please ask."

"I would like to ask, is there any time in this world?"

Lin Daiyu suddenly frowned, "There must be some, the four seasons are spring, summer, autumn and winter, and people's birth, old age, illness and death, aren't these all time?"

"In addition, we practitioners often talk about the three thousand avenues, and the avenue of time ranks at the forefront."

"If you understand this avenue, you can easily reverse the course of time. You can even step into the past and future, and you will be able to do anything."

"As long as there are people practicing in all the worlds, even the countless legendary worlds, no one has ever questioned time."

"Those who can even step into the realm of time are the most talented people in the world."

After hearing this explanation, Xiao Ziqi was a little silent. After a long time, he asked again, "Is there really reincarnation after death?"

Lin Daiyu shook his head, "That's not clear, because the theory of reincarnation was first proposed by Buddhism. They most advocate the six paths of reincarnation and cause and effect."

"For us cultivators, we actually don't believe in reincarnation. We only believe in four words."

"Immortality."

The mist and rain outside were still hazy, and a slanting wind came towards them, blowing on the faces of the three people, bringing a bit of coolness.

Lin Daiyu and Lianyi looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

A mortal always feels something strange when he suddenly discusses time and reincarnation before death.

Could it be that when a person is about to die, he will inevitably think of some strange things?

But at this moment, the recliner under Xiao Ziqi began to shake for no reason without any external force.

"Is there really no reincarnation?"

"But if there is no reincarnation, what is over there?"

Xiao Ziqi was still full of energy at first, but now he suddenly became withered and skinny, dying, and his eyes were full of death.

His chest heaved violently, as if he was about to be out of breath, his pupils shrank to a point, and he glanced over his head and pointed in one direction.

"If... if there is no reincarnation, then what is it?" He said tremblingly, as if he was about to die.

After witnessing all this, it seemed normal, but Lin Daiyu and Lianyi could not help but feel coldness rising from their chests.

It's because there are no clues that it makes people feel scary.

Lin Daiyu looked in the direction of Xiao Ziqi's finger. He saw a plum forest and nothing else.

"Brother Xiao, what exactly did you see?", he asked quickly.

"I...I saw something that looked like a millstone. It seemed boundless and full of blood."

"It...it just stood there." Xiao Ziqi gasped and pointed again.

"Under that millstone, there are countless bald monks. They are all naked, with veins popping out on their bodies, and they are working hard to grind the millstone."

"Keep pushing, keep pushing..."

Hearing this, Lin Daiyu and both of them felt chills running down their spines.

The recliner under Xiao Ziqi was shaking faster and faster, and even started to creak.

At this moment, he raised his head and pointed to the sky again, "Then... what is that, one after another, seemingly endless... endless..."

Seeing this, Lin Daiyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to stabilize the recliner, trying to stabilize it, but as he put his hand on it, the recliner immediately stopped.

But when he let go, it began to shake out of thin air again.

"Xiao...Brother Xiao, what exactly did you see in the sky?"

Lin Daiyu suppressed the shock and asked hurriedly.

"I saw……"

Suddenly, Xiao Ziqi's throat felt like it was being strangled, and then his pupils began to dilate and his whole body drooped limply.

A faint smell of decay surrounded him, like the smell of corpses or the smell of old people.

Xiao Ziqi, died.

The recliner under him was still swaying back and forth, looking eerie and terrifying in this rainy day.