Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The moon was hanging empty in the sky, casting a silver light without much warmth. Especially in the cold middle of the night, the heat from the day had long since dissipated, bringing a somewhat comfortable coolness.

Su He stood in front of the window with his eyes lowered, his soft hair on his forehead was lazily scattered and still a little moist. He looked at such a gloomy night, which always made people easily have many dark thoughts.

"Can I make a time machine?"

The woman next to him, whose face could not be seen clearly, chuckled and said, "Perhaps you can give it a try. In this world, you have to try before you know the result."

"The Nobel Prize in Physics says that quantum entanglement proves, to a certain extent, that God rolls dice and everything is predetermined. So is the end of science metaphysics?"

Su He also knew that the time machine was a fantasy. The grandfather-grandson paradox was there. He exhaled slowly, pursed his tipsy lips, turned his head and stared at the woman.

"Where are your gods? This world seems to be all about science."

It seems like God has come to a world where no one believes in God.

"Has this world been abandoned by God?" He asked calmly, without a trace of questioning in his tone.

The woman was elegant and graceful, light and graceful, with a pair of dark eyes as calm as an ancient well. She gazed serenely at the light in the distance, waiting for her loved ones to return home. She stood there without any sadness or joy, as if she was cut off from her surroundings, like the snow on the mountains at dusk, or like a lotus blooming in the barren desert.

Chang Qing's crystal skin seemed to emit a faint halo, her eyes half closed, her red lips slightly parted: "We are all human, where do gods come from? The so-called gods or immortals are nothing more than humans or other races who practiced step by step and evolved step by step to that level."

"Each world has its own rules. The way of heaven may be complete or incomplete. The world is also evolving. Some will evolve into the world of immortal cultivation, some will evolve into the end of the world, and some worlds of immortal cultivation will enter the Dharma Ending Age. The spiritual energy will gradually dry up until there is no cultivator left."

“You can never really understand a person unless you walk around in his shoes and think about things from his perspective. But when you really walk in his shoes, you feel sad even to pass by.

Sometimes, what you see is not the truth, what you know is just the tip of the iceberg.

Your various interpretations and understandings of others do not constitute one ten-thousandth of them, but they constitute the whole of you. "

Su He smiled, just like the young man who never changed, smiling freely, with a thousand kinds of tenderness hidden in his curved eyebrows and a thousand miles of spring breeze hidden in his eyes.

"That's true."

"Human beings are insignificant in the long river of history, just like a drop in the ocean. Every stroke of the pen may be the magnificent life of the ancients. Those outstanding people had a hard time, so how can we, the ordinary people, have a smooth journey? As the saying goes: Reading history for three thousand years is nothing more than fame and fortune, and enlightenment for ninety thousand miles will eventually lead to poetry, wine and pastoral life."

He began, "Many things in the past and present have been passed down in conversation. No matter how brilliant and brilliant they were, in the end they were just a faint mark on the textbooks. But that was the life I had lived."

In his previous life, he did not commit suicide, but tried again and again unwillingly and was pushed down by others, who then pretended that he had committed suicide.

When he was dying, scenes from his birth to death flashed through his mind. When he was extremely unwilling, his wandering soul met the woman in front of him.

She protected his soul which was about to dissipate and took him through a new life. She changed the fate of many people, including him.

Su He was a stickler for details. He wanted to revive Lu Ziming, but to no avail. He finally sighed softly, "I don't know if Lu Ziming can wait for decades. I'm afraid he will dig up my ancestral graves."

I hope the ancestor can reincarnate soon, otherwise if Lu Ziming finds out, he will definitely shamelessly call me his brother and take advantage of him.

He didn't want to see him, and the next second he said, "Grandson, call me grandpa."

Chang Qing promised him that he would not let Lu Ziming's soul dissipate. Maybe one day the two brothers will really meet again, Su He thought with a smile.

"That's really scary." Chang Qing also smiled. With Lu Ziming's personality, if he really met Su He's ancestor, he would really do such a thing.

Su He looked at her distractedly, coughed unnaturally, and said, "What about you? Are you afraid of anything?"

Chang Qing thought for a moment and said, "I am afraid of seeing honest people forced to lie, I am afraid of upright people being forced to bend, I am afraid of idealists seeing their ideals shattered, I am afraid of hearing the last word of truth from those who lie all the time, I am afraid of those who are cautious and self-protective suddenly speaking up for justice, I am afraid of those who have been betrayed by their ideals and eventually die for their principles. I am afraid of seeing the last courage of cowards and the charge of traitors."

"I should go now." Chang Qing said.

Su He pursed his lips, looked at her and said, "Will we meet again?"

"I don't know. Everything depends on fate."

Chang Qing didn’t know where she would go next, so there was a high possibility that they would never meet again. She was just a passer-by who happened to come into this world.

Furthermore, the lifespan of the people in this world is no more than a hundred years. To her, it is just a moment, or even a matter of a turn. These people have already returned to the earth, and their children will continue their vigorous vitality.

"We will definitely meet again." Su He looked at her quietly, as if he was stating an established fact.

"Can you tell me your name?"

The breeze gently blew Chang Qing's hair. She was silent for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Even if I tell you, you won't remember it. Even after we part, everything about me will be blurred in your mind."

There was a hint of surprise in Su He's eyes, but he still didn't believe it.

"Changqing." Changqing said.

Su He whispered quietly: "Changqing."

In the next second, there was a thunder in the sky. He looked up in astonishment and vaguely saw the ups and downs of the myriad worlds. There was a world where thousands of troops were fighting, a world where all kinds of prehistoric monsters were running everywhere, and a world with tall buildings...

The ancestors knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. The sound of their prayers seemed to be in their ears, and yet it seemed as if they were separated by endless years. Such piety and sadness carried an indescribable tragic grandeur.

Chang Qing wiped his hand lightly, and all the strange phenomena disappeared instantly, but Su He's face turned pale, as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

Just now, he felt an extremely dangerous and terrifying unknown force that wanted to wipe him out from this world, as if warning him of his disrespect.

But calling out a name brought about the annihilation of Heaven. Could it be that Heaven could not bear the cause and effect of this name?

Su He watched Chang Qing disappear, slowly spread out his hands, and a ball of spiritual power suddenly appeared in his palms.

During the time when Chang Qing entered his body, he did not fall asleep, but kept following Chang Qing. Unknowingly, he was infected with a trace of divinity and accidentally cultivated spiritual power.

All I can say is that Su He is indeed a genius, and a rare genius at that. In this world where spiritual energy is almost exhausted, he has actually embarked on the path of cultivation.

Su He lowered his eyes silently.

There is no God in this world. They do not respect God, nor do they believe in God, and they do not worship gods or Buddhas.

"Until one day, God came to an age when no one believed in God."