Yin Yang ferry

At the end of Huangquan, Jiuyou is bright.

The wild sand rolled up by the vortex is shrinking little by little, and those who want to come in from the outside will be torn to pieces by the wind and sand almost immediately.

Even if gods and demons come here, there is no exception.

This is a strange phenomenon formed at the intersection of the yin and yang worlds for thousands of years, where various auras are crushed and intermingled.

The reason why Guanghan is fine is because he has a fragment of the magic mirror in his hand, and he has absorbed the two spirits of the black dragon and Sirius, so he is no longer what he used to be.

And the young man in his arms, the remnant soul is still there, the remnant soul is still there, it is already in the state of not entering the three realms and jumping out of the five elements, and will soon completely dissipate, and be with the light.

"The story I want to tell is something I met by the Yellow River when I was passing by the Yellow River."

Guang Han spoke leisurely, his voice was unusually calm.

The blood and dust on his body, and the injuries from the fierce battle seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"There was a man who came out with a fleeing team. He was accompanied by his wife, daughter, and son. At that time, there were years of natural disasters, and many people could not survive. They had to give up the land they cultivated and mixed with the refugee team to go to other places. Looking for a way to survive. But there is no, there is famine everywhere, and soon even the bark and grass roots are dug up, and they can only eat Guanyin soil. Do you know what Guanyin soil is?"

The young man's fingers moved slightly.

Guanghan actually understood, the other party meant that he didn't know.

He explained: "This is a kind of soil mixed in the interlayer of rocks. When it rains, the water stays in the crevices of the rocks. When the sun shines, it is not easy to be dried, and it slowly softens the surrounding soil layers. Soil can be eaten and is not fatal, but it cannot be digested and excreted from the body, and it will bloat and die after a long time. However, in the year of natural disasters, it is better to die of hunger than starvation, so many people know that they will die, but they will continue to eat the Avalokitesvara soil , until he swells to death."

The young man's lips moved, and he said softly: "Eat the child."

Guanghan: "That's right, those who don't want to be full to death will focus on human flesh. If they dare not eat their own children, they will exchange their children with others for food. But some children are so skinny that no one is willing to exchange them, so they can only eat by themselves."

The young man sighed.

This kind of thing has never been uncommon in the past dynasties. All living beings in the world live well, and there is always a very small number of people, while the vast majority suffer.

Even in a good year, they can at most eat enough, but if unfortunately the emperor suffers from convulsions, the grain harvest fails, or someone in his family is seriously ill, the money for the medicine is enough to crush the whole family.

Born as a human being, there are many sufferings, all of which test the heart and humanity.

"This man wanted to exchange his wife for food, but his wife was too thin, and he didn't want any teeth. He had to exchange it with others, and then ate the other's wife. He didn't even have the strength to set up a pot and light a fire, so he had to ask his son to help , father and son just like this, find a remote corner and boil the water."

Having said this, Guang Han paused for a while.

"Next, can you guess what happened?"

He has almost never told stories to others, his language is poor and clumsy, and he has learned how to tell stories without a teacher, but it is nothing more than to let the young people interact soberly.

"Does the man regret it?"

Not surprisingly, the young man guessed wrong.

Guang Han said: "After the water is boiled, the first thing a man cooks is not the woman who was tied up in exchange, but his son."

The young man let out an ah, showing surprise on his face.

The answer was really unexpected and unexpected.

"why?"

"Because the son still has the strength to help him make a fire pot. If the son is also hungry, the old father will definitely be the next one to eat. The father simply strikes first to save his own life. As for the woman who was exchanged, she was tied up. I don't even have the energy to run."

Guanghan told the scary story in a flat tone.

"After he cooked his son, he forced his daughter to eat it. The daughter refused to eat, so he stuffed the meat into her mouth, in order not to let her starve to death."

Youth: "...he doesn't even want his son's life, so he must not be the one who cherishes his daughter."

Guanghan: "Yes, after he had eaten and drank enough, he sold his daughter to a human tooth, exchanged for a small bag of grain, and took the exchanged woman to the south."

Youth: "What happened next?"

Guanghan: "I didn't follow them anymore."

Later, they may be lucky enough to enter a town that is not in a famine before the food is eaten. In this way, the woman may be sold by him, but the life of the woman can be saved; but the man may also die after the food is eaten. If there is no way out, then the woman can only become a new two-legged sheep.

Whether the tragedy happens or not depends on the sky.

But in troubled times, how often does such a thing happen?

If Guanghan wants to save the woman, of course he can, he can even save the man before the man cooks.

But the ration he brought was only for one person, and saving one more person meant that he might not survive.

When such choices of people's hearts were staged in front of him time and time again, he could only choose to stand by and watch.

"I have seen many such people, even if they are usually sanctimonious and compassionate, as long as a disaster can reveal their true nature. Such people are often survivors of natural disasters and man-made disasters, and those who are moral, benevolent and merciful Yes, but die the fastest. It is because there are too many selfish people, and there are only a few like you."

Guanghan looked at the person in his arms.

In the past, his only wish was to survive. For this wish, he could turn his back on his biological father and turn his back on the court army.

But that was many years ago, very far away.

After that, he didn't have any strong desires, it was nothing more than floating weeds, letting the wind come and go.

Going far outside the Great Wall and protecting the princess is just a reward for Pugu Huai'en.

Huang Quan has lived for thousands of years, and he has never had any obsessions. No matter how strong his strength is, he can rival Yama of the Ten Temples. He is very clear that he is still a lonely ghost in his heart.

Only this person...

Only when facing this person, for the first time, he had a stronger desire.

"I'll tell you a story too."

The young man recharged his batteries and regained a little energy.

He forced himself to sit up, but Guanghan didn't force him, and helped him to sit against the dead tree.

The dead tree is actually just a piece of dead wood, and I don't know how long it has been here. It is half dead, and its breath is like a thread, but there is still a trace of life, so it is so strong, it has become the only tree here.

"it is good."

Guanghan didn't realize that his voice was softer than ever before, he just subconsciously felt that he wanted to speak like this.

"Do you want to talk about the past?"

The young man smiled, neither saying yes nor no.

"On the Shangsi Festival, every family will go out for an outing and go to the river to release the lamp. One person also took the lamp. This lamp was made by him with special carvings on it. It is different from other lamps. He put the lamp carefully. He entered the river, watched it float downstream, and followed it all the way. In the end, he followed. There were too many lotus lanterns in the river. He accidentally lost his own lantern. He was very anxious, so he looked around and saw a The young monk happened to bend down to embrace a river lantern. He took a wrong look and thought that the lantern was his own. He hurried after him and asked the monk to return the lantern to him. The monk held the lantern tightly in his arms and refused Show him a look, and he feels more and more that it is his own lamp, and the two started arguing."

The young man took a breath, and Guang Han gently stroked his back.

"The monk asked him, are you sure my lamp is really what you are looking for? He said of course, I will never mistake my own lamp, it is unique. The monk said yes, then I will show you a look The man was stunned when he saw the lamp that the monk took out, because the lamp was ordinary, and it was indeed not the one he was looking for. Just as he was extremely embarrassed and was about to apologize, the monk suddenly pointed to the river and said, look , Are those your lamps? The man quickly turned his head to look, and was dumbfounded, because he found that there were densely packed lights floating on the river, all of which were carved lamps. He thought his lamps were the most special and beautiful, but In the end, it’s no different from other people’s lamps.”

Guanghan frowned and thought for a long time: "Did the monk use illusion?"

The young man laughed at his seriousness: "No, this is just a short story. This person thought he was the most special one, but in fact he is not. All living beings in the world, everyone is a unique individual."

Guanghan faintly understood what he was going to say, and this was to teach himself through the story.

"I never felt like I was special."

Youth: "I know, but you are always immersed in the memories of the past, and you can't get out. No matter how strong you become, you never look at yourself now. The past has passed, and I can go back a few lives now. The past, but I don’t think that those past events will have any impact on me now, at best, it’s just because of the increase in experience, which makes me more mature and more attractive.”

He intentionally made a joke, but Guanghan didn't laugh, because he found that the rest of the soul of the other party was already weaker than a candle, and it would be completely extinguished at any time.

At this time, no matter how much energy you pour into yourself, it will not help.

"Tell me another story, this time be a little happier." The young man said.

"it is good."

There is no happy story in Guanghan, the ups and downs in his long life have nothing to do with happiness.

But the way he racked his brains finally made the young man laugh.

The faint laughter stopped abruptly, and the young man's hand slowly dropped.

The expression froze at the moment of relaxation and peace.

His soul will finally disappear.

It was too late to say, but soon, a beam of radiance fell from Guang Han's hand into the young man's body.

Guanghan's movements didn't hesitate at all, which was obviously something he had thought about long ago.

The fragments of the magic mirror gradually merged with the soul, and the soul that was about to disappear gradually became clear again.

Guanghan could feel the body in his hands, and gradually changed from light and empty to warm and heavy.

The white light of the divine mirror rose suddenly, and suddenly flourished, directly enveloping the whole body, even Guanghan was submerged in the white light.

This kind of light is getting stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible to see anything clearly, but Guanghan seems to have expected this change a long time ago. He summoned the long spear, opened the way with the dragon's breath, and let the mirror light float in the void. On the other side of the mirror, the light wheel that belongs to reincarnation is reflected.

Guanghan had looked at the light wheel countless times, and he had countless opportunities to enter it, but he didn't.

But this time, he chose to give the fragment of the magic mirror to this person, and then send the other person into reincarnation.

This person's soul has not been healed and needs time to repair and heal his wounds. The magic mirror can protect him from being washed away by the torrent in the light wheel. He will not return to the world until his soul is completely restored.

At that time, what greeted him should be a brand new life.

When everything is completed, the light tends to dissipate, and everything returns to tranquility, except Guanghan standing in the center of the storm, silent.

Before meeting him, I had never felt alone.

but now--

Guanghan looked at the spear in his hand and asked softly.

"are you ready?"

There was a buzzing sound, and the spear shook the soul, as if responding.