Heavenly practice

"Yes, I should be like you."

The pinched young man looked at him calmly, showing no pain, and turned into countless broken silver lights in the next moment.

Shen Zhuo's hands were empty, and the surroundings turned into a peaceful village with laughter and laughter. The clothes worn by men, women and children were very similar to the one he was wearing.

His heart trembled for no reason, and then he saw countless thunderclouds covering the sky, the ground cracked, a fishy red mist filled the sky, screams suddenly sounded, and in an instant, there was a purgatory on earth.

Shen Zhuo stared blankly at all this, he knew that this was just a memory, something that happened long ago, and he couldn't stop it.

The broken silver light beside him turned into a human form, standing beside him, "You are the one who destroyed the Yuan clan, and you are the one who killed Chang Ming, you are the way of heaven."

"You are."

Shen Zhuo looked up and said coldly, "I just created you."

The human figure made of silver light turned sideways slightly, "Even so, everything I do is in accordance with your wishes."

"I regret it." Shen Zhuo said without burden.

The silver man looked at him, and gradually revealed a clear face, which was exactly the same as Shen Zhuo.

"The way of heaven can be reincarnated, but it is irreversible. No one will go against the sky."

Tiandao looked at him indifferently, "Including you."

After speaking, he turned into countless stars again, Shen Zhuo didn't chase after him, he knew that it was just a clone of Tiandao.

With a wave of his hand, the sea of ​​stars in front of him disappeared, and it was desolate again. He knew that this was the sea of ​​stars after God's punishment, and what Changming showed him was just...

Changming?

A trace of confusion appeared in Shen Zhuo's eyes, "Chang Ming?"

Who is Chang Ming?

A great panic surged in his heart, Shen Zhuo clenched his hands, looking helplessly at the yellow sand in front of him, suddenly he couldn't remember why he was standing here, and why he came here.

He was frightened by the loneliness that he was the only one left in the world, he staggered back a step, and suddenly heard a thick bell, like the light when the world first opened.

Shen Zhuo seemed to wake up all at once, all the memories flooded in, and the flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

He turned to look at the bell, but found that he had made a mistake, it was not the bell, but the first sound of wind between heaven and earth.

It was a very ordinary tree, not as tall as Cangwu, and its branches were crooked, but its trunk was very straight. A string of wind chimes hung on one of the branches, a dim black copper bell, which looked exactly like the bare tree. The color, the wind chime will only move when the wind blows, emitting a series of completely inconsistent and vigorous bells, adding a bit of vitality to this desolate and lonely place.

Shen Zhuo took a step forward and saw the man sitting behind the tree, wearing a dusty robe, with several ring scars on his bald head, motionless, silent, as if dead.

He went around and saw clearly the ring scars on the round head. There were ten ring scars in total, which were the symbols that only Buddhist and Mahayana patriarchs could have.

Shen Zhuo squatted down and looked at the monk, and found that the other's eyes were actually open all the time, but he was just looking at the ground.

So he also looked at the ground, a piece of dry and barren loess, nothing.

So he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Buddha." The monk raised his head and looked at him. His handsome face looked very young, with round and dark eyes.

Shen Zhuo was a little surprised, he didn't expect the other party to be so young, "Where is the Buddha?"

"It's everywhere." The little monk pointed to the loess under his feet.

Shen Zhuo stared at the ground for a moment, then turned to look at him, "You are so young, why do you have ten scars on your head?"

"When the copper bell was knocked down, I hit my head, and there was a tenth one." The little monk replied calmly.

"I'm looking for someone, can you see it?"

Shen Zhuo glanced behind him, "He just escaped from here."

"You can't find him."

The little monk shook his head and looked at him with dark eyes, "You are the latecomer, and you were his master in the years before you came, how did you find him?"

"But I have to find it, or I will lose someone very important."

"Is it very important, or the most important?"

"Is there a difference between the two?"

"Have."

The little monk's calm eyes showed unusual seriousness, "If it's very important, then I can't help it; if it's the most important, I can do it."

Shen Zhuo stared at him for a moment, and after confirming that the other party was not joking, he said slowly, "The most important thing is the most important thing."

The little monk tilted his head, "But I haven't thought of it yet."

"..."

As soon as Shen Zhuo's heart cooled down, the little monk said again, "But you can go to me who has already thought of a way."

"what for?"

"Find my future self."

At this time, the wind blew again, and the bell rang again. The little monk turned into a pile of dead bones, wrapped in a torn cassock, staring at Shen Zhuo with empty eyes, "I will be me after all eternity."

Shen Zhuo fixedly looked at the pile of bones under the tree, and asked, "How to find it?"

"Reincarnation."

"Reincarnation?"

"Bodhi is dead, only reincarnation can be found, and reincarnation is yours, there is nowhere to escape from the way of heaven."

"..."

Shen Zhuo looked up at the wind chime and asked blankly, "Are you waiting for me?"

"I'm waiting for Buddha."

"What is a Buddha?"

"It's sentient beings."

"The Buddha is dead."

"Buddhas can die, but sentient beings cannot die."

"Why do all living beings die?"

"Because of you."

"Why me?"

"For Chang Ming."

"..."

Shen Zhuo looked down at the bone in front of him again, "Where did you come from?"

Bone's voice came with the wind, "Come from the future."

"future……"

He didn't need to ask any more, he knew what kind of future it was, the future in which he destroyed the entire Central Continent after the death of Changming.

It turned out that he was the one who destroyed everything.

Shen Zhuo looked at Wanli Huangsha and was silent for a long time before saying, "I am not qualified to be the Creator at all..."

"Everything has a cause and effect. For whom do you create this world and everything, and for whom will you destroy it all."

"..."

Shen Zhuo didn't speak, he suddenly remembered that when he first wrote the book "The Immortal Era", the first thing that came to his mind was not the image of the protagonist, but the appearance of a silver-haired black robe, that person was lonely and indifferent forever , just like him.

He thought how great it would be if someone could visit him, talk to him, and then hold his hand and lead him out of that lonely world.

As a result, countless people were born, countless plots were born, and the entire world of Central Continent was born, and all of this was to make that person no longer lonely.

Standing on the barren land, Shen Zhuo looked up at the sky above his head, thinking in a daze.

In the beginning, he created the whole world just to make that man no longer be alone.