Chapter 1129: Time is a passer-by from ancient times to the present

04 Sep, 2024

Chapter 1129: Time is a passer-by from ancient times to the present

In the small world where Li City's ancestral hall was located, inside the tightly shut house.

The furnishings were simple: a table, a chair, and a wooden bed.

Other than that, there was also a scroll of words hanging on the wall.

"He is like a devout pilgrim, always searching for a temple that might not exist."

.......

In the outside world, the flames were still burning.

As the sea of flames continued to refine the scroll in the cauldron, it began to shine with a dim light.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a voice echoing within the scroll.

"What did I forget?"

"Is it regret?"

"Still the same words?"

"Perhaps I should have someone pass on a message for me."

The voice gradually dissipated, burned away by the sea of flames.

.......

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

The earthen jar that was enveloped above was heated to a very red color. The medicinal liquid inside was also gradually becoming viscous under the high temperature.

Blisters would appear from time to time, and after bursting, the smell of medicine would spread throughout the simple and crude house.

The house wasn't big. There were cabinets all around, and all kinds of medicinal herbs were placed in them.

In the middle, there was an old man and a young man.

The old man was wearing a navy blue robe. His hair was white, and his face was numb from the passage of time. He was sitting in a rocking chair, looking at the setting sun outside. No one knew what he was thinking.

The young man looked at the old man, and after waiting for a while, he could not help but speak.

"Master, what then?"

"And then what?"

The old man asked.

"Story, what you said just now about forgetting something? Is it regret? Or is it the same sentence?

What was that sentence?

Who do you want to pass it to? I can do it! "

Hearing this, the old man's gaze fell on the medicine bottle.

"The decoction is almost done. Take it out and divide it into smaller batches and send them out one by one."

Hearing this, the youth hurriedly took out a medicine spoon and took out the viscous medicine from the jar. He placed it in a medicine box and ran out with it.

As soon as he stepped out of the medicine shop, he stopped in his tracks and looked back at his Master.

"Master, after I deliver the medicine, can you tell me that sentence? I will definitely deliver it. I am very curious. If you tell me, I will also tell you a secret."

The old man nodded.

The youth was filled with anticipation. He took the medicine box and dashed off into the distance.

Seeing the young man's figure disappear from his sight, the old man's eyes became a little unfocused.

"What are those words … I can't remember."

The old man mumbled.

The night passed.

The young man who had left did not return.

Someone said that he saw an immortal take him away.

There were also people who said that it was the dark night that swallowed it.

In the rest of the old man's life, he never saw it again.

It was as if everything was just an illusion in his trance.

Ten years later, when he was about to pass away, he would occasionally think of that little disciple of his, but he didn't have a deep impression of him.

That was because he had been recalling those words his entire life.

That sentence seemed to be in his memory, but he couldn't find it.

In the end, on the day of his death, his memories turned into ashes and disappeared from the world. Only then did he remember those words.

"Heaven and Earth are the guest houses of all living beings …"

"What's the next line?"

The old man had no answer.

Time had already taken away his life and his soul. Only his corpse was left in this world, buried in the earth.

With the passage of time, the corpses and the soil had completely mixed together, becoming indistinguishable.

As for the outside world, the world changed. The small city became a wasteland and then a wasteland.

After an unknown period of time …

Until one day, a hoe was lifted up by someone and landed on the soil of this wasteland.

Here, fields were cultivated, crops were planted, and villages were built.

The farmers were mediocre and unaccomplished. They went from youth to middle-aged, and finally became old.

Before he died, he suddenly told his family that he had been a high-ranking official, a merchant, a bandit, and a doctor. He was buried here.

Therefore, in this life, he had to be buried here to give his future self some time and slow down the dissipation of his spirit.

There were some people who heard the words he said before he died, but most people didn't take it seriously.

However, no matter what, his corpse was still buried in the soil.

He was too ordinary, like a drop of water in the ocean. After many years, he would gradually be forgotten.

Spring passed and autumn came. The village became a county town.

On a winter day many years later, at dusk, a middle-aged Cultivator appeared in the sky, riding the wind.

He was a rogue cultivator who did not belong to any faction. He had stumbled upon a mystical place by chance and acquired a succession.

This inheritance was a wisp of a soul fragment.

If he wanted to obtain the inheritance, he would have to fulfill the wishes of the remnant soul.

Thus, under the guidance of the remnant soul, he came to this place.

In front of the soil, the remnant soul walked out and turned into a young man. He stared at the land and the city.

Things remained the same, but people were no longer the same.

The small town from back then had become even bigger. The former medicine shop had also become a school.

As he stared at them, the young man seemed to see the story of his first Master and Master on that night many years ago in the medicine shop.

This was something that happened a long time ago, and he thought that he had already forgotten about it.

Back when he had been taken away and entered the cultivation world, he had also experienced his own blossoming. He had lived his own life, filled with joys and sorrows, love and hate.

He had once reached a certain peak, but in the end, he had perished and turned into a discarnate soul. That was when he realized that what he remembered most of all was that scene from back then.

He wanted to know what exactly his master had not said.

Because …

The secret that he didn't have the time to tell was the words that his master had said. In fact, before he became an apprentice of the pharmacy, he had also dreamed of them.

He didn't know the reason, but now … he wanted to find out.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what his master hadn't said was very important.

"Much of my spirit has already dissipated, and my remnant soul won't be able to hold on for much longer … But I have a strong feeling that if I don't find the answer before I dissipate, then … there will be no future."

As he muttered, his gaze fell on the academy.

In the school, there was a teacher and seven students.

At this moment, the sky was dark red. In the dusk, the schoolboy said goodbye.

As for the teacher, he tidied up his clothes and was about to leave. However, a student who was supposed to leave returned and stood at the entrance.

The teacher stopped in his tracks and looked over.

The schoolboy lowered his head and bowed.

"Mister, I have a question. Because there isn't enough time, I can't find the answer. When I was dissipating, I met Mister here. Therefore, I asked Mister, please enlighten me."

The teacher was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth.

"Go ahead."

"Mister, do you know what reincarnation is?

The boy raised his head, his eyes dark.

The teacher frowned.

"You're an Extraordinary, and I'm just a mortal. Yet, you're asking me what reincarnation is?"

The boy shook his head. His pitch-black eyes were somewhat unfocused and blank.

"The reincarnation that I understand and recognize is reincarnation after reincarnation. One life ends before another begins. However, I increasingly feel that reincarnation is not like that. Is it possible … that many of the people I have met are my reincarnated self?"

"All of this makes me confused. Sir, please enlighten me. Just … just say anything."

The boy murmured.

The teacher closed his eyes and did not say a word.

Time passed. An hour later, dusk was replaced by night, and the darkness in the boy's eyes was mostly gone. At that point, the mister opened his eyes.

"I don't know what reincarnation is, but if I were to use this word as a proposition, I think … it should be a kind of experience of crossing the Sea of Abyss, a process of searching for light in the darkness."

"It's impossible for there to be no price to pay for this process. Thus, the price to pay for each reincarnation cycle should be a kind of self-destruction."

"As for the situation you mentioned, you think that many of the people you meet are your own selves in the cycle of reincarnation. In my opinion, this might be self-preservation in self-destruction."

"Give up on being obliterated time and time again and choose to release everything in one go in order to find the light."

"In the end, if I still can't find the light, my spirit will turn to dust."

A tremor ran through the boy, and he stared in shock. After a long moment passed, his eyes shone with enlightenment, and he recalled everything that had happened in the past. It was almost as if he could hear his first Master murmuring something on his deathbed.

Thus, he bowed his head and spoke softly.

"Many thanks. I understand now. So my purpose is to link time together and pass on a message to you, sir."

"Heaven and Earth are the guest houses of all living beings …

"What's the next sentence? Sir, please … think for yourself. This is our last chance. Fortunately … you still have enough time for the rest of your life."

As the boy spoke, the blackness in his eyes completely disappeared.

The remnant soul dissipated.

As for the boy, he woke up as well. He was a bit confused, and when he saw his teacher, he became nervous. He hurriedly bowed in greeting before running off.

Only the teacher stood where he was with a blank look in his eyes. It was as if some of the scenes of his reincarnation that originally belonged to him were gradually recovering from being sealed.

The Prime Minister of the Great Ning Dynasty felt that he had forgotten something before he died.

Philanthropist Xu, who was a businessman, was full of regrets before his death. He was not regretful about the twists and turns of his life, but that he did not remember and forget.

That regret became an intense pain that remained in bandit Xu Shan's mind. In the end, Xu Shan, who had been suffering from this pain for the rest of his life, thought of one thing in the moment of death.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to think about it.

He could only leave it to the doctor.

Lang Zhong had been searching for it his entire life. Unfortunately, due to the interference of some sort of power, he could only remember it at the moment of his death.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Thus, the youth became the thread that connected time and reincarnation.

As for the farmers who cultivated the fertile land, they were also willing to become nutrients to buy time for themselves in the future.

Finally, the young man came.

Before the young man's death, he had also gained enlightenment and completed his mission.

I gave it to Sir.

This year, he was thirty-seven years old.

The rest of his life was enough.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.

Mister is already old and has one foot in the grave.

As for the students, they had already gone their separate ways.

At the end of their lives, no one returned.

The teacher did not mind. He lay on the bed and looked at the dusk outside the window. Scenes seemed to appear in his eyes in the dusk sky.

"Officials, merchants, boorish men, doctors, commoners, cultivators … Different reincarnations, different experiences, different lives."

"As expected … Heaven and Earth are the guest houses of all living beings, and time is a passing guest."

"I am still in time, still a passerby, but I no longer have my eyes closed."

Mister was calm. A purple light erupted from his chest and spread throughout his body, enveloping the world.

The scattered spirits blossomed once again.

Sir, close your eyes.

Xu Qing, wake up.

And reincarnation didn't stop there.

However … it was no longer a lone boat drifting in the Sea of Abyss. It had a helmsman, a ferryman.

In the direction of order, with time as the oar, they moved forward.

Go to the origin of the scroll.