Chapter 123 Eighteen Levels of Reincarnation Retrograde
"Ye Kai, what on earth is that?"
I couldn't answer Fang Xing's question.
When I realized that I might be related to a half-prosperous and half-dead player, my mood dropped to freezing point.
I remember that there was a highly respected senior in the Antiques Investigation Bureau. When he was investigating the death of a reincarnated soul boy in Buenos Aires, after three years of hard tracking and visits to more than forty barbaric tribes, he finally discovered that he was the murderer.
The murderer who is a necromancer just happened in an out-of-control and disordered situation. He thought he was standing on the moral high ground, but the truth is that his hidden personality suddenly broke out and committed a murderous murder.
Many truths in this world are cruel and unacceptable.
Looking at the present moment, if I had been a practitioner in my previous life with mixed prosperity and decline, then I would simply not be able to accept my own rebirth and death.
"Fang Xing, you are tired. Only by taking a long sleep and repairing your body can you return to normal. Listen to me, have a good rest. When you feel that all your stress has been let go, we can have normal communication at that time, okay?"
I comforted Fang Xing to let go, but it was myself who really couldn't let go.
I find more and more that I am getting into trouble, just like those practitioners who always think that they are on the right path, but in fact, in the eyes of others, they are farther and farther away from the goal.
I forced myself to calm down, picked up a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture on the shelf and read it, hoping to use these profound scriptures to control my impetuous emotions and get back on track.
Before I knew it, I had been reading for three hours. When I looked up again, it was dusk and sunset.
There were constant conversations outside, and those facing the chess game had already cracked one-tenth of the solution. These people's wisdom was gathered from thousands of places, and they gathered together to brainstorm. Of course, they could solve the chess game quickly and let these so-called dead people
The games all ended with White winning.
Those superficially smart people think that they can crack the Lanke chess game in this way, but the truly wise men understand that this is just a superficial phenomenon, and it is the internal logical relationship that ultimately plays a decisive role.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-" Someone knocked on the door.
I had a premonition that it was Tan Xuan who came to visit me this time.
This is a man who is unwilling to be lonely. With the hustle and bustle outside, he must be eager to try in his heart, but this is in the ancient Dulong Bingzhu Temple. It is impossible for anyone to perform. There are too many wise men in the temple, and everyone has a pair of
With bright eyes, no matter who does anything outrageous, they can't escape everyone's surveillance.
I opened the door and invited Tan Xuan in.
There was still a cynical smile in his eyes: "Mr. Ye, I'm here to tell you that it's not a problem for them to crack the Lanke chess game, it's just the length of time. If all these chess games are solved, what should be done next? Can you
Give them some pointers?"
I know that I don't have that much ability. It's hard to live alone, and it's even more impossible to command such a large group. Once the direction is wrong, these people will be sent to hell.
I shook my head and told the other person: "They are all practitioners and have their own direction. Why should you waste your energy and get involved with them?"
The smile on Tan Xuan's face became deeper and deeper: "Mr. Ye, I was originally a super informant of the Antique Investigation Bureau. My daily job is to mingle with these people. Especially in the process of detecting the bad chess game, I need it even more.
Go deep among them and learn all the news, so I am willing to get involved with them and get to the essence of the problem. Just like now, I must tell you that there is a place for your portrait in the temple. Do you want to know?
How is this going?"
What Tan Xuan said was very strange. I never dreamed that there would be a portrait of me here. I can only think that Tan Xuan was exaggerating, but he just saw a portrait with similar facial features to mine.
When I followed Tan Xuan into the temple, passed through more than a dozen dark doorways, and arrived at an inconspicuous palace, I did see a portrait enshrined in the front, and my facial features were exactly like mine.
I have observed my facial features in the mirror countless times and am extremely familiar with myself, so the first time I saw the portrait, I knew that it was me standing in the portrait.
The name of this palace is "Eighteen Layers of Reincarnation", and the plaque is engraved in five languages, which cannot be seen anywhere else.
"Mr. Ye, this is you. Everyone who has met you knows that. In the past, I suspected that it was just a similarity. Now let's see, is the similarity more than 95%?"
In the portrait, I am holding my hands behind my back, wearing Hanfu, and looking up.
There is a big tree in front of me on the right, and there is a big bird sitting on the branch. It has colorful feathers and a majestic posture. It looks like a pheasant in the south or the legendary phoenix.
The people and birds in the portrait keep looking at each other, as if they have a mental connection, and together they form a harmonious picture.
I can't explain why my portrait appears here? If the artist painted a real person, then I have never worn Hanfu and would not have left such a harmonious state.
"Mr. Ye, in this hall, I hope you can think of something. If there are any omissions, I can remind you that the eighteen levels of reincarnation here represent you. After eighteen reincarnations, you have become like this.
It seems that if you can muster the courage to look back on your own history, you can find the origin of life. Now, you can change everything, control it freely, and become the only barrier-free person in the world."
I very much hope that everything will be like what Tan Xuan said. After entering this hall, I can do whatever I want and be myself, and even travel through reincarnation and return to the beginning of life, just like the seeds of lotus found by human beings, which are the origin of living things.
However, reincarnation is a mysterious thing, and so far, it is impossible for humans to control the complex changes in reincarnation.
Ancient people studied six paths of reincarnation, but in the real world, the definition of reincarnation is more complicated, and even those super theologians cannot give a standard answer.
Tan Xuan had no idea what I was thinking. He just faced the portrait and meditated, as if he wanted to find the truth about the reincarnation of life from here.
I searched in my memory and found that I had never had such a moment, wearing Hanfu and gazing at the sacred bird on the tree. Maybe that was a mysterious scene in reincarnation and had nothing to do with who I am now.
"Mr. Ye, I finally thought of a way, that is, I will help you achieve everything so that you can return to the portrait. If we know why you appear here, we can reveal the secret of Dulong Bingzhu Temple."
I didn't have any interactions with Tan Xuan in the past. Now, when he works hard to help me find the past, I feel that his heart must be extremely complicated, and his goal is pointed in other directions, maybe it is a fatal trap.
Tan Xuan clapped his hands gently, and two young monks came out and bowed deeply to us.
"You two, you can lead us to that mysterious passage now. If we get what we want, we will be rewarded heavily."
Tan Xuan smiled and ordered the two monks. It seemed that he was already prepared and was just waiting for me to take the bait.
I did not hesitate. After all, the fundamental task of the investigator is to find out the truth. Now that I am here, I will go all the way to the end to know exactly how much Tan Xuan knows.
We followed the two monks all the way forward, passing through layers of portals, and finally arrived at a narrow side door of the temple. When we walked out from there, we faced a long and narrow valley.
One of the monks turned around and told us: "You can discover something if you go from here. People who are truly destined pass through the valley and gain insight into their own lives. Since ancient times, many people have truly stepped out of themselves and understood the past and the future.
Those famous wise men all started from here and walked on the road to becoming immortals. The two of us have only shallow foundations and have never dared to step out of the threshold. Please do as you please."
The valley is quiet, with weeds and wildflowers growing on the ground. The stone walls on both sides are very dark, with unknown dark green moss growing on them.
Looking into the distance, the end of the valley is filled with smoke, as if it is another unknown world.
"Mr. Ye, this is the purpose of bringing you here. If you want to know the past, go through it yourself. You are a wise man and a brave man. I have read your information and you have never been afraid. So this time you will understand yourself.
The best opportunity, don’t miss it.”
I did not reject Tan Xuan's suggestion, but I also knew that this was a very serious moment of choice in my life.
If you take a step forward, you may soar into the sky and leave thousands of wise men behind.
If I take a step back and fear takes over, I will never be able to see the truth and eventually become a cowardly and incompetent mediocrity.
I stepped over the two-foot-high threshold with a smile, moved forward without hesitation, and walked into the valley——
The weeds under my feet were soft, and the small flowers brought an unknown fragrance. When I reached out and touched the stone wall, the stone wall was as cold as ice marrow, which gave me goosebumps all over my body.
I didn't look back and kept moving forward, gradually walking into the depths of the clouds and mist. When I arrived at the first scene, it was full of terrible noises, with the sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" iron everywhere, and people walking by the river.
Sharpening the sword on the whetstone.
Countless war horses stepped into the creek, bowed their heads to drink water, swords were hung on the saddles, and the horses were stained with blood.
All this is like a scene from an ancient battlefield. The battle has just ended. The soldiers dismounted and rested, ready to face the invading enemy at any time. Another battle will start soon...
I stood by the river and observed everything. Among the crowd was a general dressed in white, with a long sword hanging on his waist and a spear stuck diagonally on his back.
Seeing him reminded me of those famous generals of the Warring States Period. Without them, the long history would be boring. It is precisely because of the emergence of these outstanding figures that history is like a brilliant galaxy, extremely bright, warm and spectacular.
I looked at him, and he turned back and looked at me from a distance.
He looks like that portrait, and like me in the mirror. I understand, this is the meaning of eighteen levels of reincarnation. The past eighteen reincarnations will appear in front of me, letting me know who I was in the past.
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I even feel that I have become one with the general in white, and I am willing to accompany him to fight on the battlefield, beat the enemy hard, leave a name in history, and have great military exploits.
When I was in the Antiques Investigation Bureau, I had been reduced to a cog in the big machine of the Bureau. I could only handle various cases according to the instructions of my superiors, fill out investigation reports, and finally put these cases into the archives. All my work seemed to be in order.
, and it seems meaningless, and I have never lived for myself.
Soon, the general in white walked through the crowd and walked in front of me. The two of us looked at each other, as if we were connected, and at the same time stretched out our hands to hold each other tightly.
We didn't speak. Maybe we don't need to leave even a word when we meet in reincarnation. It's enough for us to see each other and think of ourselves.
Smoke and dust billowed in the distance. The general in white let go of my hand and turned around to give the order: "Generals, mount your horses and fight with the enemy. You will fight for the rest of your life to defend the Han Dynasty. You will never surrender in this life!"
I know his name. That name has been left in history. Anyone who mentions the heroes who conquered the Three Kingdoms must mention him.
I never imagined that my previous reincarnation would be him. This honor is unparalleled.
This strengthened my confidence that I must investigate the truth and get to the bottom of it, and not let any case pass by in my hands.
The general in white mounted his horse, led his men across the river, and ran to the northeast.
Screams rang out one after another. This small force of only a hundred people would definitely not be able to fight against the enemy's 800,000 troops. The failure was obvious and life and death were ambiguous. But they charged forward without hesitation and never surrendered. This is what the heroes of the world pursue.
At the highest level, one would rather die standing than live on one's knees.
The shouts of killing gradually faded away, and the river regained its tranquility. The blood of those soldiers left by the river had been washed away by the water, as if they had never been there. The river flowed silently, taking away all history.