Wei Yuan, who just now was sighing at the light fragrance of tea, almost choked to death at the next moment.
He coughed violently, trying not to lose his composure in front of the white-haired woman. He took a deep breath and said with a wry smile:
"Long time no see? Are you talking about the Crouching Tiger lineage..."
"Did you know the Crouching Tiger before?"
The woman shook her head, her eyes were as quiet as the night sky, with no waves visible, she stared at Wei Yuan and said:
"I'm talking about you."
"I?"
Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment. He first wondered whether the other party had met him before without his knowledge, or if there were other possibilities. Hesitation appeared on his face. The white-haired woman smiled and added:
"Of course, it's not you in this life. I haven't been able to go out in Qingqiu for a thousand years, let alone meet you in the vast sea of people. What I saw was your previous life."
Seeing that the other party was getting more and more exaggerated, Wei Yuan calmed down and said:
"You mean...past life?"
"But as far as I know, there is no theory of reincarnation even among practitioners. The underworld is just an illusion. Living Buddhas in Zen Buddhism must enter the womb immediately after the death of the previous generation before they can reluctantly pass on the inheritance. Even so, it will take a lifetime of suffering.
Repair is the price."
"The theory of reincarnation is really false."
The woman nodded naturally and said, "Of course."
"But the world is vast and there are always various possibilities. The same is true for the reincarnation of the true spirit. Although this thing is close to impossible, it is by no means impossible. It is just that the process is difficult. It is like a bowl of water with hundreds of thousands of insects.
, the reincarnation of a person’s true spirit is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and even if the true spirit reincarnates as a human being, most of them have nothing to do with the previous life.”
"A flower tree blooms every year, and it is the flower of the same tree. However, the flowers this year and last year can never be said to be the same flower. The same is true for the reincarnation of the true spirit, but there are always very few differences."
Wei Yuan frowned and said, "You mean, I am the one who is different?"
He said half-jokingly: "Then was it possible that in my previous life I was a hero whose name was recorded in history books?"
The white-haired woman shook her head and smiled slyly: "No, not only are you not a hero, if you really want to talk about it, you should have been my slave. Because of some things, my husband was released from the slave contract and became
You are a member of the tribe. Of course, as far as I know, you have always been ordinary and you are not born with any magic. In that era, there was no such thing as spiritual practice."
Wei Yuan was stunned when he heard what the white-haired woman in front of him said was too serious, which made him a little suspicious, but he still slowly shook his head and said in thought:
"I don't believe in past lives."
"Besides, even if there is, the me in my previous life is different from the me now."
The white-haired woman said: "That's in your eyes. At least your true spirit has not changed."
"In the eyes of long-lived creatures, every reincarnation of a mortal is equivalent to a rare miracle, and the price is just the loss of memory. Wei Yuan, in your eyes, if a person loses the memory of the past, he is not that person anymore.
?"
"Or when those old people get sick, like children, and can't remember the past, their relatives will think that they are no longer who they are? That's not the truth, right?"
Wei Yuan was speechless.
The woman put down the tea with a smile and said: "By the way, I remember Jue'er said that you have opened a museum in a city? Then I have something here that you may be interested in."
She added a cup of tea to Wei Yuan, then asked him to sit here and wait. She stood up and walked slowly to the inner room. Wei Yuan frowned as he looked at the undulating tea leaves in the cup.
He came into contact with spiritual practice, killed demons, and slain evil spirits from across the ocean, but suddenly in the Qingqiu Kingdom, which only existed in legend, someone told him that he had seen his previous life, which still made him feel touched.
It's hard to put into words.
He was lost in thought while holding the tea. He didn't know how much time had passed.
The white-haired woman walked out slowly, pointed at the cup in his hand, and said with a smile:
"The tea won't taste good when it gets cold."
She carefully placed a box in front of Wei Yuan, and then motioned for him to open it. Wei Yuan put down the tea cup. After opening the box, there was a simple pottery inside, without any bright colors or decorations, but
The curves are perfect and soft, and the lines on it are delicate and appear to be naturally formed.
This pottery as a whole exudes an ancient atmosphere that seems to be buried in the earth.
The pattern is combined to form an abstract nine-tailed fox.
Even someone like Wei Yuan, who didn't know much about history, could tell at a glance how ancient and precious it was. It was definitely a national treasure. He carefully put the pottery down and gently rubbed it with his fingers.
Tao, who had soft curves, said: "Senior, this is..."
Nvjiao said: "You did this."
She gently pressed her palm on the top of the pottery.
"It is your most proud work, and it was chosen as the utensil used by my husband."
"You have been proud of this for a long time, and you even got drunk."
"I know you don't believe in the theory of past lives, but all things are psychic. This artifact has been your hard work, and you have been responsible for cleaning it and taking care of it. It once contained some souls and souls that you unconsciously spilled out when you walked day and night.
Thinking, it is also waiting for you, this... is its story with you."
The white-haired woman smiled and then flicked the pottery with her fingers.
The sound is not clear and crisp, but deep and muddy.
Falling into Wei Yuan's ears, his consciousness was slightly in a trance.
The vision in front of me becomes blurred, everything is magnified, and spots of light appear one after another.
Wei Yuan let go of his hand and the ancient pottery fell down.
………………
The sound of pottery is harsh.
Soft curves, perfect arcs, and every texture on it seems to be formed naturally.
The treasure-like pottery fell to the ground and broke into many pieces. Wei Yuan was shocked. When he came to his senses, he saw himself next to a river, sitting on a bluestone. The sky was blue and distant, and the vegetation was
It's so lush that you can hear a dull sound like thunder in your ears.
Wei Yuan lowered his head and stared at the broken pottery, slowly becoming confused, as if he had forgotten something.
What is he doing here?
Where is this place?
I seem to be a pottery craftsman? No, not...
who I am?
A familiar voice shouted in the distance, breaking him out of his daze, which was like being lazy and taking a nap. He blinked his eyes, and the grass by the river was blown up and down by the wind. He turned his head and saw a healthy man.
The strong young man ran over with long strides.
He has a healthy body, tanned skin and hair as messy as seaweed.
There is a pendant with wolf fangs around his neck, and a heavy weapon made of stone on his back.
The young man ran over, slowed down, saw the broken pottery on the ground, curled his lips with regret, lowered his head and pulled it, then shook his head, reached out and patted the confused Wei Yuan on the shoulder.
, comforted: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you fail once, you will always succeed."
"Come on, I need your help with something."
As if a membrane had been broken, the young potter came back to his senses.
He blinked his eyes and threw away the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, like the flying iron bird and the iron box running on the ground. He felt that he had been in a daze for too long. What were he thinking about?
, patted the dry mud on his hands, he stood up, wearing animal skin clothes and stones as decoration on his wrists, looked up at the sky, and stretched out comfortably.
He was a master craftsman of the tribe. Although he was said to be a prisoner of war, he was not mistreated because of his pottery skills.
His name comes from a certain wish.
Hopefully the water will collect in a deep pit and stop flowing.
It's called...the abyss.
The young man carrying the weapon hurriedly pulled him over and said with a grin:
"That guy named Yu is going to marry the witch lady tomorrow. You are still here thinking about your pottery. Come on, come and help. Hehe, when he came to knock on the door to ask for a hand in marriage, you were the worst offender.
Take the pottery and load it with rocks and hit it down. You need to use more strength today."
PS: The second update today...2500 words, a little less~
I said I'm just a mortal, lying dead, but the next story should be quite interesting...
In the previous chapter, I forgot to mark the reward for warrior Xing Tian after the chapter name. Please add it~