After Concubine Tiannu left with the little soul boy.
Guishentuo carefully observed the little book, and he knew that this time the harvest was here.
The saying that there are endless hexagrams in the world is probably due to the infinite destiny of heaven, and every hexagram will eventually come to an end.
Forcibly seeking perfection will only run counter to the great destiny, and will eventually lead to death from exhaustion.
The way of ghost divination also has the same book explanation.
For example, this time, when the little soul boy was invited to the front, he had already anticipated how many clues he would get, and he could not be greedy for more and push him again and again.
In retrospect, this little book is a fragment, and it was deliberately left with suspense, just like a hook buried in the bait.
"The old monk suddenly pointed at the tea cup and said: Dear readers, if I stop drinking this cup of tea and stop talking again, will the characters and scenes that appear in the subsequent speeches be different from the previous ones?"
"A layman stood up and replied: There is no difference."
"The old monk said: This statement is wrong. The name remains the same, but the objects are different. As the saying goes, one word creates a world, and one thought creates birth and death."
"Everything in the world is like a business case, it has a beginning and an end; everything in the middle is doomed, and there will be no return."
"The hearts of all the lay people were shocked. When they heard the old monk whistling three times, the tops of their heads shook and pine needles rained down."
"I heard what the old monk said: When you blink your eyelids, close them and open them, what you see in your eyes, the old monk, is me or not me."
Seeing this, Guishentuo's heart was shocked. He closed the book in a hurry, his eye sockets became hot, and he shed two lines of tears on the spot.
He thought of Oni Yuansheng, the senior he admired most in his life and the greatest wise man in the Oni tribe.
The fall of the wise man has long been hidden in various conspiracy theories, and it is believed to have triggered the destruction of the solar terms and the beginning of the decline of the gods.
I think back then, the ghosts, gods, and camels, filled with hatred, led the ghost tribe to find Wang Fu, and ultimately contributed to his demise.
Now that I think about it, there is a driving force behind everything. The demise of Gui Yuansheng and Wang Fu was because they saw the truth that they should not know.
He took on the role of a lay official and understood the message conveyed by the old monk: if the characters in the story are to be eternal, this story, this story, must go on forever, without an ending moment.
In the vast world, a calamity is a cycle from birth to prosperity, and then to decline and death.
Now that I think about it, it was just a piece of eulogy from the mouth of an old monk. He said that if you are thirsty and drink a cup of tea, the fate of the tribulation will be over. If you think about it again, the world is still the same, but the characters in it are no longer what they used to be.
"Kaileten, maybe he saw through the truth of the world, and only after struggling for more than a dozen tribulations did he choose to perish."
The ghost camel was stunned, holding up the broken picture book, and could not recover for a long time.
"Beauty, it's too dangerous to follow you. I want to go back to the fortune-telling street."
On the lotus platform, the little soul boy suddenly spoke, which surprised the concubine.
"Why?"
The little soul boy said, "Since I was a child, I have always had these eyes and a good tongue."
"There are hundreds of kinds of people in the world, just like the lush vegetation on the mountains, each has its own destination in the future."
"Ordinary shrubs are eaten by goats and wild deer; ordinary branches and tree crowns are cut off by woodcutter and dried to be used as firewood; logs like those that are hundreds of years old can be sent to wealthy families as pillars and pillars. The same is true for plants and trees, and the same is true for people."
"My little soul boy is usually clever and clever, but he is just a fish and shrimp in the stream. He cannot withstand strong winds and waves."
"You are kind to me, I can see it, but I'm not good enough for big events, so I really can't follow you any further." After hearing this, Concubine Tiannu said secretly, "You're right, I've always been
It's all my imagination, you are not him after all."
"You are so beautiful, God will definitely give you good luck to find that person."
The little soul boy comforted the concubine Tiannu, "Don't worry, I calculated this. I won't charge you, and it's guaranteed to be accurate."
"Thank you for your kind words."
Concubine Tiannu put down her burdens and drove the little soul boy back to the fortune-telling street on a lotus platform. She stayed in the dark for a long time before turning around and leaving.
When the little soul boy returned to the street, passers-by were surprised and came up to say hello. They were sure it was him who was back and immediately rushed to tell everyone excitedly. After a while, the stall was set up again, and the little soul boy was familiar with the road and started doing business.
Many regular customers were so depressed that they rushed to see him to estimate their family future and make money.
That night, the little soul boy was thirsty at night. He put on his coat and got up. He fumbled for the earthen jar on the table to pour water and suddenly sighed.
He turned around and took out the flint, lit the oil lamp on the table, and illuminated a face in the darkness.
The middle-aged female guest, Fu Ruyi, appeared in front of the little soul boy, as if she had sneaked in at night.
"My time has come?"
Fu Ruyi asked him, "Did you calculate this?"
"That's right, I don't care about anything in my life, except that I have calculated my own death date more than once, and it's tonight."
The little soul boy sighed, "Fortunately, I didn't die in front of the beauty, which would affect my image in her heart."
Fu Ruyi said, "I'm not here to kill you."
"This is not important. I only know that the moment I see you is the moment when my life is about to end."
Fu Ruyi looked at him for a moment and asked, "What did you see?"
The little soul boy closed his eyes and said slowly, "Since the day I was born, I have been dreaming. In the dream, there was a red candle, surrounded by stars-like firelight. It was like this day and night. What happened just now?
See you again at one o'clock."
"Do you observe the law of lights?"
Fu Ruyi thought about it for a few words and then said to the little soul boy, "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. Everything has its time. People, like plants and trees, will have their ups and downs. I am a fortune teller and I can see clearly."
When the little soul boy said this, he burst into tears and asked her, "Who am I?"
Fu Ruyi's eyes showed sadness, "I don't know either."
The next moment, she took a few breaths, her mouth and nose glowed with light, and she covered the little soul boy.
The young man disappeared into smoke on the spot, merged into the clear light, and returned to Fu Ruyi's body with his exhalation and exhalation.
One qi transforms into three pure states, and in the second half of the stage, the three pure states return to one qi.
Fu Ruyi muttered to himself as he faced the place where the little soul boy had been, which was now empty.
"I originally thought that you were the third personality that I differentiated from watching Wang Fu's death, replacing the existence of my mentor Shen Yigua." "However, as time goes by, I find that you are becoming more and more beyond my control, hiding behind you.
It holds many secrets.”
"More than ten years ago, I used the fission method of converting one qi into three pure beings to separate you and put you in Tongming Mansion."
Fu Ruyi fell silent, and the next plot was her search for the little soul boy more than ten years later, which kicked off. As a bystander, she watched the series of changes that followed, and she became more and more awed.
Wang Fu, what kind of existence is he? Just leaving a trace in his heart can cause huge waves hundreds of years later.
"Your lamp has been burning in a corner and has not been extinguished, right?"
The oil lamp on the table shook twice, as if in response to Fu Ruyi's questions, but that was all.