Vol 13 Chapter 22: star

Readx (); in the hungry ghost road, Xiao An is practicing in Wuhua City, suddenly opened his eyes, and was shocked to contact Li Qingshan all interrupted, even the rosary beads placed on him, lost their sense.
Immediately stop practicing, return to Xuan Ming Dong Fu, pick up a broken piece of the law, look at the rapidly rising water level, and suddenly understand that Li Qingshan has gone to the market. Can't help but frown, there must be a great change, otherwise he will not say goodbye.
Staring into the dark and deep waters, the ten fingers are tightly intertwined: "You must come back, I will wait for you, no matter how long, until death will separate us."
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In an instant, all the pain disappeared, and all the colors and sounds.
Immersed in the boundless black water, perhaps because of the change of the spirit turtle, not only does not feel the cold, but feels warm, like a wandering in a foreign land, back to the hometown of dreams.
"call……"
Away from the ice and fire of Hell, he couldn't help but feel a little sigh of relief. The taste was too difficult. If there was a choice, he would not endure for a second.
There is even a suspicion: "I don't know if the ‘I’ in Hell can be won?
A cold thought flashed:
If you can't live in the past, you can die if you don't.

In the pain of almost frenzied rational recovery, more than ever, quiet, like the boundless black water.
He poked his head out of the tortoise shell, like a dragon head and a lion head. He turned his head up and down and left and left to observe the environment, but he could not see anything.
There is no such thing as oppression and rejection. The world that the Yuanshi Linggui has turned into seems to have no hostility to his impure offensive turtle.
Black water gently wrapped him, but felt very comfortable and safe. Compared with the chaos of humans and the pain of hell, it is like a paradise.
Here is the hometown of the tortoise, although his blood is not pure enough. However, after the display of the spirits, there is also a seventy-eight percent success: "Maybe that is to blame me for the sea spirits! But where do I go to find the prisoner who is returning to the market?"
Li Qingshan stretched his limbs. Gently swing and dive down. Wherever you go, the black water is automatically separated without any resistance.
I don’t know how long it’s so dive, the surroundings are still boundless black water, there is no dust, a cockroach...
He casts "the light of the light." As the turtles become more powerful, this talent can easily take thousands of miles away.
But he quickly received the magical power, because the black light is shining, it is black water. Don't talk about talents, you can't even use your eyes here, because there is nothing to look at.
At least there are stars in the endless void, and each star is a world. There is also the existence of the emptied beast, each head is the prototype of the world, although a bit scary, but at least not so boring.
I haven't known how long I have traveled. He just couldn't wait to come to a grotesque deep sea beast to fight him.
I can't help but recite a poem: "You are all water in the market! Qingshan. You have four legs!"
He suddenly realized that he might not be diving, but floating up.
Because of the existence of the earth, no matter how deep the seas are bottomed.
But in this market, there is neither the earth nor the sky, and there is neither up nor down.
Deep in and deep in the market, it sounds similar. But it is not the same thing.

Hell and there is a ‘floor’ that has been down. But where is the ‘deep’ here?

Not only can it be determined up and down. Because there is no reference object, it is actually impossible to distinguish between east and west. No matter which direction you have, there is only black water.
So where should we move forward?
He couldn't help but fall into meditation, thinking about it, yawning, and suddenly felt very tired. Perhaps it was to endure that the torture of took too much willpower, and the drowsiness spread like a tide, drowning in the blink of an eye. He, even the hard turtle shell seems to be a bit soft.
He never felt so sleepy, even when Nirvana was born again and became a little baby.
He shook his head and tried to stay awake, but couldn't help but think: "Maybe... I should... sleep and say... just sleep... for a little while..."
The head and limbs are retracted into the shell, and the eyelids are gradually closed. Only one turtle shell stays in the black water, neither floating nor sinking.
It seems as if a voice said to him: "Child, take a break, you are too tired. When you get home, it is safe, no one can hurt you again!"
"I am home……"
Between the hustle and bustle, he remembered the smoke cloud on the stage of the township. In the endless distance, the fake home is really home. Two familiar faces that are getting old and old can’t help but whisper:
Dad, Mom, are you okay? I miss you so much."
Not to indent the body deeper into the shell, feeling a long-lost pain, compared with any kind of penalty in hell, but it is easy to break through all the defenses, like a needle stinging his heart.
When he first came to this world, he suffered from this pain every night, and he finally broke free, thinking that he had forgotten it. It didn't.
So he was ashamed, and it was not only torture that made him feel exhausted, but everything he experienced after coming to the world.
As the mind circulates, a piece of tortoiseshell on the back flashes like a flashlight, and everything has been vividly in the past, quietly playing back in the black water.
When children are struggling to survive, the youth of the rivers and lakes fight, and then grow up into adulthood, the battle is becoming more and more fierce and becomes war. In the heart of the gods and devils, no more stop.
Pride, shame, hatred; fury, fear, slaughter.
Even when the singer sings, the heart is tight with a string. When the song wakes up, he has to hurry to practice and fight. He can't stop. If he stops, he will feel tired. He wants to take a rest and enjoy himself. Fan, probably never want to move forward again.
However, no matter how long it takes to move forward, it seems to only sink deeper.
Now that he has become so strong, he has become the master of the Vientiane, standing on the millions of people, and he is more powerful than the young man who is thin and thin in the cow village. Not only did not get a breather, but the difficulties were more serious and the road became more and more sinister.
Hell torture, return to the black water, the invincible strong enemy, the inescapable blood oath. Hope in despair, duel in a desperate situation.
What is the significance of such a life? !
Above nine days?
The enemy of the cow brother can break him a horn and suppress all the great saints. Even if I have been on the same day for nine days, how much can it play with him?
"After all... I am just a mortal..."
"Forget it, don't want to be so much, just sleep! Wake up and say..."
At this moment, he heard a familiar voice and repeated in his heart: "You must come back... must come back..."
A pale face appeared on the tortoise shell, with a handsome face and a dress, only six or seven years old. It was like him, and the children who had no family, even lost their lives. He once shed tears for her and vowed to bring her back to her home, which is actually the hometown he wants to go back to.
But she did not choose to go back, but abandoned everything and accompanied him to move on.
In the twinkling of an eye, her face appears on every tortoise shell, both in the past and in the present. There are both white bones and Zhu Yan. All are equally kind.
That is his only family in this world, Xiao An.
"No... I can't sleep, she's still...waiting for me!"
He opened his eyes like a heavy weight and tried to break free from sleepiness.
I felt a little scared in my heart, and if I fell asleep, this sleep was at least a hundred years, and everything was all over.
After he woke up, he might have become a ninth heavy tortoise, but he also became a purely spiritual tortoise. There is no other nine-day ambition.
Even if he was tortured by hell, he did not become so weak. Those pains will only sharpen his fighting spirit, and the emptiness of returning to the market is constantly eroding his will.
Although there is no hostility, it is more terrible than hostility. No, perhaps this is the deepest hostility.
The hostility of the world also requires certain things as a basis. For example, a hungry ghost needs to use the hand of a ghost to deal with Xiao An.
There are only silent black water and boundless nothingness in the market. Nothing can be relied upon. The reason why it is so mysterious and terrible is that the returning market is always in the process of assimilation of all foreign objects with itself.
If there is a blood turtle, it may be assimilated as a turtle. If it is other races, it will only be annihilated in nothingness.
He has the blood of the tortoise, and his assimilation is deeper. EbookFREE.me~ The sleepiness is still in the same tide as the tide, and nothing flows into the bone marrow along the black water.
He clenched his teeth, urging mana, releasing a ray of light, expanding silently in the black water, and gradually dimming until hundreds of miles away. I hope that the "Prisoner of the Return" can see.
But in this endless black water, this tiny light is not as good as a worm, and is quickly swallowed up by the darkness.
He stretched his limbs and swam forward. In any case, move forward.
Then, release the light again! More dazzling than the last time, in the dark and dark background, but inexplicably appear more bleak, like a faint twinkling star.
Keep moving forward, flashing again and again, perhaps not for anyone to see, just to illuminate themselves in the deepest darkness, against nothingness.
If the world is dark, then it will shine. Even if hope does not exist, as long as you look at this "star", you can continue to move forward.
I still can't stop here, I have to go out and see her again, and I have to go over nine days to fight alongside the cow. Even if you die, you must fall like a star! (To be continued.)