The length of time is always relative, and the moment will become eternal, and the memory is extracted in front of the shadow wall like a stream, and it is also recalled in the mind like a flowing stream.
People are always unpredictable creatures, the same environment and the same education can also give birth to different values, some people will not regret what they have done even after the end of their lives, just because in his values, he is not wrong.
That's why it's time to forget the past and be reincarnated, so that the new life can start again on a blank piece of paper.
But there are also people who are unwilling to forget the past, obsessed with the unfinished things of the past, they are unwilling to lock up their grievances, and refuse to return everything to dust.
Even in the underworld, there is no reason to force a soul to forget the past, but everything has a price.
And some people can easily let go of the past, even if they regret the imperfections of this life, but they will pin their hopes on the future, and such souls are the majority.
Most souls leave without resentment after looking back on their lives through the shadow wall, waiting for the unknown next life, a small number of them will be willing to give up the opportunity to be reincarnated, and the soul will dissipate forever, and there are even fewer of them, with extremely strong resentment, such unwilling souls cannot be reincarnated, because such unwilling thoughts will leave deep traces in their reincarnated souls.
So there were soul refining lamps that tortured day and night, just to refine the resentment in their hearts.
Shui Chun sat in the main hall of the underworld, his eyes fell on the darkness in front of him, anyone would think that he was in a daze, only he knew that he was looking at the memories left by all the souls.
He saw Fan Xiaofan's memory, and in this memory, he saw more about that female cultivator, he watched her stop in front of Xiaobao, saw her resist with all her divine sense, and saw her fall to the ground with a pale face.
A little bit of understanding, and what he knew put together a vivid image, just because he had been rescued from the soul refining lamp, he was willing to guard this darkness for her, Shui Chun looked at everything in the darkness that only he could see with an expressionless face, and his heart was like water.
Just because he knew that one day, he would meet her here again, and he believed that even if she chose to forget, everything in the past would still leave a deep imprint on her soul, just like him, and would not be refined by the soul refining lamp.
But then, he saw another scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, the treasure of the Buddha clan, the image in front of him stayed on the last scene, he looked at a white-haired hibiscus and bent over, picking up the inconspicuous grain of sand.
His hand was moved, but only the soul had long been forgotten by him, and his eyes fell on the hands that had picked up the grains of sand.
Nine Domains, Wastelands.
Hibiscus dispels the prohibition of time, stands on the dry earth with grains of sand, slowly bends down, and picks up an inconspicuous grain of sand.
He straightened up, raised his head and casually glanced at the surrounding clouds, and then his eyes were condensed on the sand grains in the palm of his hand, which was this small grain of sand, but it hid the supreme treasure of the Buddha clan, and his heart that had already given up everything couldn't help but move.
The clouds were thick and surging in large areas, and the time left for him was only very short, his hands trembling slightly, and the wind blew his white hair backwards.
The monk's body manipulated the divine exercises, and the consequences were known when he practiced time exercises and divination, and he had already decided to suffer the consequences that followed, but fate played a joke with him and put such an opportunity in front of him.
"Click" small lightning appeared in the clouds, like a swimming dragon swimming, hibiscus suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, under the clouds and lightning his white hair was so distinct, lifted by the wind.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression had already made a decision, the grains of sand were no, the relics were held tightly in his hands, and suddenly, the thunderbolt in the sky stopped, and the clouds seemed to have lost their purpose and suddenly dissipated, the sky was clear, and only a white-haired figure stood alone between the heavens and the earth.
The relics were brought close to the body of the hibiscus, and the treasure that carried the hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance of the Buddha sank into the dantian of the hibiscus, and in an instant, the spiritual power in the body of the hibiscus began to circulate, and it was impossible to tell whether it was affected by the inheritance of the relics or the initiative, at this moment, the spiritual power in his body began to transform.
A trace of golden light seeped out from the relic, and soon the dantian was dyed golden, and the circulating spiritual power gradually became golden.
Hibiscus lowered his eyelids, as if to block the golden light leaking from his eyes, and his hands did not feel a little spasmodic.
It was as if a huge amount of energy was leaking out of his body, everything around him was still, the air was no longer flowing, and time seemed to stand still, except for the snow-white hair of Hibiscus turning a brilliant golden little by little, announcing that time did not stand still.
At the same moment, the sky above the Upper Immortal Domain suddenly burst out with brilliant brightness again, and a huge hole suddenly appeared in the sky, hanging in the clear blue sky out of thin air, and the Upper Immortal Domain shook, no one knew the origin of this hollow, and no one knew its function, the moment the void appeared, dozens of monks flew up, but they were all blocked outside the hollow.
The tranquility of the Upper Immortal Realm was officially broken.
Yu Xiao finally appeared in front of Zhang Xiaohan again, as if he had met Zhang Xiaohan the day before, and there had never been any unpleasant exchanges, he was still so gentle and elegant.
"There have been a lot of banquets in the Upper Immortal Domain recently."
The two of them met in the small living room of Dong Xiao, the layout of this small living room is very simple, but a few things that are suspected of being sofas make Zhang Xiaohan feel a little, sit down, but have forgotten the original feeling.
"It's not just a banquet, is it?"
Zhang Xiaohan leaned back, sitting on the sofa in a robe felt a little uncomfortable, the sofa should be relaxing, lazy, and with Erlang's legs crossed, but in front of Xiao Xiao, she couldn't do such an uncivilized posture, and she wasn't used to it, so she straightened up again.
"No," asked Xiao with an eyebrow raised.
Zhang Xiaohan smiled bitterly: "I'm not used to this thing, I've forgotten my former identity." ” Xiao Xiao's expression remained unchanged, "Actually, the mortal world and our original god world are still very imaginary, we also have very comfortable seats, and our lives are more luxurious than mortals." ” "Because the gods have strong nerves, strong perseverance, as if you can talk about the past without care, it is unimaginable to me."
Since Yu Xiao was so familiar with everything she had about her previous life, she unconsciously used some of the language vocabulary of her previous life.
"If you think about 300,000 years, you don't care."
Yu Xiao really doesn't care. t1706231537: