"Sir, do you know what reincarnation is?" The boy looked up, his eyes dark.

The gentleman frowned.

"You are extraordinary, and I am ordinary, but you come to ask me what reincarnation is?"

The boy shook his head, his dark eyes now a little blurred and confused.

"I understand and understand that reincarnation is reincarnation again and again, and one life will only begin again. But I feel more and more that reincarnation is not like this. Is it possible... Many people I meet are all reincarnations.

Me?"

"All this makes me confused. Please clear up my confusion, sir. You can say whatever you want."

The boy murmured.

The gentleman closed his eyes and said nothing.

Time passed, and half an hour later, when dusk was about to be replaced by night and most of the darkness in the boy's eyes had dissipated, the gentleman opened his eyes.

"I don't know what reincarnation is, but if you put these two words into a proposition, I think... it should be an experience of crossing a boat in the sea of ​​abyss, a process of finding light in the darkness."

"This process cannot be without cost, so the price of reincarnation should be a kind of self-destruction."

"As for the situation you mentioned, you think that many of the people you meet are yourself in reincarnation. In my opinion, this may be self-rescue from self-annihilation."

"Give up being destroyed again and again, and choose to bloom all at once to find the light."

"Until the end, if you still can't find the light, your soul will turn into ashes."

The boy's body trembled, and he stood there in a daze. After a long time, he realized clearly, and everything in the past came to mind, and he vaguely seemed to hear the murmur of his first master before his death in the years.

So he bowed his head and spoke softly.

"Thank you. I understand. It turns out that my meaning is to connect the time together and convey a sentence to the husband."

"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living things..."

"What's the next sentence? Sir... please realize that this is our last chance. Fortunately... you still have enough for the rest of your life."

As the boy spoke, the blackness in his eyes completely disappeared.

The remaining soul dissipates.

The boy also woke up and was a little confused. He felt nervous when he saw his husband. He hurriedly paid his respects and then ran away quickly.

Only the husband stood there with a blank look in his eyes, as if some reincarnation scenes that originally belonged to him were gradually coming back from being sealed.

The prime minister of the Daning Dynasty felt that he had forgotten something before he died.

Xu Shanren, who was engaged in business, was full of regrets before his death. What he regretted was not the twists and turns in his life, but the regret that he did not remember to forget.

So this regret turned into severe pain and stayed in the mind of the bandit Xu Shan. In the end, Xu Shan, who had suffered from brain pain all his life, thought of a sentence at the moment of death.

But unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it.

It can only be left to the doctor.

The doctor has been pursuing it all his life, but unfortunately, due to the interference of some kind of force, he can only remember it at the moment of death.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

So the boy became the thread connecting time and reincarnation.

And the farmers who cultivate fertile fields are willing to become nutrients to buy time for their future selves.

Finally the boy arrived.

Before the young man died, he had the same understanding, completed his mission, and uttered those words.

Gave it to Mr.

This year, my husband is thirty-seven years old.

The rest of my life is enough.

Time flies, thirty years pass by.

My husband is old and will die in this county.

The schoolchildren have already gone their separate ways.

When he is dying, no one comes back.

The husband didn't mind. He lay on the bed and looked at the dusk outside the window. The scenes seemed to unfold in front of his eyes on the dusk sky.

"Officials, businessmen, reckless men, doctors, commoners, monks... different reincarnations, different experiences, different lives."

"Sure enough...heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living things, and time is the passerby from the past to the present."

"I am still in the time, and I am still a passer-by, but I no longer have my eyes closed."

Mr. Frank, a purple light burst out from his chest, spread throughout his body, and enveloped the world.

The scattered spirit blooms again.

Sir, close your eyes.

Xu Qing, wake up.

And reincarnation does not stop.

But... it is no longer a lonely boat drifting in the sea of ​​​​the abyss. It has a helmsman and has become a ferryman.

Move in an orderly direction, use time as an oar, and move forward through time.
Chapter completed!