Zishou walked along the familiar road, and the still-changing buildings on both sides made him feel a lot.
How long have you been away?
I don't remember some.
After spending thousands of years in the prehistoric world, how long has the earth passed?
Based on the buildings that have not changed around, it can be judged how long it has not been, and at most it will only take several years. After several years, my parents should still be there.
Thinking of his parents, the son was touched by his heart and sighed: "I don't know how his parents are..."
Before he traveled through time, his surname was Yin and his name was Yin Zishu.
Of course, after traveling through time, he became King Zhou, and he kept calling him Zishou.
"Your family..." Nuwa showed a smile on her face and put her hands behind her: "You go back first, I want to go to this world first."
Zishou was stunned. Is he not mentally prepared to meet his parents?
"Okay, then I'll go first with Pingxin." Zishou said helplessly.
Unexpectedly, Pingxin smiled slightly, spitted out her pink tongue, and said, "I also want to go to this world to see what the Dharma-Ending Age is like."
Zishou: "..."
Are you not mentally prepared?
Zishou shook his head helplessly: "Okay, let it go."
The earth is only one-tenth the size of the prehistoric world. In today's Dharma-Ending Age where spiritual energy is exhausted, the two saints of Nuwa and Pingxin can be said to be able to walk sideways.
Zishou was not worried about what would happen to them.
Nuwa smiled and said, "You go home first and mention me to your parents...I...I'll go to your house..."
"Okay." Zishou smiled helplessly. It was probably that his parents were not mentally prepared to meet such a beautiful daughter-in-law. He told them first so that he would not be shocked when he saw Nuwa.
At that moment, he separated from his two daughters and walked towards his hometown.
Nuwa looked at each other peacefully and smiled.
"Let's go for a walk?" Nuwa said softly.
Pingxin said softly: "I want to see if there is still an underworld now."
Nuwa nodded. Even though she was no longer Houtu, she was still concerned about the underworld. Although this world is not prehistoric, she also wanted to see if there is an underworld and whether there are gods under the underworld.
...
Zishou walked on the streets and alleys of Lingnan. It was the season when lychees were ripe. At first glance, the lychee trees in the orchard were full of fruits.
“It’s time to get home…”
His eyes were stuck in a thick room at the end of the streets.
The house has only one floor, which is the simplest house in the countryside. It has no tiles to pave the floor, and even the walls are just scratched with a layer of white gray.
There are two faded couplets on the front of the old house, and the door is mottled and old.
The door was just a blank, and you could see a middle-aged woman in the inner room sitting on a low chair, facing the door, with her thick palms placed in a basin, cleaning porcelain bowls with marks.
The middle-aged woman was wearing old clothes, with aging face and wrinkles on her forehead. A lot of silver threads appeared on her short hair, but it was not dirty. It can be seen that she was a woman who likes cleanliness very much.
Her eyes were not clear, but a little cloudy.
She was washing dishes and chopsticks seriously, without noticed a man outside the door, staring at her quietly.
Zi was moistened by his eyes. He slowly stepped forward, reached out to touch the mottled iron door, and then slowly pushed it open.
The woman subconsciously turned around and was attracted to the eyes of her son.
A smile appeared on Zishou's face and smiled very happily.
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but show a happy expression on her face. She put down the dishes and chopsticks she was washing, wiped her hands on her body, wiped the water, and walked up to hold his hand: "Little Teach, why are you back?"
The smile on Zishou's face froze slightly, then he grabbed his mother's hand and said with a smile: "Mom, I'm back."
...
Sometimes, a smile can be worth thousands of words.
Zishou had thought about what to say when he saw his mother again and what experiences to tell her. But when he saw her, he knew that he didn't need to say anything. Just laughing happily was enough to express him. All the emotions in my heart are gone.
Even if others cannot understand.
...
Zishou's mother was named Chen Huanyi. Zishou was born at the age of 21 and is now fifty years old. She pulled Zishou and looked around, and finally said with pain: "Why are you so thin? Yes It’s not that I’m reluctant to eat it.”
Sure enough... no matter how old a person is, in the eyes of his parents, he is just a child... The son smiled helplessly: "Where did I lose weight? Mom, where is Dad?"
Chen Huanyi frowned and said, "He went out to work and hasn't come back yet. I'll call him to come back now."
As she said that, she walked over to get her cell phone, pulled out her phone, and contacted Zishou's father Yin Lin.
Zishou took advantage of this time and walked around the house for a while and finally found the calendar. He flipped the calendar, sighed, and said to himself: "It seems that only a year has passed... I've been in the prehistoric world. Thousands of years, but has it only been a year? Although it is a parallel world, the time is not the same..."
Zishou closed the calendar and thought: "After the destruction of the gods, the Dharma will be over a thousand years, and the Dharma will be over a thousand years, and two thousand years later, the Dharma will be over a period of Dharma-Ending Age... In the Dharma-Ending Age, the gods will no longer appear, and the spiritual energy on the earth will be exhausted , The ancient classics of the Great Dao are lost, and the methods of practicing Qi are ineffective... I did not feel any spiritual energy along the way."
He shook his head, feeling a little moved.
No wonder there are no gods in this world, nor are there so-called practitioners.
If the spiritual energy is exhausted, how can we practice?
"Do you want to bring your parents back to the prehistoric world..."
Zishou felt thoughtful. He was now in the realm of great Dao. It was not difficult to bring two people back to the prehistoric realm, and it was even easier for his parents to become immortals.
I just don’t know if my parents are willing to leave here.
While thinking, his mother Chen Huanyi had finished calling and walked over, smiling and said, "Your father will be back soon. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
Zishou smiled and said, "Do whatever you want... By the way, I have a girlfriend, and I will come tonight, so I will do more."
Chen Huanyi's eyes widened: "Do you have a girlfriend? What do you look like? What's your name? Why didn't you come back with you?"
She is as beautiful as a fairy? She is called Nuwa?... Zishou said, "She is buying you gifts outside and will come here tonight."
When Chen Huanyi heard this, she was happy and entangled, afraid that others would look down on their family background, and afraid that she would be deceived by others. She pulled her to take her instructions before going out to buy vegetables.
Zishou looked helpless.
Soon, Zishou's father also came back.
Zishou's father was Yin Lin, who was a loyal and honest man. He didn't talk much like Chen Huanyi. He just smiled and patted his shoulder: "Son, let's have two drinks tonight."