A mysterious smile appeared on Chen Yang's face with his eyes tightly closed.
At the same time, bubble-like images appeared on the samsara disk of the heavens, constantly changing, arising and dying.
Once the roulette wheel has been pushed, it will continue to spin until it can no longer be erased.
Chen Yang allowed the overstuffed world of reincarnation to vent. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the reincarnation.
The next second, his brows furrowed.
can not see clearly.
Chen Yang wanted to see with great interest what the stall owner had left behind. Unfortunately, the bubbles in the samsara plate were so fast and so small that no matter how hard he tried, it was like looking for dust on the tip of a needle.
"go!"
With a wave of his hand, the evil bronze mirror flew out, tremblingly suspended in front of the samsara disk of the heavens, connected by invisible energy.
"I want to see what I want to see."
Chen Yang said in a calm tone.
The evil bronze mirror shook, then shook again, and clear images emerged one after another.
The display screen is professional.
Chen Yang saw:
A naive giant panda looked at the dead bamboos after they bloomed all over the mountains and fields. He wanted to cry but had no tears and was full of resentment.
It offended someone, and out of resentment, it turned to look at the smoke rising from the bottom of the mountain.
There are people there, and it wants to sneak in and eat people.
Just after the resentment and malice emerged, the virtual image of the reincarnation disk of the heavens appeared above the giant panda's head. In a flash, the resentment dissipated after a scream.
"Uh"~
The giant panda scratched his head blankly and rolled on the ground holding his fat self. Suddenly, he felt that his previous idea was inexplicable. While he was still fat and meaty, he could eat bamboo on a different mountain...
...
On the upper reaches of the Longjiang River, a thousand-year-old turtle surfaced.
As soon as it came out of the water, it opened and closed its mouth wide and chewed up the jars of wine carried on the bamboo raft from the shore.
On the shore, dozens of people were kneeling on the ground and kowtow.
The aroma of wine suddenly overflowed on the water, but the old turtle was very dissatisfied.
It yelled at the shore: "How dare you treat the old turtle with wine mixed with water?!"
The more he thought about it, the more he became suffocated.
The people on the shore are the children of a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Their ancestors once had a certain relationship with the old turtle and exchanged fine wine for its help in predicting good and bad luck.
Although the old turtle has been practicing for thousands of years, he has always accumulated merits and has never done any evil. In order to have a happy drink next year, he made an agreement with his family ancestors.
How could the innocent and simple old turtle know how many things are going on in the world of mortals? Because divination calculations involve too much cause and effect, he has been unable to make any progress after thousands of years of practice.
It was suffocating to begin with, but now the big family that had tortured it dared to use wine mixed with water to deal with it.
It's tolerable, but it's intolerable.
The old turtle is full of resentment and wants to go ashore to kill and taste the taste of blood.
At this moment, the reincarnation disk of the heavens appeared behind its head, and a trace of resentment was wiped away.
The old turtle suddenly woke up and splashed into the water.
Slip away, slip away~
Thousands of years of practice were almost destroyed in one day.
Stop drinking, you must stop drinking.
...
In the deep mountains and old forests, there is a big tree with a hole in the tree, and a squirrel lives in the hole.
There are forks in the branches, and there is a bird's nest built inside, and inside is a nest of magpies.
The big tree gradually became spiritual.
Magpies are chirping happily every day, and squirrels are crunching and eating. It is in such sounds that the big trees become spiritual.
Its simple concept of time makes it mistakenly believe that such days will last forever.
Until, a nest of magpies ate something unknown and died in the nest, no longer able to make clear and sweet calls.
The squirrel chirped and told it that it was so boring and the world was so big and it wanted to see it.