The longer he spent time with Mi Ye, the more doubtful Xia Qingluan became. People who were accustomed to seeing life and death would never believe in the theories of ghosts and gods, let alone absurd remarks such as reincarnation.
However, the facts are before her eyes. Those things that only she and Master Yue Lao know are like personal experiences for Mi Ye. Some of them are even more detailed than she knows. No matter how much she resists, she has to admit that this matter cannot be explained by common sense.
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"I said, I am not Itu. Jingjue has a power that outsiders have never heard of. It is this power that allows me to connect with Itu's memory. When he died, everything he had experienced and everything he had known,
Everything he has thought about will be inherited by me, which is why I know things about you even though we have never met." Regarding Xia Qingluan's doubts, Mi Ye gave this explanation.
It is not the reincarnation of the soul, nor is it a prophet of the future, but a kind of inheritance of memory, passed from Yue Lao Itu to the new Jingjue Priest Mi Ye who is thousands of miles away.
This kind of transmission cannot be decided by anyone. It is an inescapable mission of the Jingjue priests of all ages, just as their understanding of the stars is far beyond ordinary people. Although they are proficient in the Five Elements and Bagua, the basis of Yue Lao's accurate predictions is astrology, so
On a quiet night, look up at the sky and see how the stars of destiny move and change, whether bright or dark, life or death.
"So, who are you? Mi Ye, Master, or someone else?"
That seemingly simple figure hides the secrets accumulated over the years, from the exquisite history to the selfishness of the priests of the past generations, love, hate, grudges, anger, ignorance and greed. There is no choice but to be exposed to the next generation of successors.
before the eyes of the beholder.
But Mi Ye didn't seem to care at all.
"Who is it, so what? If I didn't have previous memories, how would I know about your existence, and how could I pay attention to someone who has nothing to do with me?"
"So the person in front of me is not the person named Mi Ye, but Master Cannian." Xia Qingluan looked at him coldly. After spending many days together, she finally saw clearly the true nature of this person.
If it is the Master, his temperament is completely different. If not, those familiar tones and familiar habits are exactly the same. It must be the Master's reluctance to leave her or her mother. Even if he leaves, the deep persistence will still be engraved in the soul.
, along with the responsibilities were entrusted to another man.
The master who was taciturn but protected her for five years was long gone after all.
All the subtle softness that spilled out of her plain white figure was restrained, and with a snap of her fingers, she became an indifferent and ruthless red string, instead of Xia Qingluan, who was trapped in memories and longing.
"Where is the Dream Stone?"
Mi Ye was stunned by the sudden question. The story belonging to Itu had not been finished yet, and his story had not even begun yet. She actually asked an irrelevant question.
"What are you doing looking for the Dream Stone?"
"It's certainly useful."
"Are you leaving?" This question is very funny, but for Mi Ye, it is very serious. After waiting for many years and looking forward to it, how can I let her leave after finally seeing her? What is her destiny?
It has become dim and almost invisible, and he will definitely die if he continues like this. The stone room seems slightly empty, and if he raises his voice slightly, it seems to echo: "Who is worthy of your concern, and you have to give up everything and even your life to rush back? Do you know that there are
If a star affects you too seriously, its brightness will definitely lead to your annihilation. Only by staying away from that place can you escape..."
"I know." Without any hesitation, Xia Qingluan interrupted lightly, "Even if I don't understand the fate of stars, I still know that his light is too strong, and perhaps the only result of standing behind him is death."
"Now that you know, why do you want to return to him? Itu even gave up his life to keep you safe, but you have to sacrifice in vain for others?"
She is not the kind of person who loves glory, and she will never be greedy for fame and power in the world. He doesn't know who the bright star that drives her into desperation belongs to, but those eyes can see clearly. For that person, she would rather be like this.
Itu generally doesn't care about life and death.
Where should he go after waiting for many years?
Let go? That regret cannot be made up even by the last chance. Carrying expectations and longing for someone day after day, continue to die alone in a cold stone room? The world is lonely, and there is no one to accompany you in this long and boring life. How can you still
To see her fall into reincarnation as a moth to the flame, what kind of courage does it take to accomplish this?
The eyes gradually change, the enthusiasm dissipates, but the madness remains.
He was not Itu but Miye. The reason why the previous priest died silently in a foreign land was because he was too weak and did not dare to ask for anything.
He will not.
At least he wouldn't be foolish enough to let her die.
"Stay and listen to me finish telling Mi Ye's story. When the time comes, I'll make a decision whether I want to keep you or not."
I thought she would agree softly, but who would have thought that she would refuse.
"I don't want to know who you are. To me, there is only one person in this world who is worth taking the time to get to know. Thank you for taking care of me these days. If you don't say anything, I don't think there is any need to stay any longer." Baiyi was indifferent and didn't care.
No nostalgia.
Compared to the Dream Stone, nothing else is important. The deceased is gone, so what's the use of lingering on it anymore? Do you want to end up in a state of depression like Master, who spends his days drunkenly living, dreaming, and dying?
Years of wandering have tempered Xia Qingluan's cold character. Maybe her life is of little value, but the things she promised and the oath she made with Wei Moyan cannot be broken. No matter whether he resents or hates her,
, now that there is no way out, let him handle it after getting the Dream Stone back, then he will no longer be his lover, at least he will still be his subordinate.
"The Strange Dream Stone is one of the most precious treasures. Nowadays, the country is no longer a country, and the old people have become undead, but it is useless to keep them." Behind him, the green-eyed man lowered his fingertips and flicked the pure water in the altar. He seemed to be hesitant.
For a moment, he sighed: "Follow me."
After staying in the stone chamber for many days, Xia Qingluan still didn't understand the complicated and difficult path. Just walking from her resting place to the spring where she got water gave her a headache. Only Mi Ye lived alone here all year round.
Only those who have nothing to do will study in detail how many steps each corridor takes. The exact number of the complex maze with hundreds of stone chambers is geometric.
Fortunately, he is not as extreme and paranoid as Wei Moyan, otherwise he will definitely imprison himself somewhere, and even if he is trapped to death, he will not give her the slightest chance to leave.
This section of the road is much longer than the others, and the stone chamber at the end is very small. It seems that it has not been opened for a long time. When the stone is lifted, you can hear the jerky sound of the machine twisting, which makes your scalp numb.
There is no natural light underground, and all the stone chambers are illuminated by the ever-burning lamps on the walls, except this one, which is completely dark. Mi Ye took off an ever-bright lamp from the wall of the corridor, flicked it with his fingertips, and the small stone chamber suddenly lit up.
When he got up, Xia Qingluan saw clearly that he had accurately landed the double-core bullet soaked in lamp oil on the lamp holder hanging upside down at the top of the stone chamber.
He was so familiar with it, it was boring to think that he had looked at this lamp no less than ten thousand times in his years.
"This stone city was built by priests, the ancient city is not here. Be careful where you step -" She stretched out her hand to help her kindly, but Xia Qingluan avoided it without leaving a trace, knowing that she was quite concerned about his identity in her heart.
It's not forced.
Xia Qingluan frowned slightly as she walked into the stone room wearing a light shirt. There was nothing here, it was completely empty and it didn't look like a place where treasures were stored.
"Where's the Dream Stone?"
"I didn't say it was here." He suddenly stopped and turned around. The woman behind him who was concentrating on him was caught off guard and bumped into his shoulder. As he did so, his slightly thin body was hugged tightly in his arms.
People's hearts will change over time. As long as she doesn't go back, one day she will give up on the person who holds her heart.