The lights are dim and the painting is too virtual.
For a moment, there was not a single living being in the illusory realm of Taixu. Only the Miao You Realm was still blazing brightly, driving the sun and the moon to rotate. The Taoists in the Miao You Realm and the true teachings of the Immortal Sect still maintained their brilliance.
reason.
At this time, Milo suddenly differentiated into scholars holding paintbrushes. They picked up the scrolls, came to the golden lamps, and began to paint gently against the lights.
"Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Yangzhen came to Milo and looked at his movements strangely, then heard him explain: "I'm just recording it for them."
As he spoke, Milo pointed to the golden lamp in front of him and said: "The owner of this lamp also passed the exam and wanted to have a career. Unfortunately, later when traitors came to power, he failed to achieve anything and was demoted again and again.
Demoted, and finally returned to the fields..."
"But Akira Natsumura?"
Taoist Lin who was staying in Miaoyoujing heard Milo's explanation and couldn't help but stepped forward to ask.
Milo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that this was an honorific for the owner of the lamp.
Because the owner of the lamp did not know this title, or did not recognize it, and Milo did not have a detailed understanding of Natsumura Akira, he checked it for a while before nodding.
"Xia Cunming Gong is also considered a celebrity in Jiangnan. He was framed when he was an official in his early years. When he returned to the village, he already had two sons and a daughter. Later, he gave birth to another son and a daughter. The family was prosperous. It's a pity.
, in order to help resist foreign enemies, all his sons, daughters, and grandchildren died. In the end, he was the only one left. After knowing the name of the emperor, he often worshiped him. "
Speaking of this, Lin Daoren sighed: "At that time, Duke Ming was actually a little obsessed. He offered sacrifices to the emperor solely to make his children and grandchildren live a better life in the underworld. A lot of incense was burned, but all his will power was gone.
None of his children and grandchildren were offered to the emperor. The emperor probably didn't even know that this person believed in him. However, he almost died outside the village several times to save people. Finally, in order to hold off the enemy, he died in a
I don’t know whether it was the bandits or the swordsmanship of Dawen officers and soldiers. The name Xia Cun Ming Gong was given to him when we later built his grave..."
Seeing Taoist Lin begin to explain what the Xia family Minggong had done, Milo looked at the illusory influence of thoughts reflected in the lights and began to continue painting.
In Milo's eyes, the lights were not just lights, but also the dream of a living being.
"In April, the wheat legs are yellow, and every farm is busy; a three-year-old child is looking for grass for cattle, and an eighty-year-old father-in-law brings tea..."
Several chubby little boys were playing in the courtyard. When they saw their grandfather lying in the shade of a tree, they cautiously ran forward and looked at the wrinkles on his forehead that were like a stream.
"Awen! What's wrong?"
The old man looked at his youngest great-grandson, stretched out his hands as rough as pine bark and stroked the child's head twice.
The boy felt very uncomfortable with his chapped and wrinkled hands. He shook his head and jumped away.
But after walking a few steps, she couldn't help but run to the old man, grabbed his wrinkled hand, and wanted him to get up and play with her.
The old man waved his hand, lying on the rocking chair under the shade of the tree, looking at the children happily, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Did he forget something?
At this time, Milo had just finished describing the scene of children playing and an old man enjoying the cool air, and he also wrote a short poem beside it.
From dawn to dusk, we are plowing and the moon is rising. In the autumn, we are harvesting and spring sowing is being stored in the warehouse. The children are playing in the courtyard and sitting on the chair, dreaming of dreams will come true.
Get up in the morning and farm until the moon comes out, so that in the autumn you can harvest the grain that fills the warehouse, and the children have extra time to play in the courtyard in front of you. If there is such a life, then the centenarian on the chair will be incomplete.
The dream has been fulfilled.
Milo placed the painting on the golden lamp and watched the lamp light the painting.
He told the old man the truth in a very obscure way, and this was also a blessing given by Milo.
The old man in the lantern was deep in thought, and suddenly he couldn't help but stand up, look at his granddaughter who was visiting him, and couldn't help but ask: "Ani, did you hate me back then? Did you hate me for making you study wisely?
"
The old man's incomprehensible question made his granddaughter a little surprised, but she felt that she had heard this before.
It was late one night when the much younger old man asked him if he was resentful, and said that if he didn't want to, he would risk his skin and life to help her get her back.
How did she respond at that time?
"Grandpa, instead of being arrested in this world, it is better to let me exchange for some food. At least you and the villagers can survive this period of time. I don't hate you. If you want to, I can only hate this world.
…”
After saying that, the woman suddenly smiled again and said: "Master, I am actually very grateful to you for letting me study. Really..."
"Is that so..." The old man suddenly laughed, smiling, and tears kept flowing out.
"You don't hate me! Don't you hate me?"
As the old man's laughter stopped, the originally smooth surface of the golden lamp also showed the paintings Milo had painted previously.
Similarly, some illusory golden lamps suspended next to this golden lamp also solidified a little, showing similar patterns on their surfaces. What these golden lamps have in common is that they all have the shadow of an old man on them.
The radiance of these golden lamps merged into one, and the originally weak lights suddenly became a little warm.
Taoist Yangzhen who was communicating with Taoist Lin on the side couldn't help but stepped forward, looked at these golden lanterns, frowned, came to Milo's side, lowered his voice and asked: "Junior brother, did you interfere?"
Milo glanced at Yangzhen, a little surprised.
Then, Milo heard his senior brother's message: "You know my companion treasure. When I was here, I could see and hear some scenes and things in the golden lantern. Just now
, I can feel that the woman is actually resentful. The resentment is very complex and contains a certain amount of hatred towards the old man. It is somewhat different from the situation when she finally spoke. So, do you want to intervene?
Already...'
When Milo heard this, he immediately understood what Yang Zhen meant. He shook his head and responded: "The illusion in the golden lamp is derived from their dreams. Each thought and lamp are independent. On the one hand, the painting is to bless them."
Being able to let go as soon as possible, on the other hand, I also hope to remember them. After all, this is the first time I have received such huge feedback, and I am inevitably a little excited. I hope to remember them all, so I will not interfere with their choices. As for what you said
The problem……"
Milo thought for a while, then pulled Yangzhen to the golden lanterns just now, pointed to the golden lanterns corresponding to the old man's son, daughter and grandchildren and said: "Brother, please feel the emotions of these golden lanterns again."
"Hmm? Hmm! Eh..."
Yangzhen frowned at first, then widened his eyes, and said in great surprise: "Miluo, how come their emotions have changed so much? There was obviously resentment in their hearts, but in the end they chose to let it go. It stands to reason that they are in the Taixu Illusion Realm.
After they died tragically, they should all have hatred in their hearts."
"I don't know about this either. Maybe this Ming Gong's education was very successful. When his children were alive, they chose to stand up for the moral principles in their hearts. After their tragic deaths, they were able to stay in this world while being restrained by his thoughts and sacrifices.
During the time, did he choose to let go? In fact, his granddaughter who chose to sell herself to the landlord in exchange for food finally said those words because she really let go, or she just felt pity for her grandfather and did not want him to continue to torture himself.
I can't tell it, and I don't go out of my way to tell it."
Speaking of this, Milo couldn't help but shake his head: "His family was miserable, each one was miserable, and the dead people were let go one by one. On the contrary, the old man, the last living one, began to doubt his persistence in life. Now, I only hope that they
May you have a good dream."
Milo said, sending the golden lanterns corresponding to this family into the corresponding areas.
That represents the creatures that have let go and are enjoying their sweet dreams.
Above those golden lanterns, Dongming Mansion and Qingxu Mansion were changing up and down, speeding up the illusions in the dream, allowing them to quickly live their lives in it, and then enter new dreams, constantly relieving the tension in their minds.
pain.
What was in front of him was a part that had regrets, accelerated the speed of dreams, might fall into paranoia, and needed help.
In this way, Milo painted under the golden lamp to let the creatures in the golden lamp feel relieved, and then went to another golden lamp to start a new round.
The days passed like this, during which Milo also asked Yangzhen and others if they wanted to return to Hanxia Land first.
Tianguang and other true disciples directly refused: "Being able to witness a visionary supernatural power derived from the highest merit is also a rare experience. Besides, opening the channel at this moment will inevitably disturb them. We have been here for more than two years, so we won't
It’s a year and a half short.”
Having said that, these people even helped to rearrange the Taoist principles of Taixu Illusionary Realm to make it more harmonious with the aura of Hanxia Dimai.
In the later stage, the aura of the land of Hanxia has completely embraced all the laws and principles of this Taixu illusion.
The reason why the two have not been integrated yet is because Milo's three scrolls constructed a triple "Wonderland in Painting".
However, Hanxia Dimai did not urge it, but silently watched the subsequent changes in the Taixu Illusionary Realm. Looking at the Miluo Miaoyou territory, more and more golden lanterns were hanging in the air.
At this time, Yougu, Taoist Lin, Taoist Shi and other monks from the Southern Taoist Alliance also had a clear understanding. They were silent for a long time, looking at the golden lanterns one after another in the sky, and finally chose
Relieve.
They began to make final preparations individually.
One day, Yougu came to Milo and said: "In the future, these children will be entrusted to the emperor."
After saying that, Yougu returned the [Wind-Expelling Boy], [Mist-Building Boy], [Flag-Holding Boy], [Incense Picking Boy], etc. that she had obtained from Milo back to Milo.
With the support of many infant spirits, she herself turned into a golden lamp and blended into the area of relief.
As the golden lanterns corresponding to Yougu rose, many golden lanterns also rose into the sky in Miaoyou. Where their lights met, some small golden lanterns carved with children's images emerged, surrounding the ones corresponding to Yougu.
Beside the golden lamp.
At the same time, some golden lamps that had not yet let go were slowly rising under the guidance of their lights.
Later, Taoist Lin also brought several of his disciples to find Milo: "I originally wanted to practice for a while so that I could enter the Tao in the future, but these days, I have watched the emperor and others deal with the universe and sensed the changes in the world.
, I generally understand that I will not retain much memory after entering Hanxia. Instead of continuing to wait, I might as well help you again and speed up the progress. I also hope that I will have a better image in your memory."
After saying that, Lin Daoren's master and disciples also turned into golden lamps and rose up. Their light illuminated some of the creatures who were still doubting themselves, leading them to let go and move towards sweet dreams.
Finally, Taoist Shi and several old monks from Taoist sects also came to say goodbye to Milo.
One of the old Taoists asked Milo a question at the last moment: "Emperor, will you always remember us?"
"I can't give you an absolute guarantee. I can only tell you that unless my Taoist mind wanders, otherwise this illusory realm, you and all other living beings, will be one with these thousands of golden lanterns. Even if I really forget someone,
When I see the lines on it, I will also think of it. This is one of the reasons why I painted for you. As long as the merits remain unchanged and the lines remain unchanged, I will not forget them either."
Milo's answer made several old monks look at each other and smile, saying: "Is this so?"
As for the old monk who had just started asking the question, he was even more delighted. He laughed and said: "Someone once discussed the Tao with me and said that monks like me died three times. The first death was physical death, and the second death was the disappearance of relevant records.
, the third death is when all the karma and commitment are gone. If you can remember us, we can be regarded as a different kind of eternal existence, which is not bad."
After saying that, the old monk turned into a golden lamp and rose up. Seeing this, the people walking next to him criticized him one after another, but their hands and feet were not slow at all. They followed the lamp and flew into the sky to shine.
The last remaining Taoist Shi knelt down and kowtowed to Milo: "Thank you for allowing us to live to the end, and thank you for allowing us to have the opportunity to reincarnate. But in the end, I still want to ask for one thing,
Please don’t forget us, don’t forget us and the world. I hope that after millions and billions of years, you will still remember that there is such a world and such a place of people.”
After speaking, Taoist Shi dispersed, leaving only the golden lantern rising into the sky.
At this point, there are only golden lanterns hanging all over the sky in Miaoyou, illuminating the entire illusion of Taixu.
Milo looked at the lights that filled the sky, urging the sun and moon in Dongming Mansion and Qingxu Mansion to rotate, constantly accelerating the time in the dream.
All living beings are born, old, sick and die in the dream. After experiencing a complete and happy life, they put down the last bit of unwillingness in their hearts and completely returned to the illusion of Taixu, integrating into the great cycle of Hanxia Earth Meridian. In his corresponding golden lantern, Milo
The memory lit up the golden lamp again.
One lamp, two lamps, three lamps...
One thought, two thoughts, three thoughts...
When a light changes, a thought disappears; when a thought returns, a light lights up again...
ps: The nursery rhyme "In April, wheat legs are yellow..." in the article originated from the Internet. "Morning and dusk are plowing and the moon is rising" comes from Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty's "He Shengyu's Fifteen Poems on Farm Tools and Three of the Plowing Cows", "
"Children are playing in the court and having dreams come true in the chair" was adapted from the Internet. The source has not been found yet. If there are any book friends who know the origin, please give me some advice.
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