Chapter eight hundred and ninetieth look, flowers, like
Go far away, go to the dharma.
Lu Zhengkang stared at it. The desert seemed vast. The undulating sand dunes were like walking on solidified smooth waves. Every grain of sand under his feet was a universe. Lu Zhengkang didn't understand the stories of these universes. It was like
An ordinary person can't see the story of a petal of a flower or a leaf. When you are in the upper realm, you don't see as much as when you look outside.
He wanders in the desert with a limited spatial range. When he approaches areas that do not exist, strong winds will blow him back.
The spatial range that explains the time coordinate is like this. It seems endless, but it only twists and turns a little bit. The inversion of time and space is to converge the endless into a destined ending, just like a black hole, light can only enter, but cannot exit.
At the end of the wind, Lu Zhengkang could see the boundless desert. Do those really exist? They should exist. Maybe those are forgotten areas. Lu Zhengkang vaguely saw a red robe with falling stars walking slowly on the other side, and he let out a cry
Singing, the star-faller on the top of the distant sand dune hesitated for a moment, then turned back to look at Lu Zhengkang, who suddenly flew over.
He came closer, but was also blocked by the wind and sand. Lu Zhengkang was separated from him by a barrier of wind, standing in the depression of the sand dune, a very short distance away, almost as if he could reach it, but the star-faller has no hands.
, maybe that's why they can't get close to each other.
Deer Zhengkang sang: Deer.
He also sang: Dream.
The sound of singing cannot pass through the wind barrier, but there is light, the light waves of singing are still clear, and the symbols of singing are still clear. This is enough, they watch each other.
Meng sat down cross-legged, and the deer sat opposite each other, and they meditated silently.
When Lu Zhengkang woke up from meditation, the dream had left. His back was singing a distant song on the top of the hill. Although it was only the sound of the wind, it was indeed a farewell.
Lu Zhengkang got up and continued his journey.
He turned around and climbed onto the sand dune, looking around. Yuanliu Mountain was there. It looked majestic, neither thin and steep nor short and thick. It was just like a taller pyramid, with the power to resist the passage of time.
There was a faint singing sound in the far distance, and Lu Zhengkang chased after him. There was no falling star there, but a cloth creature. This was the fateful spirit born from the remains of the viewer, like a square red paper kite with a trailing tail.
, made a low and soft sound, Lu Zhengkang sang to it, and the cloth creatures also surrounded it
He hovered for two weeks, charging his tassels. The red silk cloth strips are the energy of the holy civilization in Shangyuan. They flow in the pipes. Over time, such advanced creatures are gathered in the cloth strips. They are
Each character recorded in the magnificent scriptures is a trace of several cosmic civilizations.
The cloth creatures jumped for joy when they saw Lu Zhengkang, and guided him to ruins, where there were cloth creatures trapped in energy tubes. When the super ancient ruins were broken, the cloth creatures in these energy pipes were looking forward to
free.
Lu Zhengkang will help these guys. Anyway, he is not in a hurry to go to the destination, collect more runes and strengthen Tassel's power, so that he can better deal with the evil beasts of wind and snow under Yuanliu Mountain.
Although there is not much difference, Lu Zhengkang can still feel that this place is more dilapidated than the last time he came.
The desert is smooth and without any vegetation. This is not a place where vegetation can grow.
Lu Zhengkang noticed some special colors, like a white sequin shining on the waves. He rushed over and stared carefully - it seemed to be a flower.
Are there flowers here? What kind of flowers can bloom here?
After all, Lu Zhengkang saw this flower under a sand dune. It was already blooming, with white petals, orpiment, and green stem. It was a simple little flower. Lu Zhengkang sang to it softly, and it also responded.
Whispering. Which viewer planted the flower rooted in the infinite universe?
Lu Zhengkang stared at the flowers swaying gently in the wind. In the upper edge of the lifeless world, this one bloomed in his eyes like a mirage.
He was silent, and suddenly he saw a meteor falling in the distance. Lu Zhengkang looked up and saw that the meteor did not cross the sky, but fell in the desert. When he arrived, he saw a rune falling on a broken ground.
On the ruins. That was the shooting star, with red silk scattered around it. Lu Zhengkang approached and sat in meditation silently.
Not long after, a song woke him up.
Lu Zhengkang stood up, the runes had gathered in the red robe, and a Starfaller stood in front of him, calling out again: Pulse.
Lu Zhengkang nodded to him, turned around, took two steps, turned around, and still stood there, looking at Yuanliu Mountain in the sky.
He had no intention of continuing his journey, and he stopped singing.
Lu Zhengkang stared at his pulse, then turned around and continued his journey alone.
There are many viewers who come to the Land of Fate, but their purposes are different. Some people are clearly on the journey, but they stop moving forward. The biggest advantage here is that if you don’t continue traveling, time will not move forward forever.
It doesn't matter if you stay in one place, you always live in a certain time fragment and stay at a certain point in space. All encounters between people in the world are nothing more than encounters between two time fragments. It's just that they meet by chance, and they are in the same boat.
Lu Zhengkang felt his pulse and sang. This time, he was really leaving.
He remembered that the last time he came here, there weren't so many strange people... Maybe he was more careful.
As time passed, Lu Zhengkang approached Yuanliu Mountain, the light of the sun dimmed slightly, and the luster of the pink cherry blossoms in the desert faded unconsciously, and it seemed to be getting colder. Lu Zhengkang knew that the air was getting colder, and the low temperature would
Erase thoughts and memories will gradually become blurred.
In the sanctuary of quicksand, Lu Zhengkang arrived here for the seventh time. This is the only area that is still in operation. The cloth creatures wandered among the energy tubes and towers, driving the ancient totem machine to rotate - it was just idling. Here
There is no need to use these power things, it is like a heart that has left the body and is still beating in vain while the blood is rushing.
The cloth creatures took Lu Zhengkang to the top, where thousands of cloth creatures were trapped. Lu Zhengkang was familiar with the road, and he would rescue these guys: this is the seventh time.
Singing in front of the ancient Falling Star Monument, beams of light falling, Lu Zhengkang meditating cross-legged.
In the pure white thinking space, the white-robed elder stared silently, singing and continuing to tell the story of the Land of Fate...
Lu Zhengkang doesn't care about these things. He really doesn't care. It's just the changes in civilization. Everything will end. For a person who is about to be liberated, he is destined not to see the days when the upper limit will stop. He is living in the present, and he is not living in the future.
He will not face the despair of the future after forgetting the past. He is doing it for
Living the short life of a mayfly... Su Xiangli, my Su Su, if it weren’t for you, I would be the water plant swimming up and down the long river, the vines hanging down from the tower, the bass drum that sounds in the air, it’s you
Pick me up, it was you who knitted me, it was you who caressed me, and I will eventually pick up your catkins.
