I met another Lin Xiaofan who looked exactly like me. This was the me in front of the wishing wall. I wanted to ask him whether he was me, or me, or me, but I didn’t ask. In the end, we became
I became a person, and my body became a collection of totems. A Xuanwu resisted the giant monument and overwhelmed the mountains and rivers. The huge tortoise chained on the isolated island at that time became the totem on his body. Now
, he gave it to me.
I had a meal with Heisan, and he cried like a child. He became my only friend in this world.
Take good care of Jiadi Dengke and the others and let them grow up. Don't tell them that there is Lin Xiaofan. Let them grow up quietly, just like I grew up quietly. I said.
Do you think it is possible that many things need to be passed down and passed on? Hei San said.
Let nature take its course, naturally. I nodded.
Is there still a chance to meet again? He said to me with tears in his eyes.
If there is a destiny, there will always be one. I know.
When I set out for the Kunlun Mountains, there was a convoy that followed me at the same time. This was a group of soldiers. What were they pulling? I also knew that this was the meaning of my going to Beijing. Technology and myths are always going to collide.
After a while, even if it doesn't work, we still need to let them know where the gap is and in which direction they should work hard. No one can help them in the future and they can only rely on themselves.
Finally, everyone returned to Linjiazhuang, Song Laogui, Ma Zhenren, Fatty, Lin Erdan, and me. We are going to have a real battle between gods. Maybe this is our destiny, our afterlife.
In this life, everything must finally come to an end, a real end.
We are gods, maybe we can fly to Kunlun in the clouds and have this long-awaited final battle, but no, we chose to travel like ordinary people, followed a tour group, went to Kunlun Mountain, and looked at it with a normal mentality
We admired the scenery along the way, and finally said goodbye to our teammates who had formed friendship with us on the road, entered the mountains, and began to move forward slowly until we met my grandfather again.
Draw your sword. Grandpa said to me softly.
I nodded and whispered softly in the direction of Linjiazhuang: "Sword coming."
There is a sword, riding the wind and waves from nine days away.
There are two ancient characters written on it: Zhu Xian.
I held the sword and pointed it towards the sky.
The sword slave didn't come, and he didn't need to come. Maybe he had to wait for the next owner of the sword, but he didn't know whether this fate would fall on Lin Jiadi, who was still cute so far.
He is completely a microcosm of me, isn't he?
This sword once suppressed Tu Bo. Once this sword comes, everything will be no longer far away.
Above Kunlun, it covers the sky and the sun.
In the cemetery of the gods, a man rose into the air, waving his erhu in his hand, and wanted to regret Kunlun. He is my father, Lin Yutang, who only did one thing in his life.
Not far away, the second uncle's upper body has no tattoos and is covered in wrinkles like the roots of an old tree. He is carrying a red coffin. The red coffin is the beginning of everything and the end of everything.
On this day, there is a total solar eclipse.
Above Kunlun, there are three huge shadows.
Grandpa smoked a dry cigarette, nodded to me, and said: Xiaofan, Grandpa will help you penetrate Yin and Yang today.
He lightly stamped his feet, the cemetery of the gods boiled, and countless corpses appeared out of the picture. They were pale faces wearing Taoist robes. They sat upright, making secrets, and the gods chanted sutras.
A beam of light broke through the nine heavens and ten earth.
I sit on it.
In ancient times, there was Pangu who created the world, and now there is Lin Xiaofan who penetrates Yin and Yang.
After that moment, I saw the chaos of heaven and earth, the stars in the universe, and the yin and yang of all things.
With one punch, I want to break the sky; with one stamp of my foot, I want to penetrate the entire earth.
Xiaofan, it’s time. Grandpa whispered.
I took out the golden elixir, a product of technology, but let me eat it.
I swallowed it.
With a wave of his hands, the space was torn apart.
For some things, I finally understand why there are so many alternating and overlapping spaces. There are former battlefields. No one wants this kind of power to destroy the things we want to defend with our lives.
I raised my head and shouted to the sky.
The man in heaven has never shown his true face to others. Perhaps, he has never regarded humans as human beings.
He snorted coldly, and the three statues floated and entered the space.
This is God’s battlefield.
I sat down and felt calm. In this life, I have a clear conscience and a clear conscience about who and what I love.
I am the Tao. I muttered it softly.
I transform Tai Chi into my own body.
This life will be the end. There is no turning back, only a fight. I say.
The second uncle’s father and the second uncle who carried the red coffin asked me almost at the same time: It’s really not possible.
No one is special, what is lost is lost, blindly asking for the lost to come back, how to face tomorrow, what are we going to do today, even if they come back, this world has no us, what is the use of them coming back?
I reached out my hand.
Another roll of mountains and rivers.
mom.
mom.
My second uncle and I shouted at that image at the same time, we are worthy of this life.
I practice Tai Chi.
The wind is surging.
The second uncle put down the red coffin, the father broke the erhu, Ma Zhenren, Lin Laoyao, and Song Laogui stepped onto the Tai Chi diagram and met the three phantoms in the sky. In the process, the ghost face Mengchang, the third grandfather of the blood dragon, and the seventh grandfather all came together.
Come from afar and embark on the Tai Chi diagram.
Heaven and earth become a line.
There are circles on the line.
One circle brings all things into being.
A big hand comes down from the sky to destroy all living beings.
Outside the Kunlun Mountains, the old man ordered the launch. I heard him murmuring softly with tears streaming down his face: Just do your best, just do your best.
The next moment, they took off their hats and saluted.
This is not a sad song, this is a sad song.
There are no moves, no methods.
There are only collisions.
The world will be at peace once it hits.
Once it hits, all living beings will be enlightened.
The three figures collapsed at the same time.
Above the clouds, a giant eye overlooks the sky and the earth.
I stood there and asked: The sky still has eyes
It replied: People are doing it, and God is watching. How come you have no eyes?
It also said: I will give you a piece of the future.
The one who saves people, people.
Those who destroy people are people.
It asked me: understand
I rushed up. I rushed into this eye.
God should be wise.
Lin Xiaofan wishes the world peace.
May the good people in the world be well.
May those who do evil in the world finally experience evil consequences.
After this battle, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and from then on, there were no immortals in the world.
Heaven has opened its eyes.
Extra: Black 3
My name is Heisan. I am in Luoyang, doing the business of flipping buckets. In my free time, I was packing some things. Suddenly I remembered that there are still a group of people in this world.
In this group of people, most of them have the surname Lin, but of course there are others.
They are the best friends in my life, even though they are all gone.
There is a kind of longing, like poison, once it starts, it starts to spread crazily.
Maybe they are immortals.
I read a lot of books, trying to find traces of them, even if they were reborn, even if they were reincarnated. Finally, I went to Tibet, rode a bicycle, and saw the scenery, because I had a dream, and in the dream I dreamed
Lin Xiaofan, he told me to go to Tibet and find an old speaker to practice Zen practice.
I thought he was coming back.
Because Tibetan Tantric Buddhism has always said about reincarnated soul boys, I thought they were going to start a new reincarnation.
I found a dilapidated trumpet temple in a snowy mountain. In the temple, I met the old man. He couldn't be older. When I saw him, I knew that this was the one Lin Xiaofan in the dream asked me to find.
people.
He pushed back the white hair from his forehead, and I saw his face, which was exactly the same as mine.
Asking about Zen is equivalent to asking myself.
I asked him, I said my friends, my favorite friends, if they would come back.
He answered me with three words: Ask all sentient beings.
With these three words, I rode back to Luoyang and asked the sentient beings if they had ever thought they would come back. I don’t know who the sentient beings are because I am not from outside the country. I can only ask a lot of questions based on my understanding.
people.
I will tell Lin Xiaofan’s story to many of my friends and passers-by.
I said that such a story happened in a place called Linjiazhuang.
After I finished speaking, they all laughed.
They asked me, Heisan, are you crazy?
I answered I didn't.
They will say, if you are not crazy, then the person in your story is crazy. For the sake of the safety of the world and the safety of all mankind, they regard themselves as gods.
Whenever this happens, I will solemnly tell them, yes, they are gods.
Then they would curse, "You idiot, you have JB's eyes, but your asshole is about the same."
I suddenly understood what the Zen master meant when he told me to ask about sentient beings.
I also understand that they will not come back.
Ask all sentient beings, for all sentient beings, because they are good, they are all kind people.
But sentient beings no longer need goodness.
They can't save them, they won't come back.
Later, by chance, I went to attend my child's parent-teacher meeting because my wife He Xiaohua returned to her parents' home. After the parent-teacher meeting, there was an interaction between parents and children. I was fortunate enough to be invited to the stage and watched from the audience.
To the children and parents, I took the microphone and said to them, let me tell you a story.
I told them the story of Lin Xiaofan again.
After the lecture, the children cried.
They all shouted to me, Uncle Xiaofan is a hero.
The adults behind them are laughing
Lin Xiaofan, at least someone thinks you are a hero.
On the way back, in front of me, there was a child walking with his parents on the road. The child was crying. He said: When I grow up, I want to be a great hero and superman like Lin Xiaofan.
The father holding him said: Silly boy, where can there be such stupid people in the world?
I picked up my child, kissed him on the forehead, and said: Hei Baqian, you have to believe that there are idiots in this world. It’s okay for you to be wronged, but you can’t be made to care. I care.
Yours, get a little hurt, just like your Uncle Xiaofan.