The man was sitting on the grave muttering to himself, like a fool. So I couldn't help but say: "That man! What are you mumbling here for?"
The man turned his head and immediately made my hair stand on end.
Damn it, no wonder this guy looks so familiar, doesn’t he look exactly like me?
I rarely look in the mirror, so I always have a feeling of familiarity and strangeness about my face. At first glance, I felt a little familiar. When I reacted, I realized that he looked exactly like me.
Except for the different clothes on my body, those eyes, that nose, and that mouth are completely different from me!
Perhaps because he heard me talking here, the man looked up at me and grinned: "You're here."
As soon as I said these three words, I immediately knew who he was, the natural son! The natural son who was born tall and had neither father nor mother!
After knowing who he was, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar and my whole body was cold. What the hell is this place? How could I meet Tianzi?
The ancient tombs full of the atmosphere of the times, the place where the sun never sets, and the ancient people from thousands of years ago in front of me made me a little at a loss. Could I have traveled through time?
My mind raced very fast, and I quickly dismissed this possibility. Time travel is impossible, even in this life. The only possibility is that there is something hallucinogenic in the coffin.
Coupled with some subconscious guidance and the spread of ghost writing, it can make people feel like they are dreaming.
But this kind of dream is so real that even if you wake up, you can still clearly remember the scene in the dream.
It seems that this is what Tianzi left to me.
After I figured it out, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I said respectfully, "Mr. Tianzizi."
Tianzi smiled and said: "You and I are one, so there is no need to be so polite."
I couldn't help but retort: "Master Tianzi, you are you and I am me. I may be walking the same path as you, but I am me. My name is Zhang Wuxin, not Tianzi!"
I have to confirm this, I am Zhang Wuxin, not a natural born child. If this guy wants to give me some memory or something, then forget it.
If I had the memory of being born a child, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know who I am, and I don't want to lose myself.
Tianzi said meaningfully: "The name Tianzi does not represent a person, but represents a profession. I am a Tianzi, and you are also a Tianzi."
I instantly understood that Tianzi was like a purple-robed great priest. You can become a purple-robed great priest, and he can also become a purple-robed great priest.
Then when everyone takes off their purple clothes, they will be independent individuals again. There will be no such thing as body snatching or memory recovery. It seems that I thought too much before.
The thing that Tianzi and I have in common is that we are born tall and carefree. It is because of this that others call me Tianzi.
After thinking about this, I suddenly felt enlightened and the pressure was gone. Then I said to Tianzi: "Senior brother, hello."
He is a natural son, and I am also a natural son. He is thousands of years older than me, so I respectfully call him senior brother.
The only thing I don't understand is whether the Tianzi in this coffin is a program that was written in advance, or is the three souls and seven souls of the Tianzi still left in it?
Thinking about it carefully, it is very likely that it is a specific program, but this program is a bit intelligent and can give corresponding answers based on my reactions and words.
But I heard Tianzi say: "You can find this coffin, which means you have met the Scorpion King. The Scorpion King owes me a favor, so he is willing to wait for you with the coffin. Junior brother, how are you doing recently?"
I said, "It's not very good. It's a mess outside now, and there are monsters and ghosts from that old guy everywhere. If I wait a little longer, I'm afraid I will die there."
Tianzi smiled and said: "Tianzi is neither alive nor dead, so how can he talk about life and death? But don't worry, one year in the coffin and one day in the world is enough time."
I kind of understand what he meant when he said that one year in the coffin and one day in the world. My thinking consciousness probably triggered the program left by the Son of Heaven, so it created a dream-like feeling in my brain.
I had a dream. In the dream, a year might have passed, but outside, it might have been just one night.
In other words, no matter how long I stay here, when I go outside, it may just be a matter of opening and closing my eyes. Qian Xiulan may not be able to hold on for more than a minute.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I thought of this, but the next second, Tianzi threw me a stone shovel.
This stone shovel is full of Stone Age style. Although it is thinly polished, it gives me a very simple and primitive feeling.
I was stunned for a moment and said, "What?"
Tianzi said: "Dig a grave."
After finishing speaking, he also picked up a shovel from the ground and dug directly on an ancient tomb.
I was stunned when I saw it. Digging graves and digging graves was so unconscionable. How could a born son do this?
Tianzizi saw me stunned and urged: "My past is buried here, hurry up, hurry up."
I looked up and saw that the surrounding ancient tombs were densely packed, one after another. By rough calculation, there were probably several hundred. But what did he mean when he said that the ones buried were his past?
While he was dazed, Tianzizi had already dug out half of it. He put away the shovel and said, "It's your turn."
I was in a daze, so I took the shovel and continued digging. After a while, I dug out a coffin.
Tianzi said: "Open the coffin. What you want is inside."
At this point, I didn't care whether it was appropriate to dig up someone else's coffin. I inserted the shovel into the gap in the coffin lid and used a little force to pry half of it open.
The coffin was not big, just over one meter at most. After opening it, I discovered that there were actually murals inside.
In the mural, the Son of Heaven holds a purple-gold gourd of good and evil. The gourd alternates between hot and cold. The cold air suppresses a golden sun centipede, while the hot air protects two living people in ragged clothes.
The golden sun centipede was covered in flames, but was suppressed by the air-conditioning. It was shivering and covered in frost. The purple gold gourd of good and evil was covered with densely packed strange incantations.
Tianzi reminded: "Look carefully at those incantations."
I suddenly realized, why did I come here? Isn't it to learn the methods of Tianzi? At that time, Tianzi was compared with the ancestor of the corpse and Mr. Chonghua, and even Ying Tianming was one of his followers.
How could his method be so simple?
I was so excited that I was shaking all over. This is the real treasure house! I think the way to break the world of life and death is also in this tomb!
At the moment, I didn't care about being amazed, and carefully looked at how the good and evil purple gold gourd worked, how it suppressed demons and protected living people.
After reading it, I dug up a second grave. After opening the coffin, there were also pictures connected one after another. If I looked at it a little faster, it would be like a moving picture.
In the second tomb, there is a picture of the Son of Heaven rescuing the living. He poured the heat from the Purple Gold Gourd of Good and Evil into the bodies of the living to increase Yang Qi, and used the cold air to protect the dead and stop fighting.
He is everywhere on the battlefield of life and death battles, sometimes rescuing the living, sometimes rescuing the dead. Because of his gratitude for his merits, no one, living or dead, will take the initiative to attack him. Instead, they will deliberately give birth to
He gave way to show respect.
I carefully wrote down how to use the purple gold gourd of good and evil to save people, and dug the next grave. In the third tomb, Tianzi was sitting under a willow tree and preaching.
There was a dense circle of living people and a circle of dead people surrounding him. For the first time, there was no fight between the living and the dead. They were all listening to his sermon quietly.
Next to the living and the dead, the willow tree was flying up and down, and its branches were scurrying around. It must have become a climate.
The third grave, the fourth grave, the fifth grave...
Each tomb hides a method of Tianzi, and also represents some stories of Tianzi.
I looked all the way carefully, and I felt happy in my heart, and my understanding of good and evil purple gold gourds became deeper and deeper.
Yes, the good and evil purple gold gourd of the Son of Heaven can not only kill people and cast down ghosts, but can also heal people and protect ghosts. In these stories, every time the Son of Heaven appears, the dead and living people around him will look up to him.
I was tireless, dug out the ancient tomb, and sat there to read the album carefully. After reading more than a dozen books in a row, I suddenly became short of breath. This painting immediately attracted my attention.
This is a picture of the black sky at the end of the Dharma.
In the picture, there are overcast clouds, and people are coming and going. In front of a city, the living and the dead are fighting for their lives. It may be that the living are not in good shape in the war, so they have abandoned the city and went into the alleys.
As a result, black air immediately filled the city.
That black energy is actually a manifestation of the world of life and death.
In the black air, living people turn into white bones and cannot escape, while dead people grow flesh and blood and are alive and kicking.
The mutual displacement between life and death caused some weak guys to panic, and then they were beaten to death.
In the picture in the coffin, Tianzi was holding an ancient book in one hand and a long sword in the other. With the sword, he went straight into the world of life and death. He saw black energy rolling and rolling, and he didn't know what happened.
Looking further down, I saw Tianzi holding a long sword and rushing out of the black energy. I saw black energy rising into the sky behind me, but the scene returned to normal.
The living will not die, and the dead will not live.
My heart was pounding. How did Tianzi do it? If he had learned it, why would I worry that the boundary between life and death on Hongxia Island could not be broken?
In the coffin, the pictures quickly became dim due to contact with oxygen, so that I couldn't even see clearly what Tianzi did.
I'm so anxious that sweat breaks out on my forehead. If we can't find this method, what about the world of life and death on Hongxia Island? Do we expect this program to be the same as the robot?