When Gong Jian opened his eyes again, he heard a baby crying.
The scene in front of me turned into a delivery room in a certain hospital. In the delivery room, the mother was holding a newborn baby excitedly. A nurse hurriedly left the operating room and informed the father who was anxiously waiting for news in the corridor: "Congratulations, you are a father.
, it’s a boy.”
When the man raised his head, Gong Jian was excited to find that this was his father when he was young. He rushed over to hug him: "Dad."
But his body passed through his father. He raised his hand and found that he could pass through all the objects in front of him. It seemed that he was in a soul state now.
The scene in front of Gong Jian's eyes changed. A young mother led her three-year-old son to the entrance of the kindergarten. The mother handed her son to the teacher at the door and told the teacher: "My Gong Jian is a little introverted and clingy. I hope
Teacher, please pay more attention to me."
Looking at his mother's young face in front of him, Gong Jian's eyes were moist. He now understood that this was his own memory. It was himself who had just been born.
The little boy was neatly dressed and was greeting the teacher with a smile, looking like a young gentleman. But when he turned around and saw that his mother had left, he burst into tears regardless of his image.
Gong Jian touched his nose and refused to admit that the embarrassing child below, whose face was covered with snot and tears, was him.
The scene changed again, and Gong Jian saw that the little boy at this time had grown to fourteen years old. He was riding a 28-year-old bicycle in the snowy winter. The schoolbag he was carrying was full of martial arts novels, and he had a
Long scarf.
Gong Jian still remembers the scarf that his mother knitted for him. It was almost twice as long as an ordinary scarf. Wrap it around your neck and then hang it down to your ankles. The boy rode the bicycle very fast, and the scarf was
A long trail trailed behind him.
Gong Jian still remembers that he felt so cool at that time, like a hero. But now, from the perspective of a bystander, Gong Jian can only be thankful that the scarf did not get caught in the bicycle chain and strangle him to death early.
Looking at the boy's retreating back, Gong Jian seemed to recall the days when he and his best friend didn't have sex for three days.
Soon the scene turned to the boy who was sixteen years old and met a girl. Gong Jian saw the boy shyly put the love letter into the girl's seat. He really wanted to grab the boy's ears and slap him twice.
Let him wake up, that pretentious Chen Jiao who relies on cosmetics is really not worthy of his efforts.
Time quickly moved to when Gong Jian heard the bad news about his parents. At that time, he was 0 years old. It was as if he had returned to the dark space just now. He closed himself up and couldn't see or hear anything.
He only knew that his parents who loved him had left him early.
Seeing this, Gong Jian couldn't help but regret. In his short memory, the proportion of his parents was too small. He was always exploring new worlds and meeting new friends, and for
His parents, who have always been by his side, paid him little attention.
How he wished that time could go back. He would try his best to change the fate of his parents and let them see him grow up. Even if he could not avoid the tragedy, he would still spend more time with his parents and leave more important things behind.
remember.
Seeing Gong Jian standing up slowly in front of him with the care of his friends and neighbors, Gong Jian's heart was filled with gratitude to these people. It was their concern that allowed him to escape the haze of his parents' death.
The scene is fixed on an evening in early summer. Gong Jian picked up a package at the door. Gong Jian knew that what was inside was AR glasses. That was the moment that changed his life.
The female voice sounded clearly in his ears again: "I see, it turns out you are the chosen one, so you are qualified to appear here."
When Gong Jian came to his senses, he had already arrived at the entrance of the ancient temple, and the goddesses also returned here after searching for him in vain.
The three goddesses were very happy to see Gong Jian. Chopra quickly asked: "Where have you been? Gong Jian, seeing that you are gone, we are very anxious and are looking for you everywhere."
Gong Jian touched his nose and answered her vaguely: "I have a date with the past. It's okay, let's go quickly."
Although Gong Jian didn't know which goddess it was just now, he was very grateful to her for allowing him to see the images of his parents again. Although it was only a few times, it was precious.
Xiaoya felt Gong Jian's emotional fluctuations. She didn't know what Gong Jian had gone through in this ancient temple that none of them had ever set foot in. But as a mortal, Gong Jian's appearance here had obviously been noticed by the owner of the ancient temple.
Recognition.
She could only use gentle eyes to slowly comfort Gong Jian. This was because she had not thought carefully about it. The longer she stayed with Gong Jian, the more she forgot that he was just a mortal, different from them all.
It is even more difficult for mortals in the God Realm. Xiaoya silently reminded herself in her heart that if she goes to a strange place in the God Realm in the future, she must let Gong Jian drive the Red Arrow so that he can have a certain ability to protect himself.
No matter what Xiaoya was thinking, several people walked up the stone steps, only to find that the door of the ancient temple was tightly closed. It seems that when the goddess died in ancient times, the temple was closed and became
A sacred tomb.
Several people pushed the heavy door, but it didn't move. It seemed that strength alone could not open the door.
Rafisoma unconsciously used her divine power. Although she still could not push the door, a few lines of text flashed on the door.
Gong Jian looked over and found that he didn't know a word of it. He couldn't help but ask Xiang Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, what kind of characters is this?"
Xiaoya looked at the few lines of words and replied to Gong Jian: "This is the writing of the ancient divine world. This kind of writing is no longer used in the divine world."
Gong Jian couldn't help but wonder: "The writing of the divine world? Then why don't I recognize it at all?"
Chopra explained his doubts: "The language of the ancient divine world has not changed, but the writing has changed. Mortals can only understand the characters used in the current divine world."
Only then did Gong Jian realize why he couldn't read the text in front of him: "Then what is written on it?"
Xiaoya translated for Gong Jian: "What is written above is: Flames fell into the forest, mountains and rivers collapsed, the sun and the moon sank. The fishy wind blew all over the world, beasts screamed, and Yu Juechen. Who provoked a lifetime of war, thousands of bones urged, Shura
"Whoever has achieved great power and fame as a great god will never forget each other and think about each other. If you don't know the way forward, there is no way to go. You can only enter the palace by running away to Yiyi."
"What does this mean? It sounds like there is a war, and the last sentence says that you can enter the temple, which is a bit strange." Gong Jian saw Xiaoya thoughtfully writing the words on the silk for Gong Jian's convenience to read. (To be continued.