Just after the maid woke the girl up, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, making the girl's original panic turn into extreme helplessness.
"Cuilan, are you okay? Did you scare me to death? Why are you so disobedient? Why? Tiger? Ah? Quickly, quickly, protect Cuilan."
Following the old man's exclamation, a group of farmers were so frightened that they stepped back, not daring to take a step forward. Fortunately, after Gao Cuilan stood up, she curled her lips and said slowly: "Father, what are you arguing about? Then
The tigers are all dead."
"Uh? Dead? Who killed you? Who saved you?"
"Well, it's this piglet. I wanted to come to the back mountain to get some fresh air. As soon as I got here, I saw this piglet bumped into this chalky tiger. As a result, I fell into a coma. I guess the tiger was hit by the collision.
Kill him?"
"Piggy? Cuilan, come with me quickly."
Gao Lao looked at the little black pig in confusion. There was no way he could believe that this little black pig was responsible for killing all the chalk tigers. However, thinking of what he had seen in his lifetime and the monsters in the mountains, fear showed in his eyes.
, hurriedly took Gao Cuilan's hand and left in a hurry.
"Father, take this black pig with you. It saved my life anyway. Don't leave it in this valley. I'm afraid if there are any more ferocious beasts, it will fall into their belly."
"Cuilan, okay, take it with you. Let's go quickly. Let's go quickly."
Seeing Gao Cuilan's face, Gao Lao knew that he couldn't convince her for a while, so he could only urge his servants to take the black pig with them and leave this strange place quickly.
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The sky and the earth roared, and a bolt of thunder instantly descended from the depths of chaos. The purple light illuminated the entire void. The huge blood-colored egg lingered around the thunder, dissatisfied with the blood eggs. It seemed that this blood egg was not what it should be.
in existence.
The blood eggs continued to expand, and with a unique rhythm between them, they gradually emitted golden light, blocking the intrusion of thunder in the sky.
The golden light fills the air, and Tao Dao's humility hangs on the blood egg. The golden canzi in the first life, Yu in the second life, the ghost in the third life, the devil in the fourth life, the monster in the fifth life, and the god in the sixth life.
, Mosquito Taoist in the seventh life, Tianpeng in the eighth life, and Wei Yang in the ninth life. Originally, all of them were one body, no, just incarnations.
Transformed into one body, they can taste the suffering of all sentient beings and understand all the laws of life. This is the path that silkworms take. But the silkworm seems to have forgotten, or perhaps deliberately chose to forget, that they are one body. If they are too equal, then the silkworms will be alone.
Individuals will be difficult to integrate again.
Silkworm is different from all the saints. Even if the Moral God incarnates in eighty-one ways, he still chooses to leave one incarnation as the strongest one. The eighty-one incarnations have different strengths and eventually transform into good and evil bodies.
It is because this deity has decisive strength and can destroy all incarnations with a wave of his hand.
And the silkworm is different from the golden cicada. The golden cicada is the result of the obsession of the Taoist Jingyin. Even if it becomes a separate individual, it is still just a thought of the Taoist Jingyin.
The nine reincarnations of the golden cicada are just mirror flowers and water moons, illusory. Even in the eyes of the saints, they are just what the Taoist thinks in their minds, not the real nine reincarnations.
But Silkworm is different. He has truly achieved nine reincarnations. Each individual incarnation is a real individual. Living beings who experience life, old age, illness and death. Although they die halfway, the Tao and Dharma are different, and their understanding is naturally different.
After nine reincarnations, although the silkworm has understood all kinds of Taoism, the consciousness in each life wants to devour the true souls of other lives and control the body of this life.
The true soul of Tianpeng was destroyed because of the struggle between the nine souls. As long as one of them wins, they can dominate the body of this life. However, due to the appearance of Wei Yang, the changes that caused the emergence of the nine true souls, Wei Yang is not a silkworm.
What he transformed into was a true soul that truly came from the depths of space and traveled through space. In the end, the silkworm saw a glimmer of hope and had a hint of enlightenment.
When he swallowed the nine true souls with the secret help of Silkworm, he did not integrate the memories of other lives, so he could not possess the Taoism that he had realized in the nine lives.
It was Wei Yang's changes that caused the silkworms to escape Taiyuan's control. Taiyuan's great wish was not realized and died halfway. This caused the dream world to collapse and Taiyuan's original god
It turned into nothingness.
When Taiyuan was destroyed, the dream world also collapsed and turned into fragments, which either rushed into the depths of the universe, or merged with the Pangu world, or finally disappeared and turned into the energy of chaos again.
The fragment that the tree entrusted to was still floating around in the Pangu world, looking for the breath of silkworms. Finally, when Wei Yang passed through the canopy body and exuded the momentum, the fragment finally completed its mission and joined forces.
Wei Yang merged into one, and the system Xiaotian was derived.
The memory of the ninth life has been spinning in Wei Yang's mind. During this long time, Wei Yang was slowly accepting the Taoism that originally belonged to silkworms.
"Are you aware of this?"
"Why don't you steal my body? You should have this ability?"
Among the blood eggs, Wei Yang looked at the golden man in front of him, his brows knitted together, obviously unable to understand what the other person was doing.
"The tree is already dead, how can I live alone?"
The sadness in the man's eyes made Wei Yang feel a pain in his heart. It seemed that the other man's sorrow was also the sorrow in his heart.
"Huh? Didn't you turn into Yao Qin?"
"No, at the moment when the dream world collapsed, the tree already knew that I was dead and the real silkworm had failed, so she also chose to perish."
Silkworm shook his head slightly, looking at the variables in front of him, he couldn't tell whether it was hatred or love. This person stole his Taoism, but it also made him realize that the Taoism is not the Taoism under the Taoism, but the real number.
The way of life can last forever.
"Really, that barbarian is not a tree? Why?"
"The remnant soul of the dream world has just affected her. The Taoist heritage of the tree has made that girl inherit the mantle of the tree, not the real tree. She is her, and the tree is the tree, just like you. Although you and I blend in
As one body, you are me and I am you, but the you who truly lives is still just you, not me."
If others cannot understand the inscrutable words, Wei Yang understands what the other person means. This is like the relationship between the first life and the second life. Although both are transformed by silkworms, they are one and the same.
They have their own intelligence and are not silkworms.
Reincarnation can be a new life, not a rebirth, so Silkworm took a correct path. Each life has deviated from what he thought in his heart, but he did walk out a new avenue, his own avenue.
All kinds of reincarnations are just for the continuation of life, just for the continuation of life. For this avenue, Silkworm knew that he would eventually turn into ashes and disappear on the avenue he created, but he still walked on unswervingly.
And the path he took is the same as the path taken by the original god Pangu. It is the road that life continues, just like the union of a man and a woman and the birth of their child. This child is their inheritance and hope, and their other future.
A manifestation of the continuation of life. But the child is not them, but a new life, an independent individual.