Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 661
The sound came from a place more than 100 kilometers away.

The wind is picking up and whistling, the snow is falling, and the sky and the earth are misty, whether it is vision or hearing, it is shrouded in a kind of bleak vicissitudes.

But this is for the average person.

Xu Guangling is not an ordinary person, and it is impossible for ordinary people to appear in such a place at this moment.

More than a hundred kilometers away, the soft and almost inaudible low chant was received by him so clearly, seemingly without hindrance or obstruction, and caused ripples in the lake of peace in his heart.

Xu Guangling walked in the direction of the voice.

His footsteps are not in a hurry, and his figure is like clouds and water. In the background of twilight and heavy snow, he looks like a mountain god from a distance.

About half an hour later, Xu Guangling came to a small town at the foot of the mountain.

It's a very simple town, with only about [-] households. Xu Guangling didn't even see the most basic standard facilities like restaurants, hotels, pharmacies, etc.

The voice came from a family, almost unchanged from half an hour ago.

Xu Guangling didn't approach, but stopped outside the town, blending into the night.

With the help of the Sky Mirror, he saw what he wanted to see.

An old man was lying quietly or peacefully on the bed, his breathing had stopped long ago.

His wife, a couple who should be his daughter-in-law, and a few people who seem to be close friends in the town are sitting on the bed and around the table in this small room, and the floor is covered with blankets.

In addition to the bed, there is also a table in the middle of the small room. On the table, a pile of small stones are neatly piled up.

Mani heaps!
It is the same mani pile that Xu Guangling saw in the field just now, except that the current one is much smaller, so small that its base is not even as big as a washbasin.

But size shouldn't matter.

If there is a God, what should people appeal to God?
In fact, it is very simple, but there are only two, one for disaster relief and one for blessing. ——Manidui acts as such a medium.

The wife of the deceased recited scriptures in Tibetan, occasionally mixed with her own whispers.Regardless of whether it is scriptures or whispers, the general meaning is very simple, expressing the condolences and blessings of the living to the dead.

The other people sitting around the table were also reciting softly, but what they recited was very simple, and they all made some monotonous sounds, like "oh" and "um", as if they were used as the background.

Xu Guangling did feel this background.

A kind of mournful, a kind of quiet.

Before that, he had listened to a lot of music, a lot of sounds, man-made, natural, ordinary, and religious. There are quite a few of them, which are worth mentioning.

But at this moment, in front of such roughness, Xu Guangling quietly listened with his ears down.

The simplest chanting, and most likely it was the chanting of an ordinary, illiterate old woman in the country, yet reached his heart in an incredible way.

Then dragged his thoughts into thinking about life and death.

Or, instead of thinking, just concentrating.

This made Xu Guangling's mind in a trance involuntarily for a moment.

And just in a trance, at the next moment, Xu Guangling's own vision passed through the night, through the cover of heavy snow, trees and houses, and directly saw the scene in the room.

It was the same bed, the same table, and the same small stone pile.

And the dead on the bed and the living under the bed.

But other than that, Xu Guangling also saw wisps of faint mist in this small room, like burning incense.

But there is clearly no incense burning in this room.

Not now, and not before.

"Xiaotian, what is this?" Xu Guangling asked Jiantianjing.

"The piece of consciousness, in the old name, some of you also call it the soul."

Jian Tianjing's answer is unusually long. Normally, it answers Xu Guangling's questions very briefly. If it can use one word, it definitely doesn't need two words.

But Xu Guangling was shocked by its answer this time.

It was also a rare shock for a great master, "Soul?"

Jiantianjing didn't answer, but he didn't know what it did. The next moment, those wisps of mist in the small room appeared in Xu Guangling's field of vision in the form of a reflection, and then made him look at himself Contents of consciousness in general, read.

A scene.

Or vague, or clear.

Or complete, or residual leakage.

After a while, Xu Guangling understood many things.

about the deceased.

Probably the most complete and clear passage is that shortly after the deceased married the old woman under the bed, he learned a poem, a short love poem, from the teacher in the temple, and then read it to the old woman at home. listen.

Old women back then were not old women.

The dead at that time were not the dead who were aging and dying.

They are all young.

The images of the young couple that Xu Guangling saw were blurred, but what was not blurred was the taste of happiness.

The happiness of that year has continued to this day.

Stretches beyond life and death.

Perhaps, it's not about stretching, but after a person dies, the most intense fragments in his consciousness are like wine that has been sealed for decades and then finally opened.

All frivolity and dryness are gone.

Unique mellowness emanating from it.

Xu Guangling read and felt such a special memory.

In fact, the life of the deceased was very simple. He was just an ordinary villager, and it was such an extremely remote place. A larger town dozens of miles away, and the temple there.

And, herding sheep.

Young people, middle-aged people, and old people all come here like this.

There is no vastness, no broadness, no intensity, and no mystery, everything is so plain and simple.

But in front of this plainness and simplicity, Xu Guangling was rarely contemplated.

Perhaps, what makes him ponder is not the plainness and simplicity itself, but the boundary between life and death?

That's not quite right.

For a time, beyond words.

"How will this fragment of consciousness change in the future?" Xu Guangling asked after standing quietly for a long time.

"Scattered".

Jian Tianjing's answer did not exceed Xu Guangling's expectation or judgment, but then Jian Tianjing added, "If there is a newborn nearby, there is a certain chance that some of these fragments, some of them, will be absorbed by newborns".

Xu Guangling was shocked again.

"This……"

He even hesitated for a while before saying, "What if the consciousness fragment of a university student is absorbed by a newborn?"

Asking this question, what came to Xu Guangling's mind at the moment was a sentence from Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Shihua" in the Qing Dynasty.

"It's too late to read books in this life."

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Thanks to "dfet" for the monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)