Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

Chapter 66 White Matter

There is a record in "Zhi Bei You", "The life of a person is the gathering of qi; gathering is life, and dispersing is death. If death and life are disciples, what trouble do I have?"

Human life and death are nothing but the temporary gathering and dispersing of qi. When qi gathers, life arises, and when qi disperses, death occurs. Birth and death are just different manifestations of qi in different stages of life.

If this breath has not dissipated, does it mean that even if the body returns to nothingness, the spirit can always be preserved.

Zhuangzi believes that life and death are nothing more than the gathering and dissipating of qi, so what is this so-called "qi"?

The third realm, heaven and earth refining qi, what is being refined?

Will there be any connection between the two?

With all kinds of doubts, Ye Qin fell into deeper meditation.

The breath was deeply hidden in his body and circulated continuously.

At this moment, he has entered the third realm, and he no longer cares about whether his life span can be extended.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Ye Qin no longer has any regrets in his heart, and he doesn't even care about life and death.

This otherworldly feeling made his exhausted spirit become extremely active, and even grew a lot, and he kept moving towards the void.

Those gray substances, traveling around with his spirit, constantly exploring nothingness, made Ye Qin's soul extremely comfortable, it can be said to be hearty.

But in reality.

Ye Qin had already closed his eyes, the whole snake was hovering in place, its scales were also dull, it looked as if it was dead.

The small animals around him formed a circle around him, like stars looming over the moon, with tears shining and their expressions filled with human sadness.

The moonlight shone on Ye Qin's body, as if he was seeing him off, and it looked like some ancient sacrificial ceremony was being held.

And at the foot of the mountain, the woman lying on the bed was already very angry.

As her condition worsened, even hanging her body with medication was of no avail. She had been lying in bed for many days and was unable to get out of bed and walk normally.

On this day, she seemed to feel something, and called the village head and his party, as well as Hu Xiaocao.

Hu Xiaocao clutched the woman's cold hand, tears glistening with tears, and his eyes were red from crying, "Mom, don't leave me, Xiaocao will be very good and obedient."

The woman raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch her head, but in the end her hands fell down without strength, so she had no choice but to give up.

"Ahem, Xiaocao is good. From now on, you have to listen to the words of the village head uncle and the others. Mom is gone. You have to take good care of yourself and worship the mountain god on time."

The woman talked a lot intermittently, and she kept coughing during the period, which made people worry that she would die halfway through.

"Young lady of the Hu family, take a break first."

The woman shook her head, her pale face reflected the red eyes, "I'm afraid if I don't say it now, I won't have a chance in the future."

She looked at the village chief, her expression full of pleading.

"Village Chief, please take care of Xiaocao after I leave. She is also pitiful. She has lost her father since she was a child. Now I have to leave too."

The village chief nodded quickly and assured: "This is natural."

His tone paused, his voice was a little choked, and he couldn't bear to say: "After you leave, we guys will take good care of Xiaocao, so don't worry."

"The village chief, and Uncle Zhang and Aunt Li. Thanks to you for taking care of our mothers and fathers all these years, I will not be able to repay your kindness in this life.

A short and fat woman next to her wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her eyes red.

"Girl from the Hu family, what are you talking about? We are fellow villagers. If you say this, you will be outspoken. Don't worry, I will take care of Xiaocao as my own child from now on."

"Thank you so much."

The woman has no education and no education, so she can only thank her over and over again, hoping that after her death, the villagers will take care of Xiaocao more.

At the end of her life, a mother is still worrying about her children.

"Xiaocao, mom is sorry for you too. This seriously ill body has delayed you, and I won't be able to accompany you in the future. You must listen to everyone."

After the woman said these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her face became paler, and her breathing became short of breath.

Hu Xiaocao couldn't help crying, sobbing and begging the woman not to leave.

Even though it was already summer, the woman's body temperature was unbelievably low.

Hu Xiaocao tried hard to rub the woman's hands, trying to warm her body up, but it didn't work.

All the people present were moved when they saw such a scene.

Aunt Li pulled Hu Xiaocao and wiped her tears while comforting her: "Good boy, Xiaocao, your mother is just too tired. She needs to have a good rest."

Hu Xiaocao, who has always been sensible, seems a little stubborn at this moment.

"You lied to me. Mom won't wake up after resting, just like dad."

The former Hu Xiaocao didn't understand what death meant.

Her mother told her that her father had gone far away, and every time Hu Xiaocao missed her father, she would sit at the entrance of the village and wait.

But she didn't see that familiar figure from dawn to dusk.

When she asked again, her mother told her that her father had turned into a little star and was looking at the grass in the sky.

Hu Xiaocao moved the small stool and sat in the yard, looking up at the stars in the sky, trying to find the star that belonged to her father.

There were so many stars in the sky that Hu Xiaocao cried anxiously but could not find them.

Then, she knew that her father was dead and would never come back. From that moment on, Hu Xiaocao had the concept of death in her little head.

But now my mother has to be like my father. How can I accept such successive blows at such a young age?

Hu Xiaocao's eyes were red, she couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out.

"Little grass!"

Aunt Li wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by the village head, "Let the baby go, Xiaocao is feeling bitter."

Seeing that the woman was critically ill and Xiaocao was still young, the villagers could only help arrange the funeral arrangements in advance and wait for the woman to be buried on the day she died.

Lao Zhang, a coffin maker from the east of the village, has excellent craftsmanship, good quality and good price. He knew that the conditions of the mother and daughter were not good, and that the woman did not have much time. Without saying a word, he made a coffin for free.

Soon, the inside and outside of the courtyard were filled with white flags, as well as some items used for holding wedding ceremonies. Everyone who came in and out of the courtyard had a heavy expression on their face.

There was a suffocating breath of death in the yard, which almost made Hu Xiaocao unable to breathe.

She watched dumbly as the villagers hurried in and out, their eyes were swollen like walnuts, and they hadn't eaten for most of the day.

Aunt Li couldn't stand it, so she brought over a bowl of rice with an egg on top and a large piece of sizzling and oily bacon. It was very appetizing.

Normally, Hu Xiaocao would have devoured it without saying a word, but now she is just staring at the woman's room in a daze.

It's like a kind of escape mentality. As long as Hu Xiaocao doesn't look, her mother will always be there.

She was really scared, and when she stepped into the room again, what she saw was her mother's sleeping face forever.