Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

This is a silent and endless grassland. The long green grass is like an ocean, rolling and swaying with the wind. And the man and the child are trekking on this boundless land, heading towards the place where the sun rises, a long road, There is no end.

The sky at the top of the grassland is always filled with clouds, but the light is not dim. The sun's brilliance penetrates the heavy haze and is still bright and warm. Even the clouds weaken the sun's heat, allowing people to walk for a long time.

They are travelers who don’t know their destination, destination, or reason. They don’t need food, rest, or any harm. The older man walks slowly with the boy and girl, sometimes silently, sometimes talking, not What has changed is this endless grassland, which looks green but is actually barren and boundless.

Sometimes, the man would stop and discern the direction in which the sun was rising. Sometimes, the boy would stop and think about why he was heading toward the sun. Sometimes, the girl would stop and worry about whether there would be an end to it all. They had questions and asked each other, but they couldn't find the answer, but they all moved forward in the same way. If one person couldn't go forward, the other two would cheer each other up. If everyone couldn't go forward, then everyone would work together. Rest until you can continue walking.

Because they are a family. Although there is no memory in their hearts and everything is hazy, they are a family, so they will keep moving forward.

[Father, why should we move forward? ] The boy asked: [What is the reason for all this? ]

[Dad, why should we move forward? ] The girl asked: [What is the meaning of all this? ]

[I don’t know, maybe everything has no reason and no meaning] The man replied that he was always the one in the lead. Although he once stopped to rest, he was never confused: [But I want to move forward. Maybe thinking is a reason, and progress itself is a meaning]

The grassland is endless, and even if you have infinite time, you cannot complete an infinite part of it.

However, even the grassland that seems to be always the same will have some man-made traces or special wonders on it.

As they moved forward, they saw many extinguished bonfires or ancient statues of gods. They saw a huge rift valley suddenly appearing in the middle of the grassland, with an endless river flowing at the bottom.

They saw the bones of beasts and humans, and these bones did not break and dissipate, but they also saw things that dissipated - when looking from a distance, they saw an ancient god sighing in the sky far away on the grassland, and then slowly Slowly disintegrating, it turned into a downpour of spiritual light, washing away everything on the grassland.

[Will we be broken like this? ] Stretching out his hand to catch the rain, the boy stared at the aura dissipating in his palm and murmured to himself: If in the end, I don't like the rain very much, can I turn into the wind? ]

The girl squinted her eyes, stared at the rainbow in the sky, and shook her head slightly: [I don't know...but I still want to keep walking]

The man silently raised his head, looking up at the sky where the heavy rain fell. The silent grassland made a rustling sound due to the rain. It seemed as if he was in the rain, holding an umbrella for a beautiful lady. Naturally, a small umbrella cannot protect two people. , they were all wet in the rain, but both of them were laughing, laughing loudly.

This made his eyes soften, and some long-forgotten memories came to mind. But soon, these memories faded away, and the man became serious again. He turned his head and said to the boy and girl: [It’s time to continue]

So they continued walking for a long time.

Because they don’t want to dissipate yet, they shouldn’t dissipate.

Until they heard a voice.

Do you still remember who you are?

This voice is gentle, but inside it is as warm as a flame. Just hearing this voice, it seems that you can imagine its owner laughing and angry, because only flames can jump with joy like that, and only flames can burn with such blazing anger.

[……do not remember. ]

The man was the first to answer, and he admitted candidly: [Is this important? ]

It's not important. Flame's voice said, It's enough that someone else remembers it.

[Don’t other people remember it either? ] The boy asked: [Will we dissipate? ]

No. Flame's voice said: Not as long as you don't want to.

[But what can be done if it doesn’t dissipate? ] The girl asked: [Are we going to go on like this? ]

Yes. The voice of the flame said: You can keep going. As long as you keep thinking, you can keep going.

[Who are you? ]

they all asked.

I am Zhu Zhou. The voice of the flame replied, and then asked: And who are you?

So they fell silent.

The long silence lasted as long as the sun rose and rose seven times in the sky.

They really don't remember.

Death has six realms. Zhu Zhou's voice said: You are sinking.

The death of fighting spirit makes living people look like zombies.

The death of the spirit makes the body like a plant.

The death of the body makes the soul like a withered leaf.

The death of the soul makes memories like floating dust.

The death of memory makes existence begin to collapse, like an extinguished fire.

Finally, the death of existence is utter nothingness.

When the three of them showed frightened expressions, Zhu Zhou smiled and said: However, there is no need to worry. You can still wait before nothingness comes.

Wait until the true nothingness descends equally on all living things in the infinite world. That is the seventh heaven created by great love.

Zhu Zhou's voice said: You have lost your fighting spirit, your soul, and even your memories. There is no underworld that can accommodate you. You are only one step away from nothingness.

It's just that there are still people in the world who miss your existence. You haven't given up yet, so you can walk here.

[Where is this place] The man said confused: [Why are we here]

This is reincarnation. Zhu Zhou replied: The place where all love gathers, all tears gather, all memories and existence are released from reincarnation, and the true spirit sets out again.

[I don’t understand] The boy shook his head and said: [We just keep moving forward]

So you haven't started reincarnation yet. Zhu Zhou replied: You are still attached and don't want to dissipate.

So it didn't dissipate, it was still walking.

[Where are the others?] The girl tilted her head: [There should be many people reincarnated, not just dad and brother]

Except for the cause and effect of birth, people are never necessarily connected in the world. Zhu Zhou replied: And haven't you seen it already? Those extinguished bonfires, broken tents, wide canyons, towering mountains, and ancient statues of gods , and the gods who turned into heavy rain. They are all, and in their eyes, you are also something else.

Zhu Zhou said: You are not on the same line, you just cross paths occasionally, some for a long time and some for a short time.

In the distant future, the three of you will be separated from each other, but not yet.

The wind blows across the grassland, and the silence is not abrupt amidst the noise of the grass and trees, because the sound like a sea wave is swaying in the wind.

Candleday is waiting patiently.

[Who still remembers us] The man asked softly after a long silence, his voice trembling a little: [I want to know]

[I also want to know] The boy raised his head, his eyes brightened.

[Yes, I want to know too.] The girl tightened her father's and brother's clothes.

Zhu Zhou smiled.

I will not answer this question. He said, then raised his hand and pointed to the sky in the endless wilderness: But the sky will answer your questions.

Following the finger pointing to the sky, the clouds at the top of the sky began to surge, and the thick haze cracked open. The bright sunshine, like sharp swords and stairs, fell from the dark clouds to the earth, turning into a winding path, straight through Stairs to the top of the sky.

This staircase seems to be making a sound, which is a devout prayer and a longing that can never be cut off. Some people are using their memory to maintain it, and some are using their own divine power to strengthen it.

The stairs condensed by light are like a hanging rope woven by spider silk. It seems that it will break and dissipate at any time, but it is so tenacious that it is unimaginable.

Go forward. Zhu Zhou said: You have been moving forward, but there is no ladder for you to climb. Keep going, and you will get the answer.

[I don’t understand] The man hesitated for a while, then he looked up at the sky along the stairs until his eyes were sore: [The sky never responds to us]

I know now. Zhu Zhou said, But I will only help you get here. You have to walk the road on your own.

[I don’t believe it, the sky always lies.] The boy pursed his lips and seemed a little angry: [And what can you do even if you climb to the sky? This is too ridiculous]

The essence of everything is nonsense. Zhu Zhou replied: But it makes sense as long as you believe it.

[What do we need to be careful about] The girl blinked and stared at the ladder: [It is very fragile, I am very scared]

Don't look back, don't bow your head. The soil is fragile, but because you believe in it, it is strong. Zhu Zhou smiled and said, Keep walking, just like when you walked forward in the past.

That's right. Zhu Zhou reminded: Even if you reach the sky, you still need to wait for a long time.

You have just left reincarnation and have not truly returned to the world yet, but don't worry, there is an old lady who has already embarked on the journey for you.

Although she is very old, I believe she will succeed and use her own hands to take you back from death. I have given her my blessing.

The man's heart pounded, and his eyes finally became alert.

Although he still couldn't remember who the person who shocked his heart was, there were still instinctive marks on the true spirit that was not completely cleansed.

[It’s just...] He was a little embarrassed, but he still said it with difficulty: [Is it just a blessing? ]

I will do many things. Zhu Zhou smiled: But only in innovation, only in changing your destiny for the better, and in things like changing the world, I will only bless you.

Because I am not qualified to define happiness for you, so please work hard. If you lose too many times in the battle to obtain happiness, I am afraid I will be powerless.

The three members of the family looked at each other for a while and laughed.

Families tidied each other's clothes and tied their shoes. They combed each other's hair, straightened their collars, and tidied up the slovenly appearance they had become during the long journey.

They didn't ask how many times they could lose.

They don't plan to lose even once.

Soon after, men, boys and girls set out and they climbed the stairs.

Zhu Zhou stood on the grassland, looking up at them as they embarked on the journey to the sky step by step.

It was a long, long journey. Perhaps until the stories were over, until the books were rotten, until the poems recited by time were gone with the wind, they still had not climbed to the sky.

But it doesn't matter, they have embarked on a journey called better, happier and more perfect.

And just as Zhu Zhou was watching all this with a smile, the grassland began to shake slightly.

Thick and deep, dark and compassionate, the gray mist that encompasses everything pours out from nowhere, as if something eternal and long-lasting emerges from everything, lingering around Zhu Zhou.

The gray mist surged, and the endless spiritual sounds and names turned into the noise on the endless grassland, and the sound of chuckles rang out.

[What a bad boy] He said: [He actually uses the reincarnation seal like this]

Reincarnation is about letting people rob the execution ground. Zhu Zhou replied easily, shaking his head: What's more, this is not a prison in the underworld. They could have left. I just blessed them.

[But he is still a bad boy] He chuckled: [You are breaking the order of reincarnation]

Reincarnation is for transcending and breaking. Zhu Zhou also smiled, but also answered seriously: I always remember this.

After getting a satisfactory answer, the gray fog gradually retreated: [Good boy... No, I can't say that to you anymore]

Before leaving, He changed his words: [Continue your journey, innovation]

【I bless you】

Thank you very much. He nodded slightly, then Zhu Zhou raised his head, turned into a ray of light, and flew towards the sky.

And as he rose higher and higher, the endless grassland began to blur and change. It gradually turned into another layer of appearance, an extremely majestic one with no boundaries or ends visible. It was so huge that it could not even see the end. It is said that it is located in the multiverse, but it is better to say that it is a magnificent structure that wraps the multiverse.

A thick layer of gray mist surrounds the complicated and mysterious structure, but it exudes a warm flavor.

It's too grand, too complicated. Gray-black light came out of it and penetrated the entire sealed multiverse. It was one of the thirteen rays of light.

That is called reincarnation, a macrostructure that is compact, huge, and transcends time and space, cause and effect, and even the entire multiverse. Compared with it, the generally naturally born multiverse avenue is as weak and ridiculous as the plasticine made by slugs.

But it is still just a crude tool, initially used to remember all names, and later to make all names memorable.

Everything in it has not really died yet. It is not waiting, but moving forward persistently, just like that family, they are not dead yet. Their wives and mothers are still praying and remembering them, and their true spirits will not reincarnate until no one in the entire multiverse can remember them.

As for the soul that falls off the true spirit, everyone knows that it is the real death. All cause and effect dissipate, and only nothingness can embrace such a wreckage until the infinite end, when the last person gives up.

The young man has not looked back, and the underworld is not allowed to look back. Since he is determined to leave, he must leave.

Opening his eyes, Su Zhou stared at the sky at the other end of the distant multiverse in his own incarnation of the Great Dao. There was a big sun pupil looking at him, and everything passed only for a moment.

Thanks.

He said easily: I didn't expect that someone would help me. Thank you very much. You must be a good person, right?

I guess we could shake hands?