I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

Saints die too!

No one can escape death.

The extremity of heaven is death.

Don't you know that the universe will eventually be heat-dead?

The universe itself will eventually die.

From the singularity, to the singularity, the infinite cycle, only death is eternal.

Those who dare not face death are cowards!

Escape is useless.

Even after going through thousands of knots and escaping thousands of calamities, the final destination is still death. "

Qi Feifei said: "Although your point of view has some truth, you can't tell it clearly, right? Who came from the beginning? Who experienced the end? What is death? What is it after death?"

"Hehehe...I've come from the beginning...hahaha...you will experience the end...

What is after death?That's how you are now!

Look around you, there is nothing, nothing, nothing!

You look at yourself, can you see yourself?hehehe..."

Qi Fei glanced at himself, and sure enough, he didn't see anything.

He wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he couldn't find his hand, let alone his face.

His body was gone, everything was gone.

An inexplicable emptiness and fear struck.

"Look, you can't even find yourself, you can't even see yourself, there's nothing left! There's nothing left! This is death!"

"Then what are you? I can see you."

"Yes, you can see me because I am death. I am the god of death, I am the prince of the underworld, I am the destiny of the universe, I am the source of the Tao..."

"You said just now that you are my true heart."

"Yes, I was your original heart just now. It was your original heart that brought you here, to let you see the Tao you seek, to see me, and to see death."

Qi Fei was a little flustered, and felt his heart beating very fast.

But he couldn't find where his heart was.

He felt that he had only a little consciousness left, drifting in the dark nothingness.

He was not willing to be imprisoned in the darkness like this.

There was always a flash of light, shaking before his eyes, like a life-saving rope.

But he couldn't catch it.

He thought and thought hard, remembering everything he had.

He remembered his previous life.

From the birth of the mother's womb, from the loud cry that fell to the ground.

Lying on the soft cot, he opened his eyes and saw his mother's face, a world full of unknowns that made him infinitely curious, and later made him experience infinite ups and downs.

He started by crawling, trying to get up, and stumbled down the road of life.

He experiences the love and hate that everyone in the world has ever had.

Those passions and lusts that seem to be nothing now, how stirred his heart at that time, influenced his decisions, and kept him up all night.

He remembered his father's hunched shoulders, and his mother's frosty sideburns.

I remember the helplessness of the eldest sister who set up a stall on the side of the road and struggled under the wheels of the urban management;

I remember hesitating for a long time at the cafeteria window, but in the end I was not willing to buy the taste of braised beef.

He remembered the joy when he got his first salary, the melancholy after the salary was spent, and the anxiety when he couldn't pay the rent.

The streets are full of people and cars, in a hurry and bustling.

The burden of life rests on everyone's shoulders.

This must not be given to man by the way of heaven, it must be the suffering brought to the world by the devil.

He remembered that mirror, which was covered with spots of green rust. The mirror that had never seen anything, but had seen his heart countless times, let him face the mirror in the dead of night and recognize the real self.

Mirror……

He remembered.

Yes, this is the light that has been shaking in front of his eyes, but he has never been able to grasp, this is his life-saving straw.

So, in the dark void, he saw a dim light.

He reached out and touched the dim light.

His hand came back, his body came back, and he found himself again.

He opened his eyes like a newborn baby.

In front of him, there was a misty white light.

Once a human being, through the mirror, he was reincarnated and reborn, and now facing death, he has gained a new life through the mirror.

Not three years old, it turns out to be such a three-year-old.

White light flashed, and the world reopened.

He saw a large white river lay ahead.

fierce!

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In the distance is a hazy mountain shadow, the mountains are undulating, and there is a big mountain, especially majestic, like a pillar that lifts the sky, standing between the sky and the earth, straight into the sky.

The whirring wind was blowing, as if it came from the nine heavens.

The wide river is as quiet as a mirror, without any waves.

Qi Hufei felt that the surface of the water was a mirror, just like the mirror on his chest.

Feathers and catkins swept up in the sky.

A feather fell from his eyes, falling straight and iron-like to the water.

The surface of the water is like a mirror, and there is also a feather on the bottom that goes straight up.

The two feathers collided where the water surface met, dissolved into each other, and slowly disappeared.

No waves, no ripples, everything is so peaceful.

The upward feather was gone, and the downward feather continued, sinking straight to the bottom.

A spring swallow flew in the distance, holding the mud, and flew to the willow tip on the other side.

When flying over the big river, the swallow suddenly fell straight down.

It flapped its wings desperately, but to no avail, just like the feather just now, it fell straight to the surface of the water, and then sank to the bottom of the river.

The river is as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Qi Hufei walked to the river, stuck his head out, and took a picture of himself in the water.

When he saw his face, the facial features were obviously his own, but they were covered with a layer of death, and they looked exactly like the face of the god of death.

He tried to purse his lips and blinked.

The shadow in his water also pursed his lips and blinked his eyes.

However, he still looked like a dead man.

Then, he saw him in the water and smiled.

He knew he was laughing too.

However, he didn't want to laugh.

It was because he laughed in the water that he laughed.

It was as if the one in the water was himself, and the one in the water was the real world.

Which one is the real self?

There was finally a ripple on the river, as if it was caused by his own smile.

The water was rippling, and seven women were playing in the water.

They wear seven different colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple.

When the wind blew, those clothes floated into the sky like streamers, turning into colorful clouds on the horizon.

What's left in the water is a piece of dazzling white, white waves, white legs, white backs...

The seven women turned their heads in unison and said to him, "Senior brother, come down and take a bath!"

After saying that, he ducked into the water with a smile.

Qi Hufei touched his butt subconsciously.

"Little Qi, what are you doing?" Widow Wang suddenly appeared on the water. "Where are you itching? Come, sister, scratch for you."

Widow Wang came over in the water, her clothes were wet, and tightly wrapped around her plump body.

Qi Hufei felt itchy everywhere, especially in his heart.

Widow Wang said, "Who did you give that perfume to?"

Qi Fei snorted and said, "Give...give..."

"Look at how stupid you are!" Widow Wang smiled brightly, "Is it for Xiao Wei?"

Duanmuwei's figure appeared on the river.