Yin fate has a share

Kong disappeared, and no cats, dogs, ghosts, foxes, fairies and monsters jumped out happily to sign even if they walked in a place where no one was around.While my life was back on track, I couldn't help being a little... lost, like losing some unusual friends, and even losing a strange world.However, any random thoughts at any time are based on "you are very idle". Obviously, neither Miao Fu nor Wang Sheng have such worries.There are countless things they have to face, especially Miao Fu.

In the free time when Wang Sheng could read a book in peace, Miao Fu was running around all the time.He seemed to be more diligent than before, spared no effort—almost desperately—to participate in all possible public welfare activities.

Wang Sheng knew that after jumping out of the wall, Miao Fu believed what Hades said, and also believed that his own power could be cut and gathered into a tower with sincerity, and believed that all the details were the cold mountain stone path leading to the lofty and vast fantasy dream.

He stared at him, like staring at the bright and majestic moon, in the midst of all the unavoidable chaos and noise in the world, as he had understood early in the morning, he was silent and could not look away.

From this life to the next.

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In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, compared to Miao Fu, Wang Sheng is not completely isolated from the world over there.However, this kind of contact will not affect his daily work and life at all, because it will only happen in sleep.

It's the fourth time.Wang Sheng stepped on the familiar bamboo forest path and walked to the door of Taishang Laojun.According to Laojun, the green bamboo forest can calm his mind and recuperate his soul.Some wounds are invisible to the naked eye, and the damage caused in the heart is immeasurable.Wang Sheng is just a mortal, he has been in the extraordinary way for too long, and now his soul is not as stable as an ordinary person.As the saying goes, "heart disease must be cured by heart medicine", what Miao Fu did when he brought him back was already very good.However, before Laojun confirmed that Wang Sheng was okay, he still occasionally asked him to come over for tea or sit for a while.

After waiting outside the door for a while, no one offered an invitation, obviously the master was not there.

"You called me here when I wasn't here?" Wang Sheng was a little surprised.However, Laojun has also explained this situation, in case he has something to leave temporarily, as long as he does not stay within the range of the green bamboo forest, Wang Sheng can walk around at will.Of course Laojun trusted this predestined person, even if the master was not around, it would not be a problem for him to sit in the bamboo house for a while.

This predestined person was about to go in and sit down, when suddenly a bird chirped in his ears.

He stopped suddenly.The voice was ethereal and beautiful... very familiar.I have been to the Green Bamboo Forest many times, and I can always hear this call, and it seems that this bird song is the key to unlock the copy of the Green Bamboo Forest.When I was in the very Tao, I heard this voice, and I saw it and walked in.This time, Wang Sheng suddenly wanted to see what kind of bird was calling him like this.

The environment of the green bamboo forest is deep and quiet, and even the chirping of birds will only make people feel more peaceful.Wang Sheng walked in the direction of the voice he heard earlier, and walked slowly with the mood of traveling in mountains and rivers.The birds chirped in no hurry, more like they chirped twice out of interest.In this brief second or two, he listened to a general direction and looked up by luck.

Laojun’s emerald bamboo grove leads to secluded and secluded paths, and the path is winding, often revealing a pair of unused bamboo tables and chairs, a strangely shaped rock, and once a small pavilion with a pointed roof.Wang Sheng strolled in the courtyard, following the singing of birds, he gradually came to a slightly sparse bamboo forest.What he had to be concerned about was that this place was actually a piece of purple bamboo.

"Purple Bamboo Forest?" He paused, wondering if he had reached the limit he could reach.After all, I'm a mortal, so it's better not to be so casual without a master leading me.Do you want to turn back immediately?

But at this moment, an indescribable feeling seized his whole body, the throbbing started from the ankle and spread to the whole body, like a performance that had been prepared for a long time, all succeeded halfway and now it finally came to the moment of the curtain call.The hesitation disappeared within a millionth of a second, replaced by a firmness.This step, I must take it with full expectation.

The leisurely purple stands quietly by her side, and something that seems to be whispering through the soul is encouraging herself to keep moving forward.

Bypassing a few purple bamboos in front of him, a lake of unknown size appeared in front of him.The light mist floated on the lake, and the line of sight was completely covered by them, and the distance could not be seen.A bamboo bridge was laid under his feet, leading to the unknown shore submerged in the mist.Wang Sheng stared at it, everything around was silent, even the birds fell silent, he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat, clear and stable, moving forward indomitably.

He walked slowly up the bamboo bridge.The feet sank slightly, but there was no sense of danger, and they undulated very naturally.As he moved forward, some wonderful pictures gradually flooded into his mind.He blinked his eyes, realizing another dream in this dream.

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The consciousness was very clear, knowing that he was on the bridge, so Wang Sheng stopped and concentrated on feeling the scenes that suddenly entered his head.It's a bit like being in the very Tao, as a bystander, I saw the picture of June Feixue.

This is an antique study room, and the position where I appear is behind an ancient person.The book in his hand can be seen just over his shoulder.There is no doubt that this is an ancient book, and there is not a single punctuation in the vertically arranged text.But this person... Wang Sheng was stunned, as if his consciousness could control the angle of view, as soon as he thought about it, he turned to the front of that person.

That was... his own face.

He took a few glances at his appearance as a scribe, and suddenly came to his senses.Wait, wait, this is... Could it be that "Li Huo Illusion"?Just trying to understand this point, Wang Sheng couldn't help being taken aback.If the inference is correct, it means that this is the scene in my past and future three lives, yes, and such a scene can only be in the previous life.

It's interesting...

Before he could do more things—such as reading what books his previous life was passionate about—the door was hastily pushed open by a servant.There is no sound.The man looked anxious and said a few words.That self stood up abruptly and rushed out the door.

What's wrong?With a thought, Wang Sheng immediately chased after him.

This courtyard... is a bit big... Thinking of this, Wang Sheng followed him through several corridors and ran towards the gate.Finally, running to the vermilion post outside the main entrance, that self stopped abruptly.Wang Sheng saw a man who looked like a general wearing a golden armored shirt walking down the stone steps outside the door.

His heart beat wildly when he saw the man's back.It's not a surprise, but it seems to have a premonition that this person should appear at this moment.Even if she was wearing clothes she hadn't seen before, even if she was wearing a hat she hadn't seen before, with that kind of figure, and the way she walked...the past and present lives were exactly the same.

Only there was no sound on the screen, and Wang Sheng was sure that none of the two people present really spoke.Probably just heard footsteps, the people outside the door just stopped silently.

Something indescribable spread in the silence.Wang Sheng suddenly remembered that on stage, that person once said "the relationship between us is unclear", and he immediately corrected him "it is clear".But if it comes to this moment, is it really the case?Before he could figure this out, the general had already turned around slowly.As if solving a riddle that had been known for a long time, Wang Sheng finally saw the appearance of that person clearly.

The eyes of the people inside and the people outside the door met, and no one was willing to speak first.Every second is as long as a frozen century, and this wordless picture can only be firmly remembered in Wang Sheng's mind.

But for the first time, Wang Sheng couldn't understand the expressions of the two of them.The general laughed, as he had seen countless times, relaxed, relieved, gentle and peaceful.And the self next to him also laughed, although he looked very natural and gentle, there was a certainty in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.Perhaps there is some kind of connection with the self in the previous life. Wang Sheng can almost feel an indescribable sadness flowing down the limbs and bones. The weight is extremely heavy, making his chest tight, as if he is about to suffocate.

The general suddenly raised his hands and bowed to his precious place.And that self returned the gift in the same way.After taking one last deep look, the general resolutely left.

The heart is clenched.The pain began to spread from the left side of the chest, flooding in an unknown place.

Watching the figure of that person disappear, the person next to him seemed to have made some decision, the expression of standing there changed from being devastated to firm and steady, and his hands gradually clenched.Wang Sheng followed him back to the study room, watched him pick up a pen, and wrote eight characters neatly on a piece of letter paper.

"How can you say that you have no clothes and the same robe as your son?"

Next, that self began to pack some clothes and bundles, as if he was about to go out.Wang Sheng couldn't determine his own plan, he just stared blankly at the words on the letter paper.The words Sanniang said in the Palace of the Underworld reappeared in his heart without warning.

"Would it be said that Wuxin is on the same stage with the son. The demon is in the joy of joy, and cultivates his fate. Live with the son."

In a split second, I wake up from a big dream.In the next second, the surrounding scenes disappeared.With the bamboo bridge under your feet and the lake surrounded, Laojun’s voice came naturally