Notes on travel outside the Yunfu episode

Afterwards, we have gone through countless worlds. I asked him several times where is the end of the journey. He always smiled and said that the people who should come have not yet come, and the things that should be heard have not yet been heard.

Until we broke into a strange space by chance, and the moment I saw that person, I knew that our journey was about to end.

It was a woman.In other words, a spiritual creature with a woman's skin.

A butterfly with wings like shards of glass fluttered away from the table. She lowered her head and hung her pen, with a few strands of hair hanging down, and her light blue gauze sleeves fluttering gently.

I walked softly to her side and watched her use the electronic pen to write pieces of black text in the air. Every time a sentence was formed, a corresponding scene was generated beside her.She wrote about row upon row of buildings, and the city supporting high-rise buildings rises behind us; she wrote about the magnificent starry night, and the moon and stars spread out above our heads; Pass the colorful paper cranes.

She reminds me of Deep Blue.I began to imagine whether we and the world also came into being like the words in her pen.

"Long time no see, Xi." She stopped writing, said to Xi, then slowly narrowed her eyes, and called my name: "Ge Tian Qinghua."

I turned around in a daze and stared blankly at her, my eyes broke into her deep eyes unsuspectingly - just like I broke into her world unsuspectingly.

This is the first time I have seen such eyes. Her eyes are changing. When you are not paying attention, they will change from the forest to the ocean, from the morning sun to the sunset, as if everything in the world is in her eyes. One escapes.

I covered my heart and stepped back step by step, "Excuse me, who are you?"

She smiled sweetly and walked towards me with a pen in her hand. I saw a bunch of white tortoise flowers hanging on her chest. No wonder there was a faint fragrance all around, so it came from here.

Xi respectfully introduced: "Qinghua, this is the creator of the Nine Buddhas."

I was very surprised, the name of the Creator is our respect for the deep blue light and the crow blue light, because we are all creators, so we respectfully call him the Creator, and this...

"you are......"

Nine Buddhas said: "I am neither dark blue nor crow green. If you want to ask me what I am, please use your spiritual knowledge." She took my hand and put it on her chest, "Tan Tan Exactly."

The moment I touched her, I quickly withdrew my hand.

In a split second, I saw it all.Really "all".In an instant, without time to think, countless scenes, thoughts, and words flooded into my heart, and I saw all the creations and everything that was happening in the creations.

"I am the world, and the world is me."

"Then you and Deep Blue—"

"We are equal, it's just that Deep Blue created all the worlds, Crow Green raised the apostles, and I am alone." There were butterflies flying around her like shards of glass, dressed in black, with long hair dancing in the air, and then Click a little bit, turn into clouds and dissipate in the breeze, "All I have are just some stories that can't be told, all I do is write down these stories one by one, and then watch them fly to It belongs to its own world creation, its own interpretation, and its own interpretation."

Nine Buddhas erased the handwriting in the air, and the surrounding scene suddenly disappeared. She asked us gently: "I don't know what you want from me?"

I was already stunned by the shock, my mind was blank, but I was very calm, and I asked her respectfully: "May I ask the Nine Buddhas, why Qinghua has the power of Sif's dream? Is this related to the Deep Blue God?"

Nine Buddhas smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, I can't say anything about this. But in the not-too-distant future, there will be a hero who will lead everyone to uncover the answers to all the questions."

Xi asked again: "Excuse me, is Qinghua's life experience related to Dracula King?"

Nine Buddhas still shook his head, "Sorry, I still can't say anything about this. Also in the not-too-distant future, there will be a hero who will bring the legendary figure back into everyone's sight."

I was a little annoyed, did this strange Creator really know, or did he just pretend? Otherwise, why wouldn't he be able to say anything?

Said: "Then, please listen to the last question."

"please say."

Xi asked: "Excuse me, what kind of existence is the creation of Dracula King, that is, the world that is not recorded by the dark blue escrow layer, and why did it disappear without a sound?"

Nine Buddhas asked back: "Then why didn't you ask why when I erased the writing in the air just now?"

We were left speechless.Those words, every paragraph, is a world.

Nine Buddhas laughed, "That's the reason."

"There is nothing special about the creation of the world. There is no record of it, just because there is no record; it doesn't exist, just because it doesn't exist. Don't use the thinking of the creator to speculate on the intention of the creator, because many times, there is no intention."

"There has never been an impossible thing, and if there is, then it is fundamentally impossible, such as the power of dreams, such as Dracula King."

In the blink of an eye, Xi and I were moved to another world, and the Nine Buddhas had long since disappeared.

Nothing happened except the memory.

I lamented, "At the end of the day, we still don't know anything."

Xi patted me on the shoulder with a bright smile, "If it were that simple, I would be worried instead."

After a brief silence, I also smiled and looked up at the sky, "Ah, that's right."

"We go home."

Saying so, he squeezed my hand tightly.

"Then, let's go home."

Answering this, I smiled lightly.

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On the far side of the river, a pretty little girl shouted loudly: "Liars nowadays are really unprofessional! They talk about yin and yang and gossip, and they wear Western magic!"

Butterflies like shards of glass flew across the river, silently.

Our journey ends here.