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Ying Bo just woke up and almost fainted again.

Consciousness turned into a thought, the feeling of being trapped in this cold jade ball is not good, imagine the feeling of accidentally falling to the ground, and then a group of wild horses galloping away from the body, and it will be a hundred times stronger, and you will know what it is .

Tens of thousands of people in the cold jade ball kept circulating their thoughts, and for Ying Bo who was pressed at the bottom, every movement of them was like stepping on him.

Ying Bo grinned his teeth when he stepped on it, wishing he could bump his head to death.

It took a long time for Ying Bo to barely adapt to the severe pain, and then moved inch by inch, finally breaking free from the bottom of the pressure of thousands of people's thoughts. among.

But the human mind is not the same as the spiritual mind, the one is solid, the other is nothing but rootless duckweed, and nothingness is like smoke.It's okay when it's at the bottom, but the anchorage position is too low, and the lighter Rennian wants to float up first, even if it touches from time to time, the two don't blend with each other.When Ying Bo mingled into the human thoughts, those empty human thoughts were like bees that had seen honey, buzzing and buzzing on Ying Bo's body.

Ying Bo still doesn't know that the cold jade ball has fallen into the heavy water of the Taiyin, and he just wants to leave the cold jade ball and get away.But these people wanted to cling to him, like a vortex, pulling Ying Bo down, a little struggle, the force of the fall was even stronger, like quicksand, and it made it difficult for him to go up desperately.

When you encounter quicksand, it is best to lie flat. If you can, find a branch to sit under your buttocks, and slowly move your feet under the quicksand to get out.

When encountering thousands of people's thoughts, Yingbo acts as a divine thought. If you want to lie down, you can't lie down. If you think about a tree branch, there is no branch.

But if he didn't struggle and was dragged by thousands of people and fell to the bottom of the cold jade ball, he would only fall into the situation of being trampled on again.

This is not the most terrible place.

The most terrible thing is the humming sound from thousands of people.

It is buzzing buzzing, but in fact the voices of thousands of human thoughts are not buzzing humming, or each of the shallow human thoughts entrusted to the bright moon is not the same, but they speak together, and countless voices are mixed together. If you don't identify it carefully, all you can hear in your ears is the high and low humming.

The people who listened to this humming were irritable, and most people were in this kind of environment, and they couldn't calm down and think about things at all.

Ying Bo can calm down, but what he faces is no better than those who cannot calm down.

Because calm down and listen carefully, you can distinguish the words and phrases of the people closest to you from the buzzing.

"……go home……"

"... Father..."

"...It's night..."

"...I don't know where Ah Da is now..."

At the beginning, I could only hear one word or two words clearly, and one word or two words. After paying attention to the words spoken by the person, I could vaguely recognize the whole sentence.Ying Bo frowned and listened to a female voice lamenting and sighing, who didn't reply, and felt that these words seemed to have no important news, and when he was about to turn his attention away, his eyes blurred, his eyes turned, and he came directly from the cold jade ball. Inexplicable place.

This inexplicable place is a simple house built of wood and weeds... It can't be called a house, it can only be regarded as a shed. Fake antiques come from a family background—almost.And Ying Bo's location is facing a small window of the thatched hut, from which one can see the roofs of other huts and a full moon in the sky.

The moon outside the window was perfectly round, probably around the fifteenth day.

This is the time of the month when the lunar planet is at its brightest and most attention-grabbing.If someone can't fall asleep late at night, look up and look out of the window, fearing that things other than the full moon will not distract your attention.

In the room, Ying Bo looked at the bright moon and let out a long sigh.

... No, no, why did he sigh.

Just thinking about it, he sighed again.

The voice of the sigher should be a woman, and Ying Bo realized that he might be possessed by someone.

The woman looked at the moon and sighed deeply.

Her husband had been away from home for several months, but she never sent a message back. When she asked the elders of the tribe, the elders did not answer where her husband had gone.The food and prey obtained by the tribe cannot be obtained without labor. Even if the elders ordered her to help her family, this day is much poorer than before.

"Ada..."

What time will you return.

Her sigh was full of melancholy, causing Ying Bo to think.

What is Cang Cangzi doing now?

Donghuang Taiyi... He felt that this great god was just easy to talk, and hoped that Cang Cangzi would not anger him by his temper.

He sighed as he thought about it, and looked at the moon again.

For some reason, Ying Bo, who was completely immersed in melancholy, sighed and raised his head to look at the moon, which almost coincided with the woman in the thatched shed.

Ying Bo, who was supposed to be keen, didn't realize it. He only said in his heart, Ah Da...

Who is Ah Da?

He was in a trance for a moment, and his divine sense, which was about to fall into chaos, suddenly struggled with a glimmer of clarity.

Something is wrong!

Ren Nian murmured, dragging him into Ren Nian's dream.

Once you understand it, it is very easy to get out of the dream with the ability of Taiyin to pass on from person to person.But Ying Bo just woke up, and heard someone chanting next to his ear: "I don't know how long, I haven't returned home."

On a towering mountain peak, the wind at the top is like a knife, and a monk stands with his hands behind his back, standing between the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

He sighed: "There was a time when I was a child, staying at home every night, looking forward to my parents' return. The moon I saw from the window was almost the same as today's moon."

"It's really almost the same? I think that after the death of Empress Chang Xi, the lunar star has dimmed a lot."

"It's true, but it's quite bright today." The monk didn't care, and his gaze towards the bright moon had gone away, "I haven't returned to my hometown for many years, and I don't know what happened to the tribe back then."

"Brother Dao wants to go back, he can travel thousands of miles at night, why bother to lament here."

"How can you say that? Since Empress Nuwa has ordered it, I must guard this pass. Fortunately, it is only a year or two. I will go back and have a look when the war is over."

said the monk.

No, this is the flag...

Ying Park thinks so.

The monk looked at the bright moon and thought the same way - if the body dies and the dao disappears... there is no need to mention whether to go back or not.

If you die in this secret realm, you don't have to worry about Yunmengze on Earth.

There are seven emotions and six desires in the human mind, once it is brought into it, it will always produce similar emotions due to the influence of the seven emotions.In the next moment, Ying Bo went back to the monk's childhood, as a child born in an ordinary human tribe in the wilderness, roaming the mountains and plains.

He grew up quickly and became a teenager.

The little boy already has the qualification to go out hunting with the tribe adults. On this day, they left the tribe, intending to destroy a giant snake that migrated to the quagmire to the west of the tribe not long ago.

Before setting off, some adults had found out that the giant snake was only two to three feet long. Although it was a monster, the people of their tribe could still handle it.Unexpectedly, when everyone went up this time, the giant snake turned out to be about ten feet tall, and its waist was thicker than two adults combined. When its tail came down, the ground would shake.

The adults who went with the boy died or were injured, and in the end, only the boy who was not allowed by the adults remained.

The giant snake that had killed everyone raised its head, and its venomous saliva dripped from its black hole-like mouth to the ground, burning to the point that no bones remained of the dead adults.

The giant snake's two slit-like pupils stared at the boy, and the boy took a step back in fright.

To, to die!

The boy thought in his heart, but his feet were too soft to move back.

At this critical moment of life and death, several rays of magic light suddenly fell from the midair.

The raging fire spread across the entire quagmire, and the figure of the giant snake writhing in the fire was like a dancing god and demon. The boy sat down on the hot ground and made a plop.

A group of people looked down in mid-air, surprised and said: "Why, there are still mortals alive?"

Hearing the voice, the boy raised his head and saw the Taoist in mid-air.The two looked at each other for a moment, and the young man came to his senses, changed from sitting to kneeling, and kowtowed several times to the Taoist.

"Shangxian! Please accept me as a disciple!"

So, the boy was taken away and became a monk in this way.

Instead of being besieged by gangsters in an alley, a mortal talisman was accidentally activated, scaring the gangsters and myself.

...wait, what's an alley?What is a gangster?

A flash of spiritual light flashed, and Ying Bo came out of this dream in horror.

But he couldn't cover his ears, and he couldn't cut off the six consciousnesses possessed by divine thoughts.

Thousands of people's thoughts are thousands of creatures who say it with their mouths and think of the moon in their hearts. Their voices are transmitted to the cold jade ball. As long as Ying Bo hears a sentence, he will be drawn into a dream... into the life of that creature. .

Drilled out of one dream, and then pulled into another dream, as an ordinary human race, a monk, a demon race... or dragon or phoenix, or great power, or just opened up a little wisdom, ignorantly absorbing the moon Hua's little flowers and grasses, the things they remember the most and think about the most when they spend their time looking at the moon in their dreams.But in the dream of Qianqiu, Ying Bo was in a daze, accidentally struggled out, and was pulled in again, sinking into it, how much more than a thousand years passed in a moment?

If you are a pure-hearted person, it is not easy to be attracted by the emotions and desires in the dream.Although Ying Bo's will is strong, he also thinks too much, so how can he not be affected.

The dream sea of ​​all living beings is enough to wash away everything about people.

In the end, Ying Bo's will only made him remember to struggle out, but it couldn't remind him why he struggled.

This time, I fell into a new dream again.

Ying Bo broke away from the possessed person with ease, his eyes were blank, and he explored the memories of his life in countless dreams.

who I am?Why am I here?What am I going to do later?

The three philosophical questions of Socrates are long-lasting, even if Ying Bo has forgotten what Socrates is, every time he breaks out of the dream, he still asks himself these three questions.

Like a ghost, he was about to leave this dream when he suddenly felt his chest burn.

Why do you get hot?

Ying Park thought again.

No matter why he got hot, Ying Bo doesn't have the impression of being hot at all in his current memory.This experience is very novel, and may be the key to him finding himself.

Ying Bo didn't leave the dream immediately, but planned to wander around to see what the hot chest had to do with the dream.

Before he turned far, he saw the person he possessed just now.

a small child.

"This……"

Ying Bo subconsciously stopped leaving, but he didn't know why he stopped leaving.

It was midnight in the dream, the moon was hanging high, and in the strange and roofless hall, a child was huddled in the shadows that the moonlight could not reach.

His nose was flushed, his eye sockets were filled with tears, and he sobbed from time to time, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, looking pitiful.

Existing with divine sense, Yingbo, who has no legs, floats in front of the child like a ghost, but the child cannot see him.

But Ying Bo was in a daze, talking to himself.

"Have you seen it before? Familiar, familiar... Who is it? Who am I... Who are you?"

After who are you, wait for a name that you can blurt out even though you don't know who it is.

Ying Bo called blankly.

"... Cang... Cang Cangzi?"