After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

"I'm not angry." Ji Xingmian said.

Everyone is an independent individual, and there has never been a saying that one must do something for another.

Ji Xingmian understood this truth very well, but he didn't quite understand it, "You said he couldn't leave here, why?"

Although the memory has not yet been recovered, Ji Xingmian can vaguely feel that the man's cultivation is not weak. It is not clear how strong it is, but judging from the part that the other party inadvertently showed, it ranks among the people he met in the past. It's definitely not low either.

Such a person would be trapped in a place where he could not get out, it was really unreasonable.

"His helplessness is not the same as ours." The boy hesitated and said, "To be precise, he can leave, but he cannot leave."

Ji Xingmian asked, "Why?"

"Did you see the net he was holding earlier?" the boy asked without answering.

Seeing Ji Xingmian nodded, he continued, "That net is not for fishing, but for stopping some dirty things."

Ji Xingmian: "Dirty things?"

"Yes." The boy nodded, "You already know that this is the place of death. We call it Nether Realm because although it is somewhat different from the real Santuchuan, its functions are actually similar."

The boy was thinking about Ji Xingmian's memory loss, so he directly told him about Santuchuan.

"After death, the soul leaves the body. Whether it is peaceful or unwilling, the soul will be contaminated with some worldly fate. These things must be washed off in the reincarnation pool under the Santu River before officially entering reincarnation."

"But the Santu River has collapsed for a long time." The boy lowered his head slightly, "The net held by the domain master is to replace the role of the past life pool, and it is used to filter the fate of the soul. Empty it and wash it again, and the ones you care about will be screened out, and he will wash it himself."

This is tantamount to artificially replacing the role of the past life pool.

Although the boy didn't say anything, Ji Xingmian could roughly imagine what the world would be like without the intervention of men.

Those who come in will never remember what they have done for themselves, and those who stay behind will never come out again.He is left alone here, doing things that will never be known.

Ji Xingmian's heart was touched, and he couldn't help asking, "Then you haven't tried to go out? You won't be able to come back soon? How do you know what's going on outside?"

"Actually, the domain owner tried to go out, but as soon as he went out, the remaining small area also collapsed. He had no choice but to come back."

"As for things outside..." The boy scratched his head, "In the past, I used to grab two souls with a lot of karma to ask questions, but after Xiao Qiong'er came, the domain master didn't seem to have caught them much."

"No... it seems like it was before Xiao Qiong'er came?" The boy confused himself as he spoke, "I don't remember clearly, it's just about that time."

Ji Xingmian: "Little Qiong'er?"

"Ah, it's Xiao Ma, I heard the domain owner call her that once." The boy raised his hand and took off the mask, his fair face flushed slightly, bowed to Ji Xingmian and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you earlier. , Actually we don’t call it Niutou Mamian, I’m Jingri.”

"Why do you apologize to him? It's obviously my idea."

A voice cut in from the side, Ji Xingmian looked and saw that it was the girl who sent him here earlier, or Xiao Qiong'er.

She didn't know when she came here, she was sitting on a tall tree branch, her legs dangling from the outside, seeing Ji Xingmian raised her eyes to look at her, she turned her head in embarrassment, her exposed neck was a little red cut.

"I'm sorry." The girl jumped down and said awkwardly: "I don't know that you really have amnesia, you believe everything, I thought you..."

She stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and Ji Xingmian asked, "What do you think of me?"

"It's nothing." The girl shook her head, "We're going back, what about you?"

"I'll wait." Ji Xingmian said, "There are some things I want to talk to senior about."

The two boys left without saying anything.Before leaving, the boy bowed to Ji Xingmian.It was far away, and Ji Xingmian could vaguely hear the sound of the two talking over the wind.

"Little Qiong'er, why did you pinch me." The boy said aggrievedly.

The girl sounded fierce, "Who asked you to tell him my name?"

"You didn't say no..." The boy was even more aggrieved, "And it wasn't me who said it first, it was the domain owner who said it."

The girl "hummed" and said a few more words, but she couldn't hear clearly because she was too far away.

Ji Xingmian went back to the pavilion and sat, saving the rabbit in his arms while waiting for others.At sunset, the man's figure appeared far away on the other side.

The net that was almost transparent before he left had completely turned black, and was dragged heavily by the man in his hand.Seeing Ji Xingmian stand up, the man obviously paused for a moment, "You haven't gone back yet?"

"I'm waiting for senior." Ji Xingmian said.

"You don't need to call me senior, you should call me..." The man paused at this point, pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable address, so he changed his tune and said, "Forget it, let's call me what you say."

As the man said, he dragged the net into the pavilion, and lowered his head to remove the stitches while asking, "You've been waiting for me for so long, there must be something wrong."

These words sounded suspicious, but they were in a positive tone.

Ji Xingmian gave a "hmm" and said, "Thanks to Senior for taking care of me these days, I would like to ask Senior if there is anything I can do to help."

"Why do you suddenly ask me this, and I didn't really help you." The man first laughed, and then thought of something, "You know it, let me guess, did that little guy Jingri tell you? of."

Ji Xingmian: "..."

Before he could think of what to say, the man said, "Okay, don't think about explaining, I'm not angry." He sighed, "Why do you write everything on your face, no wonder you will be eaten to death Damn, if..."

I don't know if it's because he's the only one who doesn't have memory, but Ji Xingmian finds that the people around him always like to say half and hide half, or stop abruptly as if they've slipped their mouths.

Once or twice, Ji Xingmian can still pretend not to care, but the number of times is too many, it is really difficult for him to continue to ignore, and it is inevitable that he will be curious.He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of poking the other person's sore spot, because the man's condition really didn't seem to be all right.

The action of undoing the stitches had stopped as early as he was speaking. The man sat there, his ten fingers unconsciously pulling the threads in his hand. It was supposed to be an untwisting action, but inexplicably made those threads more and more complicated. People are dazzled by seeing it, and feel bored, wishing to cut it open at once.

"Would you like to restore your memory?"

For no reason, the man suddenly asked him. Ji Xingmian was stunned for a while before he remembered to answer, "Thinking about it."

"Why?" The man turned his head to look over. He was covered with the warm sunset, covering his whole body softly, but it still couldn't dispel the innate feeling of coldness on his body.

The man asked, "You should be able to feel that those memories are not so good, and may cause differences between you and him, or even a crack that cannot be eliminated. Even so, do you want to pick up those memories?"

"Yes." Ji Xingmian said honestly, "Maybe those memories are not good, even dark and not bright, but they are also my memories."

"It represents my life, it is the proof of my existence, and it is what I have experienced with Wu Zhou. I should bear it with him, instead of letting him bear these pasts alone because he is afraid of facing them."

"Perhaps in my capacity, this sentence is not enough, but I think..." Ji Xingmian paused, and continued: "A person without a past cannot truly embrace the future he wants."

"This is only the first half of the question." The man said, "You haven't answered my second question yet."

If memories divide you, do you still pick them up?

These words lingered in Ji Xingmian's ears for a while, he pursed his lips, and finally nodded slightly, "I will."

"Differences and cracks..." Ji Xingmian asked back: "Don't tell me it doesn't exist if I don't want to wake up?"

"I will always care about what happened to us in the past, and Wu Zhou will always feel guilty about those things because I didn't get my true forgiveness. We can't touch each other without any grudges, and we can't really hug each other. Makes those cracks disappear, only makes them bigger and bigger until there's no way to paint the peace."

"No one will never be angry, but anger can't solve all problems. Even though I don't remember the past now, my essence has not changed. I know how I think and what I will do."

Perhaps because the person involved was not present, Ji Xingmian said these words without hindrance, and finally said: "I will never leave him alone."

"Really." The man tilted his head, seemed to smile, and seemed to be relieved, "At first I thought his luck was very bad, but now it seems that he is not bad."

Ji Xingmian: "Luck?"

"Not everyone can forgive others like you." The man lowered his head and slowly untied the threads wrapped around his fingers.

He seems to be very used to doing such things. The messy and disorderly balls of thread obediently let go under his hands as if they were spiritual, and quickly gathered them back into place.

Ji Xingmian wasn't sure what his words meant, so he could only half-guess and say, "Senior, if there is anything inconvenient to say, I can pass it on to you after I go out."

"Forget it." The man said half-jokingly: "If you spread the word, I'm afraid I will die sooner."

"Okay." The man put away the gathered thread, stood up and walked out, "Don't worry, he will be back soon."