How many times had this world been reincarnated?
How many times had this universe been rebooted?
What was the status of each person in different reincarnations and different rebootions?
What was the status of each soul in different worlds and different life-and-death situations?
Before the enlightenment of his previous life, Wang Baole didn't understand any of this. He didn't even have such questions in his cognition. But after the enlightenment of his previous life, he began to ponder these questions.
He wanted to know the answer. He didn't want to exist. He wanted to exist.
He wanted to know the truth. He didn't want to be a building block in different universes, appearing in different places time and time again. He wanted to live and understand.
He knew a lot about the enlightenment of his previous ten lives, but what followed was a deep doubt. But all of these doubts … were no longer important. Because as his soul sank into the Book of Destiny behind Heavenly Dharma Celestial Being, page by page, Wang Baole's previous life appeared before his eyes. But … as his consciousness dissipated, he gradually forgot himself, slowly forgot everything, and became pure until he heard Heavenly Dharma Celestial Being's voice.
"79 …"
… …
"Who am I … Where am I …" In the pitch-black void, I heard a voice murmuring in my ear.
It seemed to come from a very far place, but it also seemed to be echoing around me. I didn't know where the voice came from, nor did I know why the voice asked these two questions.
This voice reverberated endlessly, as if it would last forever, but I didn't hear any response. It was as if no one cared about this voice, and I didn't know what to say either. Gradually, this voice seemed to be the only thing that existed in this pitch-black void.
Time also passed without any trace in this void.
Maybe it was because of this voice, but I also began to think. Who … am I? Where … am I?
I thought for a long time, but there was no answer. The more I thought, the more confused I became. Then, for a moment, I spoke.
"Who am I … Where am I …"
This voice was very familiar. After I spoke, I waited for a while and heard an echo.
Then I understood. It turned out that the first voice I heard was my own, and I … seemed to have repeated this sentence for countless years.
This discovery made my emotions fluctuate. I didn't know what to call this fluctuation, so I continued to think. After a long time, I remembered a word.
Happiness!
Yes, this emotion should be called happiness. I was very happy because I discovered the origin of that voice. But how did I know the word 'happiness' …
I was confused, so I continued to think. But this time, before I could come up with an answer, the void that didn't exist in my eyes suddenly … lit up!
This light seemed to come from the outside world, and it illuminated the entire void. It didn't disappear, and the entire void changed, it changed. I saw a finger. It rapidly condensed it became a hand.
The hand seemed to be grabbing me. Then, I saw an arm, a body, and finally a person appeared before my eyes. It was a young man. His eyes were closed, and he didn't open them.
I was very surprised, because this young man felt familiar, but also unfamiliar. But before I could continue to think, after the first person appeared in this void, ripples spread out in all directions.
As the ripples spread out, I saw a table. I saw other tables and chairs appear one after another in the surroundings. Then, a teahouse appeared before me. Then, the ripples spread out again, and other buildings appeared outside the teahouse. Rivers, trees, and soon, a small town seemed to have been drawn out.
Then … the ripples spread out in a large area. I saw the land, the sky, and other cities in the distance. I saw a star that turned from blurry to real.
But that wasn't the end. I saw the starry sky outside this star. As the ripples spread out, other stars appeared. There were many, many, and as they appeared, a universe, a world, appeared before me.
Then, life appeared.
All living things, all living things, all living things, all appeared at the places where they were needed. It was as if they had never existed before. There were men and women, old and young. Different species, different auras, but they remained still and didn't move.
As for the young man who was holding me, he lay on the table. He also didn't move, but he held me tightly. It was as if he wouldn't let go even if his life came to an end.
But I didn't like him very much.
Just as I was thinking about why I didn't like him, the entire world suddenly seemed to be infused with life and vitality. In an instant … all living things began to move.
The wind appeared, the sun was gentle, the leaves swayed, the river flowed, and singing and laughter, crying and roaring could be heard in every corner of the world.
The inside of the teahouse suddenly became lively. At this moment, the young man who was holding me tightly shuddered, opened his eyes, and raised his head.
The moment he raised his head, I saw his eyes.
I saw my own reflection reflected in his eyes.
It was a black wooden plank that he was holding tightly in his hand. Then … I was lifted up and slammed against the table. There was a clear and crisp sound.
With that sound, the world before my eyes began to continue. I saw the life of Sun De. He became the most popular storyteller in the county. He married the daughter of a rich family and inherited the inheritance. He had enough to eat and wear. He and his wife were in love for a lifetime. At the age of eighty-nine, he passed away with a smile on his face.
As for me, because the descendants couldn't pry open Sun De's fingers, I was buried together with him.
Although I didn't like him, I had to admit that watching his life was quite interesting. As for being buried together with him, it wasn't a big deal. After he died, everything in this world disappeared and returned to darkness. My consciousness also sank into darkness.
Then, I heard a voice.
"Seventy-eight."
The appearance of this voice was like a vortex that pulled me into … a void without light. I couldn't remember who I was. I couldn't remember anything. I was thinking about a question.
"Who am I … Where am I …"
My voice echoed. After I thought for a long time, light appeared in the void. The world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was a finger. It slowly extended and formed a young man. He was sprawled on the table, holding me tightly in his hand.
His name was Sun De. I found him familiar, but also unfamiliar. His life was quite good. He became a storyteller. Although he didn't marry the daughter of a rich family in a small town, he returned to the capital and obtained scholarly honors. Although he went to prison in his later years, overall, it was a very interesting life. As for me … I was always held in his hand.
Unfortunately, after he died, the world disappeared. I heard a voice.
"Seventy-seven."
This voice pulled me back to the void. I, who had forgotten everything, saw light, saw the world, and saw Sun De.
"Seventy-six."
… …
"Thirty-one."
… …
"Fourteen."
… …
"Three."
After experiencing it again and again, I forgot it again and again. From the moment I realized that something was wrong, until I wasn't surprised anymore, because I understood that I was going through a life. After this life, I would forget this life, and also forget the special memories of the past and the future …
Strange, why did I have this feeling? Why did I know that I was remembering?
It didn't matter if I didn't understand. As long as there was a story to read, it was fine. Although this story would definitely be about Sun De's different lives.
But I was very curious. When we first met, would there be different scenes?
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