Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 225 One Thought One Golden Lamp
The lighting is dim, too illusory.

All of a sudden, there was no living being in this illusory realm, only Miaoyoujing was still blazing brightly, driving the sun and the moon to rotate, and the Taoists in Miaoyoujing, as well as the true biography of the immortal sect, were still alive. reason.

At this time, Mi Luo suddenly differentiated into scholars holding paintbrushes, picked up the scrolls, came under the golden lamps, and gently painted against the lights.

"Brother, what is this?"

Yang Zhen came to Mi Luo's side, looked at his movements a little strangely, and listened to his explanation: "Just record it for them."

As he said that, Mi Luo pointed to the golden lamp in front of him and said, "The owner of this lamp also passed the exam and wanted to have a career. It's a pity that after the treacherous officials came to power, they didn't make any achievements, but they were demoted again and again. demoted, and finally returned to the field..."

"But Minggong Xiacun?"

Lin Daoren staying in Miaoyoujing heard Mi Luo's explanation and couldn't help asking.

Mi Luo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that this is a respectful title for the lamp owner.

Because the owner of the lamp didn't know this title, or didn't approve of it, and Miro didn't know about Minggong Xiacun in detail, so he checked for a while before nodding.

"Xiacun Minggong is also considered a celebrity in the south of the Yangtze River. He was framed as an official in his early years. When he returned to the village, he already had two sons and a daughter. Later, he gave birth to another son and a daughter. The family is also prosperous. It's a pity. , in order to help defend against foreign enemies, his sons, daughters, grandsons and grandchildren all died, and in the end he was left alone, and after knowing the name of the emperor, he often worshiped it."

Speaking of this, Daoren Lin sighed: "Duke Ming at that time was already somewhat obsessed. He sacrificed to the emperor just to make his children and grandchildren live better in the underworld. A lot of incense was burned, but the power of wish was gone. His children and grandsons were not enshrined to the emperor at all, and the emperor probably didn't know that there was such a person who believed in him. But he almost died outside the village several times in order to save people, and finally died in a I don’t know if it was the bandits, or the Dawen officers and soldiers. The name Xiacun Minggong was given when we repaired his grave..."

Seeing that Lin Daoren began to explain what the Duke Ming of the Xia family did, Mi Luo looked at the illusory influence of the thoughts in the lights and continued to paint the painting.

In Mi Luo's eyes, the lights were not just lights, but also the dream of a living being.

"In April, the wheat feet are yellow, and every family's field is noisy; a three-year-old child looks for cattle and grass, and an 80-year-old father-in-law delivers tea..."

Several chubby little boys were frolicking in the courtyard. When they saw Grandpa lying in the shade of a tree, they ran up cautiously and looked at the creek-like wrinkles on his forehead.

"Ah Wen! What's the matter?"

The old man looked at his youngest great-grandson, stretched out his hands as rough as pine bark, and stroked the child's head twice.

The chapped and wrinkled hands made the boy feel very uncomfortable, shaking his head, he jumped and ran away.

But after walking a few steps, she couldn't help but ran to the old man's side, grabbed his wrinkled hand, and wanted him to get up to play with her.

The old man waved his hand, lying on the rocking chair under the shade of a tree, looking at the child cheerfully, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Did he forget something?
And at this time, Mi Luo just finished describing the scene of children playing and the old man enjoying the shade, and wrote a short poem with a pen beside him.

From morning to evening plowing and moonrise, harvesting in autumn and planting in spring to accumulate warehouses for years.Young children play and make trouble in the court, and dreams come true in the chair.

Get up in the morning and farm until the moon comes out, so that you can harvest the grain in the warehouse in autumn, and the children have extra time to play in the courtyard in front of you. If there is such a life, then the centenarian on the chair is incomplete. The dream has also been fulfilled.

Miro placed the painting on top of the golden lamp and watched as the lamp ignited the painting.

He told the old man the truth in a very cryptic way, and at the same time this was also a blessing given by Miro.

The old man in the illusion of the lamp, thoughtful, suddenly couldn't help getting up, looked at his granddaughter who came to visit, and couldn't help asking: "Ani, did you hate me back then? Hate me for letting you study wisely? "

The old man's inexplicable question made his granddaughter a little surprised, but she felt as if she had heard it before.

It was in the middle of a certain night, the much younger old man asked himself if he was resentful, and said that if he didn't want to, he would try his best to save her, and he would help her get her back.

How did she answer back then.

"Grandfather, in this world, instead of not knowing when someone will catch you, it's better to let me exchange some food. At least you and the villagers can survive this period of time. I don't hate you. If you want to hate, you can only hate this world. ..."

After finishing speaking, the woman suddenly smiled again: "Grandpa, I'm actually very grateful to you for letting me study, really..."

"Is that so..." The old man suddenly laughed, smiling, tears streaming down his face.

"You don't hate me! Don't you hate me?"

Along with this, the old man's laughter stopped, and on the original smooth surface of the golden lamp, the painting that Mi Luo had drawn before also emerged.

Similarly, some illusory golden lamps suspended beside the golden lamp also solidified a little bit, showing similar lines on the surface, and what these golden lamps have in common is that there is a phantom of an old man on them.

The brilliance of these golden lamps was connected together, and the originally weak lights suddenly became a little warmer.

Daoist Yangzhen, who had been communicating with Daoren Lin, couldn't help but stepped forward, looked at the golden lamps, frowned, came to Mi Luo, lowered his voice, and asked, "Junior brother, did you intervene?"

Mi Luo glanced at Yang Zhen, a little surprised.

Afterwards, Mi Luo heard his senior brother's voice transmission: "You know my companion treasure.When I was on this side, I could see and hear some scenes and things in the golden lamp.Just now, I can feel that the woman actually has resentment, and the composition of that resentment is very complicated, including some hatred for the old man, which is a little different from the situation when she spoke at the end.So, have you meddled...'

Hearing this, Mi Luo immediately understood the meaning of nourishing the truth, shook his head and responded: "The phantom in the golden lamp is derived from their dreams. One thought and one lamp are independent. On the one hand, the painting is to bless them. To be able to let go of them as soon as possible, on the other hand, I also hope to remember them. After all, this is the first time I have received such a huge feedback, and I am inevitably a little excited. I hope to remember them all, so I will not interfere with their choices. As for what you said The problem……"

Mi Luo thought for a while, then pulled Yang Zhen to the golden lamps just now, pointed to the golden lamps corresponding to the old man's son, daughter and grandchildren and said: "Brother, feel the emotions of these golden lamps again."

"Huh? Huh! Eh..."

Yang Zhen frowned first, then widened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Mirao, how could their emotions change so much? They obviously had resentment in their hearts, but they all chose to let it go in the end. Logically, they are in a illusory realm. After the tragic death, they should all have hatred in their hearts."

"I don't know about this either. Maybe this Duke Ming's education was very successful. When his children were alive, they chose to stand up for the morality in their hearts. After a tragic death, they can also be restrained by their thoughts and sacrifices to stay in the world. During the period of time, he chose to let go? In fact, his granddaughter who chose to sell herself to the landlord in exchange for food, when she finally said that, it was because she really let go, or she just felt sorry for her grandfather and didn’t want him to continue to torture herself. I couldn't tell, and I didn't try to tell."

Speaking of this, Mi Luo couldn't help shaking his head: "His family is miserable, everyone is miserable, and the last dead are let go one by one. On the contrary, the old man, the last living, began to doubt his life's persistence. Now, I only hope that they I can have a good dream."

As Mi Luo said, he sent the golden lantern corresponding to this family to the corresponding area.

That is a creature that has let go and enjoyed the dream.

Above those golden lanterns, Dongming Mansion and Qingxu Mansion change up and down, driving the phantoms in the dream to speed up, allowing them to spend their entire lives in it quickly, and then enter new dreams, constantly relieving the tension in their minds. pain.

But in front of him is the part that has regrets, speeds up the dream, may fall into paranoia, and needs help.

In this way, Mi Luo paints under the golden lamp, letting the creatures inside the golden lamp feel relieved, and then goes to another golden lamp to start a new round.

The days passed like this day by day, during which Mi Luo also asked Yang Zhen and the others if they should write back to Xia Dadi first.

Tian Guang and other true disciples directly refused: "It is also a rare experience to be able to witness a supernatural power derived from the highest merit. Besides, opening the channel at this moment will inevitably disturb them. We have come here for more than two years, and we will not It's a year and a half away."

As they said that, these people even helped to rearrange the principles of Taoism and Illusory Realm, making it more harmonious with the atmosphere of Hanxia's land veins.

In the later stage, the breath of Hanxia's land has completely contained all the principles and principles of this illusory realm.

The reason why the two have not yet merged is because of the triple [Wonderland in the Painting] constructed by Mi Luo's three scrolls.

But the Hanxia Landline didn't urge it, but silently watched the next changes in this illusory realm, and saw more and more golden lanterns hanging in the Miluo Miaoyou territory.

At this time, You Gu, Lin Daoren, and Shi Taoist and other monks from the Southern Daoist League also realized something. They were silent for a long time, looking at the golden lamps in the sky one after another, and finally they all chose relieved.

They began to make their final preparations.

One day, You Gu found Mi Luo and said: "In the future, these children will entrust the Emperor."

After finishing speaking, You Gu returned to Mi Luo the [Wind Dispelling Boy], [Mist Cloth Boy], [Banner Holding Boy], [Picking Up Fragrance Boy], etc. that she had obtained from Mi Luo back then.

Under the support of many infant spirits, she herself turned into a golden lamp and merged into the area of ​​letting go.

As the golden lantern corresponding to Yougu rises, many golden lanterns in Miaoyou also rise into the sky, and where their lights meet, some small golden lanterns carved with images of children emerge, surrounding the place corresponding to Yougu. Beside the golden lamp.

At the same time, under the guidance of their lights, some of the golden lamps that have not yet let go slowly rose.

Afterwards, Daoren Lin also brought several of his disciples to look for Mi Luo: "I originally thought about practicing for a while, so that I can enter the Tao in the future, but these days, I watched the emperor and others deal with the world and perceive the changes in the world. , I roughly understand that after I enter Hanxia, ​​I will not retain much memory. Instead of continuing to wait, I might as well help you and speed up the progress, and I hope that I will have a better image in your memory."

After finishing speaking, Lin Daoren, his master and his disciples also turned into golden lamps and rose up. Their brilliance illuminated some creatures who were still doubting themselves, leading them, leading them to let go, and walk towards their dreams.

In the end, Daoist Shi and several old monks also came to bid farewell to Mi Luo.

One of the old Taoists asked Mi Luo a question at the last moment: "Dijun, will you always remember us?"

"I can't give you an absolute guarantee. I can only tell you that unless my Dao heart is shifted, this place is too illusory. You and all living beings will be one with this thousand golden lamps. Even if I really forget someone, When I see the lines on it, I will also think about it. This is one of the reasons why I paint for you, the merits and virtues will not change, the lines will not change, and I will not forget."

Mi Luo's answer made several old monks smile at each other and said, "Is that so?"

As for the old monk who just started asking questions, he was even more delighted, he laughed and said: "Someone once discussed with me, saying that I and other monks died three times, the first death was physical death, and the second death was the disappearance of relevant records , the third death is that all karmic commitments are gone. If you can remember us, we can be regarded as a different kind of eternal existence, which is not bad."

After finishing speaking, the old monk turned into a golden lamp and raised it up. The people who were traveling with him criticized him one after another when they saw this, but they followed the lamp without any delay, shining in the sky.

The last remaining Daoist Shi kowtowed to Mi Luo to thank him: "Thank you for allowing me to live to the end, and thank you for allowing me to wait for the chance to reincarnate. But in the end, I still want to ask for one thing extravagantly. Please don't forget us, don't forget we wait for the world, I hope that after billions of years, you still remember that there is such a world, and there is such a party of people."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Shi dispersed, only the golden lantern rose into the sky.

So far, in Miaoyou territory, there are only golden lanterns hanging in the sky, illuminating the entire illusory realm.

Mi Luo looked at the lights all over the sky, urging the sun and moon in Dongming Mansion and Qingxu Mansion to rotate, constantly speeding up the time in the dream.

All living beings are born, aged, sick and died in dreams. After experiencing a complete and happy life, they let go of the last bit of unwillingness in their hearts, completely return to the illusory realm, and integrate into the great cycle of Hanxia's land veins. In the golden lamp corresponding to him, Mira The memory, lit the golden lamp again.

One, two, three...

One thought, two thoughts, three thoughts...

When a light changes, a thought dissipates; when a thought returns, the light turns on again...

ps: The nursery rhyme "In April, wheat feet yellow..." comes from the Internet. "From morning to evening, farming and moonrise" comes from Wang Anshi's "He Shengyu Farm Tools Poems [-] and Three Farming Cows" written by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. I didn't find the source, if there are book friends who know the source, please give me some pointers.

　Sorry, although I already wrote [-] before ten o'clock, but I always felt that it was not suitable to stop there and continued to write. As a result, I wrote and wrote until almost eleven o'clock.

　　
　
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