Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Lin Ling's words made Li Duojin freeze in place. He looked into Lin Ling's eyes that had never wavered in the face of anything and saw himself, Li Duojin, whose face was frozen with shock.

"I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty... Well, what a big ambition." Lin Ling opened his arms, stretched out, and walked up the stairs step by step, "People have desires, and Buddhas have great ambitions." My love... When all the pain and sorrow are hell, it will be impossible to be empty.

The great person in your heart will not become a Buddha. Failure to become a Buddha is his fate. "

Li Duojin fell silent and asked bitterly for a long time: "Then where is he now?"

"It is his fate not to become a Buddha, so he can be everything." Lin Ling said with a smile, "He can be you, her, the grass and trees, the earth, the clouds and smoke of the past, or... a supernatural god, it's just , but it won’t be me.”

Li Duojin's face was uncertain, his eyes were moving, scanning everyone in front of him, he was thinking constantly, and he was locking an answer in his heart.

Following Lin Ling's hints, no, it should be said that he explicitly thought about it, and an answer emerged in his mind.

"Is he... the alien god now?" Li Duojin thought of a great existence, the one who unified all things beyond time and space, who was above all things and the gatekeeper of the ultimate abyss outside the multidimensional universe.

Lin Ling looked at him with a smile on his face. Although he did not give a clear answer, Li Duojin was convinced of the truth. His whole person's faith seemed to have collapsed and his steps were shaky. He seemed unable to stand in this time and space and was teetering.

Meow.

The black cat barked softly at Lin Ling, and rubbed lightly on Lin Ling's ankle a few times. There was a trace of human sadness in the golden eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Wei Jiang stepped forward and patted Li Duojin's shoulder gently, giving him a look of relief.
The reactions of Black Cat and Wei Jiang made Li Duojin's heart skip a beat. Then he said with a bitter look on his face: "So you already knew this."

He looked at Lin Ling with a complicated expression, "Can he ask you another question?"

Lin Ling nodded, "Just ask."

"Since you are not the Venerable, why is the past you mentioned so similar to the Venerable?" Li Duojin sighed secretly.

In response, Lin Ling's lips parted slightly, and her strong white teeth made people involuntarily nervous, "Because I was once his shadow..."

Rumble!
The sound of thunder woke up the sleeping man. When he opened his eyes, he saw several white lights flashing across his eyes. Lightning struck down very close to him and pierced the rolling black sea.

The man shook his head, trying to get rid of the pain, dizziness, heaviness and sluggishness caused by the hangover in his head, but his brain was like an hourglass that was out of balance at any time, just changing the uncomfortable feeling from the left brain to the right brain, back and forth. It makes the senses more confused and more uncomfortable.

He pulled back the quilt and stood up. The vodka bottle was rolling around on the unbalanced ground, making an irritating and uncomfortable noise. He had to lower his head, fish it out casually, pick up the bottle, and stuff it into the crowded shopping mall. In the cabinet filled with bottles and jars, most of them are wine bottles, and there are also a few medicine bottles that have been filled with injection fluids.

The man took off his undershirt, which was full of alcohol and sweat, and threw it on the hanger. Then he took off the raincoat on the hanger, put it on and walked out of the room, onto the bumpy deck.

The storm at sea washed away the fishing boat. The sea water and rain did not wash away everything, but instead aggravated the original fishy smell.

Wrinkling his nose and spitting, the man walked to the control room of the fishing boat with frivolous steps.

"Hey, you're finally awake, Drake." The man at the helm was a middle-aged man who looked a little short but had extremely thick arms. When he saw Drake coming in from outside, he smiled and said hello. , "Are you still drunk? There are sobering pills on the table. If you can't stand it, just take two pills."

Derek suddenly laughed: "Thank you, Lao Peng, but that's not necessary. I quite enjoy this uncomfortable feeling."

"If it were anyone else, he would not believe what you said, but I would believe it if it were you." Captain Peng Sanxi looked at the rough waves outside the window, but there was no trace of panic on his face. He was still talking and laughing freely. He looked strangely He glanced at the other person and said, "Everyone avoids suffering, but you don't."

Derek chuckled softly. While talking to others, his mind gradually became more active, and the discomfort in his body slowly left. He looked at the sky outside the window, as if there was a storm that could swallow the ship at any time, and he was also unafraid. , murmured: "Have you ever felt that this world is unreal for a moment?"

Peng Sanxi thought that what Drake was talking about was that the scenery of the storm on the sea was too shocking and terrifying, and it was not like the weather performance that this world should have, so he smiled lightly and said: "I have been sailing for more than 20 years, and a sea storm of this level has never happened." I have not experienced it more than twenty times, but I have experienced it more than a dozen times. I have also seen something even more terrifying. The scene was as if some terrible demon was about to destroy the world. I escaped death several times, but I didn’t care about life and death. Something feels unreal or scary.”

Drake knew he was not on the same page as the other person and just smiled.

Peng Sanxi seemed to have started chatting, maybe because Drake was the only person he could chat with calmly on the ship, "However, the experience of one voyage made me still..."

Peng Sanxi's facial features seemed to be wrinkled together, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, his face was twitching, and his tangled expression seemed to be recalling that unbearable past, and he seemed to be thinking about how to describe that past. , and finally spit out two words.

"Unintelligible."

Derek moved a chair and sat down at the door. He pressed his arms on the back of the chair and listened to the other person's story.

"How should I describe that day?" Peng Sanxi looked at the bow of the ship riding the wind and waves, and his mind was lost in memories. His body seemed to echo the memory of himself that day again, and he felt that the strong wind on the sea was slowly becoming strange and menacing.

Peng Sanxi's family is not rich, but it can be considered well-off. His ancestors have relied on the sea for generations, so navigation and fishing are the "crafts" passed down by their family.

With the development of the times, simple sailing and fishing have gradually failed to keep up with the trend of the times. More and more new industries have entered the public eye, and inheriting the ancestral industry has become no longer important, not to mention that the "ancestral industry" is actually not new. If his family doesn't do it, there will always be someone who does it. His parents don't require him to inherit this business. They give him the opportunity to go to sea occasionally, just to satisfy the child's curiosity and learn a little bit. , which can be considered as leaving some escape route for yourself.

In fact, Peng Sanxi did not intend to be a sailor at first. His childhood dream was actually to become a painter.

When Drake heard this, he did not show any expression of ridicule or questioning. No matter how tall and thick the Peng Sanxi in front of him was, with a fleshy face, which was completely opposite to people's stereotype of a thin painter, he believed what Peng Sanxi said. of.

On the contrary, Peng Sanxi blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

Painters and fishermen sound really far apart, but Peng Sanxi said that he has actually been fond of painting since he was a child, and his talent in painting is quite outstanding. He has never participated in any training or received any famous teacher. With the guidance of his parents, he was always able to draw paintings that amazed the school's art teacher.

In the old house of Peng Sanxi's family, there may still be trophies and certificates from his childhood painting competitions.

Speaking of this, Peng Sanxi didn't show much pride, his face was more of a complex emotion that was difficult for people to resonate with. It seemed that in that childhood experience, in addition to the joy of talents shining through, There was also hidden pain and fear that perhaps only he himself could understand.

Peng Sanxi said that he had often had the same dream since he was a child, dreaming of a colorful world. The colorful colors sounded beautiful and strange, but he only felt deep fear from those colors.He felt that those colors were alive, but ordinary people couldn't understand them. They would make sounds of unknown meaning, some of which were like the sound of wind and waves hitting the hull of a ship at sea.

There was obviously no human language coming out, but Peng Sanxi could hear the colorful colors calling him, asking him to go to them.

Over there is the place where those beings live. It is full of incredible and breathtaking scenery. It is a high level of civilization that humans cannot reach in thousands of years. Those beings have abandoned their bodies and broken free from the shackles of flesh and blood creatures. They have arrived at the palace of eternal life, but they have also relatively lost the ability to reproduce the race. In order to expand their race, they often recruit people from other races like him who have some special talents that he cannot know. As long as he Agree and he will become one of them.

He told the people around him about this dream, but both adults and friends thought it was a dream of his.

He thought so at first, after all, it was too bizarre, but as time went by, he found that he was more and more impressed by such dreams, down to every detail of the scenery and sounds in the dream. With the memory still fresh, he was shaken from the idea that it was just a dream.

He tried to convince the people around him, but his parents were very busy at work and he couldn't talk to them.

Friends around him also shake their heads and walk away every time he talks about those things because of his frequent "nonsense". It's normal to think about it. When a person, even your friend, is always beside you, you will be embarrassed. No matter how patient you are, you will get tired of idiots talking about something.

Moreover, while those dreams were becoming more and more profound to him, they were also slowly wearing away his spirit. This led to his mental decadence, often wandering off, sometimes involuntarily chanting strange syllables, and even seeing them in reality. phantom.

He had some mental problems, which made him look like a little lunatic at the time. He thought this was another reason why his friends were afraid of alienating him.

However, he was not alone at that time. There was still someone who was willing to believe in him, and that was Qin Qing, the teacher who taught him painting.

She is a beautiful, dignified, and outstanding female teacher, and the only painting teacher in their school. She is gentle, mature, and considerate. She is the admiration of most men in their school, and he is no exception.

Peng Sanxi thinks that he is relatively lucky. He is a student in the painting class she leads, and because of his outstanding ability, he has become her favorite student.

Teacher Qin took him to participate in various painting competitions and won many awards. He can be said to be the male closest to Teacher Qin Qing.

During that time when he was harassed by strange dreams, without Teacher Qin's meticulous company and care, I am afraid it would be difficult for him to survive that period of suffering.

Teacher Qin saw her student haggard day by day, and she could only watch helplessly, unable to share a little bit of his pain, and was helpless, and she was also very anxious.

Qin Qing thought that he had the same illness as other geniuses in the world, like a genius disease.

As the saying goes, genius is on the left and lunatic is on the right. The difference between genius and lunatic is just a thought. Some geniuses are indeed able to see the things imagined in their heads because of their naturally superior imagination.

Therefore, Teacher Qin Qing gave Peng Sanxi a bad idea at the time.

She asked him to try to draw all the things he saw in his dream, and follow the instructions carefully. If those things were real, there would definitely be a wonderful charm under his pen. Although not everyone could understand it, there must be someone there. After seeing his paintings, I began to believe what he said.

And he also needs to vent. Just using dry words is not enough. He should use a more direct way of talking. Painting is the best way for an introvert like him to relieve worries.

Peng Sanxi was immediately moved after hearing this, but it was not that he had not thought about doing so, but he always felt that it should not be drawn, and the beings in the dream told him that they only told them verbally. That's all, but it must not be presented in the form of words, paintings, etc., as that will only bring him unimaginable disaster.

However, this obsessive feeling was like a rubber band that was about to be severed, making it increasingly difficult for him to tighten his will. He really wanted to prove it to the world.

He is not a lunatic. There really are unknown and great beings in this world. Humans are not the only species, but even humans and life races that are hundreds of thousands of times more advanced than humans are just lucky ones in this absurd universe. The dust particles that fell into the cracks were not blown away by the "violent wind" that was rampant in the universe... He wanted to tell everyone all this, but the warnings of life in the dream were as deafening as thunder.

But this is Teacher Qin Qing's suggestion. He has always listened to Teacher Qin's words. After all, Teacher Qin's status in his heart is second only to his parents.

After pondering for a long time, Peng Sanxi finally nodded solemnly and agreed to Teacher Qin's proposal.

But he also kept a careful eye on it and told Teacher Qin that he needed a separate and quiet room, and that he could not come in to watch before he completed all the paintings, let alone disturb him casually.

In Peng Sanxi's understanding at that time, he felt that the lovely and respectable Teacher Qin was not a person who broke his promise casually.

When Teacher Qin heard that Peng Sanxi actually agreed, her face showed unconcealable ecstasy. She grabbed the young Peng Sanxi's shoulders hard and looked into his eyes with her wide eyes, indicating that she agreed to Peng Sanxi. conditions of.

Facing Teacher Qin's expression and behavior at that time, Peng Sanxi's heart began to beat uneasily. He had never thought that this female teacher had such strong strength. The deep fanaticism hidden under the surprise made him feel deeply. Panicked, he felt intense regret for this moment.

But Teacher Qin seemed to notice the fear on his face. She quickly calmed down her emotions and returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

In the afternoon of the same day, Teacher Qin said that she had obtained the school's approval application, and specially opened up the temporary use of a useless room for painting geniuses like him. That room was in the last office on the third floor of the old school building.

The office was as small and cramped as he had imagined when he arrived. Rather than being an office, it was more like a small dark room used for corporal punishment at that time.

But there are good points. Teacher Qin had already done the cleaning before he came. At least he didn't need to endure the dust in the house while painting. He could concentrate more and perfect the paintings.

The office is small and deep. The only natural lighting is the open door and a frosted window at the end. The office is very simple, with a shaking chandelier above the head. The desk was removed from where the desk was originally placed, leaving only The traces left behind after being placed here for a long time were replaced by the drawing boards, easels and other items he needed for painting. Countless paints, brushes and other equipment were neatly placed beside the wall. The things in the office he Feel free to use it.

Teacher Qin seemed impatient to wait. Maybe there was something urgent. She hurriedly told him a few words, and then left the office, leaving him alone in this office, in this desolate old school building.

Peng Sanxi felt a little uneasy. In order to suppress his uneasy thoughts, he locked the door of the office and prepared to start work. However, after thinking about it, he accidentally placed the only heavy object in the office, a half-length human statue, on top of it. door, before returning to position to draw.

Peng Sanxi concentrated on painting, trying his best to describe everything he saw in his dream. Even if he thought he could only capture one percent or one ten thousandth of the charm, he still tried his best. Paint what you can.

After an unknown amount of time, when he was sweating profusely and painting the third painting, his concentration relaxed slightly, and he finally heard the subtle "bang bang" noise that he subconsciously ignored while he was concentrating on painting. With a chill running down my spine, I looked back towards the place where the sound came from, and found that it was the sound made by the collision between the office door and the human statue on top of the door.

Is it the wind?
no.

Peng Sanxi could clearly see the outline of the figure stuck to the frosted glass of the office door, the skin pressed against the glass, and a pair of bloodshot eyes that stared like bells.