Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 487 Meaning

This place seems to be the depth of his soul, and it is also like the spiritual world, but it is a little less pure and a little less bizarre.

Luo Qing was calm for a long time, as if if he didn't move, the darkness would never move.

As time goes by, the darkness finally has its waves.

The dead lake seemed to appear in front of me again, but this time it was different from before. The lake was alive.

In the dark lake, blue fish were swimming by, and some waves were spreading. Everything around them began to have color, and it was no longer endless darkness.

The wooden house reappeared, but it was no longer a rotten wood. Other shore flowers and ghost grass grew on the wood, dotting the wooden house regularly, making it look very beautiful.

"sit down."

A very soft voice sounded, and Luo Qing turned his head. A young man wearing a black and gold robe with an aloof temperament had already sat on the wood at the edge of the wooden house.

His face was a little unclear, but his identity was obvious.

Luo Qing sat on the ground and looked at the lake with calm eyes. In the lake, there were more and more blue and light fish, gradually filling the black lake water.

They are circling, looking a bit crowded and at the same time giving people a strong visual impact.

Neither of them spoke first. Luo Qing had already activated the refreshable first-level good luck authority, and the random reward of absolute good luck was temporarily untouched because he did not sense any danger.

It's just that you still need to be vigilant.

"Do you know where this place is?"

The person next to him spoke softly, and his tone was very free and casual, as if he didn't care about anything, and it was also like a casual chat between friends.

"I don't know." Luo Qing responded, his thoughts a little complicated.

"Dead Pond." He said softly: "The dead creatures will be summoned by the undead, and the undead war horses will shuttle between the dead and reality, bringing them here and transforming into souls in the dead pool, waiting for the beginning of rebirth. .”

Luo Qing paused and fell silent. This was the life given to the dead by the King of the Dead. This move was great, but it conflicted with the development of the world.

The world is born from yin and yang, and yin and yang gives birth to all things. After the death of all things, the soul returns to heaven and earth. This is a cycle and the foundation of the world.

And he cut off part of the cycle and gave life to the dead. Death is no longer everything.

This seems to be the core.

After the death of the undead world, the dead have no place to return, and the dead pool is completely dead. The dead can only be the dead from now on.

"This is the island I used to live on, and it eventually became the core of the undead world. In fact, the dead are sometimes very cute. They all have a strong pursuit of life, and they will eventually merge into the dead pool and become a member of the undead. .”

The King of the Undead gently raised his hand, and densely packed fish slowly emerged from the water. Their shapes were changing, gradually revealing various styles.

There are humans, cat people, and other races.

They all have a unified characteristic, they all live on the blue star, rather than the respective roots or the planes opened by the king.

These souls looked at the two of them with grateful eyes, the innocence and emotion in them were extremely real and intense.

Luo Qing didn't speak, he just looked at it. He didn't know what the meaning of the King of the Dead was, should he approve it? Or do you want him to sympathize with the dead?

But this means nothing in Luo Qing's eyes.

"Have you met Adela? She was also transformed from a fish here. She is the first fish."

The casualness in the King of the Undead's tone disappeared, revealing a hint of warmth.

"She came here with a strong desire to survive, but she chose to forget everything before. At that time, I could hear her prayer, which was very pious and made me find some fun? Or maybe it was meaning?" As Wang spoke, he tapped his fingertips lightly on the wooden ground, and the souls floating in the sky turned into blue fish again, swimming in the lake.

A special pattern flows here, like the alternation of life and death, or the boundary between life and death. It is very magical and shocking.

The King of the Undead turned his head slightly and looked at Luo Qing.

Luo Qing still couldn't see his face clearly, but those calm eyes were very familiar.

The Destruction Weapon has these eyes, Curse Lan also has these eyes, and he also has these eyes when he is in a strong crisis.

It's just that his eyes are different from theirs. The silence in these eyes is deeper. Just like what is recorded in the Encyclopedia of the Dead, he seems to have no nostalgia for this world.

Like an existence outside the world, calmly watching everything in front of him.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The King of the Undead asked softly, his face becoming clearer and gradually turning into a look that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Luo Qing.

Exactly what he is.

There was no emotion in Luo Qing's eyes, and he asked calmly: "Do you want my body?"

The King of the Undead turned his head, did not look at him again, and replied silently: "It makes no sense."

Luo Qing was silent and did not make any comments. If it was meaningless, then if he appeared here, he would not enter this space of consciousness again, nor would he meet him.

"There is no need to be afraid of me. If you die, you will die. Why do you have the idea of ​​resurrection? I did create the Dead Pond, but I will not pursue the Dead Pond."

The King of the Undead said, standing up, his black and gold robes glowing with some divine light, but without any power.

He strolled to the surface of the lake, and the soul fish inside held him on the water surface and prevented him from sinking to the bottom.

He seemed to enjoy this feeling, pacing unhurriedly: "For me, there is no difference between living and dead. I once pursued the meaning of my existence, but then I gave up. Do you know the reason? ?”

Luo Qing shook his head gently: "I don't know."

The fish at the feet of the King of the Undead gathered around him, and the scene became more and more dreamlike: "Then do you know the meaning of your existence?"

Luo Qing thought for a while and said calmly: "There is no need for meaning. As long as there are thoughts, then there are desires. If there are desires, it is enough to satisfy the desires."

The King of the Undead nodded: "Yes, but when the time is extended to ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, one million years, you will find that your desires are disappearing. There can be many reasons for you to live, but there will be no meaning, so I gave up the pursuit.”

"Later, I fell in love with them." The King of the Undead pointed at his feet: "Because they gave me the meaning of life, even though they don't know why they pursue [life]."

"So, your appearance this time is to discuss the meaning of life with me?" Luo Qing shook his head gently: "I don't have time to think about philosophy."

The King of the Undead was silent for a while and said calmly: "I like them, and I hope you like them too."

Luo Qing paused and asked, "Have you seen Tu Qiong Dagger?"

He looked into the eyes of the King of the Dead and said very calmly: "Anything I like, I will like it because I like it myself, and I will not like it because of other people's thoughts."

The King of the Dead looked into Luo Qing's eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.

(End of this chapter)