Villager of Destiny

I looked at the two suspected old lunatics and old smokers in front of me, and I was a little dazed for a while.

It's so much alike.

Whether it's old lunatics or old smokers, even if I haven't seen them for so long, I will never forget their appearance.

One of them gave me life when I was a baby.

One that got me to where I am now.

I originally thought they were one person.

But now, it seems not.

only……

Who are this statue and these people from the Rebirth Bell?

At this time, they seemed to be two people arguing about right and wrong.

Every single word they said caused the atmosphere of returning to the ruins around them to shake.

After the figure of the suspected old smoker finished speaking, the statue of the suspected old lunatic spoke again after a moment of silence: "If this is the way of hell..."

"Then what is the way of heaven and what is the way of man?"

These words came from the statue, but for some reason, I couldn't help but tremble. I raised my eyes and noticed that the gaze of the statue that looked like an old lunatic actually fell on my hand.

I was at a loss.

I wonder if these two people in front of me are familiar people to me.

At this moment, looking at his eyes, I couldn't help but tremble again, because the feeling in his eyes was very familiar to me. Even if it was mixed with a little strangeness, I could still be sure that that was Old madman.

old madman...

I subconsciously wanted to speak, but at the same time I felt a gaze fall on me.

When I looked, it was the figure that appeared from the death bell that looked like an old smoker. But now he looked at me, giving me the same kind feeling, which made me equally sure.

He is an old smoker.

I never thought I would see either of them again in this situation.

Even at this time, they may not really exist here.

But for me, it was also a big shock.

And their appearance now also solved a doubt in my mind before.

They may not be the same person.

It's just that there must be a deeper relationship between them than I know.

Feeling their eyes, I looked at them, and before I knew it, the corners of my eyes became even more moist.

Even I didn't realize it myself, even after so long, when I saw them again, I only had unspeakable longing in my heart.

This kind of longing seems to be hidden in my mind all the time, and in my heart, when I see them, it bursts out uncontrollably like a tide.

Old madman, old smoker...

You two old fellows!
I muttered in a low voice, but they didn't seem to hear my voice. The figure of the old smoker also said at this moment: "What is the way of heaven? What is the way of man?"

They are asking me...

I am silent.

I don't know why they suddenly threw the problem on me, but for them, even if I know that this journey is all because of them, I still have an indescribable trust.

This trust told me that I needed to answer both questions.

It's just... what is the way of heaven?
And what is the way of man?
Even the way of the underworld they talk about, I actually don't know much about it.

However, seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, the two of them spoke again at the same time.

"What is the way of heaven and what is the way of man?"

This time, I frowned even tighter.

I put away my emotions about them, and then began to think about why they asked me this question.

The way of heaven, I can understand it as talking about immortals.

Because the way of the underworld talks about the whole underworld.

As for the way of human beings, it is natural to talk about human beings.And if you refer to what they said about the way of the underworld, I can probably understand that their question is for me to answer, what do these immortals and people represent now.

It's just that I don't know these things.

For a while, I didn't know how to answer.

Just stand there.

And they just looked at me and stared at me, as if as long as I didn't answer they would keep looking at me until I answered their question.

After an unknown amount of time, the same words came out of their mouths again.

"What is the way of heaven and what is the way of man?"

Listening to the words that appeared again, I couldn't help sighing, and after thinking for a while, I shook my head.

"I do not know."

"I don't understand why you are asking me this question."

However, as soon as I finished speaking, the eyes of the statue of the old madman suddenly became cold.

"If you don't know, why are you here?"

That kind of coldness made me feel extremely strange.

Not only him, the figure of the old smoker looked at me with a little more coldness at the same time.

"You don't know, why do you want to take the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Why do you want to seek the fruit of reincarnation for these sentient beings?"

I was stunned for a moment, feeling their eyes, sighed slightly, and continued to answer: "I don't know why I came here."

"I just knew I needed to be here."

"As for the reincarnation path and the reincarnation effect, I don't know."

"I only know that coming here and looking for what I want is what I have to do."

"As for the way of heaven and the way of man, I don't understand, and I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Since that's the case..." The old lunatic's gaze became a little colder, "How did you become Xuantian?"

I was taken aback again.

The old smoker also spoke: "In that case, why did you do what Xuantian did?"

I frowned slightly.

"I don't know……"

It's just that before I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my head.

Then two surprised sounds came.

Then the ancient voice of vicissitudes appeared again.

"The collapse of reincarnation..."

"Return to the ruins!"

"Return to the Ruins..."

My body trembled until the severe pain disappeared, but I found that what I saw before my eyes had changed again.

Both the statue of the old lunatic and the figure of the old smoker have disappeared at this moment.

In front of me was a gigantic roulette wheel.

And around the roulette wheel, there are almost endless figures that can be seen at a glance. Those figures should be souls, but they all look very painful at this time. They are staring at the roulette wheel, as if they are looking forward to it. What.

But they are all separated by a river.

There are only boats on the river to cross that river.

It’s just that there are very few small boats. At a glance, there are no more than a hundred small boats for those countless souls to wait for. Although each boat can ferry nearly ten souls, it is not as big as the huge number of souls that may have reached millions. In comparison, it is a drop in the bucket.

This is……

deep?
Is it real Ming?
I don't know why I'm seeing these all of a sudden.

But when I saw it, my subconscious mind was telling me that this is Ming, the Ming of the past! (end of this chapter)