Assistant God of Life in Another World

() The ancient trees are towering, and the flowing water is murmuring.During this period of time, Fang Tian spent most of his time practicing and meditating here.

This time, almost impatiently, Fang Tian entered the "Empty and Silent Realm" again.In an instant, the surrounding elements were drawn in, and in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, it fell like snowflakes as before, and a moment later, the mist condensed from the thousands of green leaves slowly seeped down again.

Fang Tian's mind did not enter the sea of ​​consciousness, but was always placed in the induction of the body.

When the blood in his body began to boil again, Fang Tian's feeling was obviously different from before.

In the past, Fang Tian could only vaguely feel countless large and small rivers rushing through his body, but this time, the rushing continued. Things are slowly spreading in all directions with the river as the center in a very slow and very slow way.

The body is being moisturized.

Especially when the "water mist" on the other side of the sea of ​​consciousness, accompanied by the body's own qi and blood, slowly permeates from head to toe, the feeling of nourishment is instantly increased countless times.

Immersed in this feeling, Fang Tian's mind gradually stepped into the dark.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know when it started. In a trance, Fang Tian felt that he had become a leaf, a leaf with a petiole on the top and a tip on the bottom.

The petiole is connected to the "big tree", and from the "big tree", water mist drips slowly but never stops, and then the water mist flows along the countless leaves. Large and small veins, all the way to the tip of the leaf.

Wherever the water mist spread, the entire leaf was stretching, stretching.

In the dark, Fang Tian felt deep in his body and mind.There were indescribable cheers, just like the grass and trees that had been drought for a long time, at this moment, finally ushered in the rain from the sky.

In the past, there was no kind of experience and feeling.than this time.It is more moving and makes the whole mind deeply intoxicated.

All thoughts have been lost, this moment.Fang Tian just instinctively felt his own leaf, almost greedily absorbing the little bit of water mist, and at the same time, almost infinitely, sucking himself.It stretches freely in all directions.

To withstand more penetration of rain.

At this time, what Fang Tian didn't know was that, under the induction of Andy Eric and others, in this direction, the brilliance of life that belonged to him suddenly disappeared again.

With the previous experience, everyone was no longer surprised, but thought of it in their hearts almost indistinguishably. "Looking at His Highness's situation, I'm afraid he will be promoted again in the near future?"

However, at this time, everything outside.It has nothing to do with Fang Tian.

If Fang Tian still thinks about it at this time, he will know and suddenly realize that his current state is the real "empty and quiet world".The real "emptiness", the real "free from dust".In other words, so many times of practice before, in fact, it has been just practice and rehearsal.

But just because this is the real Kongjilichen, Fang Tian didn't have any thoughts at this moment.

All thoughts have long since disappeared. At this moment, only life itself is breathing and stretching.

This is what is described by the state of emptiness and solitude.

At this moment, "I breathe with the heaven and the earth, and I communicate with the universe alone."

A magician's perception of life, as small as an insect and an ant, as large as a plant and a tree, is as good as seeing it with your own eyes. It can even be said that it is completely clearer and more comprehensive than seeing it with your eyes.However, no matter how powerful this feeling is, how can it feel the whole world?

Therefore, Andy and others couldn't feel Fang Tian.

Therefore, at this moment, in a sense, Fang Tian has been closely connected with this piece of land and the billions of creations on this piece of land.

I don't know when, Fang Tian's mind quietly turned back from being in the dark.

And at the moment of turning around, extremely wonderful feelings and impressions, bit by bit, flashed in the consciousness.

Under your feet, around you, from near to far, and even infinitely far away, those billions of lives, large and small, are like the crystals in the deep and dark night sky, like stars, dots, or silent, or noisy The ground stands on this land.

This is a sea of ​​life with infinite brilliance and brilliance!

And under this ocean of life, the earth, indescribably majestic and thick, has been silently and eternally supporting these billions of lives since ancient times.

Feeling, Fang Tian felt that he was no longer a leaf, but a tree.

Or, a small grass.

Actually it's the same.

Under his feet, the ground on which his feet stand, seems to have infinite power spreading towards it, and he himself, without knowing when, has changed from a posture of standing quietly with his hands hanging by his side to his arms raised towards the sky, forming a Upside down figure eight.

This is a very weird posture. In the past and present, Fang Tian couldn't remember when he had made such a posture, except when he was stretching his waist, and he has always maintained this posture.

But the feeling from his body clearly told him, as if he had already stood here in such a posture for thousands or ten thousand years.

Everything is so familiar.

Everything is so natural.

Familiar as if born with it, as natural as it should be.

And in feeling, the hundreds of millions of lives, especially the genus of plants, are like this.

The roots may be deep or shallow, but they all embrace the earth tenaciously and stubbornly. Then, with the support of the earth and the infinite power given by the earth, they spread their limited and almost infinite life brilliance to the surroundings. , held up to the blue sky.

The gift of the earth, the power of the earth, flows in every vessel of life.

From bottom to top, and from top to bottom, it flows through every vessel, permeates every thread, and permeates any part of life.Life goes on and on, and this flow never stops.

Fang Tian suddenly remembered a word, "Yan".

It is inflammation.

In fact, rather than remembering, it is better to understand, or to say, after waking up from a dream that has lasted for thousands of years, and then suddenly discovered that I am myself.It is a "flame".

Flame of life.

All life is actually a "flame", and through support, it spreads its own brilliance to the four directions.Sprinkle into the void.

And if life is inflammation.What about the support of life?

So what is the existence that has silently provided power for this endless flame of life since ancient times?

Suddenly, Fang Tian remembered another word, "Huang".

Then.The two words in my mind instantly combined by themselves.

Yanhuang!

It's not Yanhuang from Yanhuang City, but the "Yanhuang" from Huaxia Ming in his previous life.

Thinking of this point, a certain memory instantly spans time and space.In a trance, she returned to her previous life, and along the river of time, stretched upwards infinitely, towards that distant and legendary age...

Then, shadows one after another flashed in Fang Tian's consciousness like reliefs.

They were either ragged or stern.Either describe it as vulgar, or look haggard.

In fact, that is a group of savages.

And this is Fang Tian's impression of the legendary Chinese ancestors in his previous life.There is no distinction between the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors...

In the previous life, when he was very young, Fang Tian had bathed in the myths and legends of China, and was worshiped by the characters in the stories who possessed supernatural powers. --certainly.At that time, maybe I didn't know what prostration was, but I just had infinite longing and longing.Yearning to become like the characters in the story.

Later, I came into contact with "Journey to the West".

I don't know what kind of combination it is, in short, the two are blended together in a pattern that does not distinguish between light and shadow.

Afterwards, when mentioning the ancient characters, the first words that flashed in Fang Tian's mind were four words——

Great powers!

Whether it's Pangu who opened the sky, Nuwa who mended the sky, or just the Yellow Emperor who made the world stand.

Among them, the Yellow Emperor is considered the most "not so good", but even this one is the most not so good, there is Tianxuannv by her side!

I don't know how many years this impression has lasted, and the admiration for those ancient figures has also lasted for how many years.

Until later, the original children and teenagers gradually grew up, and gradually moved from the grotesque myths and legends to the reality without the slightest eccentricity and eccentricity at all. Gradually fade until it becomes mottled.

What supernatural powers, what infinite power, they are nothing more than a group of savages who have not yet fully enlightened!

As human beings move towards civilization step by step, in fact they have been abandoned forever, which also represents the farewell of human beings to the ancient wilderness.

This was also Fang Tian's final impression of the so-called ancestor of Yan and Huang in his previous life.

But at this time, in the mind, many thoughts kept flickering.

Ming, what is Ming?

There was a man who drilled wood to make fire, and took the light and flame from the hands of heaven and earth, letting human beings bid farewell to the days of yin, coldness and darkness and the days of ruthlessness and blood drinking.Is this Ming?

There is a person who builds a house with trees, so that human beings can bid farewell to the days of living on the ground and being exposed to the wild.Is this Ming?

There is a man who distinguishes grass and trees, teaches people how to plow and how to burn, let human beings bid farewell to primitive collection, and let human beings hope to avoid the invasion of pain and disease.Is this Ming?

There is a man who makes people create characters, guides people to know, let mankind bid farewell to ignorance and ignorance step by step.Is this Ming?

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These people are all savages.

In his previous life, he would only say to these people, "We have to look at these people objectively, on the one hand...on the other hand..."

In the final analysis, is it just looking down, looking down, and even contemptuous?

Look at those ancestors who are still in the wild with a faint perspective of the latecomers.

It's just that at this moment, in the mind, all the knowledge in this aspect is turned upside down in an instant.

— So what if the clothes are ragged?So what if you acted brutally?So what if the description is vulgar?So what if he looks haggard?

They were born in thorns, and all around them, including the sky and the earth, are all thorns.

Poisonous insects and beasts are thorns, vegetation and miasma are thorns, floods are thorns, hot sun is thorns, rain, dew, snow, frost are thorns... everything in all directions is thorns...

And they, with their own hands, use the most primitive means to chop the thorns bit by bit, open up the road bit by bit, bit by bit, between the heaven and the earth, for themselves and for a generation Another generation of latecomers is fighting for the right to survive.

Just like that, step by step, they came from endless thorns and wind and rain, and some of them, some of whom could represent all of them, were also sublimated in the hearts of countless ancestors, and finally sublimated into the eternal totem.

Then, the totem was finally fixed after several changes, and it was fixed into two words——

Yanhuang!

And then, for many years, many years, countless latecomers, from the road they opened up, all the way up, all the way, farther and farther, until the distant totem looks smaller and dimmer .

In the end, it was so small and dim that Fang Tian in his previous life had completely forgotten about it.

Totem, totem, that distant and distant totem, what will you look like today?

Is it still hanging high between the sky and the earth, or has it become a ruined monument, buried in the wild smoke and grass?

If you are still high above, I will lift my head and look up willingly.

If you are already broken and obliterated, I will bend down, bend my knees, kneel down, and prostrate on the ground, just so that I can still worship you with an attitude of looking up. (To be continued. You are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian. to read.)