My master is the coffin

Chapter 445 Amnesia
I fell asleep in chaos.Waking up in chaos again.

Every time I close my eyes, I want to die.Every time I open my eyes, it's like being alive again.

I am walking in the world, not knowing where I come from, where I am going, or who I am.

I saw unknown birds and unfatal flowers.

I was walking in the forest suspiciously.Through the wilderness, fording the stream.Finally came to a town.

There are many people bustling inside.They walked hurriedly.Everyone was dressed in rags, as if they were in a hurry.

I've been walking all day and I'm tired.So sat down.

I looked at this with a curious expression on my face.These vibrant people.

Day after day, I walked around town like this.I saw poor old people dying of illness on the street.I have also received cakes from rich and noble families for birthday celebrations.

I have seen doctors rushing out to see patients, and I have also seen terminally ill old men lying on the side of the street with a sallow complexion.

I saw the peddler cautiously avoiding the carriages of rich people.I have also seen him cheating and extorting money from the elderly.I've seen him kneel on the ground, being whipped by a rich man, and I've heard him beat his wife in the middle of the night.

I got used to here gradually.Work in this chaotic town.Then I received a day's ration, filled my stomach, and then worked.

I'm no different than those rags.We are like talking tools, working in line and eating in line.When the sun goes down, they scatter around, and when the day comes, they gather together again.

But I know I'm not like them.Because I'm still thinking.

I don't know who I am.why am i here.I was terrified and didn't know what the future really looked like.Will it go on like this forever?Work, eat, sleep, work, eat...

Winter is coming, and the streets are getting colder every day.We huddled together to keep warm.Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people around.They froze into lumps of ice in the morning and were pulled away by carts.

The peddler lamented: "These refugees are so pitiful." Then he squeezed the freshly steamed buns, shook his head and said, "I want to save you, but I don't want to starve to death myself."

The foreman gave us some tattered bedding and poorly presented meals.I heard him sigh: "Many people have died, and next year's wages will have to go up again."

For whatever purpose.People are always kind.

When spring comes, the foreman is hiring again.

And I'm gone.Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all the year round.I have been in this city for a whole year.

I still haven't figured out who I really am.But I'm used to birth, old age, sickness and death.

I don't want to be old, still wearing dirt-covered clothes, queuing with a bunch of lads, doing a job that doesn't suit my old age.

Everyone has their place in life.Trees grow in the wilderness, but life lives in the city.I don't know where my place is, I want to know what my destination is.I want an answer.There were none in this city, so I left.

Year after year passed.I have traveled a lot.Also met a lot of people.

I worshiped many teachers.I learned how to calculate the width of the beams with a counting chip.Learned to carve patterns on furniture with a carving knife.Learned to cover a wall with a trowel.But none of these can keep me.

Until one day, I met a man with messy hair and beard.The robes on his body were worn indiscriminately.

He, like me, was walking non-stop.But he is much more confident than me.His gaze was determined.

I caught up with him and asked, "Where are you going?"

He looked at me and asked, "Where are you going?"

I replied, "I don't know where to go. All places are unknown to me."

He looked at me and said, "I am hiding from death. If you are interested, you can come with me."

On the way, I knew he was a Taoist priest.He is looking for the spell of immortality and ascension to immortality.

I worship him as my teacher.Walk around during the day, and meditate and practice at night.

I don't know how many years have passed.I met the city walls I once walked through.But I don't recognize any of the people inside.They're either gone, or dead.

Later, the master also died.

I continue to walk alone in the world.I have met a lot of religious people.I exchanged ideas with them and discussed Taoism.

Finally one day, I found that I already understood all the Taoism in the world.

But I still haven't ascended to immortality.Although I can feel it, I've lived too long.

I hid myself in the deep mountains and old forests, and I wanted to synthesize the spells of all the cultivators in the world, and realize some truths by myself.

I look up at the sun and the moon, and look down at the rivers and mountains.Keep thinking, keep deducing.

I think I have found the key point.All that's missing is time.

One day, I was standing by the river in a daze.Suddenly, there was a commotion in the air.

I heard a sound of hoofbeats, coming galloping.

Soon, two horses appeared on the opposite bank.Immediately there are two people.They were dusty and sweaty.running towards me.

They didn't stay on the other side, but just drove the horses and continued to run wildly.

The river is deep enough to be waded through.But there are smooth stones and entangled aquatic plants under the river.

Those galloping horses slipped.He fell heavily to the ground.The horse's back straightened up, and the woman on the horse was thrown up heavily.

She exclaimed, but she couldn't control her body in the air.She slammed into a big tree by the river.

If I hit it, the tree would break.If this woman hits it, she will break.

I stretched out my hand, and a gentle force dragged her out of thin air.

She stood on the ground, dizzy for a while.Finally, she looked at me and walked over slowly.

She turned around me, a pair of eyes, from head to toe, looked me up and down.Then, I heard her ask softly: "I heard that there is a fairy living here, regardless of the world, and has lived for hundreds of years."

I shook my head: "I live in this mountain, but I have never heard of such a person."

She looked at me and asked, "So, how many years have you lived yourself?"

I shook my head: "I don't remember."

She smiled and said, "You should be that fairy. I have searched all over the world to find the magic of immortality. Are you willing to accept me as a disciple?"

Before I could speak, the man on the horse behind had already run over.

He looked at me out of breath, then at the woman, and said, "Are you sure it's him?"

The woman glanced at the man and said, "If you don't think so, you can look for it yourself. You have been with me for three months, and I don't want to be pestered by you anymore."

Then, the woman knelt down and said, "I beg the immortal to accept me as an apprentice."

I smiled and helped her up: "I'm not a fairy, but I still have a little research on Taoism."

The woman looked very happy and said, "My name is Chang'e."

I smiled and nodded, and said, "They all call me Hou Yi."

The man next to him whispered, "My name is Peng Meng."

I took in two apprentices, and I was no longer lonely in the mountains.I will pass on what I have learned in my life.At the beginning, the three of us practiced together.After these two people got my advice, they made great progress by leaps and bounds.

However, several years passed.I found that my Taoism didn't increase at all.Only then did I notice that I hadn't really practiced for a long time.

My gaze was attracted by Chang'e.Her every frown and smile touched my heart.I can no longer meditate.I could only pace restlessly by the river.

The rapid progress of Pengmeng has the meaning that blue comes from blue and is better than blue.But Chang'e's realm has stagnated.

She, like me, fell in love.

The two of us almost gave up monasticism.We traveled around the mountains and rivers every day, and we traveled all over the deep mountains, so we went deeper.

We forget about Pengmeng, forget our worries when we are happy, and forget to return.

At the turn of spring and summer, everything is growing.Grass seeds sprouted and came out of the ground.The male bird combs its feathers and makes a burst of chirping.Whether plants or animals, they are all doing the same thing.give birth to.Chang'e and I fell down on the grass and did the same thing.

(End of this chapter)