A World Worth Protecting

For the journey of departure, Wang Baole's memory is somewhat blurred. It seems that the dream is so real that he is familiar and unfamiliar with everything he is now.

So on this way back, when the soul sang many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky, unconsciously in his mind, and thought of his own dream.

He vaguely remembers that he seems to be really the first handsome in the Federation, and he also has some confidantes, such as white rabbits, such as Zhao Yameng, such as Li Yuer, such as Li Yi, and Li Xiu...

"No, no Li Yi!" Wang Baole thought for a moment. At the same time, he felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he didn't remember much, but this made him feel shocked at the bottom of his heart. He felt incredible and afraid. It is.

"No, I am in a dream... No, my Wang Baole is not that kind of person!!" Wang Baole was shocked and hurried, and quickly remembered the things in his dreams. He gradually remembered some, knowing that Li Xiu was his brother in his dream confidant. This is really a relief.

But with the appearance of memories in his dreams, he didn’t know why, and he had a lot of troubles, his own dreams, his friends and his beauty, his union...

"It’s just a dream..." Wang Baole sighed in the bottom of his heart. The old man in front of him looked back at Wang Baole and whispered.

"Bao Le, still thinking about the federation of your dreams?"

Wang Baole heard the words and looked up at his master. After thinking about it, he asked.

"Master, why do people dream? This federal dream is too real..."

The old man looked at Wang Baole, his face showed kindness, raised his hand and touched Wang Baole’s head, a gentle opening.

"Bao Le, as a child, you have to know that there is no dream in this world. The so-called dream...is actually another one!"

"Another myself?" Wang Baole was a bit ignorant, and he was about to open his mouth to ask. Suddenly he found that the palm of his hand was distracted by a finger, which made him immediately forget the dreams and exclaimed.

"Master, your finger..."

The old man looked down at his fingers and smiled a little. He couldn't see a slight abnormality in his look. He only looked at Wang Baole and was more harmonious.

"No problem, some injuries in the early years."

Wang Baole has a heart to ask, but the old man has turned around and shakes the paddles, causing the lonely boat to go far and gradually cross the starry sky, until a long time... appears in a starry field.

This star field is filled with shining stars. The number of these stars is afraid to be more than one million! !

Each of the stars has an imaginary gate that is too many times larger than the stars. It is erected there. These gates are almost the same, full of vicissitudes and simplicity, and magnificent, difficult to describe its vastness.

In short, look at the stars, the stars are endless, and the door is also endless... There is also a river of souls, from these doors, through all the illusory doors, around the stars.

There are a large number of monks flying in this starry sky, seemingly guiding, and seemingly guarding. After seeing Wang Baole’s master, they all respectfully respect each other. From their look, they can see that they are extremely Admiration, from the heart.

For these visits, it is difficult for the old man to respond one by one. He just nodded slightly and whispered openly. He seemed to be talking to himself and seemed to explain.

"This is the door to life!"

"The door to life..." Wang Baole whispered, his heart shook, until the boat sailed to the center of the star field, where there was a huge... huge, even to some extent, beyond The huge stars of the solar system!

At the moment of seeing this star, Wang Baole’s shock and rushing heart.

This star is too big, its color is colorful, the symmetry is bright, and there are a lot of dead souls. It is scattered from this star. From a distance, this star is like the source of the river, and its souls are gathered into a river. Spread out, become a tributary, and enter the different life gates around!

"This is the responsibility of the meditation, reincarnation!" The voice of the old man echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already stunned by this scene, until the lonely boat entered the star-sized star, he saw the surface of the star. On the top, there are countless mountains, big rivers, and there are... the palace that can't see the margin! !

On the far side of the earth, you can still see a lot of fierce beasts with a high foot, without any suffocation, with peace, is helping the monks to build a ... more majestic stone monument!

This stone monument is now just a prototype, it seems to be higher than the sky, very spectacular!

And, countless monks of the Ming dynasty, in this star, in this star field, constantly swimming, all this, Wang Baole is obviously strange, but he instinctively tells himself that these are familiar, these two The feelings are staggered, making him a little disorganized, and many times he is very upset.

Until the lonely boat where his master is, he took him to the highest mountain of the star, where the palaces were in groups and vast, not only the numerous halls and monks on the ground, but also the sky. Countless palaces float, countless monks shuttle, and even a giant beast like a scorpion, swimming in the sky.

All of this, Wang Baole’s mind was set off with strong volatility, and even did not notice that his master was carrying him and fell behind a palace. He had already gone, until his ear, and came a With the voice of blame, Wang Baole was awake.

"How is this so much this time, some are busy, Baole, what do you want to stay, you have not seen it, you come to help me!" The young man who is talking, is wearing a black robe, face There are still some freckles on it, and there is helplessness in the look. Looking at the sky, the soul river formed by the dense souls of the extravagant souls of the Kun Kunzi sighed.

Wang Baole quickly turned back. After seeing the youth, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory. He realized that this was his own brother. He quickly passed, but he did not know what he was going to do, so he hesitated to ask.

"Senior, what should I do?"

"You won't be lazy again, Baole, this time there are too many souls, the brothers are too busy to come, you can't be lazy today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a hall. Inside, this hall is half the size of a city. At the same time, there are nine statues erected inside. One of the nine statues is the Kun Kunzi!

Obviously, the other eight are exactly the same as the identity of the Kun Kunzi... the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

In the center of the nine statues, there is a bronze mirror of one person's size. There are so many bronze mirrors here, there are at least millions of looks, and there is a meditation in front of each bronze mirror. The monk was sitting there and painting constantly in front of the mirror...

At the same time, in these millions of bronze mirrors, there are two bronze mirrors that are extremely conspicuous, not only larger, but also different in color from other bronze mirrors. The others are all copper, and the two mirrors are purple. Like the main mirror!

As for Wang Baole, he was dragged by his brothers. Under the visit of other people, he went all the way to the two main mirrors and said that he would not let him go.

This made Wang Baole somewhat big, and all around him, familiar with strangers, but he did not know what to do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help but ask.

"Senior brother, what should I do?"

The freckled youth on the face looked at Wang Baole deeply and whispered.

"Bao Le, can't you paint a corpse?"

"The corpse face!" Wang Baole's body shocked, looking at the purple bronze mirror in front of him, only to see this bronze mirror, gradually emerged a dead soul, is holding Wang Boxe fist, it has no appearance, no five senses...

"Bao Le, don't be sloppy, these dead souls, after they come here, the appearance of life will slowly dissipate, so you should follow the guidance of the heavens, paint these souls, what do you paint, then decide After its reincarnation, the initial appearance of the next life!" The young man said, did not pay attention to Wang Baole, but used the finger as a pen to outline the soul in the bronze mirror.

Wang Baole has some urgency to breathe. The law of corpse is natural. He can't remember whether he or she would have learned it in a dream. At this moment, he has some memories and chaos, and sees the dead soul waiting, so Putting down his thoughts and raising his right hand, he closes his eyes and reveals the way he learned the corpse in his mind.

First draw the esthetic eyebrows, corpse eyes, and then draw the corpse nose, then the corpse lips, and finally form ... corpse face!

After a long while, Wang Baole’s eyes narrowed open, and the right index finger fell instantly. He just wanted to paint. His mind didn’t know why. It seemed that there was a will coming. In the faint, he seemed to have seen a baby girl born in a star. The fate of birth until death...

This is not the life of this soul, but his next life!

And his fate, he did not remember the postscript, but his appearance... The eternal floating in his mind, formed a guide, so that his hand, gradually began to be on the soul of the dead, slowly sketching...