Chapter 2498

"Wake up..."

"Wake up..."

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Meng fan felt warm and comfortable.

He has never felt comfortable since he was born. He has never felt the pain since he was born.

It's like a baby who is held by his parents. He doesn't need to know everything in the world. As long as he opens his mouth, he has milk. As long as he cries, he is coaxed.

The only thing that bothered him was the constant cry that he woke up.

After being called out for many times, he opened his eyes reluctantly.

I found myself lying in a river.

A river made entirely of laws.

He is like a boat, floating on the river.

What he was wearing was not gray clothes, nor green clothes, but a linen dress worn in childhood.

In the river, there is its own reflection.

A child.

It's my childhood self!

"Lost?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Meng fan immediately turned his head, a pair of eyes, very deep, and full of killing intention.

See, is a thick middle-aged man, and a small lovely 16-7-year-old girl.

Two people, sitting in an ordinary wooden boat.

At the moment of being seen, the middle-aged man shivered all over his body, instinctively recoiled half a step, and then exhaled a long breath: "boy, it's really frightening. How can a child have such terrible eyes..."

The 16-7-year-old girl, however, had no expression. She seemed to have no sense of the killing intention in Meng fan's eyes. She said in a soft voice, "Dad, let him go on the boat. He must be lost." Then he stepped forward and stretched out his hand from the edge of the wooden boat and said to Meng fan, "come on, little brother."

Meng fan stirred the river with both hands, just like playing in the water when he was a child. Looking at the girl's rough palm, he held it slowly and was pulled onto the wooden boat.

"My name is Wang." The middle-aged man said to Meng fan who had just boarded the boat: "Wang Xuan, this is my daughter, Wang Miaomiao. You don't have to be afraid. We are not bad people. Death is not the end. What terrible death did you experience before? Can you be so vigilant to others?"

Meng fan looked at the middle-aged man, then looked at the little girl named Wang Miaomiao, and said in a soft voice: "here is..."

His voice, still very young, is the voice of a child.

"Not the underworld." The middle-aged man laughed and shook his head. "How to say When people die, they die, and there is nothing left - it's terrible to think about it, but it's a fact. As for this place, it's not the world of the living, nor the world of the dead. I can't tell where it is, but many people come here after their death. "

"Not the world after death, but many people come here after death?" Meng fan repeated this sentence, only feel that this sentence is full of loopholes, contradictions and confusion.

The middle-aged man simply scratched his head: "I this person, big and thick one, don't understand, but here, there are many people who understand, you will see, you can ask them."

With these words, the middle-aged man shakes the oar, pushes the wooden boat, carries the Meng fan and the little girl, to this completely by the rule converges, flickers the dim light the river deep.

"Dad's not a tough guy." Wang Miaomiao said: "before my father, I was a monk in Tianyuan realm! Yes, father. Count the number in the city! Oh, little brother, do you know about Maicheng

Meng fan did not answer.

The middle-aged man looked back at Meng fan and said with a light smile: "Miao Miao, the whole world is so big. This little brother, I don't know where he comes from. He hasn't heard of Maicheng. It's normal. Luo, that is, grandfather Luo said that the world we see is actually very small. Outside the world, there are days. I don't know how many heavy days there are. "

Wang Miaomiao also laughed: "however, it is the first time I have seen mortals here."

"Mortal?" Meng fan asked in doubt.

Wang Miaomiao said: "all the monks we see here are monks. The weakest ones are all monks in the Tianyuan realm. I'm a special case. I didn't reach the Tianyuan realm, but I'm also a monk. It seems that here, no vitality of the mortal, is not able to enter, little brother, you are the first mortal I have ever seen to come in. "

Meng fan frowned slightly. In fact, Wang Miaomiao did not need to say that he had discovered that his strength had been completely dissipated. Moreover, his age had returned to his childhood, and there was no rule in his body.

now he is as like as two peas at seven or eight, and seven or eight years old.

There is no martial arts, no cultivation.

It's just a human being.

The only difference was the memory in his mind. It's just that these memories are vague now, and many details are gone, not forgotten, but his mind, which is very weak, can not hold so many memories, so many memories, many thoughts, are precipitated and can not be awakened.Meng fan is lost in thought.

He didn't understand why it happened.

It's like a reversal of time.

He frowned more and more tightly, but could not think of an answer, no result.

Wang Xuan saw this scene and misunderstood it. He chuckled and said, "are you still thinking about where this is? Mr. Luo said that this is a long river beyond the boundary. "

Meng fan looks at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan didn't betray the truth. He continued: "master Luo said that the whole universe was in a great famine and was divided into one world after another. These worlds were isolated by great forces, but they were not inaccessible. Therefore, these worlds can be regarded as one and can be collectively referred to as the world.

In addition, there is a place where the way of heaven is located. Many people call it the source of all the heaven, and it can also be called the heaven boundary.

The world, heaven, constitutes the whole universe.

A monk lives in the world, but when the monk dies, his spirit is broken and his body is rotten, but it doesn't disappear. Just like the mortal, the body doesn't disappear, it just changes and turns into soil. Just like after winter, the snow did not disappear, but changed into water. All things in the world, nothing, will disappear for no reason, just change a state.

Therefore, after the monk's death, his body decayed, and the spirit, as well as the laws and vitality in his body, returned to the whole universe.

The spirit of a monk is often taken away by the way of heaven. It is said that the reason is that the heaven desires the wisdom of living beings, just as thirsty people want to drink water.

Therefore, after the death of many friars, their spirits became a kind of ethereal existence and integrated into the way of heaven.

It's like a drop of ink, falling into the sea.

Scattered, fragmented, melted, scattered everywhere with the current.

At that moment, they can say that they are dead, and then the powerful spirit, scattered into countless shares, is also dead.

However, there are still some people who, under all kinds of chance and coincidence, often die and die, but the spirit does not dissipate. Only when their physical life is at the end and their longevity is not over, they will step into another place, not the world or the heaven.

It's here.

So here, it's out of bounds. "

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