Chapter 1099

How many times has the world reincarnated?

How many times has the universe been restarted?

What kind of identity is everyone in different reincarnation and restart?

What is the state of each soul in different heaven and earth, different life and death?

When he didn't realize his previous life, Wang Baole didn't understand all this, and even had no similar questions in his cognition. After he realized his previous life, he began to think about these problems.

He wants to know the answer, he doesn't want to exist, he wants to exist.

He wants to know the truth. He doesn't want to be just a building block in different universes and reincarnation again and again. He doesn't want to appear in different positions again and again. He wants to live and understand.

He knows a lot about the feelings of the first ten lifetimes, but there are also deep doubts, and all these doubts... At this moment, it is not important, because with the sinking of the spirit, with the book of destiny behind the heavenly Dharma man, pages turn upside down, and Wang Baole's previous life is also displayed in front of him page by page, but... His consciousness is also dissipated here, gradually forgetting himself and slowly forgetting everything, It became pure until he heard the voice of the heavenly Dharma Master.

"Seventy nine..."

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"Who am I... Where am I..." in the dark nothingness, I heard a voice murmuring in my ear.

It seems to come from a far place, and it seems to echo around me. I don't know where the voice is, and I don't know why I want to ask these two words in the voice.

The sound reverberated endlessly, as if it were eternal, but I didn't hear any response. It seemed that no one paid attention to the sound, and I didn't know how to speak, so gradually, this dark nothingness, it seemed that only this sound existed.

Time, also in this nothingness, has no trace of the passage.

Maybe it's the sound that makes me think, who am I? Where... Am I?

I thought for a long time, and there was no answer, and the more I thought, the more confused I was, until there was a moment, I heard a voice.

"Who am I... Where am I..."

The sound was very familiar. After it came out, I waited for a while and heard an echo.

So I realized that the first thing I heard was my own voice, and I... seemed to repeat this sentence for countless years.

This discovery made my mood fluctuate. I didn't know how to call this fluctuation, so I continued to think until I remembered a word for a long time.

Happy!

Yes, this mood should be called happy, I'm very happy, because I found the origin of the voice, but how do I know the word happy

I was confused, so I continued to think, but this time, I didn't have time to think of the answer, this dark nothingness that didn't exist in my eyes, suddenly in a flash... There was a light!

The light seemed to come from the outside, reflecting the whole nothingness, and then... It never disappeared, and the whole nothingness also changed at this moment. I saw a finger, which quickly condensed into a hand.

One seemed to hold my hand, and then I saw my arm and body, until the whole person appeared in my eyes. It was a young man, who closed his eyes and didn't open them.

I was surprised, because this young man made me feel familiar, but strange. Before I could continue thinking, this nothingness reverberated around after the first person appeared.

As the waves spread, I saw a table, and other tables and chairs appeared around one after another, until a teahouse was displayed in front of me. Then the waves spread again, and other buildings, rivers, trees, and soon a small town appeared outside the teahouse, which seemed to be painted.

Then... The ripples spread widely, and I saw the earth, the sky, other cities, and a star from obscurity to reality.

It's not over. I see the starry sky outside this star again. In the ripple echo, there are other stars, many, many. With the emergence in succession, a universe and a world are displayed in front of me.

Then life appeared.

At this moment, all living things, all sentient beings, appear in every position that needs them, men and women, old and young, different species, different breath, but remain static and motionless.

And the young man who held me, lying on the table, did not move, but he held me tightly, as if he would never let go even at the end of his life.

But I don't like him very much.

Just when I thought about why I didn't like him, the whole world suddenly seemed to be injected with vitality and vigor. In an instant... All living things, moved.

The wind appeared, the sun softened, the leaves shook, the river flowed, and songs and laughter, crying and hissing came out from every corner of the world.

In the teahouse, there was suddenly a bustling sound. At this time, the young man who held me tightly, shivered slightly, opened his eyes and raised his head.

When he looked up, I saw his eyes.

I saw myself reflected in my eyes.

It was a black board, which he held in his hand. Then... I was lifted up and knocked on the table with a crisp sound.

In this sound, the world in front of me began to continue. I saw this life called sun de. He became the most famous storyteller in this county. He married the daughter of a rich family, inherited the inheritance, had plenty of food and clothing, fell in love with his wife for a lifetime, and died with a smile at the age of eight or nineteen.

And I was buried with sun de because his descendants could not break his fingers.

Although I don't like him, I have to admit that it's interesting to watch his performance in this life. As for being buried with him, it's nothing, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared and turned into darkness again, and my consciousness fell into darkness again.

Until I heard a sound.

"Seventy eight."

The appearance of this sound seemed to turn into a whirlpool, which suddenly dragged me into the nothingness without light. I can't remember who I am, I can't remember everything, and I'm thinking about a problem.

"Who am I... Where am I..."

My voice reverberated until I thought for a long time. There was light in nothingness, and the world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was a young man formed after a finger slowly spread. He lay on the table and clung to me in his hands.

His name is sun De, and I'm a little familiar and strange. His life is very good. He became a storyteller. Although he didn't marry the daughter of a big family in a small town, he returned to the capital and got a reputation. Although he was imprisoned in his later years, on the whole, it's still very wonderful. As for me... He kept me in his hand for a moment.

Unfortunately, after his death, the world disappeared, and I heard a voice.

"77."

The sound pulled me back to nothingness until I forgot everything, saw the light, saw the world, and saw sun De.

"76."

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"Thirty one."

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"Fourteen."

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"Three."

Experience after experience, forgetting again and again, from when I realized that it was wrong, until I was not surprised, because I wanted to understand that I was having a fight. After this life, I would forget this life, as well as the special memories of previous and future generations

Strange, how can I have this feeling? Why do you know in memory?

Don't understand, it doesn't matter, as long as there is a story to read, although in this story, it must be sun De's different life.

But I'm curious if there will be different pictures when we meet for the first time