Chapter 239 Death is like a person turning into a small mound of dirt, right? (Life and Death Fantasy, Part 1)
"The illusion of life and death is not so easy to see through."
Tian Qianzi looked through the coffin lid at Chen Zhixing who was in eternal sleep, and muttered to himself.
The next moment.
He stretched out his finger and lightly touched the coffin lid.
A trace of divine consciousness suddenly poured into the coffin lid and then entered Chen Zhixing's sea of consciousness.
at the same time.
Chen Zhixing entered an extremely strange state.
His eyes simply went dark, and when he opened them again, it was a completely different scene.
It was a house that looked a bit old and shabby. A gentle-looking woman was sitting on the bed, holding the edge of the bed with both hands, biting a wet handkerchief in her mouth, and lines of cold sweat kept pouring out of her forehead.
A midwife was constantly cheering the gentle woman on, encouraging her to keep pushing.
"here it is?"
Chen Zhixing was slightly startled, and he wanted to ask where this was.
However, no matter how he asked, the other people in the picture seemed not to see him and walked straight through his body as if they were deaf to his questions.
".Illusion? And I am here, but a consciousness that is floating outside this world?"
A thoughtful look flashed across Chen Zhixing's eyes.
I guess this is the illusion of life and death that Tian Qianzi mentioned? And he needs to comprehend the great way of life and death here.
“This is how you experience the Avenue”
"Interesting. Come on then."
Chen Zhixing looked at it silently.
The next moment.
At the same time, Tian Qianzi's voice-over sounded in his ears.
[With a cry of 'wa', you were born. ]
[Your name is Chen Xiaoxing, and you were born in Lijia Village, Huangqiao Town, Jiangzhou, Dongxuan Territory.]
[Your branch is not a native villager of Lijia Village. Your great-grandfather suffered from a locust plague and fled to Lijia Village. He was helped by kind villagers and has since taken root in Lijia Village.]
[Your great-grandfather didn't have any special talents, he just had a lot of strength. At that time, an old man died in the village and they needed a coffin bearer, so your great-grandfather took up the vacancy.]
[From then on, your great-grandfather became a coffin bearer in Lijia Village.]
[And this also marks the beginning of the continuation of your Chen family. ]
[After your great-grandfather died, your grandfather took over his position and continued to be a coffin bearer.]
[By now, when you were born, your three generations of ancestors had all been engaged in the funeral industry.]
The scene gradually advanced before Chen Zhixing's eyes.
"Hmm? A pallbearer?"
Chen Zhixing watched all this silently, with a look of interest on his face.
He was a little curious, whether these images were the effect of the Undead Pill or the work of Tian Qianzi.
Can one actually directly construct a world to be used to comprehend the great Dao?
"Tian Qianzi told me before that if I remember who I am, it will be a light that will illuminate my way back home. I guess he is afraid that I will get lost in this fantasy world, right?"
Chen Zhixing muttered to himself.
The next moment.
He shook his head, collected his thoughts, and focused on looking at the pictures in this fantasy world.
"Isn't the job of a coffin bearer the one that is most likely to come into contact with death in the secular world?"
"It is indeed a novel idea to use this as an access point to comprehend the path of life and death."
The scene continued to advance, and Tian Qianzi's voice-over continued to sound.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and year after year passes in this scene.
Chen Zhixing, who was still lucid at the beginning, began to gradually lose his self-awareness, as if he had completely turned into Chen Xiaoxing of this world and gradually forgot everything.
[In this world, there are clear divisions among the three religions and nine classes, and the hierarchy is strict. Your Chen family has been coffin bearers for generations, which is the lowest of the nine classes, only slightly better than the ninth class prostitutes.]
[However, in this Lijia Village, because everyone's affairs after death will trouble you, your Chen family has not been discriminated against. On the contrary, almost every household in the village is quite polite to your Chen family.]
[After all, death is something that no one can escape. Everyone will die. If I offend you too much, I'm sure you will do something bad to your ancestors during their funeral.]
[No one wants to die in such a restless state. ]
[Also, your father was quite smart. After becoming a coffin bearer, he also took on the jobs of paper horse maker, coffin maker, and drummer, and opened a charity cemetery, which was a one-stop funeral service.]
[Not only did he monopolize the business of the entire Lijia Village, he even expanded his business to Huangqiao Town.]
[Whether in this town or in the surrounding area, whenever someone dies, they will come to find your Chen family.]
【Therefore, after you were born, life was pretty comfortable. 】
[Your mother died early. She died of illness not long after you were born. Therefore, your memory of your mother comes mostly from your father’s words.]
[According to what people outside say, people who work in your profession are unlucky. They are tainted with bad luck and will either bring death to themselves or the people around them.]
【But when you told this to your father, he didn't agree.】
[Your father said: "Others may not understand our business, but we are actually doing things to accumulate good karma for our descendants. We are not carrying coffins, but blessings. A few years ago, the eight people who carried coffins were not called coffin bearers. When the county magistrate saw them, he would call them the Eight Immortals or the Eight Vajra!"]
[Because your mother died early, you had enough food and clothing when you were young, but you had few people to take care of you.]
[Under this helpless situation, you followed your father around the country since you were a child. In this area, every household in the surrounding area had a death. Your father went to make paper people and horses for others, carried coffins and repaired graves, and you just stayed quietly on the side. ]
【So, you have been in contact with the dead since you were very young.】
【Death is not a strange thing to you. 】
[However, at that time, although you were familiar with death, your concept of death was very vague and you didn’t know what death really meant. ]
[When you are older and start to gain strength, your father wants to take you out of the coffin and familiarize you with the business in advance so that you can take over his business in the future.]
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【But you have never resisted before. 】
[Because you don’t want to be a coffin bearer anymore and deal with the dead.]
[That day, you and him had a fierce quarrel that you had never had before! ]
[You, young and energetic, shouted at him, 'I won't do these things in the future! Dad, do you know what my classmates in school say about me? They all say that I grew up eating the food of the dead!']
[Your father, whose original name was Chen Jisheng, was sitting on a bamboo stool making paper figures. Hearing what you said, he put down the paper figures and sneered, "Yes, you grew up eating the dead! They are not wrong! Okay, boy, let me tell you, not only you grew up eating the dead, but also me and your grandfather! We all do this business, but you can't do it?"]
[You said with a face full of dissatisfaction: "People also said that our profession is the lowest of the lowest nine classes, only slightly better than the prostitutes in the town, lowly!"]
[After that, you added: "I want to take the imperial examinations! I want to be a scholar, a Jinshi, and a high official in the future! That's so impressive! They say that as long as you have ambition, even a humble family can produce a noble son!"]
[Bang!]
[Your father slapped you hard on the face.]
【That was the first time your father hit you.】
[You were stunned, because you had never seen your father so angry before.]
[He was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he angrily said: "You said it was lowly? No matter how lowly it was, it still fed you! Little bastard, who taught you to pick up the bowl to eat, and put the bowl down to curse your mother? ']
[At this point, your father changed the subject and said with a smile: "A poor family can produce a noble son? You little bastard, just look at your cowardly appearance, do you think you can read books? Also, poor family, poor family, do you know what poor family means? Poor family, poor family, that is also a family of family! Can our family also be called a poor family?"]
【You are speechless after hearing your father's words.】
[Of course, the main reason is that you were stunned by your father's slap and have not yet recovered.]
[Finally, when you were still confused, your father grabbed your ears and locked you in the room, not allowing you to come out until you had made ten paper figures.]
【Well, you are honest now. 】
[Time passed slowly, and under the pressure from your father, you began to help your family. ]
[The first thing you do is carry the coffin.]
[According to your father, our Chen family got its start by carrying coffins, so naturally we have to practice carrying coffins first.]
[Carrying a coffin sounds simple, but it is not easy in reality. ]
[Not only must the coffin be lifted steadily so that the deceased in the coffin does not suffer any bumps on the road, but it must also not turn back or stop along the way, and the coffin must not fall to the ground.]
[You practiced for half a year and followed your father to carry the coffin several times. Finally, a year later, you had the opportunity to carry the coffin by yourself for the first time.]
[That day, the sky was terribly gloomy, and the dark sky seemed to be falling down, making it so depressing that it was hard to breathe.]
[The heavy rain poured down, making the mountain road slippery and muddy. It was difficult to walk steadily, let alone carry a coffin and keep it steady.]
[Fortunately, the other seven people who carried the coffin were experienced masters who had carried coffins for decades, so nothing happened along the way.]
[When the coffin was carried up the mountain and placed in the grave, and the coffin was opened for the last time to let the family members see the remains, and the family members cried heartbreakingly beside them, you became a little depressed for the first time.]
[Looking at the dead person lying quietly in the coffin, motionless, with a pale face, and then looking at the relatives and friends around him crying their hearts out, you can't help but start to wonder, what is death? ]
【You can’t find the answer to this question. 】
[Finally, the heavy rain hit your face, and then, amid the condolences, cries and shouts of the deceased's relatives, you chanted mantras and sealed the coffin completely with dragon nails.]
[Then, shovel after shovel of earth was placed on the coffin, until it was completely submerged and buried forever.]
[A living person just turned into a small mound of dirt. ]
【From now on, we will be separated by life and death, and we will part ways. 】
[For the first time, you have an understanding of death.]
[Perhaps, death is the transformation from a person into a small mound of dirt? ]
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