Chapter 505 The Place That Originally Belonged to You
"Juanjuan, where are we going?"
The little dumpling held the curled dragon horn and felt that he had flown to a height he had never reached before.
"Go where you belong."
As soon as Juanjuan finished speaking, the scene in front of her changed.
Just now there was nothing around, not even a cloud, but now suddenly there appeared a huge palace with layers upon layers, towering into the sky.
"Wow!"
Little Dumpling tilted his head back, and felt that these palaces stretched as far as the eye could see. The palaces on the top floor were shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was unknown where they extended to.
Everywhere you look, it is majestic and magnificent, and it appears mysterious and holy in the clouds and mist.
What is the exquisite workmanship of the heavens?
At this moment, I finally understood it.
"Jieli is so beautiful! Have I been here before?"
Little Dumpling was a little confused, and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity!
Suddenly, laughter and joyful chatter rang out in the cold palace, and the surroundings became lively.
The little fairy boy holding a flower basket was scattering flower petals in the air, and the gods and Buddhas were walking slowly towards the little dumpling with smiles on their faces.
"Nannan!"
"You're back!"
"Huh? Everyone..." Little Dumpling was a little confused.
In a trance, I was held in the arms of the gods and bodhisattvas as if they were a treasure. Some pinched my face, some touched my head, some stroked my little hands, and some held my little feet.
The little girl was surprised to find that the little dragon robe she was wearing had turned into a sparkling, weightless little skirt, and the tassel on her head had turned into a shining hair crown.
"Wow! It's amazing that I can dress up!" Little Dumpling happily turned around to look for Juanjuan, but found that Juanjuan had disappeared.
"Where's Juanjuan going?" The little girl looked around and pouted. "You're the only one here, why did you run away?"
Looking at Xiao Jiuer's angry look, the gods and Buddhas laughed.
"What? Haven't you remembered yet?"
"How can you say he's the only acquaintance?"
Little Jiuer tilted her head, her big watery eyes filled with confusion, "Who am I?"
The gods and Buddhas laughed.
The scene in front of him changed, and the little dumpling appeared in a hall. There was a bed in the center of the hall, and the light pink bed curtains fluttered gently. A man with black hair like a waterfall stood in front of the bed.
"I've been to Jieli!" the little dumpling shouted.
After saying that, he ran to the bed and stood on tiptoe to look at the person on the bed.
The woman on the bed was still the same as she was in the dream, lying silently with her eyes closed.
"Sister Xianlu, are you seriously ill? Why haven't you woken up yet?" Little Dumpling felt a little distressed.
Looking at the golden mark on the fairy sister's forehead, I suddenly remembered my own little golden beads.
When the little hand opened, a small golden bead appeared in the palm of the hand and flew to the top of the fairy sister's head.
The little golden bead emitted a faint golden light that enveloped the fairy sister. The little dumpling breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the handsome brother next to him with confidence.
"My Zhuzhu is amazing! I'm sure she can cure Sister Xianlu! Don't worry!"
The man smiled gently, took the little girl's hand, and gently pressed it on the golden mark on the woman's forehead.
In an instant, those lost memories flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.
The little girl's big round eyes widened even wider, and the countless images that appeared before her eyes made her mouth open into an O shape.
The person in the picture looks like my sister on the bed.
But the little girl knew in her heart that it was herself from a long, long time ago.
She saw herself kneading the yellow mud out of boredom, and then kneading the mud into some clay figures.
After blowing on it casually, the clay figure came to life.
These clay figures have human faces and snake bodies. They drag their long tails and twist and turn on the ground. It seems that they are not very able to move.
After looking at them for a while with a frown on his face, he felt not very satisfied, so he took the clay figures back and split their snake tails in two to make two legs.
These clay figures immediately jumped up to the ground and started running.
Then he saw himself waving a whip and whipping the yellow mud, and the splashing mud spots turned into lively little people.
The cold and desolate world has become full of vitality and vigor because of human beings.
But in the blink of an eye, the pillars supporting the world collapsed, and the world seemed to fall into purgatory. The sky collapsed, the earth sank, volcanoes erupted, seawater flooded back, and all living things were devastated.
He found five-colored stones and refined them into the Sky-Repairing Stone.
There were enough stones to fill the sky, but during the refining process, a piece of it was destroyed by the little green snake that was picked up, resulting in one last hole in the sky that was not filled.
The little dumpling looked at himself with longing, then flew over to fill the hole...
Then, he saw his shattered soul, like fireflies, drifting to every corner of the world...
The memory ends here.
Something hot flowed down his cheeks, and the little girl reached out to wipe it away. It was tears.
"She..." Little Dumpling pointed at the person on the bed, then pointed at himself, "We..."
"You are her, and she is you." The man bent down and wiped the tears from the little girl's face with his cool fingers.
"When you sacrificed your body to mend the sky, your immortal body and soul were shattered, wandering in every corner of the world.
Mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars—everywhere you are, you are everywhere. It took the gods tens of thousands of years to recover your shattered body and restore it to its original state.
The little girl touched the cheek of "herself" on the bed and asked, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
"Because the scattered souls have not all returned. Each of those soul fragments scattered in the human world needs to experience a complete life in the human world before returning to heaven."
The little dumpling opened his mouth wide, "Huh? In this world, are there countless of me?"
"Yes." The man smiled and pinched her chubby face, "You exist in every time and space."
"Zun Da?" The surprise in the little dumpling's heart was about to overflow.
"Look."
The man waved his hand gently, and countless images flashed before his eyes.
Some of the people in the picture lived in ancient times, and some lived in modern times.
Some are wealthy ladies surrounded by people, while others are workers surviving in the cracks...
Although they looked different, the little girl knew that it was herself.
Xiaotuanzi also discovered that he had traveled through time and space and was sitting in the live broadcast room, performing his "unique skill" of conjuring objects out of thin air.
Then, she discovered a strange phenomenon: the lives of the people in the pictures all ended in tragedy without exception.
"Have they all lived out their lives?" Little Dumpling pointed at the countless "selves" in the picture.
"Yes." The man touched her little head, "Except you."
"I-I'm still young!" The little dumpling blinked and stammered, "I'm only three years old! I still have a long life ahead of me!"
"Hmm!" The man smiled fondly. "Not only is your life long, but it's also extremely important. Because you are the most important piece of your soul."
"Why am I so important?"
"Because you are her heart."
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