Me and Me
Jiang Jingyuan was suddenly filled with guilt when he thought of these things unexpectedly.
Impossible, impossible... He was still some distance away from Sheng Liang at the end of the bed, it was impossible for him to kick him... Jiang Jingyuan's eyes were vague.
Sheng Liang was still asking angrily: "Did you kick me down?! Did you..."
"have no idea!"
Jiang Jingyuan pulled down the quilt suddenly and said, "Didn't you leave on your own last night? I let you go, and I didn't care about you anymore. Who knows where you are!"
"Go away and stop making noise here!" Jiang Jingyuan snorted coldly and said.
Sheng Liang was stunned when he heard this, and the anger on his face gradually turned into confusion. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he really fell asleep while walking last night and woke up from the ground this morning?
Sheng Liang turned around in a daze and walked out slowly.
As it stepped out of the door, a flash of inspiration came to it, and it suddenly recalled the fragmented image. It suddenly turned its head and shouted angrily:
"You were the one who put me at the end of the bed! And you even pulled my ears and nose!!"
"Quiet!"
Jiang Jingyuan pulled the quilt over his head and shouted unhappily, "Get out!"
The little fox's expression twisted again and again. He snorted loudly at her and went out.
Jiang Jingyuan fell into the bed and fell asleep again.
The skylight gradually became brighter and more dazzling, with a faint golden tint that was almost white.
In the holy snowy forest, it was quiet and pleasant. The invisible wind came and went, slowly spreading a rare... stench.
Jiang Jingyuan was awakened by the terrible stench.
What’s going on… Jiang Jingyuan was stunned for a moment and began to doubt his nose. Where did the stench in this forest come from?
She frowned and thought, "Maybe it's an illusion." She turned over again, hugged the quilt, closed her eyes and ignored it.
However, she tried to think that the smell was just her illusion, but the smell did not let her go at all. It was too strong and too obvious, making her toss and turn and unable to fall asleep again.
"What the hell is this..." Jiang Jingyuan frowned, suddenly threw back the quilt, and stood up staggeringly, full of resentment.
Jiang Jingyuan stepped out of the bamboo house in wooden clogs. Looking ahead, he saw smoke curling up from cooking not far ahead, and white mist rising in the holy snow.
The familiar little red-haired fox was busy running here and there, and from time to time he lay down on the snow bored and tired, but his eyes were always fixed on the boiler, not daring to move away for a moment.
The heat was so intense that it was intimidating. Jiang Jingyuan didn't go over there. Instead, he stood where he was and shouted in that direction, "Sheng Liang!"
The little red fox lay exhausted on the ground, its chin pressed against the snow, facing the boiler. Upon hearing the sound, only its squinted black eyes turned and looked at her.
"What's that stinky smell..." Jiang Jingyuan frowned and looked around, speechless, "Whose toilet exploded..."
What? Sheng Liang's dark eyes suddenly widened. He blinked blankly, puzzled. "What?"
Jiang Jingyuan thought it hadn't heard clearly, so he raised his voice and said, "I say, whose toilet exploded!"
"What pit toilet?" The little fox raised his head, frowning slightly, and asked with confusion on his face, "Whose pit toilet is this?"
Jiang Jingyuan: "...?"
"Don't you smell this?" Jiang Jingyuan asked curiously, "Don't you smell such a stinky smell?"
Sheng Liang stood up, turned his head and looked around, and asked, "What?"
How could you not understand such a simple sentence... Jiang Jingyuan couldn't help but frown. She was exhausted from saying it over and over again, so she stopped talking and turned back feeling exhausted.
Jiang Jingyuan took two steps, then stopped, sighed, and turned to look at the red-haired fox not far away.
The smell was so horrible it gave her a headache... Jiang Jingyuan took a deep breath, calmed herself, and raised her voice again, shouting, "Don't you smell such a strong smell? What the hell is this smell? It's like someone's toilet exploded!"
The little fox still looked confused, but did as he was told, turning his head and sniffing around.
"Is there?" Jiang Jingyuan asked when he saw this. "Why is there such a stinky smell on this mountain?!"
The little fox paused and blinked.
In an instant, Sheng Liang flew into a rage, his fur standing on end, and he rushed towards her like a ball of blazing fire, screaming:
"What nonsense are you talking about! This is the meat I stewed!!!"
Jiang Jingyuan was stunned.
Half an hour later, at the familiar boulder dining table.
Jiang Jingyuan sat down hesitantly, sniffing the familiar stench, and stared down at the dishes on the stone, his face full of hesitation, not reaching out immediately.
After a moment, she swallowed hard and dryly in her throat and said, "What on earth did you add to it? How could it taste like this..."
"I didn't give you any!" Sheng Liang brought over the plates and bowls, annoyed, but still answered truthfully, "It's just meat, vegetables, and carrots." He then angrily defended himself, "I didn't even put any salt in it!"
Jiang Jingyuan narrowed her eyes, secretly shaking her head and sighing. It stinks... After a long while, she just picked up the cup and drank some water, saying sullenly, "I'll let the smell go after I finish cleaning up."
What a mess this beautiful mountain has become...
Sheng Liang snorted.
The whistling wind blew away all the mixed smells, as if removing some deep-rooted illness, and the snowy forests looked brand new again.
Jiang Jingyuan returned to the bamboo house and fell back into bed, but he had no intention of falling asleep again. He just practiced quietly.
To be honest, she wasn't very firm at the moment, or rather, she was sometimes firm and sometimes wavering, but isn't cultivation the process of constantly weakening obsessions?
In fact, cultivating immortality cannot guarantee when you will become an immortal. The chance of becoming an immortal is determined by fate - there are even some creatures who do not practice cultivation, so the chance of becoming an immortal may be lost.
Fate is all about the word "fate".
Cultivation is simply about consciously breaking down one’s ego and making oneself go faster and closer as much as possible.
When can I finally ascend to heaven?
have no idea.
"It would be great if there were different levels of cultivation..." Jiang Jingyuan closed his eyes, thinking quietly, "That way I could know exactly where I am."
"It lets me know what stage I've reached when a problem occurs, and what other problems I've encountered indicate a new level of progress... and every stuck point has a precise solution."
"...won't make me feel so doubtful and uneasy."
Jiang Jingyuan seemed to be sinking into endless darkness. He sat cross-legged in the darkness alone, talking to himself.
"Everything that can be described is appearance."
A peaceful voice sounded softly in the darkness.
A faint light appeared in the boundless darkness, and the wind blew the gauze, and bright golden sunlight poured into the clean glass windows, falling on the floor and the white round wooden table.
The light and shadow were dazzling, blurry and hazy, with backlit figures appearing in the field of vision.
They sat with her at a round white table covered with long green and gold patterned cushions.
Everyone either picked up their teacups and sipped them with a calm expression, or quietly smiled with joy and love, with eyes full of kindness and compassion.
Jiang Jingyuan was immersed in peace, his brows softened, his expression seemed dazed and confused, he looked at the scene in front of him but did not react for a long time.
A peaceful feeling, a peace of mind to the extreme. Jiang Jingyuan saw the strange scene that suddenly changed before him, but he did not feel the slightest bit of vigilance.
She just leaned casually on the back of the white wooden chair, with an imperceptible, relaxed and gentle smile unconsciously appearing on her face.
"Welcome, my dear."
A holy, ethereal figure in the front right said with a smile.
Jiang Jingyuan smiled and did not respond, but this response was understood by all the "I" present.
At the round table, everyone was looking at everyone else, without saying a word, but with a calm and gentle look on their faces, or an unconscious smile.
Welcome, my dear.
Congratulations, I saw me.
Everyone at the table was silently admiring each other.
Excitement, peace, relaxation, and happiness flowed slowly through the room like a stream, stirring up shivers of satisfaction in everyone's limbs.
"Everything that can be described is appearance."
Jiang Jingyuan suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice. Her heart calmed down a little and she looked in the direction where the voice came from.
In the front left, there sat a vague and illusory gray shadow that could only be barely distinguished as a human figure. His face could not be seen clearly, but it was obvious that he was smiling softly and lovingly.
As she looked over, He also looked over and said:
"Including here, everything you see."
Jiang Jingyuan slowly turned his eyes, slowly looked at the figures around him, and then showed a more obvious smile, and slowly and softly said "hmm".
"I know." Jiang Jingyuan spoke at his usual pace, his tone a little softer, and said, "The truth is indescribable. Even 'indescribable' is a phase."
"Therefore, a realm with a clear standard does not exist." The red-clothed girl on the right said, "We shouldn't even be obsessed with the clear standard realm that others may have mentioned."
She said, "The road is your own. You can only know your own road by walking it yourself."
Jiang Jingyuan smiled and nodded slowly.
Jiang Jingyuan looked at all the illusory figures around her. She felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy from them. She knew who they were and what their experiences were from the silence, but she still asked slowly:
"Is this... my past life...?"
However, it was somewhat surprising that they either shook their heads gently and slowly, or said "no" with a faint expression.
Jiang Jingyuan looked at them in a daze.
Isn't this her previous life?
Then why did they say it was her? Why did she feel so familiar and close to them?
This seemed a little different from what she got from silence.
"We are you, we are me." One person said with a smile.
Jiang Jingyuan looked over and waited quietly for their answer.
"There's never been a past or present life where one thing comes first or the other," the man said. "The past and present lives all exist simultaneously. The past, present, and future all exist simultaneously."
The previously holy and ethereal, vague and illusory figure also smiled and said:
"Just like Jiang Jingyuan and Jiang Yunshu, do you think Jiang Yunshu came first and then Jiang Jingyuan, or did Jiang Jingyuan come first and then Jiang Yunshu?"
Jiang Jingyuan was silent for a moment, then answered truthfully, "I've thought about it out of curiosity, but I don't know."
"You know," the holy figure said, "We are you, and you know the answers to all the questions."
They all smiled and answered:
"Jiang Jingyuan and Jiang Yunshu existed and experienced things at the same time."
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