I couldn't hear any sound, nor could I see anything. I could only feel everything moving away from me bit by bit. After eighty years of sailing and mastering thousands of spiritual words, I still came to the end.
But the will in my heart is always clear...
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——I am still sailing on the sea, with neither joy nor happiness.
With only one-tenth of the journey completed, I will disembark, but the new captain, in my appearance, will still set sail, steer the boat, and seek the treasures of the sea to fulfill my thousand-year wish.
If there is an iceberg, go and hit it. If there is a shark, don't be afraid.
However, time is long, and generations carry it and swim through it.
I have passed away, but "Li Mingyue" is eternal.
——Even after a thousand years, "I" am still on this warm land of the human world, chanting the thoughts of the old gods and ascending to the ideal country.
That is it.
That's it.
Thousands of blessings,
Thousands of blessings.
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——Welcome back to this beautiful world.
0002-"Leaving the Bright Moon".
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Thousands of years later.
The sun was shining and the crowds were noisy.
White pigeons are perched beside the fountain in Daoya City.
"Godfather, how do we divide this bread..." the young man with black hair and black eyes asked me.
I smiled and taught him step by step: "...This line is the division of the quantity. One small bag per person. Each bag should contain two loaves of bread, which are about the same size. Look carefully."
White doves flapped their wings and the crowds of people came and went.
The old god lowered his head and unwrapped the bread, as if he was just an ordinary person in the world.
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