BSI Chapter 62 I know how to do it
Chapter 62 I know how to do it
Chapter 62 I will be back
"Ding, the sign-in mission is completed. The reward is the awakening of the Donghuang Bell."
I haven't had time to take a look at the forbidden ice land in front of me.
"Oh my god!" Jiang Siming felt like every cell in his body was about to explode.
"System, are you kidding me? Is this the place for awakening?" Jiang Siming roared, but it was useless. The system ignored him.
Feeling the change in Jiang Siming's aura, the little fox was about to ask when he was blown away by a violent force from Jiang Siming's body.
Jiang Siming slowly fell into a coma.
"Are you kidding me? It's another illusion test. System, can you come up with something new?" Jiang Siming was about to vomit. Hundreds of reincarnations, isn't that enough?
Jiang Siming was complaining when the surroundings suddenly became chaotic. It was not darkness, but turbidity.
"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Siming was a little confused. This place didn't seem like an illusion.
After an unknown amount of time, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Siming's eyes. Jiang Siming couldn't help but use his hands to block the extremely dazzling light. In a trance, Jiang Siming seemed to see a figure holding a huge axe and being chopped non-stop.
"What the hell? Pangu created the world?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but complain.
Suddenly, the speed at which the man was chopped was increased countless times, and Jiang Siming found that the surroundings were changing rapidly. Suddenly, three streams of light appeared around the man in front of him, circled around him, and then flew away quickly.
Mountains, rivers, grass, trees, birds and animals began to slowly appear. But the figure in front of him had disappeared long ago.
Just like that, Jiang Siming looked at the scenery in front of him, which changed faster and faster every once in a while. He really didn't understand whether this was an assessment or not. If it was an assessment, there would always be a breakthrough, but this was endless and Jiang Siming felt exhausted and couldn't see the end.
It had been so long that Jiang Siming had seen giants as big as mountains being pecked out of their eyes by giant birds that flew from nowhere. He had also seen fairies flying around, and had also seen wild beasts in the mountains and forests transform into human forms. But these gods, demons, and monsters could not see Jiang Siming.
At first Jiang Siming found it interesting, but gradually he felt bored and numb.
Suddenly one day, a bell rang, and auspicious signs descended from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground.
"Lying on nine layers of clouds, the truth is revealed on a futon. Beyond the black and yellow sky and earth, I am the master of teaching. Pan Gu gave birth to Tai Chi, and the two rituals and four images followed. One teaching passed down to three friends, and the two teachings explained the truth. The Xuanmen all led the show, and one Qi transformed into Hongjun. "
The words of the great way echo between heaven and earth.
Jiang Siming's body changed again, and now he appeared in a huge palace.
Jiang Siming looked at the old Taoist sitting on the cushion in front of him, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his empty eyes.
"Is this Hongjun Daozu?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but speak.
"Daoyou, please take a seat." An emotionless voice sounded, but Hongjun Daozu did not speak. A cushion flew behind Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming was shocked that the person in front of him actually saw him.
"You can see me!" Jiang Siming said nervously.
"I can't see you, but I can feel that you do exist, but maybe it was a long time ago." Daozu Hongjun spoke again.
"Are you saying that the conversation between us is a conversation that transcends time?" Jiang Siming was no longer afraid. He thought that the other party might not be able to do anything to him?
"good."
"Then do you know why I am here? How can I go back?" Jiang Siming asked urgently again.
"I don't know. How many small worlds are there among the 3000 big worlds? How many different dimensions are there? I only know about the ancient things, and I am definitely not omniscient and omnipotent." For the first time, Daozu showed some disappointment.
Jiang Siming stopped talking, but was thinking about something. The system actually let him see these and let him talk to Hongjun Patriarch. After all, it wanted to tell him something, or just wanted him to understand something.
The scene accelerated again, Jiang Siming was sitting on a cushion, with Patriarch Hongjun next to him.
The three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace looked curiously at the empty cushion beside Hongjun, the ancestor, but no one dared to speak up and question him.
Jiang Siming did not listen to a word of Hongjun Daozu's teachings. After all, they were from different systems. He did not feel that there was any great truth in these classical Chinese texts. Apart from being obscure and difficult to understand, he felt nothing at all.
The scene fast-forwarded again, and the cycle repeated itself. Jiang Siming wasted his time in this endless cycle.
Jiang Siming simply lay down to sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by tall buildings, bustling and noisy.
"Jiangcheng!" Jiang Siming felt the familiar streets.
"Am I back?"
"Is this my hometown?" Jiang Siming shuttled through the crowd but couldn't contact anyone.
Jiang Siming ran desperately, wanting to go back to the place where he was born and take another look at that familiar place.
People are nostalgic. Even though he traveled through time and space and had a system, Jiang Siming didn't seem to think about his past life at all. He always forgot his parents in his past life. But is this really the case?
Jiang Siming was running, but the picture was speeding up little by little.
"No! No! Stop! I said stop!" Jiang Siming roared, bursting out with unprecedented strength.
The picture really stopped, and Jiang Siming continued running, as if he didn't feel tired at all.
I don't know how long I ran. Jiang Siming gradually lost the feeling of his legs. He fell to the ground with a plop. Jiang Siming desperately relied on his hands and crawled forward little by little.
Finally, I arrived at the familiar village again. The sunset was still so innocent and never played hide-and-seek. It was hidden between the bare branches that had long since rotted.
This time, the setting sun did not penetrate Jiang Siming like the crowd, but gently caressed Jiang Siming's face.
Jiang Siming stood up shakily and walked on the bumpy mud road. His feet felt even heavier afterwards.
Jiang Siming finally arrived at his home.
The huge stump of the locust tree was like a scar, lying across the house that seemed about to collapse at any time, fixed as the last supporting beam.
"Old man, come out. It's dark now, and you don't even know to harvest the beans." A slightly weathered-looking woman walked out of the house.
"Oh, I forgot. Blame me, blame me!" A deep male voice came from inside the house. The sound of the wooden bed creaking was followed by the man getting off the bed with difficulty.
The man walked out of the door, but when he tried to straighten his back, he found that his temples had already turned white and he was no longer young.
"When do you think he can come back tomorrow? I miss him so much." The woman's voice was filled with worry and tenderness.
"The child is already so old, why do you care so much? He will get annoyed with you later." The deep male voice came again, with stubbornness and unwillingness.
The child grew up, but he grew old.
Jiang Siming could no longer see clearly what was ahead, and everything seemed blurry.
"Dad! Mom!" Jiang Siming yelled with all his might, but it was in vain.
"I will be back! Wait for me!" Jiang Siming finally fell backwards and closed his eyes.
(End of this chapter)