Chapter 884 Memory Rotation
at the same time,
The starry lion seemed to have noticed something, and looked back at the end of the bustling street.
Two sets of eyes crossed the crowded and smiling crowd, and touched each other in an instant... At this moment, an inexplicable feeling grew in Chen Ling's heart.
Chen Ling didn't know how to describe this feeling. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important. After seeing those eyes, some kind of dusty memory began to loosen. It was the relationship between him and the owner of those eyes. a period of time in the past.
Before Chen Ling could recall it carefully, Xingshi turned around and walked toward the depths of the alleyway alone amid the applause of everyone.
Chen Ling froze on the spot for a moment, suddenly came to her senses, and immediately moved through the crowded crowd, trying to catch up with the figure of the awakening lion...
He spent a lot of effort to pass through the crowd, through the lively fire-breathing, hoop jumping, and jugglery performances on the street, turned around and turned into the alley where the figure of the awakening lion disappeared, and ran forward at full speed!
Huh-huh-
Chen Ling ran with some difficulty.
The cheers and applause faded away behind him, and loneliness and emptiness came to him like a tide;
The narrow alley gradually blurred, as if what he was running was not the alley, but someone's long inner road... Chen Ling realized that this was not his memory.
He entered the depths of another person's memory.
Chen Ling ran in the alley for a long time. Finally, a glimmer of light appeared at the end of the darkness... Chen Ling rushed into the glimmer of light without hesitation.
His eyes suddenly opened up.
It was a desolate open space. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but loess and a few dead trees;
The excitement and hustle and bustle came from behind. An ancient city with lights and colorful firecrackers was located not far away, as if it was immersed in the New Year's Eve celebration.
Chen Ling didn't know which dynasty this was, but he could feel that this place should be quite far away from his era...
But what remains unchanged is that everyone in the city is immersed in joy just like the streets just now.
"Master...has the time come?"
A voice came from behind, and Chen Ling looked back. Unexpectedly, two figures were already standing on the desolate land.
One is a young man who was wearing a lion dance costume just now. He is sweating profusely, as if he has just finished a performance, and is holding a tattered lion costume in his arms; the figure of the other person has been blurred, but it looks like he has just finished a performance. He looks like an old man.
"Well, we're here." The old man stretched out his hand, touched Sun Bumian's head, and said softly,
"Without sleep... you will die amidst the noise of gongs and drums."
Sun Bimian asked worriedly: "Am I really going to die?"
"You die amidst the noise of gongs and drums, but you will be reborn amidst beautiful prayers... Sleepless, your path is different from everyone else's. You are the embodiment of auspiciousness in the world." The old man put his hands on his back and looked at the city in the distance where everyone was celebrating. Said seriously,
"As long as there are people in this world praying for happiness, you will live forever."
"oh……"
Sun Bumian nodded as if he understood, "Then can I still see Master?"
The old man laughed, "Although you will not die of old age, you are still human after all. Every sixty years, you will fall into death's sleep... It will not be until one year later that someone nearby prays for good luck and happiness, and you will wake up from the prayer.
Master's body is still strong, and he can still afford to wait for a year. "
"That's good."
Sun Bumian breathed a sigh of relief.
The old man brushed his sleeves and said, "The master will leave first."
Sun Bumian nodded obediently. The old man turned around and walked a few steps. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and said:
"Sleepless."
"What's wrong, Master?"
"You are the embodiment of good fortune and wishful thinking. You can seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. As long as you think about it, you can spend every life without disaster... No matter what happens in the future, take care of yourself... Do you know?"
"I see."
The old man glanced at Sun Bumian for the last time, walked toward the bustling city alone, and gradually disappeared at the end of the horizon.
After watching him leave, Sun Bumian walked around, took out a shovel from under a dead tree, and started digging into the ground bit by bit...
Bang bang bang bang——
Fireworks and firecrackers are going on endlessly,
Everyone in the city was celebrating. While looking at the hustle and bustle in the distance, Sun Bumian quietly dug a grave for himself... Chen Ling watched this scene quietly. He didn't know what Sun Bumian was thinking, but a feeling of loneliness came over him. .
After an unknown amount of time, a flat pit appeared on the ground.
Sun Bumian took one last look at the city in the distance and reluctantly lay down in the pit with his hands folded on his chest.
As he thought, the lion hood that had always been placed not far away seemed to come to life. Colorful flames intertwined into the body of the lion. The sleepless figure is drowned.
In the end, Sun Bumian disappeared on the desolate land.
The colorful flames dissipated from the waking lion, and it turned back into a hood, rolling down on Sun Bu Mian's grave, covered with dust and silent.
Only then did Chen Ling walk forward. He walked slowly to the flat land, bent down and picked up the lion hood...
He patted the dust on it and looked at the familiar hood, struggling in his eyes, as if a memory was about to burst out of the ground.
"You have to wait for him." A voice came from behind.
Chen Ling looked back and saw a white-haired figure wrapped in bandages, standing silently behind the dead tree.
"Who are you?" Chen Ling asked.
"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."
"Where is this place? What on earth have I forgotten?"
Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a moment, and pointed to the land under him, "When he wakes up, you will know."
Chen Ling looked down at his feet blankly, his mind was blank... But after hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged beside the grave.
"The auspicious incarnation of reincarnation every sixty years..." Chen Ling muttered to himself,
"Who... are you?"
...
Sun Bumian slowly opened his eyes.
The bone-chilling wind mixed with cold rain, drifting down on his thin Tang suit, a chill made him shiver.
"Where is this?"
Sun Bumian looked around and found himself in front of the gate of a luxurious manor, with houses extending to the north on both sides, and the blue-green aurora was like a ribbon, silently surging above his head.
Sun Bumian looked at the auroras and felt as if he knew where this place was, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it...
Just then, the gate of the manor suddenly opened,
and a figure stumbled out of it, losing his balance as if kicked out by someone, and fell headfirst in front of Sun Bumian, with dust flying up.
"You bastard, you dare to contradict me as a servant?"