How many times has this world been reincarnated?

How many times has this universe been restarted?

What kind of identity is everyone, in different reincarnations and different restarts?

What kind of state is each soul in different heaven and earth, in different life and death?

When he didn't understand his previous life, Wang Baole didn't understand all this, and he didn't even have similar questions in his cognition, but after realizing his previous life, he began to think about these questions.

He wanted to know the answer, he didn't want to exist, he wanted to exist.

He wants to know the truth, he doesn't want to be just a building block in a different universe, in reincarnation, he doesn't want to appear in different places again and again, he wants to live and understand.

He knew a lot about the perception of the previous ten lives, but then there were deep doubts, and all these doubts ...... It doesn't matter at this moment, because with the sinking of the divine soul, with the Book of Destiny behind the Heavenly Law Master, page by page, Wang Baole's past life is also displayed in front of his eyes page by page, but ...... His consciousness, too, gradually forgot about himself, slowly forgot everything, and became pure, until he heard the voice of the Heavenly Dharma Master.

"Seventy-Nine ......"

......

"Who am I...... Where am I......" In the dark nothingness, I heard a voice whispering in my ear.

It seemed to come from far away, and it seemed to echo around me, and I didn't know where the voice was, or why it was asking these two words.

The sound reverberated endlessly, as if it were coming out like an eternity, but I didn't hear any response, no one seemed to pay attention to the voice, and I didn't know how to speak, so gradually, this dark nothingness, it seemed that only this voice existed.

Time, too, passes in this nothingness, without any trace.

Perhaps, because of this voice, I also began to think, I ...... Who is ......it? Where is it?

I thought about it for a long time, but there was no answer, and the more I thought about it, the more dazed I became, until for a moment, I heard a voice.

"Who am I...... Where am I ......"

The voice was familiar, and after it came out, I waited a while and heard an echo.

Then I realized that the first thing I heard was my own voice, and I ...... It seems that this sentence has been repeated for an unknown number of years.

This discovery made my emotions fluctuate a little, and I didn't know what to call it, so I continued to think about it until I remembered a word for a long time.

Glad!

Yes, this emotion should be called happy, and I am happy because I have discovered the origin of that voice, but how do I know the word happy......

I was confused, so I continued to think, but this time, before I could think of the answer, this dark nothingness that did not exist in my eyes suddenly ...... There is a light!

This light seemed to come from the outside world, reflecting the whole nothingness, and then ...... It never disappeared, and the whole nothingness also changed at this moment, and I saw a finger, which quickly condensed and became a hand.

A hand that seemed to grasp me, and then I saw the arms, and the body, until the whole person appeared in my eyes, and it was a young man, who had his eyes closed, not opened.

I was surprised, because this young man struck me as familiar, but unfamiliar, and before I could continue to think, this nothingness reverberated around after the appearance of this first person.

As the ripples spread, I saw a table, and saw other tables and chairs appear around me one after another, until a teahouse appeared in front of me, and then the ripples spread again, and other buildings, rivers, and trees appeared outside the teahouse, and soon a small town seemed to be painted.

Then...... The ripples spread out widely, and I saw the earth, the sky, other cities, and a star from a blur to reality.

Before it ended, I saw the starry sky outside this star again, and in the ripple reverberation, other stars appeared, many, many, and as they appeared, a universe, a world, unfolded in front of me.

Then, life appeared.

All living beings, all living beings, appeared at this moment, as if there had never been, in every position where they were needed, men and women, old and young, different species, different breaths, but they remained still and did not move.

And the young man who held me, he lay on the table, did not move, but he clung to me, as if even at the end of his life, he would not let go.

But I don't really like him.

Just as I was thinking about why I didn't like him, the whole world suddenly seemed to be injected with life and vitality, and in an instant...... All living beings moved.

The wind appeared, the sun softened, the leaves swayed, the river flowed, and the sound of song and laughter, crying and roaring came out in every corner of the world.

In the teahouse, there was a sudden sound of excitement, and at this time, the young man who held me to death trembled slightly, opened his eyes, and raised his head.

The moment he looked up, I saw his eyes.

I saw myself reflected in my eyes.

It was a black plank, and he held it in his hand tightly, and then ...... I was lifted up and slammed on the table, and there was a crisp snap.

In this sound, the world in front of me began to continue, and I saw the life of Sun De, who became the most high-profile storyteller in this county, married the daughter of a large family, inherited the inheritance, had enough food and clothing, and loved his wife for a lifetime, until he died with a smile at the age of eighty-nine.

And I, because my descendants couldn't break Sun De's fingers, so I was buried with him.

Although I don't like him, I have to admit that it is quite interesting to watch his performance in this life, and as for being buried with him, it is nothing, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared and turned into darkness again, and my consciousness fell into darkness again.

Until I heard a voice.

"Seventy-eight. ”

The appearance of this voice seemed to turn into a whirlpool, and it jerked me into the ...... In the nothingness of light, I can't remember who I am, I can't remember everything, I'm thinking about a question.

"Who am I...... Where am I ......"

My voice echoed until I thought for a long time, and the light appeared in the void, and the world appeared in front of me, and the first thing that appeared was a young man formed after a finger slowly spread, and he was lying on the table, clutching me in his hands.

His name is Sun De, I am a little familiar, there are strangers, his life is very good, he became a storyteller, although he did not marry the daughter of a big family in a small town, but he returned to the capital, and obtained fame, although he was imprisoned in his later years, but overall, it is still very exciting, as for me...... Always held in his hands by him, never leaving for a moment.

Unfortunately, after his death, the world disappeared and I heard a voice.

"Seventy-seven. ”

This voice dragged me back into nothingness, until I, who had forgotten everything, saw the light, saw the world, and saw Sun De.

"Seventy-six. ”

......

"Thirty-one. ”

......

"XIV. ”

......

"Three. ”

Again and again, again and again, from the time I realized that it was wrong, until I was not surprised, because I figured out that I was in a process, and after this life, I would forget this life, and I would forget the special memories of the past and future lives......

Strange, how could I feel this way? Why do I know that I am recalling?

If you don't understand, it doesn't matter, as long as there is a story to watch, although in this story, it must be Sun De's different life.

But I'm curious if there will be a different picture when we meet for the first time