The Lingsha clan is pregnant with a group of otherworldly people, and they all carry the mark of a grain of sand on their bodies, and this mark is the inner body that everyone in the clan talks about!

"Father, what is the inside of the body?"

"Child, the inner body is just the grain of spiritual sand in each of us, which is full of endless variables. When you grow up, the spiritual sand in your body will give birth to different lives or aura. ”

Mo Xun sat alone under the eaves, recalling what his father said to him when he was a child. Looking at the tree in the small courtyard, it seems that the picture from ten years ago is presented in front of me again.

At that time, the father was holding Xiao Mo Xun in his arms, and the father and son relied on the little tree to tell the knowledge about Lingsha.

Xiao Mo Xun played with his father's long beard and asked, "How can we let Lingsha give birth to a new life?"

Father said: "Everyone's spiritual sand will give birth to different lives, and spiritual sand implies the Great Dao. Each person's spirit sand attribute is different, and the life that is bred is different. For example, his father's spirit sand attribute is fire, and now he is born with a fire spirit. It's just that my father's path is too shallow to give birth to the world of fire like those strong people. ”

Xiao Mo Xun listened attentively, and suddenly heard that Lingsha could give birth to a world, and he was surprised to forget that his hand was still holding his father's beard, and he pulled off a strand of beard.

Father sighed in pain, gently pinched Mo Xun's little face, and scolded with a smile: "Why are you so surprised, you little ghost, and pulled off your father's beard." ”

"Hehe, I'm just curious. Does my father know what the attributes of my Lingsha are?" Xiao Mo Xun blinked his big watery eyes, waiting for his father's answer expectantly.

Father touched Xiao Mo Xun's head, shook his head and sighed: "Your Lingsha is a little special, and my father doesn't know what attributes it is, I guess you'll know it when you grow up." ”

Time flies, and now Mo Xun is a fifteen-year-old boy.

"Hey, what is the attribute of my spirit sand?" Mo Xun rubbed his eyes, looked at the tree in front of him that had grown up with him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Just as Mo Xun was pondering, a woman's voice came from the humble hut: "Mo Xun, today is your father's sacrifice day, and when you worship your father later, kowtow a few times in front of the grave, your father's favorite is you." ”

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about my father and me. Aren't you and Lao Wang doing well now?" Mo Xun's eyes were full of disdain, and he patted his ass and left the yard.

At this time, a woman dressed in fancy clothes walked out of the house, looked at Mo Xun outside the small courtyard with her hands on her waist, and shouted: "You little bastard, you complain every day about me and your uncle Wang's affairs. What's wrong with his old king, your father has been gone for five years, if it weren't for your uncle Wang and our mother in the past five years, would we be able to live to this day?"

Mo Xunqiang held back tears and turned his head to point at the woman in the courtyard. shouted: "I'm fed up with other people's eyes, the people in the clan say that you are a water-based poplar woman, and they also say that I am a wild seed born to you and monsters, because my spirit sand has no attributes, and people who have no attribute spirit sand are waste!"

This woman is Mo Xun's mother, named Chu Yingxun.

Their mother and son often quarreled, and when they heard the noise, the surrounding neighbors came out and pointed at them.

"Come and see, everyone, Ono has quarreled with that rotten woman again, and they are not ashamed. ”

"That's right, I've never seen such a shameless woman as her, her husband died less than a year ago and fooled around with other men, no wonder she was able to give birth to a waste son, this is the retribution that a rotten woman deserves!"

Listening to these people chattering and insulting herself, Chu Yingxun shed tears, but there was mockery in her eyes, she looked at the people around her, and yelled: "You snobs, my husband did so many things for you during his lifetime, and none of them came to visit our orphans and widows after he died." Only Brother Wang has been taking care of our mother and son. Now it's disgusting to look at all of you dignified!"

"This rotten woman dares to scold us, it's really shameful!" I don't know which aunt shouted, everyone rushed into the yard, pressed Chu Yingxun to the ground and beat him violently.

Chu Yingxun was pressed to the ground by everyone, she could only swallow her anger, tears flowed uncontrollably, but she never begged for mercy.

Mo Xun looked at his mother's miserable eyes, his heart seemed to be torn apart, after all, mother and son were connected. So, he clenched his fists and quickly ran back into the courtyard and fought with the men.

But the mother and son couldn't beat so many people, and after these people left, their mother and son had been beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, and they couldn't even stand up.

Chu Yingxun looked at his son and said with a wry smile: "You little bastard, don't you look down on your mother, why are you stupidly running back and waiting to be beaten?"

Mo Xun snorted lightly and turned his head away.

Soon after, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties ran into the yard, and when he saw the beaten mother and son covered in bruises, he scolded angrily and helped the mother and son into the house. Then he went outside and quickly bought some bone-setting medicine and came back.

This middle-aged man is called Wang Ting, that is, the old king that Chu Yingxun said.

Mo Xun and his mother were lying on the bed, Wang Ting sat on the edge of the bed, and said with an indignant face: "Those people are really too disagreeable, why do they always bully you orphans and widows. ”

"This can't be completely blamed on them, the woman who performs in the Qinglou is originally the lowest, and she is the character who is shouted and beaten by everyone. Chu Yingxun sighed lightly.

Wang Ting snorted coldly: "Although you are in the Qinglou, you don't sell your art. The whole city knew about it. Back then, Mo followed his father's instructions to me to take care of your mother and son, but I couldn't do it, I'm really useless!"

"I can't blame you, if you want to blame it, it's strange that people's hearts are not ancient and the world is cold!" Chu Yingxun sighed lightly, and then closed his eyes: "I want to rest." ”

Wang Ting shook his head and left.

After Wang Ting left, Chu Yingxun opened his eyes, endured the pain all over his body, and slowly walked out of bed. At this time, Mo Xun had already fallen asleep.

But at this time, Mo Xun was not really sleeping, but entered a wonderful realm.

In the endless darkness, a grain of white sand floated silently in the air, and Mo Xun saw such a scene at this moment. He slowly walked in front of the grain of sand, reaching out to touch it, but he couldn't touch it, as if he were touching air.

"A grain of sand in the dark, why am I here?"

Just as Mo Xun was thinking, a thunderclap suddenly sounded overhead, and then a heavy rain fell here. Mo Xun's clothes were soaked by the rain and couldn't help but sneeze.

He looked up at the darkness and saw a ray of light shining through. Slowly, the darkness cleared, a clear sky appeared overhead, and the heavy rain stopped.

His feet also became earth, and a grain of sand floating in the air became a bright green shoot.

The sun shines on the top of the shoot, and the shoot grows rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it grows into a sapling. The sapling fell and took root in the ground, and soon grew into a large tree.

When the tree grows, a flock of birds flies over and lands on the treetops to rest.

After the flock of birds flew away, the fallen leaves returned to their roots and sprinkled the ground with withered yellow.

These fallen leaves become saplings, and they thrive, gradually forming a forest.

Mo Xun had been quietly watching the changes here, and at this time, he saw the formation of a world. The grain of sand is gone, and what appears in front of Mo Xun is a great river and mountain, birds and beasts are running, everything is endless, a thriving scene.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xun saw the scene of everything declining and the sky falling apart. In this way, one scene of prosperity and another scene of decline.

Mo Xun has seen the vicissitudes of this world and witnessed the endless way of reincarnation.

At this time, his heart became much clearer, and he suddenly realized at this time. He already knew that what he was seeing was the growth and change of the spiritual sand in his body.

At this time, he knew that his spirit sand was not attributeless, to be precise, it was an attribute created out of nothing.

Prosperity and decline, or pole Tailai. This kind of change out of nothing is the truth of the reincarnation of the Great Dao. Mo Xun comprehended this, and suddenly woke up from his intoxication.

At this time, Mo Xun was still lying on the bed. He raised his arm, looked at the imprint of the spirit sand in his palm, his eyes were full of hope and confidence, and muttered, "From now on, I am no longer a waste!"

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he slowly walked out of bed, feeling some pain in his body. Hungry, he went to the kitchen to find food.

When he came to the kitchen, he found his mother lying on the floor. There are also two dishes on the stove.

Mo Xun snorted lightly, walked up to his mother, and said, "Is it interesting to pretend to be dead? ”

Mo Xun thought that his mother was pretending to be dead, because Chu Yingxun had been trying to make his son happy all these years. But Chu Yingxun has been ignoring it.

However, at this time, Mo Xun was a little panicked, turned his mother's body over, and found that his lips had turned purple and his face was pale.

Mo Xun trembled and stretched out his hand to put it under her nostrils, and found that there was no breathing anymore, and his body was cold!

"Don't scare me, I'm not a piece of waste. I've discovered the secret of Lingsha, and I won't let anyone bully you anymore. Mother, wake up, don't scare me, don't scare me......"

No matter how Mo Xun shouted, his mother couldn't answer.

Tears soaked Mo Xun's clothes, and he regretted it now. In the past five years since my father's death, I haven't said a word to my mother in harmony, and almost everything I say to her is a collision!

Now that his loved one is dead, he never has a chance to confess to his mother again.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait!

Mo Xun picked up his mother's body and found that she was clutching a piece of paper tightly in her hand. Mo Xun took out this piece of paper and saw that it was written:

"Xun'er, you've grown up. I don't need my mother's protection anymore, I miss what you were like when you were a child. Now that your mother is a burden to you, you are able to stand on your own. I'm gone, don't think about me. From now on you will be free. When you are in trouble, I will go to you Uncle Wang, he is really a good person. I...... Finally able to be reunited with your father. ”

Mo Xun held his mother's cold hand tightly, and even if he couldn't wake up the dearest person even if he called for it.

There was a knock at the door. Mo Xun knew that no one came to his house except for the royal court. He wiped tears from his face, walked over and gently pushed the door open.

Wang Ting looked at Mo Xun's red and swollen eyes and exclaimed, "What's the matter, what are you crying about?"

Mo Xun knelt in front of the royal court with a puff, tears poured out uncontrollably, and he cried out heartbreakingly: "I am a beast, and my mother died for me." I'm sorry for her, Uncle Wang, you beat me, you beat me to death!"

This is the first time that Mo Xun has called Wang Ting Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang trembled when he heard this, helped Mo Xun up, and the two walked to the kitchen together.

Looking at the cold corpse lying on the ground, Wang Ting closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then raised his slap and slapped Mo Xun's face hard.

Mo Xun did not resist, his eyes stared directly at his mother's corpse, and let the tears fall to the ground.

Wang Ting looked at Mo Xun and shouted: "I slapped this slap for your mother, she went to the Qinglou to perform in order to support you and support this family, regardless of the eyes of others." And you, you only know how to complain every day, but you never think about how much your mother has suffered in the past few years!"

Mo Xun was silent, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing heavily to his mother's corpse.

Wang Ting pulled Mo Xun up, slapped him again, and snorted: "This slap of mine is because you are not angry! Your mother doesn't want to see you look cowardly now." What is your confession to a corpse, and if you want her soul to rest in peace, stand up for me and prove by your actions that you are a man who stands up to the sky!"

Mo Xun wiped away his tears, looked directly into Wang Ting's eyes, and said loudly: "I will prove myself, I will silence those who have insulted my mother!"

Wang Ting sighed lightly, patted Mo Xun's shoulder, and said, "Bury your mother." ”

Chu Yingxun's grave is buried next to her husband.

Mo Xun stood alone in front of his parents' graves, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on this bleak forest.

"Mother, you are now reunited with your father below. Maybe it's the best outcome for you, finally being able to get away from it all and be carefree. I figured it out to get ahead no matter what. I'm going to the Lingsha Temple, and only by going there can I improve my skills. Uncle Wang has already given me enough entanglement, so you and my father don't have to worry about me anymore. I will come back to pay respects to you when I have learned something, and Uncle Wang has promised me that I will clean your graves every year. The child is gone, don't read it. ”

Mo Xun carried the package on his back and reluctantly left the woods.

The leaves are bleak, and the figures are lonely.

Lingsha Hall is thousands of miles away from Mo Xun's hometown of Qingliu City, and Mo Xun embarked on the road to leave his hometown with firm determination.