Chapter 2072: When the heart dies, it forgets

In the rain curtain, in the sound of rain, this soft voice is like a gentle whisper, spreading around, and with the sound of the rain, it seems to merge together, forming a dreamy sound from the past.

The butterfly next to Qinghong landed in her palm, which she held gently to protect it from the rain and wind. It seemed as if she were the butterfly, but she didn’t know if anyone in this world could protect her from the same rain and wind.

She turned around and saw a stranger in white under an oil-paper umbrella.

“Red Butterfly… that’s a beautiful name.” Qinghong looked at the young man with white hair and smiled. The smile bloomed, making her look like a proud rose, blooming on its own.

“If you like, you can become a red butterfly.” Wang Lin looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and scenes from the past on the Zhuque Star in the Cave Realm appeared in his eyes.

The woman smiled slightly, but did not speak. She looked at Wang Lin, and their eyes met in the wind and rain, lingering for a long time.

“I have seen you, in my dreams, when I became the third step, I saw you.” Qinghong looked at Wang Lin and spoke softly.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Wang Lin’s gaze moved away from the woman and looked at the rain curtain in the distance.

“Do you believe in it?” the woman asked.

“I…” Wang Lin paused for a moment, and after a long time, he nodded.

“I believe.”

“If even the white-haired Yue Tianzun believes it, then I believe it too.” The woman turned around and looked at the rain curtain, saying softly.

“I always felt that I was waiting for someone to give me an answer… When I became the third step, I knew that the person I was waiting for was you.

I have always wondered if I had a past life, otherwise, why do I like red and butterflies? I have also been wondering, liking something, it can’t be out of the blue, there must be a reason, if it’s not the cause of this life, then it’s the cause of the past.

My past life was called Red Butterfly, wasn’t it?” The woman didn’t turn around, her voice was calm.

“But in my dreams, it seems that in my past life, there was another life… In that life, I also saw you.”

Wang Lin was stunned.

“In that life, I remember you asked me a question, a question that I have not yet received an answer to. Do you want to hear it?” Qinghong looked at the horizon and said softly.

“What question did I ask you?” Wang Lin was silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth.

“Do you want to keep the memories of this life, or recover the memories of your past life?” Qinghong turned around and looked at Wang Lin. There was a ray of light in her beautiful eyes that Wang Lin could not see through.

“Past and present lives can coexist, but when you recover your past life memories, you will have a lot more worries in this life. If you don’t recover them, you won’t know. If you do know, you won’t be able to forget them. This is my understanding.” Qinghong’s voice was a little sad, and she muttered in a low voice.

“What did you answer me at the time?” Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of him with a confused look in his eyes and asked.

“Forget the past, only this life remains. If you persist, the cycle of reincarnation is a kind of pain and also a kind of confusion.” Qinghong’s eyes were complicated, and she muttered.

“I understand.” Wang Lin sighed. He knew that Hongdie had remembered something, but what she said about the past lives of the past lives made Wang Lin’s heart tremble. He thought of the pavilion in the Zhuque Star Dream Road, where he saw a woman holding a baby girl and coming to him under the rain.

There was a red butterfly in the rain, sheltering from the rain under the leaves. When the woman asked him to name the baby girl, he said the words “red butterfly.”

Wang Lin turned and walked away in silence. He knew the choice of the red butterfly.

“I have forgotten a lot of the memories of that life, but I remember you and this problem, and… another person… he said something to you.

I still remember that sentence.” Qinghong closed her eyes and her voice was soft.

“What was it?” Wang Lin didn’t pause, and walked into the rain.

“When the heart dies, it forgets…”

Wang Lin, who was inside the rain curtain, suddenly shuddered. He turned around sharply, his eyes showing shock. This shock came from his soul, making him silent in the rain. The oil-paper umbrella he was holding in his hand was also unconsciously loosened and fell toward the ground, getting wet in the rain.

“Mo Zhi.” Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with the memory of that night in the temple on the Red Bird Star when he was still a low-level disciple. It was also a rainy night, and a bald man with confused eyes looked at him and said those words.

“This rain, born in the sky, dies in the ground, and the process in between is life…”

“When the heart dies, it forgets…”

Those words echoed in Wang Lin’s mind, and the bald man’s gaze clearly appeared. In that gaze, there was something that Wang Lin couldn’t see at the time, but now, when he thought back, there was a clear pain and compassion.

Wang Lin left, with confusion, with the answer he didn’t want to think about, and left here.

Qinghong looked into the distance in the direction of Wanglin’s disappearance, standing there for a long time, until the rain in the sky and earth had dispersed. She let go of her hand, and in the palm of her hand, the butterfly fluttered its wings, circling around her and flying away in the distance.

“When will you forget… perhaps, you will never choose to do so.” Qinghong lowered her head, with a sense of decline and loneliness, and turned and walked into the cave.

Wang Lin was silent all the way between heaven and earth.

“Reincarnation, when I went to open the memories of others’ reincarnations, I didn’t think about whether I was also in a reincarnation… If I really were in this reincarnation, then who would open my memories of my past life for me?” Wang Lin thought, and suddenly laughed up at the sky. In his laughter, tears flowed down his eyes.

“Reincarnation, this is reincarnation! But even if I am really in this reincarnation, then I will never choose to forget, never, never! In that laughter, Wang Lin suddenly thought of the figure he had seen in the ancestral temple of the ancient capital, when he had experienced the three gods of the ancient road, roaring and crying to the sky.

The words of that figure seemed to echo in his ears once again.

“Heaven and earth!

“What is the point of being at the top of the world!

“What is the use of all the people bowing down to you!

“What is the use of the Infinite Jiejing!

“If this world is so, why not destroy it!

“Since the living beings are like this, why not dissipate them!

“Since the sutra is like this, why not keep passing it on!

“If so, I will use my own way to make the sky close its eyes, the earth fall asleep, the underworld flow backwards, the cycle of reincarnation stop, and the sky from now on… be free of thoughts!

Wang Lin muttered, repeating the sound that echoed in his ears. The sound gradually grew louder and louder, finally shaking the heavens and earth, causing the sky to roll and the earth to rumble, as if setting off a storm across the entire Xiangang continent.

In the southwest of Linhuazhou, in the Xianzhu continent, there is a mortal city. The city is very large, and from a distance it looks like a giant beast lying down, giving people a sense of grandeur.

In the city, in a remote corner, there is a blacksmith shop, which is doing quite well, allowing the family to live well. This is mainly because the male owner of the blacksmith shop treats every piece of ironware with great care and is very responsible. It has taken many years to gain a good reputation here.

The man is a big man, about thirty years old, quite strong, and is currently in the shop, shirtless, constantly hammering iron. From the shop, there is a constant sound of clanging.

In the backyard of the shop, the family lives. The man has a beautiful and virtuous wife and an eight-year-old daughter. At this moment, the little girl is in the shop, not complaining about the heat, looking at her father, and from time to time running to get a towel to wipe his sweat.

Every time this happens, the man will smile happily.

He is very satisfied with his current life. Although it is simple, he has a lovely daughter and a wife who loves him. This is very satisfying to him. He wants to do his best to maintain this family, make his life better, and make his daughter’s future better.

To achieve this goal, he works hard at the blacksmith’s shop, doing everything with great care and diligence.

His life is simple, but in this simplicity, there is a warmth that he cherishes. He was born in this city, and there are still many playmates who grew up together. Now they have all started families, but they still get together to drink, laugh, and reminisce about the fun times of their youth.

In the night, he sometimes has a dream when he is asleep. In the dream, he is like a god, leading his followers to fight against the enemy.

In the dream, there is parting, there is passion, there is sadness. In the dream, he also has a daughter, who seems to be called Frost… the same name as his current daughter.

However, this dream is, after all, unreal. Every time he wakes up from the dream, he is confused, looking out the window at the night sky, and he is stunned. His heart seems to have a longing for everything in the dream, but every time at this time, he will look down at his sleeping wife, and at his daughter, who still does not dare to sleep alone after the age of eight, in his wife’s arms, he will forget everything in the dream with a smile.

If he had to choose, he would choose his family over the life in his dream.

He didn’t know that while he was looking at his family, there was also someone looking at him in the night sky.

Wang Lin looked at the family of the blacksmith in the city below. He could feel Qinglin’s happiness and satisfaction. The former Emperor of the Immortals of the Cave Realm had become a mortal, but he had gained happiness and warmth.

Wang Lin was envious. He looked at Qinglin for a long time, then turned and left.

“Like the red butterfly, his choice was also to forget… to forget the past, to forget the past life, to immerse himself in this life, to forget again and again, to cherish again and again.

Their choice was correct… my choice is also correct!” Wang Lin muttered.