Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 411 Abandoning the Path of Birth

The old man came behind her at some point.

"Oh, look," said the old man, "you've found your father. Blood relatives are always easy to spot from a crowd."

He came to the side of the peasant girl, squatted down, and sat shoulder to shoulder with her, looking at the phantom of the giant on top.He was still so easy-going and natural, as if he hadn't noticed the source of the peasant girl's cracked heart.The peasant girl wanted to ask her knowledgeable traveling companion what this meant, but she didn't know how to describe it.

"This was discovered by a relative of mine in the past," said the old man, "a small place where memories are piled up. Child, have you ever thought about what life loses in the heart-those ideals, joys and dreams that have disappeared. Where is all the pain? If you value them, and hold on to some of them all the time, they will last longer, until the hour of your death. But most of them are lost earlier, and they Passed through sleep, like shadows passing through a narrow gap, they fell from your dream into the dream of the world. Some fell into the bottomless abyss, and some were eaten by monsters on the edge of the abyss. The rest , the more intuitive parts, they will fall here. Here, in the dream fragments, time and space will not hinder you. Who you want to find, just listen carefully."

He took out the wooden flute from his waist and played a folk song of Mulunen.The peasant girl remembered that the song was sung like this:
The sea of ​​stars rises from the north,

The soldiers quietly put on their winter clothes.

He was thinking of the dry hedge beyond the forest,
And rocking chairs by the fire.

Needlework and broken furs are placed in the chair,

It belonged to his beloved Elsie.

The music is like the wind moving through the fog, calling many shadows.Among the shadows gathered by the sound, the peasant girl recognized a very familiar silhouette.It approached unsteadily, and its waist was covered with jewels.It was the shadow of the man with the gold ring.

The shadows hid in the mist, surrounded her and the old man, as if they were eagerly listening to the music played by the wooden flute.Again the thunderous laughter echoed above their heads.The laughter was so loud and powerful that it seemed to smash the whole earth.But these two voices did not interfere with each other at all, and Almighty could hear them clearly.One is in the sky and the other is underground, they spread on their own, and they seem to echo each other.She rested her chin on her knees, taking both voices to heart.

A long time passed, long enough that the old man played every folk song she knew, and the King's shadow fell asleep on the throne.The peasant girl woke up from her distant and confused reverie, and found that the old man was staring at the king above his head.

The old man's dark eyes never expressed the emotions she often sees in mortal things: anger, doubt, hatred, fear, longing... In that abyss of blackness, she felt only one Constant peace and patience.The old man was neither cold nor warm, neither impatient nor dull.He seemed to have a gentle, spectator interest in everything, yet really stood in the middle of it all.She still didn't know the old man's own motives.

But now she seems to understand something.In the darkness of the two pools where the old man pointed at the King's shadow, she saw a deeper crack.There is also a source of eternal flow deep in the heart of the old man.It is more secretive and silent than the peasant girl's heart. Through those two dark and gloomy windows, she can't find the flickering water when it flows. Only when it hits the king's huge shadow, can she detect the silent waves and waves. Splash of foam.She had never seen that thick, dark as ice-ocean sorrow in any mortal.

The shadow of the man with the gold ring gradually faded away.The shadow of the king was also hidden behind the mist, becoming an indistinct mountain peak.Then the old man turned to her, the waves gone from his eyes.

"Your father left this dream of creation here," said the old man, his tone as unhurried as ever.He pondered for a while, and then said to the peasant girl, "I should tell you about the outside world, my son."

This made the peasant girl very confused, because the old man often told her stories about what happened in a distant foreign land outside—in the void beyond the world and hellfire.But the old man's tone now is very special, as if what he wants to say is something completely different from the past.She didn't know how to hide her doubts, so she directly asked the old man what that meant.

"People try to find meaning in everything," said the old man, "weather, disasters, stories... and of course life. People on every star, they may not look like you, but in my opinion, Much of your behavior is the same, with very little difference. Some of them are different from yours here, they have no presence like your father, but there is no hellfire, and it is a freer place-I will give you That said—but, even so, they're constantly looking for meaning, like a king for themselves. They're like any other person you've ever met, always doing bad things that are expected to be good, and maybe never Didn't really want to do good things. Do you remember the master who came with the machete that day? He firmly believed that your sister, the Valkyrie of Mulunen, would walk with his family, but once he found out that was not the case, he quickly corrupted Not to your fading sister, but to something within his reach. Maybe his conscience isn't quite dead yet, but a conscience that doesn't affect action doesn't help. Some are a little better than him, and some are more hopeless. But that's not their fault, boy. They're made for nothing. Do you know what I mean?"

The peasant girl shook her head in a daze, and the old man patiently explained to her.He said that those people in distant lands were born meaningless, so they didn't know what to do and what not to do.In this way, many of them are lost in meaningless waste.Others try to find meaning for themselves.They make up their own meaning little by little, relying on their own fantasies, or foreign legends they get by chance.Sometimes it is a "fictitious king", and people pretend it exists, and then say the rules they want and benefit themselves in the "king's language"; sometimes they don't look for it from the outside world, and they regard themselves as kings , think that they are meaning itself, and in order to prove this, they must conquer everything of the other kind, so that their meaning can be revealed; there are still some people who admit their own meaninglessness, but then they want to prove that meaninglessness is better than others. Therefore, instead of saying "meaningless", they say "freedom of will".They've constructed all sorts of things and done all sorts of things for it.The old man only told her that some of them are generally considered good, such as raising babies and curing diseases; and some are generally considered bad, such as massacres and destroying other civilizations.Either way, most things are considered "good" when they are done.

"People in the world do the same," said the peasant girl.After she was born, she saw a beautiful spring in the mortal world, but the beings in the spring were always suffering, violence, fear, and sadness—she didn't know it was sadness before, but now she could feel it.The stories she heard outside were no different from the worldly world now.

"People believe that their actions are meaningful." The old man said, "But judging from the final appearance of the shadows, they don't exist for a certain meaning of their own, children, they just move left and right with the environment at the same time make up some meaning for themselves according to the environment. If the meaning and the environment conflict, they will fall into the madness and corruption that you see. It is not their evil that you see, but their mediocrity. Chaos like yours is not so bad, for most of the sufferings of mortals can be attributed to Hellfire, and mortals' own sins are as simple and clear as the behavior of children. But I have been to some places Much more painful, the people there have woven a hellfire for themselves."

That also made the peasant girl unable to understand.Hellfire has existed since the beginning, and it will eventually engulf everything.Its existence is a matter that needs no discussion, and it is absolutely beyond the power of any life.Although the old man told her that there is another world beyond the hellfire, she never contradicted the king's words in her heart.The king and the old man were like two voices, echoing in the sky and the earth independently of each other, and she could hear them at the same time.

The old man said that the Hellfire woven by humans was a complex and deformed colossus.It piles up from the beginning of history, and piles up until the moment of destruction.In many cases, they don't seem to be monsters, but magnificent palaces and temples built by people, but generations of people have their own ideas.Every generation, as long as they have the opportunity, must change a little of what they think is bad, and add a little of what they think is good.Sometimes the modification is so crude and thoughtless that it hurts the underlying foundations of the building or makes the whole uncoordinated.But if you want to overthrow and start over.That is absolutely impossible, because the building has been accumulated over a long period of time to be too large, if it is to be completely demolished.Falling debris crushes everyone.Over time, the monster has become so complicated that even the most learned people in the age can hardly explain how each of its structures came from and what function they have.They could only quarrel with each other, some pointing out where it would be better to make a change, others thinking that a brick should not be moved.But the latter is also useless advice, because the building itself crumbles over time, and if it is not repaired, it will fall down sooner or later.Everyone tinkers with their small and pitiful vision, making it barely support, and there are all kinds of selfishness in the middle—hope this building is more like their own style, or give themselves some shadows—to the end Finally irreparable.

"Where is their king?" asked the peasant girl.

"That usually happens where false kings rule," said the old man. "The meaningless beings decide for themselves how to build their meaningless kingdoms. Usually their individual existence is short, and no one can make the minds of the next age Completely inherit the previous one, and the part of them that is responsible for ruling is no exception. Child, you may imagine those mortals sitting in your father's place? Can they bear the cold and high of that throne? Revenant? It's a bad thing to put them in your father's place, but it's often done where false kings rule. Nobody has the power to hold a building up when it's crumbling, so it's always a bad ending Good. But that's elsewhere, there's no building like that here, just your father and the Hellfire. He created you to fix this."

The peasant girl sat up a little more.She hasn't thought carefully about the meaning of her birth, but now she realizes that she is shouldering a very important mission.She is no longer part of the king's extended limbs above the ground, but takes on this heavy task herself.At the same time she felt a little joy that her task had been accomplished so well.Although every battle was difficult and cost her Tajeki, she was on time in terms of timing.The king will return to the earth before the hellfire actually falls.

"I never saw you smile, boy," said the old man, "but I can see you are happy now."

He gazed at the peasant girl so lovingly, but his gaze was no different from that of a mortal grandfather looking at his granddaughter.She was both delighted and overwhelmed by the gaze.

But soon she became uneasy again, because there was still a dark and lonely ice ocean lurking in those black eyes.She didn't understand why the old man had such strong feelings in his heart.The first time she felt hesitant, in the end she could only ask questions periodically, asking what the old man's own hometown was like.

"That doesn't matter," said the old man. "I think it's someone else's home now. I don't miss it, boy. But if you want to know, yes, there was a king there too. He was of the same nature as you The father is closer, born with a certain meaning, just like you were born to bring this land back to its old days. They are different from mortals, like the mortals we mentioned earlier, they are born with their own power It can be easily avoided. The king is also sublime, and not by nurture, but by nature, so that no desire can tempt him. But sublime also has sublime tragedy-let us talk about this later, tonight You've seen a lot, now it's time to go back to your father."

He stood up, took the peasant girl's hand, and turned back to the shadowy path.

(End of this chapter)