Reverend Insanity

Ancestry of Man, chap. III, sect.

The ancestors set foot on the path of their own lives, separated from the doors of life and death, but fell into the abyss of the ordinary.

He wandered in the abyss, wandering in confusion, and after a long, long time, trying to get out of the abyss, he never found a way out.

In bitterness, thoughts tricked him into confusion: “Man, you follow the footprints of other beings stepping out, which is certainly easy and safe, but if you want to be extraordinary, want to get out of the ordinary abyss and follow the path of others, I'm afraid you don't have much chance. Since you have taken your own path in life, everything is difficult, you have to break in yourself, you have to innovate, you have to have your own footprints. ”

When the ancestors got their pointers, they suddenly realized that they were very happy and followed the advice of their thoughts.

He disengaged himself from the footprints that existed on the ground and began to set foot on the ground without them.

Underneath the ordinary abyss, it's hard to walk.

Some places are muddy marshes, very easy to fall into, and smelly. Some places are full of thorns, spikes and numbness, and human ancestors have been stabbed all over the body. There are also underground, buried with blade tricks. As the ancestors stepped on it, the soles of their feet were cut with sharp edges, the wounds were wide, the blood flowed across them, and they walked and hurt their hearts.

The pain from the foot wound makes the ancestors decide to walk gently.

But as he walked, his ancestors lost their way in the abyss, and many times he would repeat his previous path and do nothing.

Ancestors gradually discovered the problem, which was very troubling.

How can we not get lost in the abyss?

"If you don't want to get lost, you can do it yourself. You're afraid of pain, walk gently, and step on the ground with too light and shallow footprints. The ordinary wind in this ordinary abyss lifts the dirt and the dust falls, easily covering your footprints. If you're not lost, leave deep footprints. You know what I mean? ”

The ancestors nodded and said nothing.

So he started walking heavily, stepping hard on the ground every step of the way, stepping really hard, stepping deep into the footprints.

In this way, every part of his journey, he creates deep marks on it, very clear. As soon as the ancestors saw these footprints, they understood that the paths he had explored had not exited the ordinary abyss.

But the scenery is not long, and the deeper footprints will gradually be buried by the wind and dust.

The ancestors were so distressed that they sought to teach them ideas and tricks.

Thought tricks once again suggest: "Man, you have deliberately avoided those thorns and blades, even though you have come out of deep footprints. Every time you run into one of these places, you go around. That's not gonna work. You can't expect to be comfortable while you're unusual. ”

When the ancestors were inspired to bite their teeth, they deliberately embarked on the path of burying their blades and thorns.

Every step he takes, he steps deep, no matter how painful, no matter how shallow the wound.

His sweat and blood, along his feet, were deeply trampled into ordinary dirt.

As he lifted his feet and walked forward, a little grass appeared in his footprints.

The name of the grass is Achievement.

In each footprint, a weed grows.

A little grass, the wind doesn't blow down, the dust doesn't bury, and it grows stubbornly, much longer than the footprint holds.

“So I'm not afraid to get lost.” The ancestors were very happy, biting their teeth, pinching their pain, and stubbornly walking on a thorny path filled with swords and blades without fear of bloodshed and sweat.

The farther he walks, the less lost he will be, nor will he wander around in circles on the same path, and he sets foot in places he has not previously walked.

He grew grass with sweat and blood, and it grew bigger and taller.

Gradually, growing out of the footprints, it is no longer the Achievement Little Grass, but the Achievement Little Tree.

Over time, small trees gradually become big trees, with plenty of leaves, lush and even fruity.

When the ancestors were tired, they lay down in the shade and took off the sweet, juicy fruit to taste the belly.

Over time, he traveled almost every corner of the abyss, where he walked forming a vast forest.

People are happy and happy looking at the forests behind them, but when forests spread throughout the ordinary abyss, people still cannot find a way out of the ordinary abyss.

He was upset and disappointed.

He removed a fruit and placed it in his mouth, which was no longer sweet, but bitter to swallow.

Ancestors were strange, and he looked for a reason, and quickly discovered: Unknowingly, his body grew a second heart.

This heart, it's called unwillingness.

As the name suggests, you don't taste sweet when you taste anything.

Ancestors eat bitter fruit, see the endless forests, and never feel happy and happy again.

At this point, his other heart, the heart of solitude, emitted its own manipulative voice: "Man, I have thought of a way out of the abyss for you. You can plant a tall and great tree of achievement. As long as the tree is taller than the abyss, you can climb up the branches and get out of here. ”

And the ancestors thought, "Yeah, that's a good idea. ”

But the spin was agonizing: “So what do I do, plant trees that are great enough to rise above ordinary abyss? ”

Manipulate yourself: "You plant this forest with the blood of your soles, these are ordinary trees. With the blood in your heart, you should be able to plant great trees. Buried beneath the abyss, there are many blades, so stick them in your head, drip your heart out, and pour out the tree to try. ”

The ancestors tried to do what they had asked.

The blade plunges into the heart and brings intense pain.

This pain is a thousand times the wound on your body!

However, the planted tree is really tall and large, which is more than the original tree.

The ancestors were in pain and rejoicing. They continued to put more blades in their hearts and drip more blood into their hearts.

The more blades he inserted, the more hearts and minds flowed, the taller and taller the trees he planted.

But even the tallest tree is half the height of the ordinary abyss.

The ancestors continued to insist, hoping that the magic would always accompany him.

And when the crown of the great tree he had planted was almost as flat as the abyss, the trunk of the great tree was suddenly split apart, and a daughter burst out of it.

“Father, Father!” Daughters are in the arms of their ancestors, very dear.

This is the fourth daughter of the ancestors, named Mori Haihuan.

The ancestors were also very happy, holding their daughters for fun. When Senhai is hungry, pick the fruit for her and feed her.

“So sweet, so sweet.” Senchai is very fond of eating tree fruit and growing fat and white.

She plays in the woods all day and is very happy.

The ancestors still wanted to get out of the ordinary abyss, and Senhai repeatedly persuaded them: "Father, why are you so tired? It would be nice to stay here with big trees covering us up from the sun and sweet and juicy fruit bellies where we can play and will always be comfortable. ”

The ancestors shook their heads, were resolute, planted more great trees, and the branches of the crown thoroughly penetrated the ordinary abyss.

Sen Hailun cried back, holding the hands of his ancestors, and begged: "Father, don't leave me. I won't climb trees, you go, I'll stay here alone, I won't plant trees. The trees are limited, and sooner or later I'll starve to death. ”

Ancestor said, "How could I abandon you? You're my daughter, and I'll climb up with you behind my back. ”

So the fathers and daughters began to climb the trees.

The higher you climb, the more tired your ancestors become. Sen Haihuan is a heavy burden. Even without her, climbing a tree crown would be dangerous, not to mention bringing a man who can't climb a tree at all?

Even more troublesome is the trees squeaking and shaking again.

Thoughts exhort the ancestors: "Oh no, man, you carry your daughter, to climb out of the ordinary abyss is a matter of course. This is the tree of your accomplishments that makes it difficult to get others out of the ordinary. Not even your daughter. ”

The ancestors shook their heads: "I don't want to give up. ”

"Put her down, or you won't be able to climb out. Though you have a heart of loneliness and a heart of dissatisfaction, you have planted so many trees that your heart and blood have dried up. This is your last hope! But look, this big tree under your feet is about to fall! ”

The ancestors waved: “I want to try again. ”

I saw my ancestors wandering alone, and all the other tricks failed to persuade me to fly out.

“Ah, what a rush!” I did not consult with my ancestors at all, biting directly into the hands of Sen Hailun.

Senhai shouted back in pain, very angry, and reached out to shoot himself.

But then she released her hand, and the big tree shook violently, and she fell off her ancestors' backs and crashed all the way down, under the cushioning of countless leaves, eventually her ass landed, her teeth grinned, and she cried.

“Daughter!” The ancestors shouted, wanting to go down.

“If it's too late, the tree will fall!” Pushing himself behind his ancestors, his ancestral consciousness took a giant step, crossed out of the ordinary abyss at once!

The tree fell.

Ancestors lay on the edge of the cliff and lost their way back. There was nothing they could do to yell: "Daughter, I will definitely come back for you. ”

Sen Hailun cried back, very sad and helpless: "Father, how could you leave me here to live alone? I'm scared! ”

Ancestor listened to the cry, it was a broken liver and intestine, hurried around the ordinary abyss, but couldn't find any way in.

“It doesn't work.” Manipulate yourself, "your Tree of Achievement, even if it falls, is enough to prove your greatness. Great people, not ordinary at all. How can an extraordinary man enter an ordinary abyss? ”

……

Fox Fairy Land, Spirit Walking Palace.

Fang Yuan closed the "Ancestry of Man" in his hand, sighing, the color of the divine complexity.

Water flows low and people go high. It is the common sense of man not to be ordinary. This is true of the Orient, and so is the Orient.

“From this point of view, you and I are the same person.” Fangyuan said faintly.

In front of him, the soul of the Oriental Changfan was restrained. At this moment, he smiled and spoke openly - because of the loss of his flesh, he could not make a sound, but there were fluctuations in his soul power, which were captured by all sources.

"If you want to search your soul, come on! But to get my inheritance, huh, you're thinking too simple. ”