Chapter 1246 The Power of Memory and Forgetting, the Dream of Returning to One, Courage, Hope, and W

"Let me tell you a story!"

In Boshanhua's dream, Jiang Yi just looked at Lannaro.

"Once upon a time, there were three forest elves and three little Naras who were good friends."

"Just like every story about forest elves that happened in the forest, when the Naras grew up, they forgot their childhood experiences and the forest elves."

"But they are so young and so high-spirited."

"Everything that dies will be reborn in another body; everything that decays will give rise to pure and tender new buds. But is there a place for souls that are lost in death and memories that are forever lost in the cycle of birth and death?"

"They raised questions based on their vague memories."

"They have noticed some memory loss."

"They read a lot of books and finally gave their answers with a smile."

"The soul is just a concept of nothingness, and memory will eventually return to the earth. There is no need to fear something that is originally nothingness, so why should we worry about its disappearance? Just remind each other and support each other, and remember everyone's image forever. In this way, we can naturally overcome the cycle of birth and death and keep the memory for a long time!"

Jiang Yi looked into the distance.

"Unfortunately, the power of oblivion was beyond their imagination, and oblivion became a poison that corrupted their will. After the death of a close friend, the hearts of the remaining two changed."

"As they grow older, their bodies gradually age."

"They were two people who had agreed to remind each other, but one of them contracted a terrible disease that caused him to forget. There is no cure, no recovery, and his memory is flowing away like water."

"Another person began to worry and look for ways to fight forgetfulness."

"He is a scholar of the Fatwa, with a vast storehouse of knowledge for him to find the answers."

"He finally found the records and conjectures left by a mad doctor who was exiled from the academy...to capture dreams - to capture the inhabitants of the forest who can control dreams, so that his friends can remember their images and shared memories again."

"In the old dream, the images of the three people and three elves that I had not completely forgotten seemed to gradually become clearer."

Ying and Paimeng were listening to Jiang Yi's story when they suddenly realized.

Could it be that the scholar of the Order of the Lords in the story is the one who ordered the Gilded Brigade to capture Lanaro and search for the Sura mushroom? Is that crazy doctor the doctor?

Three people, three elves, in addition to Lanazhen and Langaru here, there is also a Lanaro, who should be another partner mentioned by Lanazhen on the road, Lanaga.

"Scholars hold on to the answer as if they were holding on to hope."

"He thought, if the organ that controls memory is too damaged to be restored, then it would be nice to bring another old friend with him to live in past dreams, play in a small tree house, and explore the infinitely deep forest."

"In dreams, everyone has the opportunity to start over."

"But he doesn't know..."

Jiang Yi's eyes were dim.

"Even those spirits in dreams cannot escape the power of oblivion."

The gorgeous blue-purple pothos flowers, the blue-purple part is actually the leaves, and the real flower is the golden moon lotus-like bud in the center.

Memories flow here, but do they exist forever?

When the moon climbs to the highest point in the sky, the Lanaros will come to the damp cave and look at the engraved golden runes to make themselves remember the "stories" of the past like Nala.

But if memories cannot be preserved in the spirit, forgetting is inevitable.

“I tell this story not as a candidate for the Forest King, but as a human being.”

"I think forgetting is a painful thing."

“So, the power of memory and forgetting should be treated with more caution.”

“Sacrifice is the melody of life, but the melody of life is not just sacrifice.”

"Like Ying, you forgot the blood relative you were looking for; like Paimon, you forgot Ying; like Lanaro, like Nashida, one day you forgot the Great Compassion Tree King... just like using a spell that costs memory, completely and forever forgetting. Will you be happy?"

"After forgetting, there is no emotion anymore, but what if you need to make that choice before forgetting?"

"I don't want it!" Paimeng shook her head first. At this moment, she also understood the price of the Kushehuan that Lanazhen gave to Ying.

Ying pursed her lips and angrily glanced at Jiang Yi who was using her as an example. Bah, bah, bah, what a bad mouth! Why didn't you just say that you forgot about me?

"Well! It would be a sad thing if we forget the Great Compassion Tree King." Nashida said dejectedly. Compared with Ying and Paimon, she seemed to take this metaphor the most seriously.

Langaru was actually planning to store his memories and powers in Kushehuan just like Lannazhen, and even their friend Lannaga was the same.

“Memory is not a dead thing, nor is it lifeless soil. Memory will always be reborn with creation, and forgetfulness cannot defeat it.”

Langaru answered seriously.

"This is the place of memory in the cycle of birth and death."

As if discussing the Tao.

Jiang Yi shook his head: "This is a brand new life, a brand new memory, just like there are no two leaves in the world that are exactly the same. The seeds that inherit the old life and old memories are the unchanging things and the things that can be reborn. New seeds are not."

"But that is no longer the natural cycle of birth and death..." Nashida said, "but a blasphemy or miracle achieved by tampering with the rules and cycles."

After the memories and dreams flowed back to Lan Nazhen, the green pea-pod-like Kushehuan in Jiang Yi's hand had withered and turned into a dim yellow pod.

It is not dead, and can be revived by injecting new memories and dreams, but it is no longer the same as before.

"I think memory is sometimes more important than life. Only with memory can there be life."

"There are three kinds of death for a person. The first is the death of the body. The second is the death of society. All those who have contact with him no longer remember him. The third is the spiritual wealth he left behind, such as unsigned works and maxims, which are also forgotten."

"In the law of the cycle of life, nothing can be changed, but..."

"I think I still hate forgetting, especially forgetting the good memories and forgetting the people I cherish."

"I am a candidate for the Forest King, but I have never taken the path of the Forest King's inheritance."

"Because I don't follow the natural law of the cycle of birth and death. I am a human being... The human spirit is to challenge nature..."

Jiang Yi threw Kushehuan to Lan Nazhen.

"Even without these, I can defeat death... and the laws of the universe."

He took a step and left the "Zhubo Realm".

Law is the principle of nature, and power is the way to rule.

For water to flow downward is the law; for water to flow upward is the power.

As he walked, the vines made way for him and the boulders split open to reveal a path.

Memories are like flickering points of light, integrated with the spores, turning into a fluorescent river.

The information of all things is one, dreams are born together, wisdom is shared, knowledge and memories are constantly backed up, and even if we forget where we have been, the memories still shine brightly.

Hidden in the hourglass of time are not lifeless gravel, but tiny mustard seeds rich in memories, dry and mature seeds.

The universe restarts in memory and is born and dies in dreams.

All the fungi in Xumi witnessed the birth of the real universe.

Jiang Yi's figure kept changing and he came to the Wu Yu forest.

He walked out of the earth veins and found himself in a secret realm in the dense forest. This was the nest of mushroom beasts and fertile soil for mushrooms.

When he arrived, the great mushroom tribe in Mount Sumeru surrendered and worshiped him.

“Spores are connected to each other like trees, and the fungi of the entire universe share the same dream. At the end of the dream, spores replace the form of all things, and all things return to their original state, return to one, and no longer have boundaries.”

Respect, faith, and the unity of all things.

From then on, the nine-tailed human-faced tiger became the undisputed ruler of all mushrooms.

Morning fungi don't know Hui Shuo, worms don't know Spring and Autumn.

Endless and transient things make up the eternal body.

Endless foolish things make up the wise brain.

Endless bits and pieces make up the ocean of memory.

They are the mustard seeds as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges, the center of the universe and the cosmos, the spore Mount Sumeru surrounded by the stars.

Wisdom, memory, forgetfulness, time... are all here.

Extremely large and immeasurable, extremely small and endless.

"Mt. Sumeru contains a mustard seed, and a mustard seed contains Mt. Sumeru. All things in the universe, all mysteries of the world, can be found in any spore. Each spore can contain the universe and endless knowledge. Each spore is also just a part of the universe and a part of endless knowledge."

"The God of Mushrooms has wisdom that is no less than that of the God of Plants." Nashida raised her tail and stood with her hands on her hips. "The World Tree gave birth to all things, and all things belong to the World Tree. The World Mushroom gave birth to all things, and all things belong to the World Mushroom."

"In short, you emphasized that you are not a pure forest king, but I still like you more and more. Humans and forest kings are Sumeru and mustard seeds. You and I are also Sumeru and mustard seeds, and the same is true for memory and oblivion."

This is a complex, mutually inclusive circle, the supreme Zen principle.

Jiang Yi suddenly thought of a conversation.

Someone asked, what does "Sumeru contains a mustard seed, and a mustard seed contains Mount Sumeru" mean? How can a tiny mustard seed contain such a huge Mount Sumeru?

Someone answered, I heard that you have read ten thousand books, but your head is only as big as a coconut, how can it possibly hold ten thousand books?

Therefore, Mount Sumeru containing a mustard seed is a fact, and a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru is a Zen principle.

Zen principles become supernatural powers in the hands of practitioners.

Replace the books inside with memories, replace them with people, replace them with mountains, replace them with the world, replace them with the universe... nothing will be different.

At this moment, Jiang Yi can be as small as a speck of dust or as big as the universe.

Each memory can be as light as dust, or as heavy and vast as the universe, to face the power of forgetting nothingness.

"Each cluster of fungi coexists with plants and trees..." Jiang Yi said with a smile, "I also like plants and flowers."

Yes, his power and Nashida's power are actually the same, and they can also include each other. Both can dominate plants and flowers from two different sources.

One is a mustard seed, the other is Mount Sumeru.

One is the seed, the other is the world tree.

Of course, equivalence in Zen theory does not mean complete equivalence in reality. Jiang Yi is currently unable to completely encompass the World Tree of Teyvat. He can only continue to work hard at practicing and accumulating progress.

Until... it contains the real universe.

There is no dense forest.

The canopy of the giant azure mushroom forms a dim sky, blocking out the sun and the moon.

"Nala, Nala, the candidate for the forest king..." It was like being at the center of a concert, the whole world cheering in unison, mountains roaring, like a hurricane,

Under the shade of the umbrella, Jiang Yi listened to the familiar sound. Oh! It was the sound from the earth veins.

The grass under my feet was glowing, and the huge mushrooms had blue umbrella wrinkles. On the mushrooms, there were waterfalls of azure blue spore dust, like gauze and fog, which were very beautiful.

The big mushrooms, whose stems are thicker than trees, are like small islands in the sky. Moss covers the top of the umbrella. When rainwater gathers, mushrooms as big as washbasins grow, like big lakes with water and islands. The ones without mushrooms in the center are big lakes with water but no islands.

The sky here is a dreamy blue, sometimes purple, red, and white.

The water on the mushroom is like a mirror, reflecting it.