The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Yashi Eirin is a very easy-going person, which can be seen from her indulgence towards Kaguya. Of course, the main reason for being easy-going is her personality.

As the pinnacle of mythology, the original god, and one of the three sages of the Moon City, Eirin's long life experience has meant that few things can cause her to have too much emotional fluctuations.

Yong Lin herself still vaguely remembers that the only person she respected was Chang'e, the only person she hated was Yue Ye Jian, and the only person she hated was... Well, Yong Lin seemed to hate a lot of people, but the first person she hated was "him" ".

It's better to say that everyone actually hates "him".

The Age of Gods is an era of freedom, and the most free ones are gods like them. They can make up some myths for themselves and raise some believers. When they have time, they can learn from each other, practice their muscles and have a good talk. Life can't be happier.

Until that day, "he" was born.

No one knew where he came from, or his past, or even his name.

So Yonglin recalled carefully, it seemed that that guy was quite pitiful. As the first person who dared to be the enemy of the entire era, no one even remembered his name.

Actually speaking, there is a secret here. As one of the few gods that survived from the age of gods, and the original god, Eirin has never seen "him" at all.

This is not surprising, Yonglin is the original god, and she does not need or disdain to compete with the gods on earth for her faith. She has spent most of her life in the Moon Capital.

As the most powerful god on the surface of Yue Domei, the gods on earth have nothing to do with her, so the appearance of "him" did not attract Eirin's attention.

When Yong Lin went to the ground to greet Chang'e that day, "he" had already died.

Perhaps "his" crazy plan to exterminate the gods aroused public outrage, but he was accidentally tricked to death somewhere. Anyway, Yonglin didn't care about this matter at all.

At that time, Yonglin looked down on the gods on earth at all. Well, Yonglin looked down on all the gods except Chang'e, so don't expect her to be interested in a guy who is not even a god.

If "he" hadn't caused too much trouble, Yonglin would have never had any contact with "him" in this life in order to bring closure to Chang'e who was involved.

That guy had a bad mouth and a bad personality. He always used various boring ways to be rude in front of Lady Chang'e. She really didn't want to see "him" again.

Speaking of "he" being dead long ago, it really saved her the trouble of dealing with him personally. If that guy was nagging in her ears every day, she would be annoyed to death.

It was a mistake to meet that guy. He deserved to die early. Fortunately, he was already dead before she came down. Huh?

Why, "he" will die? Why would they still meet if "he" was dead?

Wait, if "he" dies, who is that guy who was so presumptuous in front of her and Lady Chang'e?

"who is he? Who is the person with them? What exactly is going on? !

"It seems, Yong Lin, you have recalled it."

Sensing Yong Lin's increasingly pale face, Chang'e spoke up at the right time:

"'He' was dead before you came to the surface."

"Yes. 'He' was already dead at that time."

Yong Lin's eyes were a little dull, and a chill suddenly swept through her body. She raised her face and looked at Chang'e, and asked tremblingly:

"Since 'he' is dead, who did I meet on the ground? Why, in my memory, did I meet 'him'? Meet 'him' who is already dead?"

"Yes, why?"

Chang'e turned sideways and her voice suddenly sounded distant:

"I can't answer this question for you, but I can give you a hint. Yong Lin, is it really 'him' who met you?"

"Isn't this, of course? I didn't just meet 'him', so 'he' died. No, no, I, I didn't meet 'him'. Wait, who is 'him'? ?”

Memory is such a strange thing. It seems that everything in the past is vividly visible, but if you examine it carefully, you will find that it is all flawed.

The vaguely scrolling fragments in her mind told Yong Lin that some important parts were missing from her memory.

"Master Chang'e, I."

"That's why I said, it's better not to know some things."

As if being infected by Yong Lin's frightened gaze, Chang'e's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, and finally sighed:

"You have never seen 'him' or met 'him'. When you came to the ground, 'he' was already dead, and the person you met was another person."

"Then, why do I think the person I met is 'him'?"

"Because this is the inevitable chaos caused by the lack of memory. In order to fill the missing seven days, your consciousness automatically fills the holes in these seven days with other memories."

"Seven days?"

"Yes, it's not just you Yonglin, everyone in this world, everyone who has experienced that era, has been deprived of seven days of memory."

"Deprivation, memory"

Yonglin's eyes became profound. She could say more or less for seven days, but the point was, those seven days actually disappeared from everyone's memory. The profound meaning of this was really shocking.

Suddenly, she looked at Chang'e with a begging gaze, but the other party shook her head slightly as if she had expected it earlier:

"Don't think about it, the effect of this deprivation of memory is irreversible, and there is no way to restore it in principle."

"Then, is it possible that the memory of these seven days can never be retrieved?"

Reluctant, this is Yonglin's only mood now. Her intuition tells her that whether it is a series of strange things that have happened recently or the many mysteries that have troubled her for a long time, all the answers must be hidden in the seven days that disappeared!

"It's impossible to retrieve the memory, but there is a side-by-side way to spy on it."

"Snooping.?"

Chang'e's words made Yonglin startled suddenly, she sank her impetuous heart, and asked slowly:

"In what way?"

"The deprived memories have not disappeared from your brains, but have been completely scattered into the sea of ​​consciousness at the edge of your thinking. It is impossible to get them back, but there are ways to take a peek, such as 'déjà vu' Sense' stimulation."

"Déjà vu"

Yong Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and Chang'e smiled without saying a word. She knew that the other person must be thinking of someone, so she subtly put away the smile at the corner of her mouth, and continued:

"But the 'sense of déjà vu' depends on luck and there is no way to master it. So if you insist on recovering the lost seven days, I have a more radical method here."

Hearing this, Yonglin hurriedly asked:

"A more radical one? What's the method?"

The cunning in Chang'e's eyes flashed away:

"The specific manipulation method is very simple. There is a saying among humans that people will always recall some past things intentionally or unintentionally before they die. People call this phenomenon"

"Revolving Lantern"

Yong Lin, who took Chang'e's words and spit out these three words, felt the corners of her eyes twitching slightly.

"Yes, that's it."

Chang'e said lightly:

"The sea of ​​consciousness is distributed at the edge of thinking. It is impossible to contact it at ordinary times. Only when the consciousness of the person before death begins to dissipate, can there be a chance of contacting it."

Turning her back to Yonglin again, Chang'e continued to explain:

"That is a phenomenon that only occurs when the living transform into the dead. Even if it is called a miracle, it is not an exaggeration. How about it, Yonglin, do you want to try it?"