When I woke up, I wanted to go home.

Chapter 301 The Dao knows no flesh and blood, yet it transforms all things.

In this dream, he was the chieftain of an ancient tribe.

He helped mankind create simple writing, control floods, make tools, and so on!

Don't ask why it's just simple text, because he himself doesn't know much either.

All the knowledge I learned from my teacher was eaten with my meal, and after it was digested, it was returned to heaven and earth.

In the end, he disappeared into the world amidst the faith and remembrance of countless people.

The 1,500th dream.

The second thousandth dream.

The earlier dreams were at least all about humans, just with different identities and experiences.

In later dreams, I began to appear in a form other than human.

It is an animal, a plant, and eventually even a cloud in the sky, floating and drifting in mid-air.

When the storm hit, the cloud he had transformed into lost its freedom.

He woke up the instant the storm blew him away.

Then he turned into a gentle breeze.

This time, however, the gentle breeze is most afraid of rain.

When the rain comes, the gentle breeze will also be extinguished.

He could only force himself to wake up at the critical moment of destruction.

After experiencing countless risks that vanished into nothingness, eternity appeared in my dream.

In his later dreams, he would take the form of objects in the universe.

For example, a lifeless planet in the universe.

There is no life on the planet, only cold rocks.

It drifted aimlessly in the universe for countless years.

Until the moment he forced himself to wake up, he became a tiny speck of dust in the universe once again.

He has forgotten how many dreams within dreams he has experienced.

two thousand?

Three thousand?

How much?

As the things that materialized in his dream took shape, his heart grew increasingly desolate.

Just a speck of dust, drifting for who knows how far or how long in the pitch-black universe!

I don’t know how long it will be before this speck of dust suddenly stirs a little, and then falls silent again.

"Master, what is the Tao?"

"Ling'er, just remember this: the Dao is dead, but people are alive."

A living person shouldn't be too concerned about the path they've taken.

"But we're called Taoist priests, and aren't Taoist priests practitioners of Taoism?"

"Hmm? This question... well, you're still young."

"When you are ten... fifteen... eighteen years old, your master will answer your question."

"Master, I think I understand."

The Dao does not know flesh and blood, it only knows reason but not emotion.

As human beings, we cultivate the Tao for our own sake and for the sake of our emotions.

Love, family, friendship, empathy, compassion!

Isn't emotion also a kind of Tao?

The Tao gives birth to One and Two, from which all things are created!

The love in my heart has not yet died; how can I die like this speck of dust?

Wake up!

"Daddy, Daddy, wake up, wake up!"

"Um?

What time is it, young lady?

"How about letting Dad sleep a little longer?"

"Oh no, oh no, Mom has already made dinner. She's the one who told me to wake you up for dinner!"

"Okay, Dad will get up now."

"Don't play on your phone until midnight all the time."

Take advantage of the few days when there's no work at the construction site to have a good rest.

If this continues, you'll lose several years of your life.

"Isn't this perfect? ​​I haven't lost out."

"The years I lost were all made up for by staying up all night!"

"Get lost, why are you making me angry for no reason?"

"Eat quickly, little one. After you finish, Daddy will take you to kindergarten. Mommy has to go to work."

After saying that, the wife put down her chopsticks and went to change her clothes and go to work.

Before leaving, the daughter-in-law continued to urge, "You two hurry up, the eldest daughter is going to be late."

Also, don't forget to tidy up the house when you get back!

"Okay, I got it. Let's go now."

The moment his wife closed the door, Zhu Chongjiu nestled affectionately beside his daughter and asked:

"Daughter, don't you think your mother is incredibly long-winded?"

"No, Mom is doing this all for your own good!"

"Oh my, my eldest daughter is so sensible, she can even tell that Mom is good to Dad!"

"Come on, Daddy will help you get dressed and then take you to kindergarten to play with your friends."

Time passed by uneventfully for over forty years, and Zhu Chongjiu is now over seventy years old.

Holding his wife's hand as she lay on the hospital bed, he choked up and said, "Wife, look, our daughter has brought the children to see you."

You need to be strong, don't go before me.

What will I do if you leave?

"Old man, after I'm gone, you should go and do those very important things."

I am already very content in this life.

Hearing his wife's barely audible voice, Zhu Chongjiu asked doubtfully, "What important thing haven't I done yet?"

My daughter is already married.

Even his grandson has a girlfriend.

"You're the most important person to me right now; they all have their own lives."

"What do you think about it?"

With his wife's last words, tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto the pillow. Then she closed her eyes and never opened them again.

From that day on, Zhu Chongjiu also lay in a hospital bed.

That's the hospital bed where his wife passed away.

One day, after remaining silent since his wife's passing, Zhu Chongjiu suddenly asked his daughter, who was tending to him:

"Daughter, your mother said before she left that I still have important things to do."

Do you know what this is about?

"I don't know. All I know is that I don't have a mother anymore, and I don't want to be without a father."

"Dad, don't be like Mom. Can you stay with me for two more years?"

Looking at his daughter sobbing against his chest, Zhu Chongjiu trembled as he raised his hand, wiped away her tears, and then smiled:

"Girl, everyone has to leave eventually."

You're so old now, your own child is already so grown up.

It's time to learn to be strong.

By the way, your mother's memorial service is tomorrow, so go back today and tidy up some old things.

I'll also tidy up some of my old things, and I'll personally burn them for your mother first thing tomorrow morning.

Keep it for her to use.

"Mine, please have your mom keep it for me for now."

The next morning, Zhu Chongjiu, supported by his son-in-law and daughter, arrived at his wife's grave.

When his grandson placed a container full of things that Zhu Chongjiu and his wife had used when they were young in front of Zhu Chongjiu, Zhu Chongjiu began to take them out one by one.

Every item in that box represents a memory for the two of them.

As the paper money was burned, the contents of the box gradually decreased.

Just as Zhu Chongjiu took out a small wooden sword, his heart suddenly fluttered.

Then nine small wooden figures appeared, and Zhu Chongjiu's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

Looking at the nine small wooden figures, some resembling humans and others like animals, Zhu Chongjiu muttered to himself:

"My dear wife, even though I don't know what kind of hardships I will face after this dream ends, I am still not satisfied with your companionship in this life."

No matter what lies ahead, I must find the real you and my daughter, and the real me.

After saying this, his daughter, son-in-law, grandson, and other relatives and friends who had come with him to sweep his wife's grave all gradually vanished into nothingness.

It wasn't just people who vanished, but everything before our eyes too.

Only after a space filled with white remained did the rat's figure slowly appear in front of Zhu Chongjiu.