Naruto: I, the Kyuubi, am infinitely resurrected

On top of the mighty carriage.

At a glance, Qing Ling saw that he was an old man riding a green ox upside down.

He has a white beard and white hair, a natural state, and is not confined to appearance.

It's just that the moment he looks at Qing Ling, he smiles.

waved his hand and said, "It's better to go naturally." Qing

Ling suddenly realized, and was about to say something, when he found that he was already walking on the earth.

Qi transformed into a donkey.

One of them rode a green ox and the other rode a donkey, swinging around.

It was very slow, but it made it impossible for the carriage behind him to catch up.

They didn't seem to want to catch up, so they just kept silent.

"Senior, why did my friend suddenly stop

?" "Oh, do you mean what the change has become?"

the old man didn't answer, just smiled.

An extremely strange scene occurred in Qing Ling's eyes.

The old man raised the green ox with both hands and walked slowly.

"Senior, what are you doing, it's ridiculous.

"You can see it, you can't see it, you can't do anything. "

In a blink of an eye, the old man became a green cow, and the one who spoke became a green cow.

Who's who

? Or is it natural?

It was he who was confused.

As soon as Aoling was about to answer, he saw Saitama transform back into himself, and he carried him forward.

In a blink of an eye, it was back to the beginning.

"Are you tired?"

"Not tired." "

Why?"

"Don't feel tired.

Qing Ling didn't know how to answer, he didn't feel burdensome.

He can leave Saitama, no longer carry his burden, and give up everything.

He could also ride in a horse-drawn carriage or on a donkey.

You can even lift a carriage and a donkey, and you can also carry Saitama on your back.

It doesn't matter.

Now he's happy, he's happy.

It doesn't hurt if you want to leave Saitama, and when he wakes up, he'll decide what he's going to do.

Wanting Saitama to see the scenery was just wishful thinking, and Saitama didn't necessarily like it.

Qing Ling was thinking like this when he heard another middle-aged man's voice in his ear.

"Perhaps, what does he think

?" Qing Ling looked at the man with a happy smile on his face and said, "You are not my friend, why do you say that he likes to see the scenery?" "You are not

me, how do you know that I don't know?"

The man said, and suddenly turned into a kunpeng, covering the sky and the sun, and flew into the sky.

This scene didn't even turn around Qing Ling.

The next moment.

And he awoke suddenly.

Qing Ling found himself in the sky and became a Kunpeng!

Hey~

It turned out that the man who was talking to him was himself.

I am Kunpeng.

If you don't wake up from a dream, where will you see through this layer.

Qingling looked down on the earth.

He saw great rivers and mountains, and also saw a prosperous city, a young man was sleeping in the house, because he liked to sleep too much, and accidentally slept until he died.

Those who came felt sorry for him.

But there was a sweet smile on his face, it seemed that this dream was very beautiful.

Dreams are rolling red dust, quiet and natural.

He saw the sea, and on the other side of the sea was the other side.

There was a monk on the shore, and he who had put everything down, but did not leave the shore, but looked at the lonely boat.

He looked into the distance, waiting for someone to cross the sea of suffering.

I let go of everything, and I can't let go of the living beings.

Qing Ling flew again, saw a carriage, he heard the master telling all kinds of truths again, the disciples seemed to be fixed here forever, their eyes lit up, and they were glad that they had found the truth of being a human being.

Some people even rushed to tell each other, but no one paid attention.

The

Kunpeng spreads its wings and soars.

Qing Ling saw the old man sitting on the back of the green ox.

The old man raised his head and greeted him, and then looked at the forest, the snow-capped mountains, the sky, and himself.

Qing Ling greeted warmly, and it turned out to be a hurricane.

Causes a butterfly to be swept away.

"Oops.

He was worried and couldn't help but be surprised.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that it was just a big dream.

Where is the free Kunpeng, just a butterfly that is uncomfortable.

He flew as hard as he could, but it was not easy for him to wait until the hurricane was over before he landed on a large tree, only to encounter predators who preded on him.

Moment.

He died and ended his poor butterfly career.

There are no fox immortals in the world.

Some are just the fantasies of a butterfly before it dies.

......

I don't know how long it took.

Blue Star.

In a small room.

The boy awoke from his sleep, and he stretched.

I felt that I slept very comfortably.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at myself in my glasses, and my skin was not bad.

So I looked out the window, and the view was not bad.

He walked out the door and his cell phone rang.

It doesn't seem like much has to be done.

"What was the dream you had last night? I don't remember it at all.

He thought about it, but he really didn't have any memory, so he just forgot about it.

There is a high probability that I will not think of the sweet dream of the fox fairy in this life.

So I worked, Xi, and lived step by step.

He ran around the traffic of the city, and occasionally looked at the high-rise buildings of steel and concrete, fantasizing that one day he would be free and could wake up naturally.

But.

Even though he worked hard, he worked hard all his life.

Until old age.

He kept running around, and he never had a sweet dream that woke up naturally.

Gradually.

He was lying in a hospital bed in an old people's home.

All these years have long forgotten the dream of that fox fairy.

He didn't change his life in the real world either.

It's just that at this moment, in his twilight years, he looks out the window at the maple leaves.

A butterfly flies during this unseasonable season.

Suddenly, there was a sense of familiarity.

I seem to have remembered something.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

Then, the instrument next to the hospital bed suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, the doctor arrived, but Qing Ling had already stopped breathing.

In this life, there is no special pursuit.

I just like to sleep until I wake up naturally, a small room, a comfortable and warm little bed.

The morning sun, the trees downstairs, the fluttering butterflies, the white clouds.

Blue sky, smiling people, fresh air.

And the skin of youth, the deep but bright eyes that exude the breath of life.

Looking back on this life, I don't want much.

Qing Ling wondered why all this could only be achieved in the last moments of life.

......

"The host is perfectly resurrected, and all attributes are doubled"

A strange voice inexplicably appeared in his head.

Followed by.

All of them, those dusty memories came back to mind.

Qing Ling stretched out his palm, but it was the claw of a fox.

The dream of the fox fairy returned.

Isn't this a dream?

"Is it a dream or not, does it matter?"

the middle-aged man sat in the forest, and the forest was under the snowy mountains.

He is between the early spring and the cold winter, and he comes and goes freely.

"But if I lived in a dream all my life.

Qing Ling asked.

"What about the creatures that live in your spiritual realm, are they also dreams?" replied

the middle-aged man with a smile.

This time.

Qing Ling was no longer puzzled.

Rather, he muttered to himself.

"The spirit world has always existed, everyone has their own spirit world, and they have chosen to meet in my spirit world.

I see.

I miss them. "