Chapter 4, Swimming in the Air
The body seemed to sense the thoughts of the little Buddha and gradually began to float up
Lying on the bed, he closed his weary eyes, and a feeling of being in another world surged in his heart. The experiences of the day left Xiao Fo filled with confusion. Could that clay-like substance truly be a creature from the dawn of the universe? Xiao Fo found it hard to believe, yet the strange transformation experience remained vivid in his memory. Although he did not fully understand the abilities of this monster, the abundant flow of energy within his body filled Xiao Fo with curiosity
Since the failure, Xiao Fo has not dared to look into Xiao Ming's eyes for a week
Continuously communicating with the body like this, before he knew it, it was already late at night. Xiao Fo stood up, approached the window, and gazed at the twinkling stars outside, his thoughts drifting into the universe
Indeed, check the memory and see the secrets of this body
In order to raise tuition fees, Xiao Fo went begging every night. Later, when no one gave him alms, he even stole once. That was in the winter of his eleventh year, when Xiao Fo, wearing a tattered cotton coat, stood beneath the window of a neighbor's house. Inside that window was a piggy bank, belonging to the family's son, Xiao Ming. Xiao Fo had long been contemplating how to gather money for his tuition.
The little Buddha who returned home seemed to be made of clay; although he could perform the usual actions, the feeling of not belonging to himself remained very strong.
It turns out that memory also exists in the form of the entity itself, and does not require deliberate searching, just like when a person sometimes cannot recall something, but once they relax, all memories become clear
However, at this moment, the memory did not come from the subconscious. Little Buddha struggled to search in his mind, but he could not perceive the memory at all and had to give up. Just then, a faint consciousness emerged: "Master, are you looking for me?"
The energy flow surging within the body stirred restlessly, and the young monk attempted to harness it. A slight pain pierced through his mind and heart, suggesting some form of communication, yet he was still unable to control it
If only I could fly, Little Buddha has been full of imagination since childhood, as there are too many things he does not have, and he can only satisfy his small wishes through imagination
The sky is dotted with countless stars, and occasionally a shooting star glides by; such a scene seems to have not been witnessed for a long time. In pursuit of a bit of food and a few dozen yuan for tuition, Xiao Fo is always busy, and the memories of begging in childhood resurface in his mind
Stretching out his palm, the young monk glanced at his palm's center, where a streak of dark gray ran vertically across it. He recalled reading a palmistry book that stated such a line could not exist. This was the life line, resembling a dragon that traversed the entire palm, with almost no career line present, only a single life line. What could it signify? The young monk remembered what the monster's memory said: you have already attained eternal life. Could it truly be eternal? Could a person never die?
In the dead of night, Xiao Fo stealthily jumped into the courtyard, tiptoeing towards the window. Inside was the little pig, but the window was tightly shut. Xiao Fo used a small knife to pry it open little by little, and finally managed to create a small opening. He reached in and grabbed the little pig, pulling it with all his might. The little pig slammed against the window, making a loud noise. Xiao Fo was terrified, shivering in fear, and the little pig fell to the ground inside the room, shattering into pieces. It felt as if Xiao Fo's heart had also been shattered by the fright, and he fled the courtyard in a panic. Xiao Fo reached in and grabbed the little pig, pulling it with all his might. The little pig slammed against the window, making a loud noise. Xiao Fo was terrified, shivering in fear, and the little pig fell to the ground inside the room, shattering into pieces. It felt as if Xiao Fo's heart had also been shattered by the fright, and he fled the courtyard in a panic.
Little Buddha is like this, the nightmare of childhood, go to hell, the inferiority of begging, go to hell, let all the annoying things go to hell, Little Buddha is reborn, let everything become different, my dream will be within easy reach
When a person realizes a dream, their heart will become different
Swim, swim, the little Buddha floats upward into the sky, gliding over the small woods, drifting past the little river, his body floating in the air, dancing with the wind as a gust blows by
Alas! Little Buddha let out a heavy sigh
Having understood this, Xiao Fo did not think further and immediately realized that this body was not as abnormal as the monster had described. Its current state was akin to a worldly state, similar to Xiao Fo's previous body. Aside from the addition of the ability flow, the structure and functions of the body were the same as those of Xiao Fo's previous body, as it was entirely arranged according to Xiao Fo's genes. However, due to Xiao Fo's currently weak self-awareness, he could not fully experience the sensation of his previous body.
How much can humanity truly understand of this vast universe? The countless billions of years mentioned by the monster, what has transpired during that time? Is it possible that there are indeed other intelligent beings within the universe? Does that not render the knowledge and experiences we have learned and studied far too superficial?
Little Buddha strolls in the air, sometimes walking leisurely, sometimes performing somersaults, resembling a lovely little bear, fully expressing the joy within. Who can walk in the air? Only I, Little Buddha. Who can soar among the clouds? Only I, Little Buddha. The joy in Little Buddha's heart is like a song, resonating in the air. Little Buddha's heart has completely freed itself from the constraints of life. Today, Little Buddha no longer needs to feel melancholy, only joy ripples in the heart. Who can walk in the air? Only I, Little Buddha. Who can soar among the clouds? Only I, Little Buddha. The joy in Little Buddha's heart is like a song, resonating in the air. Little Buddha's heart has completely freed itself from the constraints of life. Today, Little Buddha no longer needs to feel melancholy, only joy ripples in the heart
Little Buddha attempted to receive the body, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only feel that this body could obey his commands, yet he could not sense a unified self.
Thinking of these things truly brings an unpleasant feeling to my heart. My life has been such a failure. After my parents passed away, I have either been begging or relying on the help of others to survive. Is my current experience really a way for heaven to help me change? However, if I do not even have a sense of self in my body, what use is it?
Little Buddha was extremely excited. He gently pushed open the window, and his body surged outward as if swimming, drifting out of the window. Seeing himself truly flying, Little Buddha controlled his excitement, gliding and kicking like a frog, swimming towards the roof. His body felt incredibly light, as if he were made of cotton, floating effortlessly, feeling so comfortable
Shaking his head, the little Buddha no longer wishes to exert his mind in this manner
This feeling is amazing, like being in a dream. Xiao Fo even doubts whether this is a dream and pinches himself hard, oh, it hurts so much. Xiao Fo excitedly shouts in his heart, "This is not a dream, this is real, I really flew up, yo ho!"
The little Buddha, upside down in the air, plunged into the room and lay on the bed, beautifully drifting into a dream. The ability to swim in the air had already allowed the little Buddha to exhaust all his energy in excitement. The extremely tired little Buddha did not realize that his self-awareness had significantly improved, and his body was now more in sync with him. What will the little Buddha do next?