Chapter 897: 694 chapters, this is called fate

694 chapters, this is called fate.

694 chapters, this is called fate.

Last time the story mentioned the two strange stones.

I recall that in my youth, hearing people talk about Journey to the West, the storyteller, before the opening, would always say this line: Speaking of the Western Heaven, stones can talk, tiles can become spirits.

I felt strange.

I thought the storyteller was just talking nonsense.

Later, seeing those ghosts and monsters in real life, who devoured goodness all day, I then understood the innocence of youth. At that time, the innocent youth imagined the world to be that beautiful. Everything was beautiful, so simple.

Actually, there are many things in this world that you cannot figure out, and that you cannot imagine.

You could never imagine that from the stone cracks on Huaguo Shan could leap a stone monkey; this stone monkey is wholly talented. It can ascend to heaven and dive into earth, can cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace, can subdue demons and capture monsters, can it somersault 108,000 li in one flip?

Is everything heavenly ordained? Is it God's arrangement, unchangeable, unable to be altered?

Here, let's not talk about that strange stone on Huaguo Shan for now; let's speak only of the Heaven-mending Stone beneath Great Wilderness Mountain.

When Nüwa mended the heavens, she surely knew the extent of the damage and how to repair it. As a divine messenger, how could she not know how the gods mend their own creations? Nüwa clearly knows that mending the heavens requires 36,500 stones; why did she refine 36,501 superior stones? That extra superior stone is unnecessary.

There must be another arrangement. How is it arranged? Could a person know such things? How could a person know the gods' arrangements? If so, wouldn't that person be a god?

From this, it seems humans can never grasp their own fate.

Everything lies in the unseen grasp. Like the stone beneath Great Wilderness Mountain, the stone discarded by Nüwa, the Heaven-mending Stone. Seeing all the other stones used to mend the heavens, only this one was left unused, unable to serve, so it complained and felt resentful, its heart surely unbalanced.

This is human nature, understandable.

Last time the story mentioned the stone discarded by Nüwa at No Opportunity Cliff on Great Wilderness Mountain, which all day complained and felt resentful, idly bored, wandered about playing.

Coincidentally, one day the stone discarded by Nüwa, while playing, went to the riverside below No Opportunity Cliff on Great Wilderness Mountain. This river is not far from No Opportunity Cliff, right at the foot of Great Wilderness Mountain.

This river is called the Spirit River. The Spirit River is special; its riverbed is wide, and that broad riverbed is everywhere strewn with stones.

As for the river water, there is only a little bit in the middle of the river.

That little bit of river water flows down from Great Wilderness Mountain.

The stone abandoned by Nüwa said: "I have been on Great Wilderness Mountain for a thousand or so years; how come I have never seen this river?"

As the stone looked around in doubt, among the scattered stones by the Spirit River there was a small grass.

This small grass aroused great interest in the Heaven-mending Stone.

Hey! What a strange plant!

Where did this grass among the rocks come from? This must be a grass with extremely strong vitality.

Thus, the Heaven-mending Stone lightly moved its steps toward that small grass. When the Heaven-mending Stone approached that small grass among the rocks, upon looking, it saw that this small grass was indeed not an ordinary grass.

This small grass has purple-red stems, its roots firmly lodged in the stone crevices. Seeing the Heaven-mending Stone approach, its leaves flutter in the breeze, as if welcoming this stone that has come from afar.

You know, in the rarely visited Great Wilderness Mountain, where even birds are absent, the stones feel lonely; how could the grass in the stone crevices not be lonely as well?

Upon seeing this beautiful small grass, the Heaven-mending Stone fell in love at first sight. Seeing a stone approaching from afar, the small grass first felt fear, but then, seeing that the stone meant it no harm, it relaxed.

The stone also gazed upon it with pity and affection. The small grass felt immense joy, for having grown among the rocks, it had never received such pitying and affectionate gaze from anyone.

You know, this is called fate. This is what they mean by 'those with affinity meet across a thousand miles; those without it do not recognize each other even face to face.'

The Heaven-mending Stone carefully examined that small grass in the rock crevices for a long time, feeling that its leaves, under the sunlight, gradually withered and turned somewhat yellowish.

The stone said to the grass: "Dear little grass sister, with me here, you will never suffer hunger or thirst in this life."

Thus the Heaven-mending Stone of Great Wilderness Mountain day and night cared for that small grass in the rock crevices, using the spring water from the middle of the Spirit River to water her. Over time, long ages passed. The small grass by the Spirit River at the foot of Great Wilderness Mountain, nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, actually shed its plant nature and took on human form, becoming an exceptionally intelligent maiden under heaven.

The small grass by the Spirit River at No Opportunity Cliff on Great Wilderness Mountain, after becoming a clever and beautiful maiden, also knew the things in the unseen. She day and night longed for that person in the unseen...