Chapter 37: One Thought is an Immortal, One Thought is a Buddha
I seem to have become a fighting machine, only wanting to fight, even if it means fighting until I die, I absolutely must fight. After being shocked by me countless times, Liu Bowen finally couldn't bear it anymore, rising his hand, an immense and incomparable Taiji diagram directly pressed down on me, I offered up the crazy blood-colored Taiji diagram. Taking Taiji against Taiji, the two collided, but it was unprecedentedly calm, I was trying to carry it up, it was trying to press it down!
"Still the same words, I don't want to kill you!" Liu Bowen seems that this Taiji diagram, for me is only the effect of suppression, after sending it out, he turned his body, and directly chased after the direction of the yellow skin, his target, was never me, but my child.
I, on the other hand, was Liu Bowen's a taijitu to death, unexpectedly unable to resist, I watched the nine two desperate frantic running, she has just finished giving birth, bare feet, covered in blood towards the direction of the yellow skins chasing, she just want to go to recover our child, and I, I can not move. This feeling, makes me despair, even if I am full of anger and resentment, even if I become a demon, what's the harm? I still can't stop a lot of things from happening, I still can't do anything about it, becoming a demon won't work, so let's just die.
What's the use of resisting? What's the point of living if you can't protect your wife and kids? Why, my old man can fly up in the daytime with one trip, why can't I? Am I that useless? Since I'm useless, since I'm rotten, I'll just die.
I put away the Tai Chi, just now that thought became a devil, now this thought, then to die.
I let Liu Bo Wen's piece of Tai Chi figure smashed on my body, smashed me on the ground, smashed the blood and flesh, die, then just die. I closed my eyes to feel this coming death.
In the haze, I seemed to be really dead, I became a ghost, I could only feel my own existence, in front of my eyes, there was a broken house, inside the broken house, there was a stream of cooking smoke, I walked over, opened the door, and saw in the yard, there was a ragged child, cooking green vegetables in a broken pot.
He saw me and showed a look of awe, but it was a broken pot behind him that he was trying to protect, and his eyes were all full of wariness, as if he was afraid that I was going to snatch the rotten leaves of greens that he was cooking in the broken pot.
"My mother says I help people, and if you're hungry, I can give you half." He said to me after I had confronted him for a while, this was a cunning child, he probably knew that if he angered me he might not even keep his half. So he chose to compromise. This kid was dirty. This place, could be the edge of hell, this kid, is a homeless brat, right? Seeing him, I thought of my child, the one I'd only glanced at.
I sat down and ate the pot of rotten vegetable leaves with him, without salt, the taste was quite unpleasant, I took a bite and spit it out, I felt that I had never eaten such a bad dish in my life, this child with whom I had already become acquainted immediately took a wooden stick and struck me on the head and said, "It's okay if you don't eat it, do you know how hard it is for me to snatch this rotten vegetable leaves from the other children? "
After saying that, he looked at the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground heartily, and I knew that he might even want to pick them up and eat them, but he finally seemed to be enduring the severe pain and stepped on the mouthful of vegetable leaves that I spat out, saying, "My mother said that it's not a disgrace to eat what's left over from other people, but it's only shameful to eat what other people spit out. But first things first, you're not allowed to eat it, what a waste!"
I nodded and said, "Okay, I won't eat it. Uncle just isn't hungry, you eat alone."
I just watched this child wolf down the leaves of vegetables, it was pitiful to watch, I waited for him to finish eating, he touched his round belly, he seemed to be very cozy, this child was four or five years old, but had the look of a teenage child.
"Hey, where did you come from?" This child asked me.
"Where from? I don't know." I said blankly, maybe from the yang world?
"Hey, it seems that you are also a homeless person, my mother told me to be a kind person, so let's do it this way, I'll share half of this house with you, but first things first, you'll have to go out with me to look for food before you can eat, or else you'll go hungry." He seemed to be weighing as if he had to say.
"Okay, I'll go out with you to find food, hell that's it right?" I said.
"Hell? That's right too, hell, hell." The boy stretched his accent and seemed very helpless.
"You keep saying that your mother taught you, and I can see that your mother is a kind person, but where is your mother?" I asked this child, perhaps because of my child, I was very fond of this child.
"I don't know, but my mother said that she will definitely come back for me." The little child said firmly. –This was really a lost little kid who couldn't find his mother.
At this time, the little one suddenly leaned over to my ear and said to me, "I'll tell you a secret, do you want to hear it."
"Since it's a secret, I won't listen to it, if I listen to it, can it still be called a secret?" I laughed, this little guy, is really a little too cute.
"No, my mother told me that to my friends, you can't have secrets, I must tell you this secret, my mom is beautiful!" He said to me waving his little fist.
I deliberately teased him, "I don't believe it."
He instantly got angry, and that ash-stained smiling face immediately puffed up and said to me, "You wait! I'll go get my mother's picture to show you!" After saying this, he walked towards the dilapidated wooden hut, which, amidst its beckoning, seemed to fall down at any moment, and this child had evidently kept his own mother's picture very secret and known only to himself, and in a short while he ran at me as if he wanted to hit me in the face.
He ran very fast, but at this time, the door of this cabin was suddenly opened, rushed in a group of people, this group of people, surprisingly, Yin soldiers! Surprisingly those terracotta warriors, could it be that the Nine Specters Realm that I am in is actually controlled by these Yin soldiers no?
Those soldiers rushed into the courtyard, did not say anything, directly with the black spear on the charge over to me, I froze, completely do not know what is the situation, at this time, the child with his wooden stick on the defense against the soldiers ran, while running while I said: "run north, run as far away as possible, my mother told me, as long as the run north, you will definitely be saved, because I am the one who can't be saved, because I'm the one who can't be saved. you will definitely be saved, because my father is in the north, and he is a great hero!"
I was still dumbfounded, but in the twinkling of an eye, this child had been pierced through by the spear of the Yin soldier, and his small body had been picked up at once, but he was still holding his wooden stick, and knocking futilely at the head of the Yin soldier, and knocking at the same time, saying, "Run away, run away to the north, and run away to the north, and you will be saved."
I want to save him, starting hand, but no Taiji map, I no longer have a green lotus in my body, this child is dead, hopeless, I can only listen to him, run, run to the north.
I have been running, running to the back of no Yin soldiers chasing after me, on the road, is dark, endless darkness, and countless corpses, layers and layers of piles of mountains.
When I was tired of running, I suddenly remembered that child, that lovely child, the child who said I was a friend, I felt I had to go back to see, although the first time we met, I at least had to collect his body, I walked back, and walked a long way, I saw the small courtyard, and walked in, the child was already lying in a pool of blood.
I walked over to him, he wasn't dead yet, and he seemed to hate me, "Why did you come back you fool, you have to run north to be saved ah, this is what my mother said."
"I came back to see you, and, your mother may be wrong, is to run north, but also all the corpses, this is hell." I said.
The child was suddenly sad, he said, "My mother wouldn't lie to me, she's so beautiful, forget it, you fool can't quite understand, look, isn't my mother beautiful?"
After saying that, he shoved a bloodied photo to me with that one little hand that was full of blood, I took it, wiped the blood on it dry, and saw a face that I was incomparably familiar with, and that I could hardly forget even with a bang.
The mother of the child in this photo was, surprisingly, Nine or Two.
I instantly burst out in tears, I wipe the mud stains on the child's face, I saw his tender face, surprisingly so similar to myself, but this child in my arms, still coughing up blood. Seeing that it was already lifeless.
"What is your mother's name?" I asked.
"My mother's name is nine two, forget it, tell you a secret, my name is six two, my old man, his name is three two oh, my mother said to me, my family is a three, six, nine, I'm six two, it's the equalization of her and my father, it's in the middle of the two of them, it's the best baby." He said, after that, he rubbed his eyes as if he was sleepy, and yawned, he said, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep so bad, silly, you must run north, that's what my mother said, run north, find my father, my mother said, my father is a great hero of the world, only he, can save those who are not dead yet, and can kill those damned Yin soldiers. "
"Fool, why are you crying?"
"Silly, you haven't told me what your name is, I've told you so many of my secrets, why are you so petty?"
"Forget it fool, Liu Liang is sleepy, I'm going to sleep, remember you must run north ah, you must find my father, you have to tell my father, little Liu Liang didn't disgrace him, he was killed in battle!"
After saying that, he finally closed his eyes, no breathing, my hands, dead grasp of the photo he regarded as a treasure, his name is six two.
His mother's name was Jiuzou.
His mother told him that his old man, Guo Sanliang, was a hero of the world.
But son, do you know that I am your father?
I'm the one you call a hero. But I chose to run away when you died just now!
I picked up the child, this child of my own, and he died in front of me, and when he died, he was smiling, and he was sitting in a dream.
–In the north, there was his old man, a great hero.
–Unconsciously, the Yin soldiers once again surrounded me, Yin soldiers as far as the eye can see, this time, there are almost a million Yin soldiers surrounded me, the leader of the gold coffins floating, there are headless corpses fighting with swords.
I hugged Six Two.
Six Two, Six Two, how can Dad let you down?
Dad will prove to you today that I am not in the north, I am right in front of your eyes, I am a great hero.
I take a step forward, this step, for heaven.
I take a step back, one step back, for the earth.
I stand, and raise the little six taels, and a taijitu falls from the sky, and a taijitu rises from the earth.
I put Little Six Two on the ground, and with tears streaming down my face, I opened my arms and said, "Son, isn't this what heroes are supposed to do?"
Today, your father, also come to run through yin and yang, okay?
Heaven and earth are unkind, taking everything as ruminants.
Then I will run through heaven and earth.
At this instant, ten thousand feet of heavenly thunder fell from the sky, and above the ground, the earth shook.
One force, destroying millions of Yin soldiers.
Little Liu Liang, your mom didn't lie to you, did you see that?
-This dream woke me up, I'm still in the same place, but I, Guo Sanliang, today, with a thought of becoming an immortal, I have achieved the supreme golden body.
By my side, there is another me.
I looked at him and he looked at me.
Everything just now was a dream, and I am still in the Zhao residence compound in Locktau Village.
What real person in the air, feet on the white python, and with the heavenly dragon against.
One thought for immortal.
A thought for the devil?