Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 124

The beggar was beaten up and lay on the ground with his body hunched over, his face was bruised and purple, nosebleeds flowed out, mixed with mud and smeared on his face, he was in a state of embarrassment.After being torn and trampled on, the colorless clothes on his body became even more tattered with dust and nosebleeds.He bent his back and curled his body into a small ball as much as possible, with his back to the sun, his face hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

As soon as Sheyang was free, he quickly crawled to the beggar's side, helped him up, and patted the dust off his body.The beggar let him fiddle with him indifferently.Sheyang found a reasonably clean cloth towel, wet it, and handed it to him to wipe his face.He took it, holding the cloth towel in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Sheyang had no choice but to take back the cloth towel and wipe his face.

He let him rub, raised his head when he raised his head, stood up when he stood up, like a stupid fool, and like a puppet.

Sheyang began to chatter, telling him not to show off if he is not capable, and to have a better attitude when those gangsters come again in the future, so as not to be beaten. Sheyang's words went into his left ear and came out of his right ear, and they didn't reach him at all. heart.She Yang threw the cloth towel, grabbed his shoulders tightly and said, "Brother Yang, Brother Yang! Did you hear me? What are you thinking?"

The beggar raised his head and stayed there for a while, then suddenly touched Sheyang's nose, but Sheyang tilted his head in surprise and avoided it.The beggar's hand fell to nothing, and his expression immediately became sad. It was a kind of sadness that sees the world's cold and warm life, and there is deep pain in the clear eyes. Even the sun can't shine in, and there is only a thick and desperate look. dark.She Yang just glanced at it and then had the idea of ​​wanting to kill himself, as if he felt the same, he fell deeply into the same sad emotion and couldn't extricate himself.

"Your nose really looks like him." When he said this, he seemed to smile a little, and it seemed that it was just an illusion of Sheyang——Sheyang was greatly influenced by him, and unconsciously he used his The sorrows and joys are my own sorrows and joys, my mind is chaotic, I lose my autonomy, and I can't tell whether it is an illusion or reality.

"It's a pity that the eyes don't look like him, and the mouth doesn't look like that either." When he said this, the sadness from before was in his eyes again.Sheyang only wished to be like him, so that the people in front of him could be comforted. Sheyang didn't know how he had such an idea, his thinking was not determined by himself.

"I've been looking for him all these years, but I can't find anyone who is exactly like him. There are so many people in the Three Realms, why is there no one who can replace him? Is there really only one him in the sky and on the earth?"

He touched Sheyang's eyebrows with his hand, and his expression was even more obsessed, looking at another person through Sheyang.This time Sheyang didn't dodge, his mind was muddled, and he forgot to dodge.

"I have traveled to every corner of the Three Realms, and I spent my long life doing one thing: looking for him, but I couldn't find him. From childhood to adulthood, as long as it is what I want to do, I will definitely be able to do it, even if it is against the sky, Even if I want to become No.1 in the Three Realms, I can do it, only this thing I failed, and I will always fail.”

He touched his nose with his hand, and put his palm on the tip of Sheyang's nose.

"Such a straight nose is exactly the same as his. Speaking of which, when he was still alive, I never touched his nose carefully, nor did I take a good look at his appearance. I'm afraid that one day, I will just forget him like this What he looks like, and I hope that one day, I can forget it, then I can get rid of him and live happily."

He put down his hand, shook his head lightly, a mocking smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, as if laughing at how he could get rid of him.

Sheyang's eyes moved with his hands, and his mind was controlled by him.

"There are solutions to all the difficulties in the world. There is only one thing, which is the greatest pain in life. Even if you are invincible in spells and powerful in magic, there is nothing you can do."

His strangely bright eyes aimed at Sheyang, "Guess what's going on?"

Sheyang's eyes were gloomy, and he was hit by his mind control technique, temporarily becoming a puppet who lost his soul and was manipulated by others.

"I don't know, please enlighten me, Master."

"Alas..." He sighed a long time, turned his head to look outside, and saw a high mountain from the gate of the Earth Temple, it was sunset, the sky was about to be dark, but it was going to be dark after all. "Look, it's going to be dark that day. If I don't like it, I can keep the sky bright and the sun rising. Believe it or not?"

"I trust the master."

"Back then I said that the flowers would always bloom undefeated, the trees would be evergreen, that the world should be determined according to my will, that everyone should be free, and that brothers should live happily under my wings. I did it, but myself, from the moment I succeeded, I have never been happy again, because when I succeeded, I also lost him."

He turned his head and looked at Sheyang, "The whole world is cheering for me, but I can't hear him say a word to me again. I even lose the motivation to hate. I admire him for being cruel enough to play with everyone In the palm of his hand, he has accurately calculated everything before and after his life, his ruthlessness and scheming, even if I flatter him, I can't catch up."

"Have you ever been in pain?" He asked softly, his tone extremely flat.After all these years of experience, he can finally talk about anything in an extremely flat tone.

"Yes." Sheyang said.

"What is your pain?"

"I want to become a fairy, and I want to see if the fairy tales in the legend really exist."

He patted Sheyang on the shoulder, "Being controlled by me, you can still retain a little bit of your own thoughts. Your spiritual power is very strong, and you are very suitable for cultivating immortals. Unfortunately, I promised him in my heart that he would not increase the number of immortals, otherwise it would be a disaster." You become a fairy." Changing his tone, he said again, "There is nothing good about being a fairy, cutting off the emotions and desires, it is no different from a dead person."

"It will be more painful if you don't stop your lust." Sheyang's gloomy eyes flashed brightly, and it seemed that he was about to release his control technique.Sheyang continued: "In this world, one has to experience all kinds of sufferings. The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, parting from love, and not being able to ask for it. hapiness."

"You are wrong." A cold light flashed in his eyes, "Immortals are not without pain, but become numb. I wish I could be as numb as they are, but I can't. This shows that some people can become immortals even if they become immortals." It still hurts.”

He put his index finger on the center of Sheyang's eyebrows, and a stream of pure zhenqi was injected into Sheyang's body along the index finger to help her regain her sanity. Seeing Sheyang struggling on the verge of waking up, he secretly felt that he was still inferior to that person. I remember that during the war between gods and demons, that person only took a month to practice the spell, and he could control people's mind by playing music with water drops of grass.

Sheyang closed his eyes and opened them slowly, "What is the pain of the master, and what is the thing that cannot be done?" Sheyang asked at the moment when he was about to wake up.

The beggar stretched out his hand to touch the center of Sheyang's eyebrows, and there was a red light between Sheyang's eyebrows, and the restrictions on the three souls and seven souls were instantly lifted.

Sheyang Jiling shuddered, and came back to his senses, still holding the cloth towel in his hand, "Huh? When did your face become so clean?" Sheyang obviously forgot what happened just now.

The beggar said indifferently: "I wiped it myself, thank you."

Sheyang put back the cloth towel, sat back beside the beggar, and said, "Brother Yang, I'm not talking about you. Since you don't have much skill, next time you see them, you'd better stay away from them."

The beggar looked at him with eyes that she didn't understand, "I have never learned this word in my life."

"What word?"

"escape."

After saying this, the beggar bent over and walked back to the corner, lay down on the straw mat and began to sleep as usual.The angle of the beggar lying down is just right to see the green hills in the distance. The sun has completely set on the other side of the hills, and the afterglow is shining on the sky. The black and red sky and clouds are very similar to what you saw when you looked out from the Five Elements Mountain many years ago. look.

Marble Mountains.

500 years.

He was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain and looked at the sky and clouds for 500 years. He saw the grass green and yellow, the flowers bloom and wither, and time passed by like the wind before his eyes. He thought that those days were the most bitter, but It turns out that his more painful days will come later - today when that person has completely disappeared.

When the man had just disappeared, he didn't believe he was really dead.No one knows that person's ability better than him. With his invincible resourcefulness, he definitely has a trick that others don't know about, and he can definitely make things more perfect.He firmly believes that he will be resurrected.Until one day, he suddenly thought, what if that person's wish is death?Because he couldn't face the grievances between him and himself while alive, and the creatures of Huaguo Mountain lay between them, making it impossible for the two of them to untie the knot of hatred, so he risked his life for his life and made a final decision.

Realizing this, he began to panic.

He actually knew that it wasn't a day or two since that person had thoughts of dying.The world only saw his ruthlessness, but no one saw his sadness, so he also forgot what a lonely and helpless guy he was inside.From the moment he failed to save his mother, he wanted to apologize with death. It was only because his responsibilities could not be shirked, and no one could take the burden on his shoulders, that he lingered until now. Now that his work is done, he can rest freely up.

So he pushed all the pain to him.

He finally understood how cruel this man was.

He searched every corner of the Three Realms, but couldn't find him.To lose is to lose, and there is no possibility of having it again.This is often the case with everything in the world. Don’t care about it when you still have it. It’s too late to find it when you lose it.Being late means that no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to do what you want to do most in your heart.She Yang mentioned just now that Buddhism teaches that the most painful thing among the seven sufferings in life is not getting what you want, but it is not getting what you want, but losing it after you get it.

He gave up searching and practiced a demonic method called soul refining, collecting the souls of babies born when the yang energy was at its strongest on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month at three o'clock at noon.It is enough to collect 99 pieces, and he has collected [-] pieces so far.Three years ago, he figured out that the Earth Temple where Sheyang lives is the place that most attracts the soul of Jiyang's baby, so he came here.After that person died, he burned his flesh and bones, sprinkled his ashes on Huaguo Mountain, peeled off his skin, and preserved it with freezing techniques.If one can gather the soul of the Infant of Extreme Sun and refine the soul together with the skin of that person, then the soulless skin can be made to move, and the flesh and bones can grow back. It looks like he is alive again.But although he has a body, he loses his soul.

He is deluding himself.

Which of the mortal beings in this world has not deceived himself or others?

He couldn't think of anything, at least to do something to give himself a reason to live.After the war between gods and demons ended, the number of gods and demons decreased significantly, while the number of humans increased dramatically. The masters of the entire Three Realms are humans. The world is stable and peaceful, and there is no dispute. He has no reason to fight and resist, and he has no motivation to hate. .He is left with endless memories, thoughts and love.But love is harder to escape than hate.

He saw the sky darken like splashed ink, the stars rose, and a full moon hung in the sky, and he knew it was another sleepless night.

The moon is still the same moon, the stars are still the same stars, and the feeling of the wind blowing over is no different from before—only the people are gone.

He looked at Xingyue and thought, this is something he has seen before.

He smelled the fragrance of flowers in the wind blowing in from outside, thinking, this is the wind he blows.

He curled up, hugged his knees with his hands, and lay sideways on the straw mat, feeling the long night, thinking, this is the night he once suffered from insomnia.

I will feel what you have experienced. From now on, I will live as you, and you will be equivalent to living.So you don’t smile often, so I don’t laugh either; you used to have gray hair, so I have to grow it too; you always suffer from insomnia, so I don’t have the right to sleep soundly; you don’t bother to be the master of the Three Realms, so I will Don't care about status; if you don't like the loneliness of the heavenly temple, I will live in the mortal world for you.

But you are still gone after all...

In the dark night, he opened his eyes wide and thought about the person in his heart, his face was expressionless and his eyes were empty.

Missing was such a heavy thing that it made it difficult for him to breathe, almost suffocating.

Missing is such a light thing, light and powerless, it is hard to catch the blurred image of that person, and it floats away like a light smoke in an instant.

Since then, I have lived alone, accompanied by my thoughts.

Missing follows him like breathing, which can only bring him despair.

The day was fine, I lay still and the day passed quickly.The night is the hardest, open your eyes to see the scenery outside, from dark to dawn.

Occasionally have a dream, meet in a dream, always false.

In recent years, what is particularly sad is that there is not even a dream...

Sheyang beside him was fast asleep, and the movement of turning over interrupted the beggar's thoughts.

The beggar turned his head to look at Sheyang, and said in a voice that Sheyang could never hear: "You ask me what is the most bitter thing in life, and you won't understand. For me, the most painful thing is to live forever and beg for death cannot."

The wind is getting wilder, the moon is on the treetops, and the night is getting deeper.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, there was an aura unique to lonely souls and wild ghosts in the wind, and a wisp of the soul of the baby of the extreme sun, which was so faint that it was almost invisible, swayed towards the earth temple.It turned out that someone nearby had just died a baby, and the baby's soul was attracted by the yin energy of the Earth Temple, and it floated over involuntarily.

The beggar's eyes became extremely bright immediately, and he stared at the ghost firmly. He turned his head and rushed to Sheyang to release a few sleepy bugs, causing Sheyang to fall into a deep coma.

The ghost continued to float, and finally stopped at the gate of the Earth Temple.

At the moment when the ghost was about to stop, the beggar turned into a ray of golden light, came outside in the blink of an eye, waved his hand, and took the ghost away.

At this time, there was an angry shout from behind the beggar: "Where did the evildoer come from! You actually collect the soul of a baby here! Don't you fear retribution for doing these outrageous things?"