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Chapter 427 He wants to kill someone
That night, in the sacred, solemn, and awe-inspiring Guanyin Temple, there were unprecedented screams.

That night, the male voice from the Guanyin Temple was crazy like never before in this sacred place.

"Since you, the son-giving Guanyin, can't send us any heirs, then you can leave some blood for my Chen family yourself!"

There was a hint of excitement in that crazy voice.

But, what is the reason for the excitement in the madness?
After that night, on the second day, there were a lot fewer people in the Guanyin Temple.

However, when people pass by the Guanyin Temple, they still subconsciously show awe.

During the day, it is solemn and sacred here.

It's scary and dark here in the dark.

Every night, there are different sounds here.

Excitement, madness, arrogance, and accusations are like the last madness of ordinary protagonists before the end.

Since then, there have been two completely opposite sides in this Guanyin Temple, one is holy in the sun, and the other is dirty in the dark.

Everyone who came at night consciously covered their faces with black scarves. It seemed that by covering their conscious faces in this way, people could not see the hideousness on their faces, and they could hide the ugliness and darkness in their hearts.

Everyone comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry.

People seem to have discussed it, it was him last night, it was him tonight, and it was him tomorrow night.

People line up and no two people are here to talk to each other.

It is a kind of order, a kind of self-consciousness that is rarely seen in the daylight, even in a bustling metropolis.

Consciously. Makes people want to laugh, make people want to cry, make people want to scold, but there is no way to scold.

One day, two days, three days.

January, February, March.

It's ridiculous to say that Chenjia Village, which has poor Fengshui, doesn't know that the location of Guanyin Temple has better Fengshui.

Just two or three months later, the incarnation of Avalokitesvara, who used to be admired while sitting on the altar and made people dare not look directly, began to show signs of vomiting and lack of energy.

After that, the Guanyin Temple was silent for a while.

People expect miracles, and people believe in miracles.

In Chenjia Village, which seems to have completely exterminated offspring, every pregnant woman is the last hope of the villagers who are almost insane.

Ten days.

half a month.

One month.

For a whole month, no one in Guanyin Temple came by moonlight.

During the day, there are always people who come to deliver melons, fruits and vegetables, and people who wear hypocritical masks to ask for their health.

At night, here is a quiet place, occasionally there will be whining cries, in the dark night, such as complaints, complaints, and accusations of innocent souls.

January.

two months.

Five months, seven months.

The women living in the temple are getting bigger and bigger, and their movements are becoming more and more inconvenient.

that day.

She stood in front of the door with her stomach on her back, watching the uncles from the same village talking and laughing under the big willow tree at the head of the village. When she looked at her, there was a secretive smile in her eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to see that when she was a child, she and her friends were walking on the street. When they were sweet, there would always be some uncles and aunts who would share the saved snacks with them.

At that time, the smiles on their faces were so kind, as kind as they are now.

At that moment, she was suddenly in a trance.

She was thinking, what is all of this for?
She is not a god.

It was they who made her a god.

She has no powers.

They should have known this long ago, but when they actually confirmed it, why on earth did everything become like this?
That night, she knelt in front of the Guanyin statue and stayed up all night for a long time.

She wants an answer.

However, that answer has yet to come.

That night in Li Min, she had cramps in her stomach, and her soul seemed to be torn apart.

She didn't cry or scream, just like a quiet ninja.

dawn.

When the first person found her lying in front of the Buddha statue, she had fallen into a coma and was dying.

And beside her was a pair of babies who were a little smaller than normal newborn babies.

It's a pity that it was discovered too late, and the pair of babies had already lost their voices.

What's even more amazing is that the villagers of Chenjia Village finally got a response after decades of begging to send their son Guanyin.

This pair of babies. A boy and a girl.

She did not die, she was sent home dying.

That home. The home she used to be familiar with became so strange at some point.

Her father didn't talk to her, and when facing her, he didn't make a sound.

The elder brother didn't look at her, and when they were living together, he never met her eyes.

Every time my sister-in-law sees her, her eyes are full of vigilance, defense, and jealousy that she can't understand or doesn't want to understand.

The mother shed tears every day, and when she looked at her, there was a kind of guilt in her eyes that could make her think.

It is often said that the people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies.

She sometimes wonders. So, what about the person next to the pillow?
She didn't know and didn't want to know.

After recovering, she left the place she called home and returned to... where she belonged.

Not that she wanted to, but that she had to.

That family can no longer accommodate her.

She cannot escape from this home.

That night, a long-lost stranger ushered in the Guanyin Temple.

That kind of perverted smile, in the laughter, made her feel a little familiar.

When did you hear it?
She...can't remember.

After that, everything seemed to go back to the way it was before.

A few months later, her belly bulged again.

The Guanyin Temple was silent again for a while.

Only, this time. Shorter.

A short month later, she was resting on her side on the bed when the door opened suddenly, waking her up from her nightmare.

The next day, she heard those uncles playing chess and talking under the big willow tree in front of the gate.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear words like 'luck', 'boy', 'fate', but she didn't know the specific content.

After that, a valve seemed to be opened in the village, which brought more excitement and joy to the villagers' last madness.

After that, no one cared whether she had a big belly or whether she was in danger.

January, half a year,

One year, three years.

Stretch your stomach, and then wake up at night or "magically" disappear during the day.

The Guanyin Temple seems to have become a taboo in the village.

During the day, no one will come here, and at night, people line up and wait here.

Three years, five years.

Five years later, one night.
When a man in a black scarf left and another man in a black scarf came in, what he saw was a corpse with a big belly.

He walked forward, touched his breath, talked about pulse gates, and listened to his heartbeat.

Oh, it's dead.

These four words jumped out of his mind, as if he was thinking...ah, it's noon, it's time for lunch.

Even, looking at her lying on the bed at that moment, her eyes seemed to open and close.There was also a strange idea in the man's mind.

How about while it's hot?

Ha ha!

There are many interpretations of these two words: it means ridicule, it means disdain, it means perfunctory, it means
Seems to work everywhere.

Naturally, it can also be used here.

Did he take advantage of the heat?

Nobody knows.

I only know that not long after, the people inside the door went out, and the people outside the door dispersed.

On the second day, the once solemn and sacred Guanyin Temple was turned into ruins.

A few years later, the ruins were buried in history without leaving any traces.

Tang Sanzan turned his head and looked at Chenjia Village in the distance.

In front of the village, the big willow tree is growing vigorously, and it seems that it can get ruthless and endless vitality from the ground.

It seems that no matter ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, or ten thousand years, this land can provide nutrients for its growth.

Under the big willow tree, two old men with white beard and white hair were playing chess around the stone table, and a group of people with the same white beard and white hair were watching.

A group of people were talking and laughing, and the scene was picturesque.

Tang Sanzan felt that if a professional photographer took this scene at this time, perhaps this Chenjia Village could be named a happy village in the world.

just
At this moment, looking at the picturesque scene, looking at the vigorous willow tree, looking at those old people who seem to have lived for hundreds of years.

Tang Sanzan only had one thought in mind.

He wants to kill someone.

"Want to kill someone?"

Seemingly seeing through Tang Sanzan's mind, Guanyin looked away from a distance and landed on Tang Sanzan.

Tang Sanzan nodded without hiding it.

"I want, too."

It seems that Guanyin's answer should not be the three words that a Bodhisattva should say.

It's just that these three words sounded in my ears, but Tang Sanzan felt it.

It seems that as soon as these three words are uttered, Guanyin in front of him is no longer a Buddha, but a person.

Looking at the distance, under the big willow tree, a group of old people talking and laughing, their lives seem to be happy and happy.

Tang Sanzan felt absurd for no reason.

Buddha. Humanity.

People. Lost their conscience.

What kind of world is this?
Guanyin looked at Tang Sanzan, "Are you a little confused?"

Tang Sanzan nodded, then shook his head again, "Through all kinds of darkness and all kinds of shackles, I will break them by myself."

Guanyin looked at Tang Sanzan, "You have a good master."

Tang Sanzan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Guanyin puzzled.

Guanyin hooked the corners of her mouth, "You have a good master, and in 18 years, he passed on your all-powerful abilities.

But what about them? "

In Tang Sanzan's eyes, a bit of confusion appeared again.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but a sigh sounded in my ear, and Guanyin's voice sounded again leisurely.

"I don't like Buddhism."

Tang Sanzan was taken aback, Guanyin smiled, "But I still entered Buddhism without hesitation."

Tang Sanzan was thoughtful.

Guanyin raised his head and looked at Tang Sanzan seriously.

"So, it's not a bad idea to leave Buddhism when you get the scriptures."

In the two characters of the scriptures, Avalokitesvara has emphasized the pronunciation.

Tang Sanzan knew that the real scriptures in her words were not the fake scriptures that Tang monk and his disciples got for the first time in Journey to the West.

Tang Sanzan also knew that although there was no subject before leaving the Buddhist gate in this sentence, he could clearly comprehend what Avalokitesvara wanted to express.

so.
Sutra?

Guanyin looked at Tang Sanzan, "I used to want to kill some people, but...in the end, I didn't."

Tang Sanzun lowered his head and looked at Guanyin.

Guanyin raised his finger and pointed to the big willow tree in the distance, and the old man with white beard and white hair under the big willow tree.

Tang Sanzan looked along Guanyin's fingers, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the big willow tree seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

Under the big blood-colored willow tree, a group of centenarians with white beard and white hair seemed to have sensed something, turned their heads, and smiled kindly at the place where the Tang Sanbu was located.

Under that smile, what Tang Sanzan saw was...
Ferocious blue face, blood-colored fangs.

At this time, the voice of the Bodhisattva was coming from the ear.

"How long will they live?"

Tang San was buried in awe-inspiring manner.

He understood the meaning of Guanyin's words.

How long do you have to live?
Each of them has lived for hundreds or even hundreds of years!
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ps: Four more outbreaks, Dafeng is happy.

(End of this chapter)