Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

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Wu Yue'er lowered her head, looking at the mottled tears on her face.

I also had this feeling when A Niang left.

At that time, A Niang was so sick that only a handful of bones remained in her body. She was still young, and when she saw A Niang finish her last sentence, she slowly closed her eyes until her body stinks and rots.One day when it rained, some other beggars hid from the rain under the tiles where they were squatting. ", and told her to hurry and bury him outside the city.

She was obedient, and dragged her mother's body to the hillside where the mother and his wife used to pick flowers in the middle of the night, digging the soil with one finger.When A Niang's body was pushed down the pit, her mood was exactly the same as at this time.

Wu Yue'er felt that maybe Sanniang, like Aniang, would never come back again.

It was dusk, and the west mountain was misty, Wu Yue'er finally chose to go to the city.

Be a good person.

In exchange for future Sanniang's "no worries about food and clothing", Ayang's "reading and calligraphy", and the entire Daichuan's "survival".

She followed a group of elders and distinguished families, with her back straight, and she was so glorious for the first time in her life. She was about to walk into the city with its big black mouth like a cannibalism, to accept the worship of future "believers".

A Yang, who was slapped for no reason, sobbed, broke free from Sanniang, and ran over to hug her with red and swollen cheeks.

"Sister, sister! Where are you going?"

With the wind blowing, Wu Yue'er heard the sound from the ground, the rustling of leaves, the sprouting of shoots, and the sound of gurgling water winding from under her feet.She turned around and saw the cloth rabbit that Ayang was holding tightly in his hand, and Sanniang in the distance holding a heavy brocade bag, looking at her with confused and bitter eyes.

"Sister...you want to be a god." She laughed, "Bless you in the future, Ah Yang can study hard, become a grand master, and buy a big house!"

She opened her arms and made a huge circle.

"So—big—!"

A Yang laughed through tears.

·

The memory scenes in the enchantment are constantly changing, and time passes by rapidly, gradually condensing a high platform.

Wu Yue'er had completely changed her attire. She was dressed in snow-white clothes, and stepped up to the altar that everyone built for her step by step. The surrounding fire candles were shining brightly, reflecting golden light all over her body.

She sits on it, like a young saint and a holy Guanyin, and the people below kneel down to worship, covering a large area.

The power of the memory picture scroll is weakening, and it is no longer enough to support the figures of Xue Xuanwei and Xiao Yihe to be revealed in the barrier.Although the two of them stood in the crowd at this moment, they looked like phantoms, but they couldn't touch the objects in the scene or talk to the people in the enchantment like before.

They looked at the girl who was hailed as a "god" in the flames. The filth on her body was washed away, revealing a delicate face. She was looking up at the night cumulus clouds that were gradually dissipating in the sky, and said in a low voice. Humming.

"Green apricots are small, swallows fly, green water is surrounded by people..."

"The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the flowers move and the curtain hangs down."

It was obviously just a gentle and beautiful spring song from the daughter's family, but the audience was silent, as if they were listening to the holy voice.

At this time, the land veins have already returned, but the spiritual energy of the rivers and mountains that can be drawn out needs to rest, at least until the winter snow turns into spring, and when Daichuan is like singing in this song, the green apricot dew, the grass moves and the smoke hangs down. Only then can it be filled with vitality again.

——The disaster was stretched out in the invisible waiting.

Xiao Yihe recalled the picture scroll at the beginning, the little beggar who often hid around because of petty theft, she had no possessions, was often scolded, and hadn't lived a good life for a few days, but she had a pair of black and smart eyes.

But at this time, on the face of "Little Guanyin", there was a little more hollowness and numbness.

Only when a flower moth came over the mountains from nowhere and flew past her eyes, did she reveal a little bit of innocence when she first saw her.

Across the vast crowd of disaster victims, Xiao Yihe saw the Sanniang who was begging Wu Yueer for alms back then, timidly hiding in a corner, not even daring to raise her eyes.A Yang in her arms still doesn't understand human feelings, just boldly looking at the godlike "sister" on the altar.

"Sister...is she really a god?"

Sanniang covered his mouth with sadness and fear in his eyes.

Who leaked this secret, and who pushed Wu Yue'er to the altar, seems not so important anymore.At this time, people will only praise and worship her as the Bodhisattva who saves the people of Daichuan and the Guanyin who saves the suffering.

On the night when Sanniang smashed her head, Wu Yue'er felt sorry for her once, and she was destined to feel sorry for her countless times.

People are the most "kind and compassionate", and what they know best is "saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda", but no one asks, on whose back is this golden pagoda built?

The flower moth bypassed the "altar", and rushed to the holy brazier made of old clothes. With a sizzling sound, it was lingering and swallowed by the bright red flames.

Like martyrdom.

The crowd was silent for a long time, and they were sincerely or falsely pious, until a sound of wooden fish sounded, and the "big monk" whose hair had not been shaved off and who still had a piece of green stubble on the back of his head stood up, shouting loudly, angry like a bell .

"Giving -- Avalokitesvara food!"

On the altar, four curtains were erected rustlingly, completely covering the "Little Guanyin" they worshiped and worshiped, and her figure was completely annihilated in the night and fire.

The process of distributing food is both mysterious and sacred. The great monk banged on the wooden fish and recited aloud.

"Benevolent kindness, great fortune... Don't be afraid, I will live with you today—"

Only then did the crowd erupt with joy, and everyone chatted happily, sharing the taste and size of Guanyin food yesterday.

However, someone complained, which ignited the doubts in the hearts of the people.

"Yesterday, the Avalokitesvara food for Wang's family was more than that for my family. There are only two fathers and sons in Wang's family, but my family has four members. How is this fair?"

Faintly, someone echoed: "There is always more for the elders..."

A thin and tall man said in discord: "That's all for Mr. Wang. We respect Mr. Wang as a scholar. When natural disasters came, Mr. Wang also gave us the chickens and ducks at home. Then Mr. Li's house is just selling ink, and he has never We have been given food before, why can we also get a large piece of Avalokitesvara food now?"

Everyone agreed one after another, and there were many discussions: "Yes, there is only so much Guanyin food in one day. They, rich businessmen and seniors, share a lot, so naturally they can give us less. Why?"

"That's it, why!"

But some people scolded: "Get out! To have Guanyin food is great compassion, what else do you want?! If it weren't for the little Guanyin, you are still eating dirt and drinking mud!"

However, no matter what the quarrel is about, everyone calls it "Guanyin food". As long as they can't see it, they pretend that they don't know it. something that kills them.

——It was cut from a young and innocent girl, bright red, throbbing, hot, and bleeding like them.

Knowing that this is a thing of the past, but Xiao Yihe can't be a calm spectator, as if there are countless sharp knives stabbing in his heart.

If he had been able to persist for a few more days, if he had been able to travel all over the Twelve Rivers, wouldn't such a thing have happened?Will Wu Yue'er be able to carry this secret with her and continue to live carefree.

But it was too late, he couldn't go back to the past, and he couldn't make any changes.

The crowd was still discussing, and someone said: "Fishing nets can be used."

"That's right, fishing nets!" The people came back to their senses and responded one after another, "Make the nets denser, so that every piece of Guanyin food is the same size."

"...It should also be distributed according to the number of people in the family. There are several small pieces for the number of people in the family."

"..."

Not long after, someone took out the dense nets used to catch river fish at home, and everyone pulled the holes of the fishing nets to compare the sizes, with madness and joy on their faces, proud of finding the fairest way to distribute food. contented.

From Xiao Yihe's point of view, one can see the mottled faces of the common people in the fiery moonlight, opening and closing their mouths ferociously, and their shadows falling on the ground look like elongated and distorted wild beasts, with pairs of black pupils Crazy surges dripping.

Fishing nets... Fishing nets!

They want to use fishing nets to deal with a child whose body has no time to grow!

Xiao Yihe chuckled lightly: "That's why there are fish scale patterns..."

Someone coughed a few times, and the crowd was slightly quiet. An old man in an old gown walked out, his words and actions were full of Confucianism. He closed the curtain, walked up to Wu Yue'er who was staring at the flames in a daze, knelt down, and clasped her hands together with a pair of old hands.

He held a knife in his hand, but he called Buddha in his mouth.

Wu Yue'er looked at him like a tree looking down on grass, rocks, insects and ants on the ground, as quiet as a jade statue of Guanyin.

She is the fruit on people's trees and the rice in the fields, and one crop after another is harvested, and the fruit and rice are born to be sacrificed for people.

After the food collection was over, the old man was holding the "sacred plate" covered by a red cloth. The wide and flat iron plate was soaked in a hot and humid temperature. He held the plate high, and two bruises appeared on his weather-beaten and wrinkled face. Tears, he fell to his knees.

In front of and under the stage were thousands of people who had survived by relying on Wu Yue'er.

"Have you seen it—you will support her in the future, and treat her like your own daughter. You can survive today because of her..."

"Old Wang..."

"Old Wang."

Seeing the most prestigious elders of the Wang family kneeling down, the noisy crowd finally stopped their quarrel and followed Xuanqiu to kneel down: "...We remember, we will remember in this life!"

But how long is a human life?

·

The first time Daichuan people were afraid of Wu Yue'er was two years after the natural disaster.

Xiao Yihe thought, at this time, he should have been stabbed to death on the sword-testing cliff.

At this time, the Daichuan people have long stopped relying on "Guanyin food" to hang their lives. They seem to support Wu Yue'er who lives in an old house as they promised back then, but the so-called "support" is nothing more than letting her Don't be naked and hungry.

Once the disaster is over, things like "God" are no different from chicken ribs on the table.

What's more, their "little Guanyin" does not have any extra divine power, can't rain, can't cure diseases, and can't bless marriage.

People found that two years later, Wu Yue'er hadn't changed in the slightest. She would not grow up, would not get sick, and would not cry like other children willfully. Her clothes were bloodied after she fell, and she seemed to know no pain.

She even... could go days without taking a bite of food without feeling hungry.

Ordinary people will naturally not understand, this is because with the flourishing of the land veins, Wu Yue'er has gradually integrated into the Daichuan rivers and mountains, and she has become a part of the spirit of the earth.

But as a human being, we instinctively feel fear and rejection of things that are different from ourselves.

Once the seeds of fear are planted in people's hearts, the seedlings will continue to absorb nutrients, eat away at beliefs, and take root and thrive.

——Until the day the ground was broken, the towering towers collapsed.

Xiao Yihe could have predicted the ending of the story long ago, and felt faintly uneasy, but he still felt horrified when he witnessed the truth.

It was a late night when the wind was blowing and the flowers were fine. Wu Yue'er was leaning against a bean lantern and weaving some gadgets out of bamboo stalks. She hadn't learned anything in the past two years, just like right now, her dexterous five fingers were flying fast , and soon a lively puppy leaped in the palm of his hand.

She put the bamboo dog on the bedside, and sat with the little puppet that A Niang gave her, propping her head and talking to herself in a low voice.

Suddenly there was a sound, and the unbolted door was opened.Her hut is remote, and in the past two years, only Ayang would sneak over to keep her company. So late at night, she naturally didn't think about it, and raised her head with a smile: "Ayang... ah!"

She screamed, and a man with a dark body and a long scar rushed in, his eyes were full of greed.

"Help—oh!"

"..."

Daichuan is so small, so far away, so remote that no one even knows that a terrible natural disaster has happened here. However, in the town that never closes its doors at night, this night, a desperate gangster broke into it from nowhere.

No one knew where he came from or how he got in, but only saw the soaring flames from Wu Yue'er's cabin at midnight.

When the people arrived with the guys, they saw Wu Yue'er was surrounded by flames with dozens of knives lying in a pool of blood. The gangster was extremely vicious, lest this young girl would not be able to breathe, the deepest knife was slashing at her fragile body. neck.

This poor little girl had a kitchen knife sticking out of her chest, her head and neck were almost separated, and the white bones protruded from her broken throat. The wound on her abdomen was wide open, and the stomach and intestines inside could be seen.

The blood was like a gushing spring, splashing directly on the window, door, and wall.

Someone folded up and vomited painfully, and acid water came up in bursts.

Then, within a short while, everyone saw the most frightening scene in their life——

In a piece of scarlet mud, Wu Yue'er, who was about to die, suddenly sat up from the pool of blood. Her head was hanging heavily on her chest because there was only a little flesh and flesh left, as if she was about to tear the flesh and fall off in the next moment.

But no, at both ends of the broken neck, on the broken flesh and blood like worms, bright red stubbles danced and entangled, like vines wrapped around a giant tree, and short round tentacles were entangled. Climb on broken bones and connect the ends.

People saw Wu Yue'er's head lifted inch by inch, the sound of blood and flesh sticking together was far scarier than the sound of fire crackling.

clang-

The kitchen knife on his chest was squeezed out of his body by the gradually healing wound.The gastrointestinal viscera in the abdomen were like clumps of living things, vividly formed into membranes and nets, repairing her tattered body.

Wu Yue'er was covered in blood, and the pupils under her eyelids were rolling in all directions, which was an angle that ordinary people could not reach.

All of a sudden, as if the machine had been wound, "Ka--", he opened his eyes suddenly.

Those dark eyes stared at the panicked townspeople outside the door without emotion.

At this moment, all beliefs, promises, goodness, and oaths all collapsed, and the building suddenly collapsed—the light and shadows were intense, the fishy color was strong, and the crowd was silent for a long time, then suddenly there was a scream, and in an instant the whole Daichuan was like When the pot was blown up, everyone threw away their armor and armor one after another, and fled in all directions.

If not for this night, maybe Dai Chuan's respect for Wu Yue'er could last for a few more years, but fate always moves towards the side that people don't want to see. For the first time, people saw the "god" they enshrined with their own eyes. "What is it.

God should be graceful, elegant, and pure.

At this time, the Daichuan people no longer feel that this is Guanyin and Bodhisattva who once saved them, and there is only one thought left in their hearts at this moment.

——This is a monster.