[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

In the end, the young man chose his father.

The young man supported his father, who was still silent in the "God's instruction", and fled under my cold eyes.As if unable to bear the heavy load of my sight, he hunched over, as if he had aged many years in an instant, and ran away without looking back.

I turned my head and said to the female ninja behind me: "Look, his kindness could not resist power in the end. Instead of saving you, he still chose his relatives. Even if his relatives are wrong or crazy, he He still chose his father."

Of course, the ninja who fell into my illusion would not answer me. She stared straight ahead, her mind was trapped in a fantasy illusion, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

I watched the smile on the ninja's face, and continued to say the words no one heard with a little compassion: "Although you will be burned to death with my fire escape, you will fall into the illusion, and you will not feel the pain of being burned. Is it the last kind of happiness for you? That young man doesn’t know, he doesn’t know ninjas, when you came here from the land of wind and prepared to sneak into the capital of the land of thunder, you were already ready to die .Every ninja is ready to face death before going out on a mission..."

In the dark basement, there is only one candle flickering faintly. Under the warm yellow flickering candlelight, there are wooden barrels filled with liquor piled up around it.

The hands of the female ninja were still tied behind the back by the rope. In fact, she could break free from such a fragile and rough rope, but she didn't.

I more or less guessed her previous thoughts, it is easy to cut the rope, but it is difficult to escape.This tavern has been surrounded by countless loyal believers and Aokiji's warriors, even the most skilled ninja can hardly escape from this closed basement without disturbing anyone.

Once the people outside are alarmed, it means killing people.

One of the ninja rules passed down by the Sage of the Six Paths is that chakra must not be abused to kill ordinary people outside of missions.Even in missions, killing ordinary people is a great shame for ninjas.

So this female ninja chose to be patient, so she didn't cut the rope.

She probably wanted to wait for an opportunity to escape without killing people, and then she heard the news that I was going to show up to deal with her spy, so she held back again.

In fact, if she hadn't insisted on seeing me, with the help of the tavern owner's son, she might be able to escape.

"It's a pity, you want to see me, but in the end you will pay the price of your life." I said to Nunin, "Actually, as long as you give up that boring rule and kill all the guards before I come Maybe you can escape."

"What a pity," I commented on the outcome of the last mission of her life.

Is it bad to live?

I walked out of the basement, followed by a ninja with a blank expression and a stiff walking posture.

There is plenty of light outside. After staying in the dark basement for a long time, I found the sunlight on the ground unbearable when I first came out.

Of course, I was the only one who felt the glare for a moment. The female ninja was now immersed in the illusion, not to mention the light, and she couldn't even feel the fear of death.

The illusion I set up was to let her meet the people she most wanted to see and live the life she most wanted to live.

Looking at her happy smile, surrounded by fanatical believers and tied to the burning table, I suddenly wondered what she saw.

I haven't seen such a happy smile for a long, long time.

——Ah Yan, I suddenly miss you very much.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be far away from me, the sun above my head was covered by dark clouds, and the harsh light became gentle.

The noisy crowd, the walking samurai, the people carrying the firewood, they all disappeared.

On the empty street, under the shadow of dark clouds covering the sun, there seemed to be a translucent shadow standing at the end of the street smiling at me.

So pure, like the smile of a mountain flower blooming.

She was so close that I could touch her face if I reached out.She is so far away from me, it seems that I can't reach her through thousands of mountains and rivers.

"#￥%...&*￥￥" Someone whispered something in my ear, forcing me back to reality.

I came back to my senses, as if suddenly awakened from a dream: "What?"

The voice rose back like a tide, and became clear and loud again in my ears.

The dark clouds above the head drifted away, and the sun shone on the ground again, one of which illuminated the face of the woman waiting for execution, illuminating the happy smile on her face.

"My lord envoy, is it possible to burn to death?" The person who asked me was full of enthusiasm.

Those who didn't know thought that he had some deep hatred with that female ninja, but in fact they had never met before, and the two of them didn't even know that there was each other in this world before.

Why so much hatred?

He had relatives, and when he died, his relatives would hold his dead body and cry bitterly.

And the woman bound to the stake also had relatives, and when the news of her death came back to the village, they would cry for her.

When I die, will anyone cry for me?

Probably... not.

no one will ever...

"Let's get started." I stepped forward, and a flame suddenly lit up in my raised palm.

The believers around me who watched eagerly saw this scene and cheered in unison. They shouted that this is the power of God.

However, in fact, this is a heretical ninjutsu in their eyes.

The flames became brighter and stronger, and I could feel the heat of the flames burning.

The golden flame core was wrapped by the red outer flame, and then I threw it onto the firewood.

The logs that were collected and piled up by people were all burned in a blink of an eye.

The flames turned into flames, surrounding the women on the high platform.

She was still smiling in a trance, not aware of the high temperature, nor could she hear the crackling of burning wood.

She was so calm, I was so calm, the victim and the perpetrator were speechless, only the crowd cheered.

I looked around, and many people's eyes reflected flame red shadows. At this moment, it seemed that their eyes all turned red.

The faces staring at death were filled with distorted excitement. They were full of excitement, watching a person's death, and shouting the name of the god in unison.

It's like a carnival.

However, the development of things will always deviate from the direction people expected.

In this violent and passionate movement, some dissonant notes sounded quietly--

I saw a few people in the crowd, who thought they were not being noticed, quietly left.

Their turned faces were full of unbearableness, and their eyes were full of puzzlement and fear.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid that people who are familiar with me on weekdays suddenly become so strange.

I pretended not to care about those who left quietly, and the other believers who were immersed in the excitement did not notice that there were few people around.

Only one samurai saw a child sneaking away, he looked at me, I smiled and raised my middle finger to my lips, and hissed silently.

So the samurai put down the steps he was about to lift up.

Back at the residence at night, Aokiji had already received news from the day.

She made a special trip to wait outside my yard just to ask me: "Mr. Jing, don't you care about betrayal?"

"Betrayal?" I didn't understand what she meant.

She recounted what happened at the execution ground during the day, and then asked me: "Why didn't you stop those who left? Even if you didn't stop them then, why didn't you do anything afterwards?"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked her back.

Unexpectedly, she shook her head: "I don't know what to do, but I believe that as long as you think about it, you can stop those believers who leave and make their wavering hearts settle down again."

"Why would I do this?"

"..."

Facing Aokiji's questioning eyes, I laughed: "I don't care at all whether they will leave the believer's team or not, and I don't care whether they will fall to the side of the ninja."

With a wave of my hand, I stepped over the sluggish Aokiji and walked into my courtyard, and heard the woman behind me calmly ask: "Do you want to die, Mirror?"

do i want to die

Do not……

Is it bad to live?

I……

"I don't want to die." I turned to Qingzhi and smiled.

Yes, humans are afraid of death.

How could I want to die.

But what if death allows me to see her?

Do I still want to die if death allows me to meet those who died?

I didn't continue to question myself, because I already vaguely knew the answer in my heart.

Furukawa Saokawa's funeral continued the next day. Although the night and the farewell ceremony were over, according to the wishes of the other nobles in the Land of Thunder, the monks must continue to chant scriptures and perform rituals for three days.

"Only in this way can we ensure that my lord can go to the other world smoothly, where I will be with the Great God of Pure Land for a long time."

Facing this group of people who swear by it, I really want to make a joke, for example, tell them, "Your Pure Land God not only doesn't believe in Buddhism, but hates monks very much."

The surviving sanity prevented me from saying this in time, and in the end I could only spread my hands and let them do whatever they wanted.

It was just because the funeral continued and the other nobles did not leave for the time being, so trouble came to them.

The daimyo of the country of the wind had been stopped by Aokiji many times before, this time he couldn't bear it anymore, let his own soldiers push away those samurai who blocked him, and rushed into my yard with a small coffin , Then, this indomitable man knelt down in front of me without hesitation, put his hands on the ground, and pressed his forehead to the ground: "My lord, please help me for the sake of my sincere service to God!"

Immediately following the daimyo of the country of wind, a group of people poured in, filling the originally quiet courtyard with noisy human voices.

Looking at the small coffin carried by the attendants behind the daimyo of the land of winds, I had a bad feeling.

"...What do you want me to help you with?"

"Please ask God to send your lord to save my son!"

The daimyo of the country of wind asked his attendants to open the coffin, and lying in the coffin was a little boy who had died with a pale face.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but after the coffin lid was opened, the whole yard fell silent, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at me and Daimyo of the Land of Wind in silence.

While everyone was waiting nervously, I said, "Get up and go back."

The daimyo of the country of wind suddenly raised his head and stared at me in disbelief.

I looked at him blankly and repeated: "Go back."

"why!"

The man stood up abruptly, waved his sleeves and shouted at me: "I serve the gods with all my heart and believe in a great god, why can't my wish be fulfilled! Aren't you able to restore youth, cure incurable diseases, and prolong life? ! Why can't I resurrect my son!"

"..."

"...You, didn't you claim to have taken back the Daimyo of the former Thunder Kingdom from the hands of the God of Death? Didn't you say that as long as you have enough faith and get the praise of the Pure Land God, you can fulfill any wish?! I, I think I have great faith Firm, no one can compare! Why why not... My son! Angel, please save my son!"

After a long silence, I slowly tore off my sleeve that Daimyo of the Wind Country was holding tightly in his hand.

With my movements, I saw the dots of hope in his eyes being torn away by me little by little, just like his shattered beliefs.

Looking up at Aokiji who came late, I said to her: "Please go back, Daimyo of the Land of Winds."

She looked at me, her eyes were full of sadness, and she didn't say anything in the end, she stepped forward to persuade the man with his head down and clenched fists away in a soft voice.

When I turned around and walked back to the room, I heard those people in the yard whispering, talking in a low volume that I thought I couldn't hear, and then I was yelled at by Aokiji.

However, even though she scolded her very quickly and promptly, I still heard those people's words: "There are things that God's envoys can't do..."

"The God of Pure Land is not omnipotent."

"So all the previous claims that all wishes can be realized are false..."

Of course it's fake, it's all fake.

You are just my tools to force the ninjas to awaken.

You idiots.

Clenching my fists, I didn't realize that my body was full of murderous aura, and even the kaleidoscope Sharingan was opened.

The author has something to say: the mirror can do everything, the only thing that cannot resurrect the dead.

And, if you think too much, your brain will be broken...

The book I bought at Dangdang the day before yesterday arrived, it’s so good, I can’t help but look at the covers of several books by Kyogoku Natsuhiko!Holding the courier and dying laughing on the sofa