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Chapter 51 I can't remember clearly (please collect and support)

"Old man!"

Fazang walked quickly to the old man.

"It's late at night now, and everyone has gone back to their rooms to rest. Why haven't you gone home yet?"

The old man looked at him calmly and asked back.

"You asked the old man why he didn't go back to the house, then little monk, why don't you go back to the house?"

Fazang paused, and opened his mouth, wanting to say that he hoped the villagers could take refuge as soon as possible, but when he thought of the villagers' indifference, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Old man, why are the villagers so angry? I have been to more than a dozen villages that have been slaughtered by evil people. I don't know how to make the villagers believe what I say. I can swear on the Buddha that what I say is true!"

"Old man, are you willing to help me?"

If the old man is willing to listen to him, then perhaps he is willing to help him.

A tragic massacre of the whole village. Fourteen villages, 825 households, a total of 2,023 people, no one survived.

He doesn't want this number to increase any further.
"It's useless, little monk. No matter what you say, they won't leave."

“We were aware of the events in the surrounding villages as they occurred.”

“Everyone knew clearly that all the surrounding villages had been slaughtered, and they would be the next.”

"You know how to do it, but if you don't know, it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, you will just die."

"It's earlier or later, so what."

Just a death?

How can you think like this? You can't think like this.

The master said that life is the miracle of the world and the unique hope of everyone. The existence of life is the existence of the future. Nothing is more important than being alive.

Even ants try to survive, let alone humans.

Life shouldn't make people so numb!
"Little monk, you are from somewhere else, right? The Buddhist land of Xizhou? Or the Zhongzhou Dynasty?"

"No, I am from Nanzhou."

"From Nanzhou?"

Are there such kind people in Nanzhou?

The old man was stunned, but then he no longer cared.

He looked up and laughed.

"I didn't expect that there are such children in Nanzhou. Haha, it's weird, really weird."

"If I hadn't seen you, little monk, with my own eyes, I would never have believed that there are such people in Nanzhou."

"The old man was actually somewhat relieved for a moment."

"It's just that, little monk, in Nanzhou, the kinder people are, the harder it is to survive. You know that this place is dangerous, and you understand that there will be danger here at any time. You should leave. There is no need to waste your life here."

"What a pity."

"--But!"

"Little monk, do you really know Nanzhou?"

Fazang was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth. The old man looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"You said you were from Nanzhou, but little monk, do you really know Nanzhou?"

"You hope the villagers can escape quickly. You think about the problem of dying."

"But have you ever thought about this issue from the villagers' perspective?"

From the villagers' perspective, Fazang had never had that experience. He just hoped that the villagers could survive and seek refuge as soon as possible when encountering a crisis.

Isn't this right?

Isn't this what we should do when danger comes?
Or is he wrong?
"No, you are right. This is true in any of the four states except the Southern State."

"But this is Nanzhou."

"Little monk, didn't you ask the old man why I didn't go home?"

"Haha, without a home, how can I go home?" "The old man was born in an ordinary village. My parents are no different from the villagers here. They are just surviving."

"But maybe they still have some emotions that have not been extinguished. When the old man was born, they seemed to smile. When they were young, they could also see smiles on their faces."

"Children are always the continuation of their parents. There are no parents in the world who don't love their children."

"At that time, I was still young and was puzzled by the numbness of the other uncles in the village. I asked my parents about it, but my parents just touched my head and said nothing."

"Later, when I was a little older, I started hearing about the massacre in the village. My uncles and aunts didn't react at all, but my parents showed fear and worry."

"That was the first time I heard the word 'die', but I didn't understand it yet."

"I asked my parents what this meant, but they just hugged me and held me tightly, saying they would not let me die."

"I don't know."

"Later, someone broke into the village and started killing my uncles one by one. They fell to the ground numbly, and I could even see relief in their eyes."

"In order to save me, my parents hid me in a secret passage and told me to stay alive. Then they turned around and ran away to attract the enemy."

"I still remember that I was very scared at the time. I was stunned after seeing the dead body."

“That’s what kids do.”

"When you encounter something you are afraid of, you lose the ability to think and become stupid and dumb."

"When I came to myself, the slaughter was over."

"I was lucky to survive and became the only survivor."

“Then, I saw the remains of my parents.”

"What was your mood like at that time?"

"I forgot. To be honest, I have forgotten roughly. I think it was fear and terror, followed by anger."

The corpses of my parents are still before my eyes. How can I not be angry as a son?

“So, I embarked on the road of revenge.”

"I tried my best to obtain the Dao and learn magical powers, but I am dull and dull. After twenty years of hard training, I could only draw Qi into my body. After finally building the foundation, I have reached the stage of knowing my destiny."

"Finally, after two hundred years of hard training, I went to seek revenge at the peak of foundation building."

"The final result was a miserable defeat."

"How can a useless person who has no one to rely on and practices alone be the enemy of the disciples of the sect and the noble families?"

"That time, I escaped, but my cultivation was destroyed, my energy and blood were dried up, and I became a useless person."

After that, there was no hope for revenge.

What did he do again?

I can’t remember clearly what happened a hundred years ago. I can’t remember much of it.

I just remember that it seems to have fallen.
"I am now three hundred and twenty years old, and have lived for three hundred years. My vital energy and blood have dried up, and my meridians are severed. I won't live long."

“People often say that when life comes to an end, one will inadvertently recall the past.”

"I also wonder if I will ever see my parents again, and what I will say when I do."

"Anger? Nostalgia? Insecurity? Guilt?"

If we can really see each other again, it would be a good thing.

"It's just that I can't remember some of it."

"What do your parents look like?"

"What was I going to say?"

"What did I tell you just now?"

"I can't remember it at all, little monk. Can you help me recall it?"

The old man turned his head at some point, staring at Fazang with his black eyes.

Those eyes are full of emptiness
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