Twilight War

04

Everything looks like an ink painting, bluestone steps, old trees with dry brushes.

The crows in the trees croaked as Vichypel stepped up the steps.

Still an illusion, isn't it over yet?

He raised his head and saw two young monks in monk's robes approaching, their faces could not be seen clearly but only made people feel kind.

When the two young monks saw him, they put their hands together and bowed, with a smile on their lips, like a Buddha smiling while holding a flower.

Mote Temple?

Vihipel looked up and saw the mottled walls of the temple.

It was as if someone had peeled off a layer of wall skin with a knife.

Three mountain gates.

The empty door, the door of no appearance, and the door of no work.

Vihipel walked into the temple through Wuzuo Gate.

Without making a gate, all dharmas are empty, without doing the karma of life and death, the path to ultimate Nirvana.

The temple was silent, only a few cicadas chirping.

There was no one in the main hall.

Wihipel walked around to the scripture library.

Black crows wailed in the air.

The light in the Sutra Library is dim, and the Tripitaka, numbered in thousand-character characters, is placed on the bookshelf.

Between the walls, there are 24 painted and pasted gold statues of the heavens. The painted paintings are mottled and the gold paint is peeling off.

The air can even smell the smell of decaying pages.

Knowing that this place is just an illusion, Vehipel still felt a little confused between reality and illusion for a moment.

A blue lamp was burning on the table behind the bookshelf, and the half-copied volume rolled to the ground.

"Who are you."

Wisper turned around and looked at the young monk holding several scrolls of bamboo slips in front of him.

The little monk has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

In the dim light of the blue light, it was so clean...as if it had never been stained with dust.

"Passerby," said Wihipel.

The peach-eyed little monk smiled, clasped his palms together in salute, and dropped the bamboo slip in his hand to the ground.

That afternoon the little monk had been copying the "Sutra of Perfection", and Wisipel was sitting in the shadow of the bookshelf next to the young man with a spear in his hand.

The sound of crows outside the window is disturbing.

Vehipel stayed in the corner beside the boy like a dormant snow leopard, with his eyes lowered.

The afternoon sun fell on the boy through the window behind him, moving slowly with time.And Vichypel was always in the shadows.

The peach-eyed young monk closed the scroll and said, "I'm going to fast."

The young man walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, and Visipel looked up at the 24 heavens in the Sutra Pavilion with solemn treasures, and stood up from the shadows.

When the boy was fasting, Vihipel was waiting outside the door.

Even just looking at the clouds in the sky doesn't seem to be boring.

Zen master Baizhang created the clear rules of the jungle.Monks are trees that grow in the mountains and forests, walking, sleeping, farming, and reciting Buddha, all grow like trees.

And Vichypel now looks like a bored person who watches trees grow all day long.

Even the veins of each leaf growth have to be carefully watched.

If it was that young man, he would rather follow behind him and spend his whole life watching the young man's life.

The little monk knelt in the main hall and looked at the wooden fish. The third Buddha was solemn and solemn.

In the past, there was the Lantern Buddha in the solemn kalpa, in the present Sakyamuni Buddha in the sage kalpa, and in the future Maitreya Buddha.

The sound of wooden fish.

"Did you say it will rain tomorrow?" the peach-eyed monk suddenly asked.

Wischpel was leaning against the red-painted pillar in the shadows with folded arms. He frowned and said, "Maybe."

"I asked the Buddha many things. Will it rain tomorrow, when will my mother pick me up, and when will the flowers bloom at the foot of the mountain. But he never told me." The boy said: "He didn't tell me in the future. Mine, can you tell me?"

In the young man's eyes, the white mountains and the black water are as clean as a drop of water falling between heaven and earth.

05

Brunhilde held the sword in his hand, and the lights in the depths of the corridor lit up.

She saw clearly what was deep in the shadows, a dozen or so seven or eight-year-old children were locked in a huge cage.

Just as she was about to rescue those children, she was suddenly stopped by a huge ancient beast.

She turned her head, and countless ancient beasts came slowly from behind the corridor.

Like someone has untied all the chains.

It shouldn't be, all the ancient beasts along the way have been killed by her, how could there be so many...

Before she had time to think about it, those ancient beasts had already raised their minions.

The child in the cage was crying.

Brunhilde's blade sliced ​​across the bodies of those ancient beasts, and the blood stained the bricks and stones of the ancient temple.

She kept fighting, not daring to relax for a moment.

There are those children behind her...

Those children looked at the ferocious ancient beast, and wept and huddled together and hugged each other.

The back of Brunhilde's fight is reflected in the child's black eyes.

The blood of the ancient beast spattered on the bars of the cage.

The Sword of the Son cleanly chopped off the head of a huge ancient beast, and the fallen head rolled a few times at Brunhilde's feet.

She is like a heroic and fearless Valkyrie in mythology.

Protect everything, conquer everything.

However, just as her sharp sword was about to cut down again, she suddenly saw a blood-stained blue ribbon hanging from the sharp claws of a ferocious ancient beast.

That ribbon... belonged to the girl in the cage at the door.She promised them that she would protect them...

The claws of the giant beast tore through Brunhilde's back. She turned her head and saw several huge ancient beasts tearing through the bars of the cage.

Blood splattered...

The child's black eyes reflected the despairing Valkyrie.

She fell to the ground, but just when she thought she was going to die, she opened her eyes again.

Snow fell on the white temples of the gods.

In front of the distant temple, dozens of corpses of ancient beasts piled up.

The beast as tall as a hill slowly got up from sleeping on the steps, and the roar rolled up a white snowstorm.

This is... she is back here again.

Is it redemption?

The heavy corpse of the giant beast fell to the ground, and the girl jumped from the corpse of the giant beast, and she looked into the temple.

Dilapidated statues of the thirteen gods, dead priests in gray robes.

06

Mobei's fire burns on blood.

There were corpses everywhere.The sky was filled with smoke from the beacon fire, and the fire had been burning for several days.

The number of alien beasts outside the city has decreased a lot, but the continuous fighting for days seems to be cutting the flesh of the Juyongguan frontier army and Huangxuan's family with blunt knives.

Without a moment to breathe, all the people are turning like gears in this huge city.

Tired, but still had to keep fighting.

Just because this is the Great Wall, and they are the last defenders of the city.

"Young Master Jin, the people who were sent out from the city were besieged on the Daughter Peak." Chongming, a scout of the Huangxuan family, came back from outside the city, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

"I see." Zichen nodded.

General Greedy Wolf and General Lu Cun did not speak, and they had lost many soldiers in the days of fighting.But Daughter Peak is hundreds of miles away, they are trying their best to defend this city, they can't take care of themselves, how can they use their troops to rescue a group of ordinary people who have nowhere to go.

They were all waiting for Zichen's order to give up.

Give up the lives of a group of useless people.

He was the one who sent the people out of the city, and he should bear this responsibility himself.

"I'm going out of the city to save those people," Zichen said.

"Now that the city is short of troops, is the young master going to lead people to rescue those ordinary people? Young master Jin, you are wasting your troops." General Lu Cun said.

"I only bring 50 people." Zichen turned his head and said to Xiangliu, "Arrange fifty dead soldiers from the Huangxuan family to go out of the city with me."

"That's fine, young master, don't you think it's just playing house?" General Lu Cun ignored Zichen's decision, since it's no big deal if he died outside the city anyway.

Zichen walked out of the main hall in black armor, and the sunlight fell on the wooden floor through the old and somewhat dilapidated corridor.

"Master Jin, you are going to die." General Tanlang walked up from behind Zichen.

"I was the one who sent the people out of the city, and I should bear this responsibility myself." Zichen adjusted the wristbands of the armor.

"Can you guarantee that you will come back alive?" General Tanlang asked.

"Alive? Ask the soldiers guarding the female wall if they can guarantee that you will come back alive for dinner tonight." Zichen said with a smile.

"They are soldiers, you are general." General Tanlang said.

"Is there a difference?" Zichen said indifferently.

"Of course there is!"

"But they are all city defenders." Zichen looked at the sky outside the city, his eyes were filled with gunpowder smoke, and the sky was red like blood.

"The man should die!" General Tanlang suddenly shouted as he looked at the young man walking in front of him.

"Should I leave my name after death? I'm just a grassroots man, and leaving a name in history is just a joke for others." Zichen said, his eyes were lowered slightly, and there were white mountains and black waters in his eyes.

"As the young master of the Huangxuan family, shouldn't you die like a hero?" General Tanlang said.

"How should the hero die?" Zichen asked.

"A hero deserves to die."

"The general looked at those who were fighting on the city wall, that didn't deserve their death."

"They are not heroes. Heroes are people who can create history. Heroes should rise up in troubled times, change the world and change the world." General Tanlang said.

"Heroes are people too, and heroes die in troubled times." Zichen said softly, "Perhaps among those who died there were people who should have become heroes. They also had their Jinling wine Chang'anyue, but they died No one knows."

"Doesn't the young master want to tell his story to future generations?" General Tanlang said.

"I've lived my life in chaos, and I have nothing to say." Zichen waved his hand out of the dark corridor, "We are all just passing by, and we don't need to leave anything behind. The mountains, rocks, plants and trees have all passed by, and there are traces of them in the wind. No one needs to know."

"What's more...after a hundred years, what if people who have nothing to do with me remember me."

General Greedy Wolf looked at the boy's back.

The young man was as weak as a girl, but he was like a wild dog, savage and alive.

If you throw him in Chang'an, he is the most romantic young man in Chang'an, who dares to conspire with the emperor.In the end, all his hard work in Chang'an was in vain, but he still looked like he was letting the world go.

If you throw him in Juyongguan, he will try his best to defend this city that has long been abandoned by the emperor.

He can always risk his life to find a way out, even though it is hideous, but he is alive.

"Hey, I will come back alive." The boy who walked out of the promenade said suddenly: "Although my life has been rough, I still want to tell my story to others."

"After all... there are many people in my story."

07

Everything outside the city is burning, and the breath is full of blood and flames.

Of the 50 people he brought over, only Chu Ze was left behind. Those strange beasts were simply beyond what mortals could handle.

Blood spattered on the armor.

Chu Ze, who was following behind him, suddenly fell off his horse. The man wailed in pain, and his thigh was completely torn off.

Zichen immediately turned around and killed the strange beast. He got off the horse, tore off the forehead band from his hair and tied it to the man's leg.

"Young master, what are you doing!" Chu Ze tugged at Zichen's collar.

Zichen shook his head almost collapsed, "Live, live for me. You can't die."

All the soldiers who followed him had died, and Chu Ze was the last one...

He can't...he can't lose Chu Ze anymore.

He really didn't want to die anymore.

"Young master, let's go!" Chu Ze gritted his teeth and shouted, the veins in his neck burst.

"I can't go. I want to take you back..." Zichen tightened the forehead band on the man's leg, and warm blood gushed into his hand.

"Young master, people are dying on the Great Wall every moment! The people on Daughter Peak are still waiting for you, and everyone in Juyongguan is also waiting for you. You have no time to waste here! Everyone is waiting for you with their lives! "

"You are the young master of the Huangxuan family! You still have a lot to do! You can't stop for anyone!" Chu Ze roared, "Go, go!"

"Young Master... Live well" The man let go of the boy's collar.

He took out the flint, and with the last of his strength struck out a spark.

The man's body is covered with the blood of alien beasts...

Zichen looked at the man in the flames, he covered his mouth, tears flowed from the blood on his face.

He thought of the man who promised to take him back to Huangxuan's house a long time ago, the man who turned into fire in the desert.

He said that he is the seed of the Huangxuan family, and he wants to take root and germinate.

He remembered what his father said to him: "You can be cruel, but you must not be cowardly. Because the direction you swing your sword at is the battlefield where everyone dies..."

Let's go, fight, fight.

You also have to tell your story to others, let others listen carefully, the people in those stories.daughter peak.

A pack of wolves is on the lookout, and everyone is trapped on the mountain.

It is said that a long time ago, those women whose husbands were stationed at the border were not allowed to visit their husbands in the army, so they waded through thousands of ridges and mountains, climbed this mountain, and looked at their husbands from afar.

"Hey, calm down, if my sister didn't want to use you to fill the battle, I really want to kill you all right now." Fenrir sat on the cliff with a long knife in his hand, "No one will come to rescue you , the people in the city have long been overwhelmed."

The woman tremblingly held the crying child in her arms, "Be good, we won't cry..."

"You guys have been abandoned a long time ago, understand? It's like herdsmen throwing away young sheep that are destined to live soon." Fenrir said sarcastically.

"It's a pity that you are just ordinary people, it doesn't matter how many you die."

Shengyu, who escorted the people out of the city, clenched the sword in his hand, but he couldn't do anything.

He knew how powerful and terrifying that man was...with no humanity whatsoever.

Any rash action may lead to the man's fury.

"It's the young master! It's the young master Jin of our Huangxuan family!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

Everyone looked in the direction pointed by the man's trembling fingers.

The boy at the foot of the mountain came here with blood, and no one knew how many fights he had experienced.

"Is that the young master of the Huangxuan family?" the woman asked looking at the blood-covered boy in the dusk.

"Yes, it's the young master of our Huangxuan family." Shengyu said tremblingly.

The boy wiped the blood from his face, and he looked up at the people on the mountain peak.

He's here, and he'll take them back.

Blood flowed from countless wounds on his body.

"He will die." Fenrir said indifferently, holding the long knife and looking at the boy.

The woman in the turban suddenly laughed, "Isn't that the child who helped me wipe the marinade that day... He still looks like a child."

"I grew up in the border area. They said that once the head of the Huangxuan family came with 30 cavalry and half of the Jianghu, and saved all the people in Mobei."

"I always thought it was just a script, but now, I believe it..."

"We are lowly, but we are just grass in Mobei. The wildfire is burning, and there will be new ones next year. But now, there is a young master of the Huangxuan family who came to save us... Enough, enough."

The woman looked at the crying child in her arms, forced a smile with tears on her face and asked, "Do you like the brother who played stone chess with you that day?"

"I don't like it..." the boy sobbed and said, "He snatched my fried melon seeds and sour grass."

The woman lowered her head and smiled, this time it was true, "Then do you want to play with him?"

The boy nodded earnestly.

"Okay, let's go find my brother."

The woman picked up her child and watched countless strange beasts suddenly jump down the mountain.

Zichen suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the falling woman.

He gave his life to save those people.

But they also told him with their lives that there was no need to come to rescue him.

The people on the mountain jumped off one by one.

"Do not!!!"

Zichen yelled almost collapsed, and he knelt on the ground, watching those people fall from the mountain.

"Daughter look, daughter look, how many people can come back since ancient times."

Someone jumped down from the mountain singing the song of the Northland.

"Today...is a fine weather." The old man who had been basking in the sun in the city walked forward tremblingly, stepping down the mountain as if he usually walked out of his house.

They are ants in troubled times, but ants are really alive.

"Young master, guard Juyongguan for us." Shengyu looked at the young man at the bottom of the mountain and said in a low voice. He suddenly swung his sword and slashed at the howling wolf beside him.

All the men...whether the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family or the common people in Juyongguan all rushed towards those beasts.

What is a well-deserved death...

There is no enemy in this world, and there are no heroes who can turn clouds and rain.

More just a life for a life.

But that's enough.

They may have never been out of the Northland in their life, but they also have roast lamb with their sauces, and their sweet potato shochu.He also basks in the sun and shaves his head in the sun when the weather is fine.

It's just that no one will ever know.

"I swear that I will return with my soul, and my family and country will always be here..." Shengyu, who was lying in a pool of blood, whispered hoarsely, looking through the red eyes to the sky covered by gunpowder smoke.

One day, the smoke will clear up.

It was sunny and clear.

...it's a fine day.