When Long Aotian becomes a heartthrob

In the dim light, one can vaguely see the figure of a living person crouching in the swaying forest in front of him.

With his back to Bu Lian, he buried his head low and kept moving, occasionally panting like a wild animal, as if he was gnawing on something.And under his body, there is a corpse with mud on its body. It can be seen from the exposed arms that this corpse has begun to rot and is exuding a rotten breath.

Five meters away from the corpse, there was a pile of soil, a large pit was dug out, and there was a simple wooden sign on the pit with the name of the deceased written on it.

It seems that this corpse was dug out of the tomb!

The sight in front of me is simply terrifying!

Gouwa covered her eyes and yelled in fright. Bu Lian put Gouwa down, took out a blue ribbon and tied it on Gouwa's hand, and whispered, "Take it."

Gouwa held on to the ribbon tightly, wanted to run but didn't dare, bit his lower mouth, his big eyes couldn't stop streaming out big tears.

Bu Lian stepped forward, and a sword exuding white light emerged in her hand.In the darkness, the white light is like a soft moon, and everything around is clearly visible.

Bu Lian has spiritual thoughts, even in complete darkness, she can see things around her clearly, but this white light may have at least dispelled the fear in Gouwa's heart, allowing him to stand quietly in the same place, no longer so scared.

Bu Lian walked into the living person.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue blouse, dressed like an ordinary person.As Bu Lian approached, the middle-aged man was still gnawing on the corpse with fascination, and the corpse had already been gnawed to bloody flesh.

Seeing this scene, Bu Lian felt unspeakable disgust in his heart. He frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing!"

Layers of ripples rippling in the void invisible, this shout is incomparably solemn, like the voice of a god or Buddha.

The middle-aged man who had been lying on his stomach was startled by the sound, and quickly came to his senses. He looked back at Bu Lian, immediately panicked, clasped his hands together, and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Prince Dao, forgive me, Master Dao, forgive me!"

At this time, Bu Lian still looks like the old man with white hair and childlike face, holding a dust whisk in his hand, looking like a fairy.

The middle-aged man was terrified, and quickly explained the matter: "Shengyin Daozu let us eat it, saying that...it can prolong life and cure all diseases..."

Bu Lian shouted sharply: "Ridiculous!"

This sound also used spells, which frightened the middle-aged man to kowtow again and again.

Bu Lian stared carefully at the appearance of the middle-aged man, and only felt that the people in Wushi Town had a similar aura to the middle-aged man in front of her. They all smelled like rotten soil, but the people in the town had a slightly weaker aura. It is far less rich than that of middle-aged people.

Could it be that's where the rotten smell came from?

In the past, he had seen bloody scenes when fighting monsters and beasts, but the scene in front of him was beyond Bu Lian's understanding, and it made his back numb.

Bu Lian asked: "Where is the Taoist temple?"

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed "hehehe", the laughter was weird, echoing in the dark and mysterious forest, he pointed forward, and his sanity became blurred again: "They are coming soon, hehehe, they are coming soon It's..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were attracted by the corpse that had been gnawed beyond recognition, and he lay down like a jackal and gnawed non-stop.

Bu Lian saw with her own eyes that the middle-aged man gnawed a wriggling maggot into his mouth, and the juice splashed out.He couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head away, and cast a spell to freeze the middle-aged man in place.

A round of moon appeared and disappeared in the dark clouds, and a thick black cloud floated over, gradually encroaching on the moon and covering it little by little.

Bu Lian stared deeply at the road ahead, and the front seemed to be shrouded in a thin black mist, revealing an ominous atmosphere.

His spiritual sense told him that the road ahead would be very dangerous, and he should wait until Ji Lingheng returned to the teacher's door to report, and then he should wait for help before moving on.

However, half of the people in Wushi Town are in the Taoist temple. Among them are old people, young children, women...they are all innocent people!

Bu Lian didn't know what would happen if she waited for one night, and she didn't know what would happen if she rushed in rashly.

A picture suddenly appeared in my mind...

……

There are many pavilions and pavilions, and there are large green lotus leaves sticking to the water surface in the lake. The lotus flowers stand out of the water, and the leaves are opened layer by layer, exuding a fragrance.

Bu Lian, who was only three years old, was sitting on a small table by the lake, wearing tailored white clothes, and she was as cute as a jade porcelain doll. He held a book in both hands, and read a book seriously.

A woman about twenty years old, with a beautiful face and a dignified and generous temperament, came towards him. She stopped the maid following her, sat next to Bu Lian, and asked with a smile, "What book will Lian Er read again?" ?”

Bu Lian's young body was straight, and she looked at the woman seriously and said, "Mother, I am studying medicine. I want to become a famous doctor of my generation and help the world."

The woman nodded and said with a smile: "If Lian'er can think this way, she will definitely become a wise king in the future."

Bu Lian asked suspiciously: "Mother, what is considered a Mingjun?"

The woman showed gratified eyes, and looked into the distance leisurely: "If you can calm the world and comfort the people, you can be regarded as a wise monarch. Your father is such a monarch..."

Bu Lian nodded confusedly: "I will definitely be a wise gentleman in the future."

Mingjun...

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On the battlefield, some soldiers fell forever on this battlefield, and the blood flowing from their bodies stained the ground...

Some soldiers in armor were skillfully cleaning the battlefield, carrying back the corpses belonging to their own army, digging a large pit for burial in place; while the corpses belonging to the enemy army were piled up and burned on the spot.

The densely packed corpses occupied the sight of the young Bu Lian.

He was brought here by his father and witnessed the tragedy before his own eyes. His white robe and white shoes were stained with blood.

Bu Lian's eyes were dazed and frightened, until his father handed him a sword and said sharply, "Kill him."

A prisoner whose whole body was tied up was kicked and knelt in front of Bu Lian. The man was covered in blood, but his eyes were burning with hatred, like a lone wolf on the grassland.

Bu Lian's hand trembled and fell to his feet with a bang. He immediately knelt down in front of his father, "Father, I don't want to kill people! I implore you to release these tens of thousands of prisoners!"

Bu Lian's father was furious, picked up the sword and put it in Bu Lian's hand again, pointed at the prisoner, and shouted to Bu Lian: "Look at this prisoner, look at him!"

"He is the leader of the Lone Wolf Tribe!

He robbed the property of the people in the frontier!

He kidnaps women!

He slaughtered men!

Such a person, you still refuse to kill him! "

Bu Lian held the sword tremblingly, and suddenly tears rolled out of her eyes: "If you kill him, can you let those prisoners go?"

Corpses belonging to one's own army were carried back, armor and weapons were taken, and thrown into the big pit. The huge pit was filled in turn, and there were tens of thousands of corpses inside!

Bu Lian's father suppressed his anger in a low voice: "They are all the same people, if you let them go, it is tantamount to killing your own people."

Struggle and pain appeared in Bu Lian's eyes, he raised his sword, raised it high...

The sword fell again, and Bu Lian cried, "Father, I can't do it!"

The prisoner burst out into a frenzied laugh. In the almost frantic laughter, what responded to Bu Lian was his father's angry slap and extremely disappointed eyes...

……

In the palace, Bu Lian was sitting quietly holding a book in her hands, her facial features were still immature, and they were beginning to look handsome and gentle.

Just at this moment, he heard a commotion, the palace people looked flustered and fled everywhere, he called one of the palace people and asked, "Why are you so flustered?"

The palace man stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with panic and said, "It's from the Lone Wolf Tribe! They've surrounded the imperial city! They're about to attack!"

Bu Lian narrowed her eyes and hurried to the city wall.

His father's back was facing him, and his figure was tall and upright. Even if the army was overwhelming, he was not afraid.

At this time, Bu Lian heard her father's voice: "Come forward and see with your own eyes the people we are supposed to protect!"

Bu Lian's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't back down, and stood beside his tall father.

Bu Lian's eyes were wide open, and she could see clearly, taking in the sins of the city——

He saw the Lone Wolf tribe laughing, with the joy of robbing and killing on their faces, searching for everyone's property;

He saw immature girls being dragged out of the house one by one, screaming one after another, while the relatives of the girls desperately hugged their girls, but their heads were chopped off by snow-white knives;

He saw a thick black smoke rise, and the flames burst out, spreading rapidly from street to street;

He saw the soldiers rush forward desperately with tears in their eyes, confronting those tall and strong foreigners without fear, but they fell down in pieces!

Those who lead those wild foreigners are the leader of the Lone Wolf Tribe who escaped three years ago - Lone Wolf!

At that time, he was decapitated, but he did not expect his clansmen to mobilize their last strength to fight to the death, just to get back the lone wolf's head and body.In the end the lone wolf came to life, resurrected by the primitive sorcery of the barbarians.

The lone wolf waved a sickle-like scimitar and roared excitedly. His face was bathed in blood, and a blood-red scar could be seen on his neck...

A dagger was sent to Jinjin Lian, and he looked up at his father, only seeing his resolute side face:

"We cannot surrender, if we surrender, the lone wolf will slaughter the city and no one will survive.

If we lose, you can't escape, take this dagger through the heart and die for your country. "

Bu Lian nodded: "Okay, Father."

He held the dagger tightly, and suddenly two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Father, why are there so many disputes and killings in the world... I just want to save sentient beings..."

With a heavy sigh, it seemed to span the long river of time, spanning one ruined dynasty after another.

"Greed, hatred, ignorance, slow doubt... This is the evil obstacle that all living beings have... It cannot be avoided, and it cannot be broken..."

All kinds of troubles of people arise from this, and all kinds of sins in the world arise from this...

Bu Lian heard herself saying: "All living beings are suffering, I would rather save all living beings."

……

In Bu Lian's sea of ​​consciousness, a figure of a lotus flower gradually appeared. The green leaves floated quietly, and a lotus flower stood upright. Although it was only a bud, it had not yet bloomed, but there was a hazy white mist.This white mist seems to have been born from ancient times, with a solemn and grand charm.

"what is this?"

Bu Lian looked inside at the inexplicable lotus flower that appeared in her body, and determined that it was not her hallucination.