I see the snow

A pool of green lotus.

The fluttering bodhi leaves slowly fell from the branches, whirled and stopped on the water.

A little Xuaner appeared.

The man in white was sitting under the tree, as if he was meditating, but his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping.

"Look at him... familiar?"

Suddenly far and suddenly near, Yinzhichuan heard a joking voice.

He suddenly turned around, only to see a man in black with gold patterns standing beside him, smiling and looking in the same direction as him, asking Yin Zhichuan what to say.

"who is he."

With a little hesitation, Yin Zhichuan opened his lips and asked.

"He is the head of all the immortals in the nine heavens and ten places, offering sacrifices to floating beings."

You answered in the field.

The Infernal Lord in the black robe and gold crown is holding a 64-bone purple bamboo umbrella, looking at his best friend who has lost his soul through the sparkling lotus pond and water surface.

The familiar phaseless pagoda, the evergreen Bodhi tree, and the man in white who will never open his eyes again.

Every bodhi leaf falls on the black umbrella surface, as if it also falls on Jun Zai's heart.

"Thousands of years ago, in the wilderness of the world, tens of millions of people suffered from the unbridled breath of demons. The head of the ten heavens personally crossed the mortal world and saved all living beings with his own divine body. Therefore, it was named 'Sacrifice to Floating Life'."

Jun Zaino said indifferently: "Before entering the mortal world, he went to Tianyuan to ask for the help of the ancient god soldiers there. One of the ancient god soldiers is a pair of spring swords; At that time, Han Qiang had already conceived his own spiritual consciousness from the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and he refused to enter the world with him. Therefore, Ji Fusheng only took away the spring light of the two swords."

Yin Zhichuan looked at him sideways, and Jun Zaiye continued, "The silver-coloured gun that gave birth to his own spiritual consciousness is you."

"..."

Yin Zhichuan paused.

As if sighing in his heart, Jun Zaiye looked at him from the side, with a half-smile: "However, the soldiers of the world who did not want to enter the world at first finally tasted the taste of the world. Why, Major General Yin, the taste of the world , is it sweet or bitter?"

Yinzhichuan: "..."

The creation of all things in the world, outside of the Ten Heavens of No Desire, there are also many bizarre aspirations that cannot be touched by gods and monsters.

Yinzhichuan was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the truth of what this man in Xuanyi who appeared in front of him for no reason said.

"So... what about Xi Huai?"

After pondering, Yin Zhichuan opened his mouth and asked again, but it was still related to the person who made him miss him.

"He..." Jun Zaiye paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's a heartless little stone."

"Heartless little rock?"

Yin Zhichuan was surprised, and for a moment wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"Yes."

However, Jun Zaiye once again responded affirmatively: "He is a little stone without a heart, but wants to experience the seven sufferings, six hatreds and three joys of the world.... At the beginning, his companions advised him to practice well and become an immortal as soon as possible. But he just Want to be human."

"..."

"I want to be a man, but what's so good about being a man?"

Jun Zaiye said: "People live in the dirtiest, most sinful, and most miserable mortal world in the nine heavens and ten earths. If you enter here, you will suffer. But he just said that this place is good. He has learned a lot in every life, but every time Even in reincarnation, he didn't want to go back. Until one time, you saw his reflection in the Xingshui lake in Tianyuan... So, for him, you also entered the mortal world."

Yinzhichuan: "..."

"A heartless little stone, entered the world to experience sorrow and joy. I thought you had already figured out what the result would be if you fell in love with him."

Jun Zaiye smiled slightly and asked, "Master Yin Qi, do you have any regrets?"

It's not that I didn't think about regretting the meeting at the beginning, but until now, I still can't say the simple sentence "I regret it".

"In this world... there are many things, even if it hurts people's hearts, they still don't regret meeting each other."

But as if he already knew Yin Zhichuan's answer, Jun Zaiye smiled slightly, and recited his own answer aloud.

"Is that your loved one too?"

I don't know why Jun Zaiye had the same realization, but thinking of his gaze on the other side of the river several times, Yinzhichuan suddenly opened his mouth.

"Yes."

Jun Zaiye didn't shy away from it, and said very calmly: "...It's a pity that he never knew it from birth to death."

"..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these meaningless old things."

Suddenly heaved a long sigh, Jun Zaiye seemed to have finally thought of the real purpose of this phantom meeting, and asked with a smile: "Why did you come here? Is it because you were disappointed with all living beings in the world?"

"Not to be disappointed or not disappointed."

The heart-piercing cries and pleas seemed to be still close to his ears, Yin Zhichuan lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "It's just that my heart is at a loss, I don't know where to go."

"Then why don't you just listen to me tell a story."

Jun Zaiye narrowed his eyes, and said, "A story about a thousand years ago... the God King crossed the devil."

millennia ago.

The world is wild.

Demons are rampant.

The leader of all immortals, Wumeng Shenjun, came to the mortal world to cross the demons in person.

However, unlike other immortal monarchs who have done good deeds and accumulated meritorious deeds to exorcise evil spirits, Godless Monarch Wumeng is actually going through the catastrophe himself when he descends to the mortal world this time.

The mortal world has a vast territory, and there are many creatures and trees inhabiting it. The Godless Lord Wumeng doesn't know when and where the disaster will come, so he just walks and watches, doing righteous deeds of exorcising evil spirits and killing demons.

God takes saving mortals as his mission, and every time he saves a village, the people in that village are also grateful to Ji Fusheng, kneeling down and bowing down.

But those who offered sacrifices to Fusheng rarely received its favor, and most of them just evaded it and disappeared without a sound.Until passing through a village, the people in that village were so passionate about the gods that they couldn't be more enthusiastic.In any case, ask him to stay and have a meal before leaving.

Wumeng Shenjun is not good at words, and he doesn't know how to deal with the warm hospitality in this world.I had to stay for a meal that he didn't need after bigu.

——But it was this dinner that allowed the Dreamless God to pass the catastrophe for a hundred years, and even almost became the only god who fell from the devil in the Ten Heavens.

It turns out that although the mortal world has been infested by monsters for a long time, there are also conflicts between people.

For example, this village that has been attacked by demons several times, although it is unbearable, but compared to monsters, they hate another tribe around them——

People from that tribe once fought with them for a piece of good land, and both sides suffered injuries during the fight.Winning or losing is often uncertain.

But in struggle, there are always casualties.The sons of those dead fathers will avenge their fathers when they grow up; the humiliated women give birth to children of the perpetrators and teach them to take revenge on their fathers... Over time, conflicts and hatred have accumulated, and the people in the two villages have long since died. It's time for death.

If Ji Fusheng leaves, according to his original plan, the next tribe to help will be the tribe that this village hates.

They didn't want their enemies to be freed from the monster's attack, and after trying to persuade Ji Fusheng several times to no avail, they laid their hands on it.

"Humans and monsters colluded to attack the gods."

The voice of the Infernal Lord is long, and I don't know whether it is lamenting the ignorance and evil of people, or lamenting the absurdity and absurdity of worldly affairs.

Wumeng Shenjun redeemed the village, but instead of feeling that good and evil are rewarded, he became a bargaining chip for the villagers to trade with monsters.

It is expected that Wumeng Shenjun is proficient in Buddhism and has an exquisite heart, but he does not understand how terrible the evil thoughts and selfishness of the human heart are.

"Since you saved us, why not save us to the end."

The villagers told him.

They erased the barriers set up by the Godless Lord Wumeng for the village, and let monsters in to eat the primordial spirit and flesh and blood of the floating life.

In exchange for this, the monsters slaughtered the neighboring village.

The bodhi leaf seems to never fall completely, gently spinning and floating on the water.

The lotus pond is silent, and time seems to stop here. 1000 years have passed, and there is also a man in white who is waiting to be opened, and a man in white who is sleeping peacefully.

Yin Zhichuan looked at him, the snow-clothed man was pale, thin and quiet.

It is hard to imagine that such a gentle and elegant fairy has experienced such a past.

"Jifusheng has been dormant by them for nearly a hundred years. For a hundred years, it has been the bargaining chip for this village to seek wealth."

Jun Zaiye said: "They are far larger than other tribes, and they are more powerful than the demons. But you don't know what Ji Fusheng went through... Every few days, there will be demons who come to eat his flesh and suck his flesh. The primordial spirit, a god who is noble and cannot be profaned, has blood soaked through his heavy clothes because of the evil thoughts of the demons..."

Yinzhichuan was dumbfounded.

"Sounds ridiculous doesn't it?"

Jun Zaiye narrowed his eyes slightly: "There really is such a thing in this world...with mortal malice, you can defile the body of a god...!"

"..."

"However, when Ji Fusheng was able to escape, it didn't hurt the villagers in that village."

Jun Zaiye went on to say: "The demons are nothing in the pond. The long-term transaction made them want to get the gods and primordial spirits permanently, and they would not do anything for the weak mortals. It is ridiculous that the villagers wiped the dreamless gods for them. After all, Ji Fusheng slayed all the greedy monsters, but most of the villagers were already dead or injured. He looked at the remaining mortals who survived and knelt down because of fear and begged for mercy."

"The gods are not without hatred in their hearts - the hundred years of being invaded by monsters has greatly damaged their primordial spirit. But what is more terrifying than being bitten by monsters is giving birth to their own demons."

Walking in this world, the difficulty is not how to avoid all malice; but how to keep the good thoughts in your heart after encountering malice, so as not to become the next carrier of evil.

Later, Ji Fusheng still used his own flesh and blood as bait to lure the monsters step by step towards the Great Desolation.Every time he took a step, there were demons biting his divine body, chewing on his soul...

Having experienced so much, knowing that people's hearts are dangerous, Wumeng Shenjun is still willing to be the one who sacrifices his life to feed demons.

Because sometimes the world is not worth it, but your conscience and soul are worth it.

Jun Zaiye did not tell Yinzhichuan the ending of the last sacrifice to Fusheng, but only asked him: "Young General Yin, please forgive me for taking the liberty."

"Are you saving people in order to show their gratitude?"

"No... not."

Yinzhichuan's throat rolled slightly. "It is sad to see the suffering of the world."

He remembered when he was a child, he saw the back of his [-]-year-old grandmother who was still selling bean soup late at night; the orphan who was homeless at a young age and could only sleep in a corner with his knees curled up; crying woman...

All of this made him think about saving the world.

However, he was heartbroken later on, and gradually felt that the world had nothing to do with him, Yinzhichuan.

"However, the dream is your own. If you give it up, you will only be affected. Make yourself mediocre."

Jun Zaiye smiled and said, "People in the world are pitiful and hateful, but people's hearts are not grass and trees, so how can we not be pitiful."

"..."

"Gu Xuan is about to pass, you and I will leave here for now."

Jun Zaiye said: "Young General Yin, how the road ahead depends on your heart."

Yinzhichuan was suddenly stunned. The bodhi leaf, lotus pond, and sleeping man in white in front of him gradually faded and blurred like ink and ink. Only the Infernal Lord with the golden crown and black robe stood among them, holding an umbrella, with a pair of smiling faces. Feixiao looked at him from afar.

"Young General Yin, please, save us——!"

In the midst of the flames of war, there was a stench of blood and rotting corpses everywhere.Some people were fleeing, but they were always prone to fall in a hurry. They could only tremble and watch the living corpse approaching step by step, screaming and watching themselves being bitten.

One cleverly hid behind Yinzhichuan, and Yinzhichuan stood in a daze among the flames, but it was quite strange that no living corpse approached him——

The man was pleading and begging like crazy, his forehead was bloody from the knock, and he was holding Yin Zhichuan's leg tightly, unwilling to let go.

Yin Zhichuan slowly recovered from his absence, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

...it's a hellish scene.

He looked at the ordinary people in front of him who turned their backs on him for a moment, inflicting great malice on his family and dead brother.Now they are all screaming, crying, and crying out in pain.

But for some reason, quite strangely, what Yinzhichuan thought of at this time was not how they threw rotten leaf swill on his father and brother's coffin in hatred.

Instead, I thought of this uncle, who used to give them good food at home; this pockmarked soldier, whose mother-in-law used to sew clothes for him and his elder brother; The cubs gave them...

Yinzhichuan laughed and patted his robe lightly——

He suddenly remembered that he went to the battlefield to protect others in the first place. [*Note 1]

It's not about competing for such a vast land, it's not about achieving one's reputation with blood, but just as Jun Zaiye said, people are not grass and trees.

He was saddened to see others suffer.That's all.

Yin Zhichuan clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice: "People are not grass... People are not grass."

I can't tell where the change started, but I only heard an extremely clear and sharp cry, and the beam of light piercing the sky from the city wall hit the night sky——

The weapons of the six seas and five wastelands trembled together, the swords blared and the knives swayed, making them extremely uneasy.As if welcoming something tremblingly——

That is a sign that the soldiers of the world are about to be born.

Gu Xuedu, who was several miles away, also suddenly changed his face, trying to hold down the frightened living corpse to save something.But it was too late——

Inside and outside the capital of stars, all the soldiers raised their heads together, watching this strange star change:

At one point in the sky to the north, one of the Big Dipper, which was originally dim and hidden, suddenly appeared on the right track. The light overwhelmed all the surrounding planets, and changed from the original lead gray to a brilliant bright red, almost dripping blood. Come……

Pojun, one of the three stars of "Slaying the Wolf", was born.

All the soldiers holding the sword lost control of the sword from this moment, as if turned upside down and became slaves of the sword.

They knelt trembling uncontrollably, facing the direction of the city wall of the star field capital, whether it was Sheng Yang's or Yan Qi's soldiers.

Blood was overflowing from Yinzhichuan's nose and mouth—it was the toxin from the Dream Grass, but he coughed and wiped it away slowly. Squint, catch it suddenly!

There is no need to bother to find the "Soldiers of the World" hidden in the Duke's Mansion. When the master awakens, he will appear in the world.

Everyone stared blankly at all this, and after a while, Sheng Yang's soldiers suddenly shouted, howling and ecstatically knelt down under Yinzhichuan's boots, suddenly everything was saved, everything was in time——

They will no longer be the slaves of the subjugated country.

However, amidst the ecstasy of cheering, only one person was stunned, collapsed, and ran towards the tower recklessly——

Xi Huai yelled loudly: "No...no!!! Yin Zhichuan, don't shoot, the antidote for the Dream Grass is here...!!!"

However, Yinzhichuan murmured in a low voice. He looked at the people who were kind on one side and ignorant on the other, and smiled slightly:

"I never forgave."

"But I have to let myself go," he said.

He is a soft-hearted and sensitive person, and he swears against the secular world that he will become cold and hard.

But if this is the case, just watching others suffer is already a great torture to this gentle heart.

After all, people are not grass and trees.

[*Note 1]: "Some people go to the battlefield to make meritorious deeds, some people go to the battlefield just to survive, but some people go to the battlefield because they think they can save others." —— Kyushu Misty Record