Chang'an India

Bian Yonglan held up the long knife, his chest rose and fell gently.

Beyond the illusion, there is an illusion—Wan Jianghou, with golden eaves and green tiles, and rich clothes and jade food, has never stayed in such a dilapidated house since he was a child. What else can it be if it is not an illusion?

"How can you steal my baby's buns, you old bastard!" He scolded the shabby woman in her thirties, "How long did I save before I was willing to buy white flour buns for my baby? This child is also the seed of your Li family!"

"I didn't steal the buns, I didn't steal the buns..." The woman scolded a thin old man with his hips on his hips, curled up on the kang, and argued in a low voice.

"How dare you say that you didn't steal it! The baby was reluctant to eat it, and hid it after taking two bites... It's gone...My poor child, why is life so hard, but Tao was born in your house..." The woman scolded After a few words, he cried himself into tears, stood in the middle of the broken house and let out a mournful voice, even crying and cursing, and he said it countless times, scolding very fluently, "It's really nice for me to marry into your family. You have committed eight lifetimes of evil! You are old, you are dead, you are running away, leaving us orphans and widows, and you still have to serve you, an old man, what kind of life am I living! I might as well not live!"

"I didn't steal the bun... I really didn't steal the bun..."

"Do you think I can't leave you, an old bastard, and remarry?" The woman became furious, and slammed her fists at the old man, "I won't remarry. , you still steal my child’s bun, I’ll kill you! Kill you!”

"I didn't steal the buns, I didn't steal the buns," the old man seemed to be confused, and repeated this sentence over and over again, curled up in the corner of the kang, covered his head to hide from the woman's fists, hid for a while, but then reached out to grab her clothes Jiao, "I didn't steal the bun...I'm hungry..."

"..." The woman had scolded and beaten her, and when she heard him cry, she sobbed again and stopped her hands.

"...Be hungry!" She wiped away her tears, shook her hands and went out to work on her livelihood, leaving a bitter sentence, "You can't die if you starve for a day!"

The Marquis of Wan Jiang stood in the dilapidated house, but he understood that this woman was probably a widow whose husband had died, raising the child and the demented father-in-law all by herself, without any relatives to help her—listen to what she meant, and asked So there are relatives, but they also left them and ran away.

"I didn't steal buns... I'm hungry..."

Bian Yonglan felt that in this illusion, a moment seemed to be a day, the old man repeated these two sentences over and over again, and the sky in the dilapidated house dimmed.

"I'm hungry..." The old man muttered for a long time, but no one came in to take care of him. He thought he was so hungry and his mind was not clear. Put your hand in your mouth.

"This is unbearable!"

Marquis Wan Jiang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, he thought that he could touch the old man just like in the previous illusion, but he didn't realize it, he caught nothing with one hand.

The old man stopped shouting that he was hungry, and was busy tearing up the tattered mat to fill his mouth.

But where can people eat that stuff?The old man was in a daze, and after chewing he wanted to swallow.

Bian Yonglan couldn't stop him, he could only watch him swallow it, and then it got stuck in his throat, struggled with his hands for a long time, but he couldn't catch his breath, he just choked to death.

Xu Yin, the old man was insane before he was alive, he didn't know how to hate, he didn't know how to resent. Locally, it is a gesture that cannot be stopped, stopped, or helped.

Most of the dilapidated houses in the world look similar, and it's hard to say which one is more dilapidated, so Bian Yonglanmu stood there in a daze, not realizing the dilapidated houses around him for a while, so he changed to another one.

But when he came back to his senses and looked at the people on the kang, he realized that the illusion was no longer that illusion, and the people on the kang had also changed. Looking at the human figure who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, it was obviously better than the one who choked to death. The old man has more reason to cry hungry.

"Daddy..." A skinny child was lying on the kang, not hungry, but whispered, "Daddy, Daddy, wake up..."

"...Where's your mother?" The child called for a long time, and the kang master finally opened his eyes and asked weakly.

"Mother...Mother disappeared a few days ago..." The child has no flesh, but his belly is swollen. I don't know if he has poured cold water into his belly, but he still has tears to cry, "I can't find my mother... "

"Don't look for your mother... Listen to my father... Don't run around..." Master Kang barely said a few more words, as if he wanted to reach out to touch the child's head, but finally couldn't lift his hand, and moved his fingers Moved, and passed out again.

"Niu Niu, you come..."

The child was wiping his tears when he heard someone calling him at the door. He knew the name of the child and thought he was a villager he knew, but the child didn't go over immediately, and he didn't know why he was hesitating. Father forbids me to run around..."

"Don't be afraid, come, I have food at home, uncle will take you to eat..."

The villager was also thin, but he still had the strength to talk and walk. He beckoned to the child while persuading him. When he said the word "eat", he swallowed involuntarily.

"do not go!"

Xiao'er couldn't figure out why he was a little scared when he made a decision, but Bian Yonglan immediately understood, and quickly stretched out his hand to pull him.

But he couldn't hold it back—he forgot again, he couldn't hold it back.

The child followed the villagers out of the door in a daze, Bian Yonglan followed him a few steps in a daze, but finally stopped at the door, and found that he was also afraid—Wan Jianghou, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was so scared now. It is difficult to take this step to see what the village outside looks like.

He clenched the knife tightly, furious to the extreme, but there was no expression on his face - Xia Chunqiu said that he had been in the world for more than [-] years, so the scenes in these illusions must have happened in the past sixty years.

The Marquis of Wanjiang was angry because he didn't know it, but within 60 years, under the emperor's rule, there have been such famine disasters and tragedies of cannibalism!

Why does the court not know!Why didn't the government help!Why!

Because the Son of Heaven is only one person, but there are tens of thousands of officials and common people under his rule-there are always fatuous and treacherous officials, there are always misfortunes that deceive the superior and the inferior, there are always those who cannot be seen and controlled, and there are always evils that are hard to get rid of. , Injustice is hard to sue.

"I'm hungry……"

Hearing these words again, Wan Jianghou turned around expressionlessly, and saw a pair of small hands with only bones left holding his clothes.

He had no expression, but the Buddha shadow that appeared to protect him did—perhaps he sensed the anger in the heart of the protector. The Vajra Arhat dharma body opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth to drink, and glared angrily at the world.

"Brother, I'm hungry..."

The child behind Bian Yonglan has the appearance of white bones, and the bones are so white that it seems that every trace of flesh and blood has been cut clean.But Wan Jianghou knew that he did not starve to death.

"........."

The child remained silent, and could only see the flesh in front of his eyes, his teeth were wide open, and he bit down hard on Yonglan's hand beside him.

There were still teeth in the skull of the white bone, and when he bit down hard, the teeth tore through the flesh.

With the Buddha's shadow protecting him, this child's bones should not be able to bite Bian Yonglan's palm, let alone make him bleed.

But some people are willing to sacrifice their lives with tears in their eyes.

Buddha does not stop him.

"........."

The flesh was bleeding, but the white skull stopped suddenly.Obviously there is no flesh and blood, and I can't see the expression anymore, but I can feel that this little white bone skeleton seems a little flustered.

"I, I didn't..."

The little skull let go, but leaned closer to Bian Yonglan's hand, and the teeth moved slightly.

"nothing……"

Marquis Wan Jiang, who is good at trying to figure out the meaning of people, is also good at trying to figure out the meaning of ghosts.

"Don't blow it...my brother doesn't hurt."

He put the knife back into its sheath, and raised his hand to touch the small white skull.There was a smile on the face, and the tears fell.

An illusion where people were willing to sacrifice their lives for each other was quietly broken. Bian Yonglan stood on the battlefield, and the two armies were fighting chaotically. He looked around scatteredly, not knowing what he was looking at.

Marquis Wan Jiang has seen this battlefield, not only has he seen it, but he is very familiar with it - he once took the head of a famous general in this chaotic army.

When the general dies in battle, the soldiers are defeated.

Bian Yonglan only felt that he had turned into a leaf, or he had turned into a ghost without paying attention, floating and swinging in this illusion, seeing an army rout, another army stopped fighting, and deserters fleeing without a plan People who have seen blood lose their restraint, and they pass through the border like locusts. When they pass by villages and towns, they will burn, kill and loot to grab some supplies and money.

"Master Jun! Lord Jun, spare me!"

—he drew his sword at last.

"Mother! Mother! No! Mother!"

- cut off.

"Help!"

——It's all empty.

But what else can he do?He has only one knife.

So even though all the chopping and chopping were empty, he still chopped down with one knife after another.

The past is over, and the smoke and dust are all paid.

It's just that it can't be stopped, can't be stopped, can't be helped, and it's too late.

The author has something to say: Just ask carefully, isn't it cruel?I'm already writing... Teacher Xia's argument: The world is not worth it. Of course there are more convincing examples, but I'm getting older and I can't start writing. I don't want to add trouble to others in an entertainment novel. Anyway, it's okay Write a little and understand the spirit. Teacher Xia said, "Eliminate human tyranny, the world belongs to the three bodies" (???)