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"Old man!"

Fazang quickly came to the old man.

"Now that it's late at night and everyone has gone back to their houses to rest, why don't you go home?"

The old man looked at him calmly and asked.

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

Fazang paused, then opened his mouth, wanting to say that he hoped the villagers could evacuate as soon as possible, but thinking of the villagers' disregard, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Old man, why are the villagers? Along the way, the little monk has been massacred by evildoers in more than a dozen villages. I don't know how to make the villagers believe what the little monk said. The little monk can swear by the Buddha. What the little monk said is true!"

"Old man, are you willing to help the young monk?"

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

A massacre of 2,023 people in 825 households in 14 villages. No one survived.

He doesn't want this number to increase any more.

"It's useless, little monk, no matter what you say, they won't leave."

"We were aware of the incidents in the surrounding villages when they happened."

"Everyone knows clearly that the surrounding villages have been slaughtered, and they are the next one."

"But what if you know, what if you don't know, sooner or later you will just die."

"Earlier or later, so what."

Just one 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 living.

Ants still live in vain, let alone humans.

Life is alive and people shouldn't be so numb!

"Little monk, are you from other places? Xizhou Buddha Land? Or Zhongzhou Dynasty?"

"No, little monk. He is from Nanzhou."

"People from Nanzhou?"

Are there still 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 would be such a child in Nanzhou. Haha, it's weird, it's really weird."

"If I hadn't seen you, little monk, with my own eyes, the old man would never believe that there is such a person in Nanzhou."

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

"It's just a young monk. In Nanzhou, the more kind-hearted people are, the harder it is to live. If you know the danger here, you will understand that there will be danger here at any time. You can leave, there is no need to waste your life here. ”

"What a shame."

"--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 say you are from Nanzhou, but little monk, do you really know Nanzhou?"

"You want the villagers to flee quickly, and you use your thinking to look at the problem of dying."

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

From the villagers' point of view, Fazang had indeed never experienced this before. He just hoped that the villagers would survive and take refuge as soon as possible in case of crisis.

Isn't this right?

Isn't that what you should do when danger strikes?

Or is he wrong?

"No, you are right. This is correct in any four states except Nanzhou."

"But this is Nanzhou."

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

"Haha, if you have no home, how can you go home?"

"The old man was born in an ordinary village. His parents are no different from the villagers here. They are just alive."

"However, maybe they still have some unresolved emotions. They seemed to smile when the old man was born, and you can also see the smiles on their faces when they were young."

"Children are always the continuation of their parents. How can there be parents in the world who don't love their children?"

"At that time, the old man was still young and was puzzled by the indifferent appearance of the other uncles in the village. He even asked my parents, but my parents just touched my head and said nothing."

"Later, when I got a little older, I started to hear news about the massacre of the village. At that time, my uncles had no reaction, but my parents were the only ones who showed fear and worry."

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

"I asked my parents what it meant, but they just hugged me and held me tight, saying they wouldn't let me die."

"I do not understand."

"It wasn't until later that someone broke into the village and started killing the uncles one by one. The uncles fell numbly. 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 survive. Then they turned around and ran away to attract the enemy."

"I still remember that I was so scared and I was in a daze after seeing the dead person."

"That's what kids do."

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

"When I lived God, the carnage was over."

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

"Then I saw the bones of my parents."

"What were your emotions like at that time?"

"Forgot. To be honest, I have forgotten about it. I think it was fear and fear, and then anger."

How can a son not be angry when his parents' corpses are still in front of him?

"So, I embarked on the road of revenge."

"I tried my best to obtain the Taoism and learn the magical powers, but I was dull and could only draw Qi into my body after twenty years of hard work. I finally built my foundation, but it was already time to know my destiny."

"Finally, I worked hard for two hundred years and went to seek revenge at the peak of the foundation."

"The final result was a miserable defeat."

"How could a useless person who had no one to rely on and practiced alone be the enemy of the disciples of the sect."

"That time, I escaped from the dead, but my cultivation was abolished, my Qi 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 the past hundred years clearly, and I can't remember them clearly.

I only remember that it seems that I have fallen.

"Now I am three hundred and twenty years old, and I have lived for three hundred years. My qi and blood are dry, and my meridians are broken. I will not live long."

"People often say that when life comes to an end, they will inadvertently recall the past."

"I am also wondering if I can see my parents again, and what should I say when I see them."

"Angry? Missing? Uneasy? Guilty?"

If I can really see them again, it would be a good thing.

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

"What did my parents look like?"

"What was I going to say?"

"Just now, what did I say to you?"

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

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

There was a lot of emptiness in those eyes

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