Blood soaked in rain water flowed down his sword blade, dripping, dripping.
On a thunderstorm night, he walked into this remote village in a straw raincoat, his figure echoing the darkness.
The lights were still on at the entrance of the village. The couple seemed to have had an argument, arguing over trivial matters in life, their voices drowned out by the noise of rain. Their child was lying on his side at the window, stretching out his short and fat hands, playing under the eaves to catch the rain.
Ji Wuyou approached slowly.
The night was dark and the rain was pouring down. The two-and-a-half-year-old child had his eyes drooped, and his parents behind him were arguing about an ox cart. He was actually a little sleepy, but no one helped him take a bath or put him to sleep. The wind blowing in his face was wet and salty with a strange smell. The child stretched his hands in the air and blinked. Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky like a silver snake, illuminating the world, but he was not afraid. His sight had been attracted by the person walking towards him with a sword.
The one wearing a straw hat and a raincoat.
The child's clear eyes stared at him motionlessly.
Ji Wuyou was also approaching him.
Walk to the window.
There are rice fields not far from the wooden house, and there is a tree at the end of the path between the rice fields.
Ji Wuyou's figure just blocked the child's view.
The child was stunned and a little scared. He withdrew his hand, but then he thought again that he was at home now and there was nothing to be afraid of.
So he asked, "Big brother, are you here to look for someone?"
In a place he couldn't see, a woman in apricot yellow clothes stood in the rain and smiled, without getting wet. Her eyes looked at him with a smile, without pity or malice.
A Buddha who has neither sorrow nor joy, neither love nor hate.
The quarreling couple also heard it and walked over from the inner room. The hostess shouted: "What's wrong, Haobao, who are you talking to?" At the same time, she turned around and said to the head of the family fiercely: "Anyway, I don't care. You return the ox cart to that damn old liar tomorrow. If you don't, I will take my son back to my parents' home, and you can sleep in the cart by yourself." The footsteps of the woman were approaching this side.
The child knew his mother was here, so he was even less afraid. He stared at Ji Wuyou with his distinct black and white eyes and asked crisply, "Why haven't I seen you before?"
Lightning flashed, and the man in the straw raincoat slowly raised his head. His facial features were washed by the bloody rain, and the face of the once cowardly and inferior boy became more resolute and fierce.
His eyes were also cold and dark purple, like the pupils of a poisonous snake.
The moment it was thrown, the child realized something was wrong and opened his mouth: "Big brother..." But it was too late, a sword came through the window.
He didn't even close his eyes when he felt his vision turn upside down, his head seemed to be falling, and blood spurted from his neck.
At the same time, the hostess came closer and closer, muttering: "You are not talking to yourself in the middle of the night, are you? The water is almost ready, hurry up and take off your clothes and take a bath. Haobao?" The moment she lifted the curtain, something warm and red liquid sprayed directly on her face. The woman's voice stopped abruptly, and her whole body froze as if she had lost her soul.
Half a moment later, a shrill and sorrowful scream resounded throughout the rainy night.
The man was sitting on the kang, feeling very confused. When he heard his wife scream, he immediately rushed over and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
But when he walked over, he saw his wife and children lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Ji Wuyou had already entered the room. Looking at the woman crying and holding the child's body, he drew out his second sword without mercy. The hostess's eyes were bloodshot, and she wanted to rush over and bite him to death, but before she could utter the vicious curse in her mouth, she turned around and heard the crisp sound of bones being cut.
Cut in the waist with one sword.
There was thunder outside.
Ji Wuyou's mind is empty now, but his whole body is immersed in a surprisingly comfortable state, as if reaping lives is his destiny.
He held the sword and turned around.
What I saw was a man who had rushed over after hearing the noise. He had been dull all his life and now had a pale face.
All the blood seemed to be concentrated in his eyes, making them red.
He looked at Ji Wuyou, his pupils constricted and his teeth trembling.
The murderer in front of him was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. He was familiar with his eyebrows and eyes. The man's internal organs were twisted and throbbing with pain. His shrill voice pierced through the endless night: "—Ji, Wu, You!"
Ji Wuyou curled his lips. He couldn't even remember who he was, but now he was enjoying killing people, and he felt something was slowly taking shape in his heart. Ji Wuyou didn't even pay attention to him, his face expressionless, and he swung his sword to chop down.
The sword was about to cut the man in half.
An unexpected situation occurs.
A silver-white gust of wind crackled through the window, and the vast power of the Nascent Soul directly knocked Ji Wuyou's sword out of his hand. A voice filled with anger came from the sky: "Ji Wuyou! What are you doing!"
The overwhelming pressure made Ji Wuyou, who was still in the foundation-building stage, unstable and retreated step by step.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ji Wuyou’s eyes suddenly widened and his face turned pale in an instant, because he was too familiar with the sword intent in that strong wind—Yunxiao!
The man was saved and came back from the brink of death. His legs went weak and he knelt down, crawled to his dead wife and children, and burst into tears.
A deep sword intent directly split the low wooden house in half.
Tianya Dao's hands were shaking with anger. The night rain was heavy, and the light around him gradually turned into white stars. The pressure from the Yuanying Great Power was extremely terrifying. He looked at the women and children who died tragically on the ground, and his eyes, which had been indifferent to the world for many years, were filled with shock and anger.
Taoist Tianya closed his eyes and said, "Killing innocent people indiscriminately is a crime that deserves death. You are a demon and an evil person. Today I am clearing up your sect and enforcing justice for the heavens!"
Ji Wuyou fell to the ground, staring blankly at the old man with white hair and immortal appearance in the air...
“Grandmaster…” This is the head of Yunxiao, this is his grandmaster.
Ji Wuyou suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He vaguely realized that something was completely gone. The blood was piercing and his fingers were stuck in the ground. He gasped and murmured, "Master... Master..."
Taoist Tianya was extremely indifferent: "I dare not call you my master. There is no way my Tianqian Peak can produce someone like you."
Qin Qianhuan was the reincarnation of Buddha, and he inherited the power of Heaven, so his cultivation was naturally above that of Nascent Soul. After hiding his figure, Taoist Tianya could not see him. She stood not far away, turning the relic, watching all this with cold eyes, not intending to take action or stop it.
Ji Wuyou felt as if he had been hit hard. He bent over, and after a long silence, he laughed softly.
"Yes, I don't belong to Yunxiao, nor do I belong to Tianqian Peak. I am a demon, destined to be on a different path from you."
Sakya Temple.
Holding a lamp in his hand, Wusheng stepped into the Hall of Rebirth which had been sealed for a long time. There were several layers of dust here, and there were thousands of Buddha statues above, looking down in silence, seeing all living beings as if they were ants.
He recalled in his mind what his master had said to him.
— “When I saw the Tathagata’s Eye on the lotus platform, I knew that things had developed to the most pessimistic point.”
—"The ancestors of Jingtian Temple told me that one day, you will have to walk through the Hall of Rebirth alone to end your rebirth. Do you understand?"
Wusheng paused, held the lamp high in his hand, and walked towards the end.
—"When you were born, everything was bright as a lamp, and I knew you were not mortal."
—"Ten thousand years ago, the Nine Heavens Buddha fell, and his Zen consciousness was scattered. Only one person sealed his Zen consciousness alone in the Hall of Rebirth."
— “Why do you cover your eyes with white silk? ... Because everything in this world is turbid. To you, even light is filthy.”
"I heard the statues in the Temple of the Dead peeling off. Revealing the truth."
"You should also end your life."
"You were born with a relic as your heart."
"You are the Tathagata of Dingguang."
He finally reached the end and placed the lamp in his hand on the shrine. His slender hands slowly took off the white silk covering his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled.
The young monk opened his eyes, the pale golden color was close to pure white, containing thousands of Buddha lights, sacred and distant. In this silent ancient temple, he looked up and saw the end of the Buddha statue, a statue peeled off to reveal the real one, with a seven-foot round light and a thousand-foot body light. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and put his hands together.
Wusheng whispered his name in his heart.
The ancient Buddha Dipamkara.
—The ancestor of all Buddhas.
The author has something to say: ... ... I am such a middle school student, but I actually enjoyed writing it.
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