Li Qingshan held his head in his hands and furrowed his brows. His body was arched and his back was high, like a struggling cow. There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
All kinds of magical changes began to regress.
The bull is in the mud vigorously!
If all the mud is gone, why are you so persistent? If you can have fun, who wants to suffer!
Here is "bliss", "pure land" without pain.
Looking up to the sky and howling, the wind and clouds are violent, the fangs are thick, and the eyes are splitting.
However, his mind calmed down in an instant, and he had already determined the phoenix nirvana!
The bright red fire spread and engulfed, but this alone was not enough. As long as the goodness and moving in his memory still exist, he could not resist this "bliss".
It is impossible to give up, let alone give up. Memories are one body. How can we distinguish between beauty and ugliness, touch and pain
He didn't know that Xiaoan killed countless people and committed heinous sins. But in his eyes, there is no difference between Zhu Yan and Bai Bone, they are all his Xiao An!
How to divide this memory
With a long sigh, it urges Linggui to close the town!
His eyes were suddenly blank, as if all his thoughts had been emptied, reflecting the clear blue sky, which was also burned by the fire and fell from the high sky.
boom! A stream of light flew by and fell on a field.
An old couple hurried over, with fireworks and sparks rushing towards their faces, and they couldn't get close for a while.
But they didn't seem to be afraid, so the old man picked up the guy and opened a path.
At this time, the baby's cry suddenly sounded in front of him. This situation was a bit weird at first.
The old couple looked at each other, anxious, and quickened their pace.
Passing hurriedly through the charred sorghum pole, the old man's feet were empty, and the old woman's eyes were quick, and she grabbed his arm and didn't fall into the scorched sinkhole.
The flames in the sinkhole have not been completely extinguished, and in the middle half of the broken eggshell lies a baby, crumpled and pink, holding his fists and kicking his calves, as if he was with an invisible monster. Fighting, crying full of breath.
The old man slowly slid down the sinkhole, put out the remaining fire, and approached the baby.
The baby suddenly opened his eyes and stopped crying. His large scarlet eyes clearly reflected the surrounding scenery.
The old man stopped, not daring to approach.
The old woman jumped over him, picked up the baby, her expression full of excitement: "Look, old man, it's a doll! It's a doll given to us by Buddha!"
Before they came to this world of bliss, they had eaten fast and recited the Buddha, accumulated virtues and deeds all their lives, but they did not have a son and a half daughters. They are typical representatives of the local "good people do not get rewarded", and there are no complaints. I was led to this world of bliss, but I didn't stop thinking about it. Today, my dream has finally come true.
The old man no longer hesitated when he heard this. Kneel down immediately, and kept chanting the Buddha's name.
They took the child back to the house and fed him rice porridge. The child did not refuse to come, ate and drank, and had a bigger appetite than an adult.
The old woman opened her eyebrows and smiled: "Oh, fortunately, it is in the land of Buddha, otherwise we will all be eaten by him."
The old man patted his thigh: "Yes, I will plant some more pumpkins. I can harvest them in a few days. Feed this kid pumpkin soup."
This pure land of bliss has "flowers that never give up in four seasons, and the scenery of Changchun in eight festivals". The climate is warm and suitable, there is no severe cold and heat, and the land is extremely fertile. You don't need to work hard, just sprinkle seeds and you can get a good harvest, let alone any harsh taxes.
Farming is no longer a chore of "facing the loess and back to the sky", it has become a great pleasure. Plant what you want to eat, plant it today, and sprout the next day, one day a day, and it will soon bloom and bear fruit. Seeing that there is an indescribable joy, the field will always be filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Seeing the child grow up day by day, yes, this child grows up every day and every moment, and the next day he can run around on the ground, and he can eat more and more. A few days later, the newly planted pumpkin field, He couldn't satisfy his appetite at all.
The old couple is not surprised, presumably in this world of bliss, children grow up as fast as melons and fruits!
On this day, the child was eating melons babbling, suddenly a flash of light passed through my mind and raised his head from the skin of the melon: "Who am I?"
The old couple were caught off guard these days. They didn’t discuss the naming issue these days. For the child given by Buddha, the name must be prudent and meaningful. You can’t just call it “Ergouzi Big Pillar”. .
But they didn’t have much knowledge. In the previous life, Wajing was a name like this in the village. The old man smoked three bags of dry cigarettes and didn’t get any. Give one too."
The old woman lit the old man's head, hating iron and steel, and said: "You old thing, you really don't have enough gold after picking up, and I can't count on you. I will ask for one in the temple after a few ****."
However, before a few days have passed, the child asked himself. The old couple looked at each other, speechless.
"Who am I?" The child dropped the melon skin, and his voice became louder.
"Yes!" The old man patted his thigh again: "You were born from an egg, so call it'Dansheng'!"
The old woman glared at the old man, but the old man was completely unaware and triumphant: "My surname is Ruan, your name is Ruan Dansheng."
The old woman grabbed the cigarette pouch with her hand, and hit her head, "You are the soft guy, you are the soft guy!"
While parrying, the old man plausibly said: "I am not a softie, why would I be beaten by you?"
The child muttered to himself: "Dansheng? My name is Dansheng." The word "Ruan" was automatically ignored.
Suddenly he smiled and jumped up: "I'm an egg layman! I want to eat melon!"
"I'm done eating watermelons. Don't grow them soon!"
The old man took a handful of melon seeds on the ground, carried a hoe, and walked out the door dejectedly, "Dan Sheng" followed his butt, waiting to eat the melon.
The old man smiled: "Don't panic when the egg is born, it won't grow out for ten and a half months."
"Dansheng" did not give up, and still followed, the old man patted his head and went to the field to plant melon seeds.
"Dan Sheng" squatted on the ridge and waited, staring straight at the melon field.
"What a silly boy!" The old man smiled and shook his head, but suddenly heard "Dang Sheng" mutter something:
"Long! Long! Long!"
A pair of red eyes gradually turned into blue, clear like water and emerald green like leaves.
Melon seedlings broke out of the soil and grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye. They bloomed with yellow and bright flowers, and round fruits formed under the petals, which inflated like a balloon. In another moment, the melon ripened and fell!
"Dan Sheng" rushed into the melon field, picked up a big watermelon that was bigger than his head, slammed it to pieces, and ate it again.
The old man sat down on the ground: "Oh my god! Old lady come out and see!" (To be continued.)