When Kong Jing and his group disappeared in the jungle, and when everything around was quiet, Duju, who was hiding behind the altar, dared to breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, he looked suspicious and regretful, and the wrinkles on his face were like being carved a few more strokes by the merciless knife of the years, making him so tired and aging. He was holding his chest in pain, and his eyes looked dull and hollow because of regret. , As if his soul was hollowed out in an instant, so that he could not move like a wooden man.
It turns out that in the past ten years, I have been such a faint city lord. It turned out that after he killed his beloved city with his own hands, he also destroyed his beloved son. In the past ten years, the people of Chiyan City have complained, and it is also the fault of their incompetence.
Duju propped up his already weak body and walked out of the Buddha's niche. Now it seems that he is no longer the lord of a city, but has become a wanderer, with nowhere to go, no right to change everything, as if he would only become their disaster.
But even so, as the city lord, he should fulfill his responsibility. He calmed down and thought that at present, he had to go to Chengsuke's old ministry for help, and there was no other way.
Just as he decided to walk out of the temple, he suddenly heard something thrown on the roof, and there were a few soldiers running around the temple outside the temple. With torches in their hands, they kept throwing the torches on the top of the temple and into the temple.
The fire spread quickly and wrapped Duju. Duju was surrounded by more and more intense fireworks. He looked extremely apprehensive. He wanted to escape from the temple, but the firelight at the door rushed in along the wind and threw him in again. Forced to go back. Soon, under the burning of the fire, the beams of this somewhat dilapidated temple began to shake and fall apart, and the beams and wooden pillars began to collapse, blocking the exit.
All Ju knew that this was what Kong Jing ordered his subordinates to set on fire and kill them all. It seems that Kong Jing knew that the real city lord was hiding behind the altar, and that he planned to kill himself directly.
Several soldiers who continued to throw torches in Duju Chao shouted: "You traitors, you dare to set the Lord on fire, and your sins will send you to hell."
The beep of the fire that broke the beams drowned out his anger. Du Ju looked desperately at the world beyond the fire, and never at a moment was so eager to get out of the cage-like prison. Whether it was the city court in the past or the temple nowadays, Ju did not want to be a tooth-extracted one. The trapped beast is manipulated all day long by those who flatter and selfish.
For the first time, I wished that I was just an ordinary person, able to swim in the world, ignoring those political affairs and conspiracies.
But when all the beams on the roof fell down, pressing the angry and struggling city lord under the burning giant tree, those regrets seemed to have no power. At that moment, his consciousness began to blur, and finally everything was submerged. In this sea of fire.
The squeaking sound of the fire leaping to the sky, like the last sorrow of the dead soul, toward the sky, toward the sky, shouting his last hope and struggle.