The symbolic meaning of the two words "Ni Lie" is not something that ordinary people can understand.
The vulgar people would associate the word "plow" with the tool used by farmers to cultivate the land in their daily work on the farmland, but in fact this tattered scripture was written in Latin.
Judging from its binding and appearance, this scripture should have been copied by local Europeans.
The source of the original text is still unknown, but the world is so big that just from the few phantoms shown in front of us, we can already tell that the content of the original text is not in the local European style, but more like a work from the ancient Zhongyuan.
In fact, the word "Ni Lie" symbolizes hell.
The hell in the book is not the hell in demonology, but the hell in Buddhism.
The reason why it was sealed at Miskatonic University was because the Holy Light faith prohibited the spread of foreign beliefs.
Most of the foreign scriptures were burned, but this magical mud plow escaped the heresy trial.
Jobtran calmed down and placed the book in his palm.
He could hear bursts of wailing cries, but he knew that these were just the effects of the Mud Plow on him.
This book "Mud Plow" is very thin, with only a dozen pages, but every time you turn a page, you will find that it shows the withering of life.
Sinful people wait for atonement in these eighteen hells, but they never wait for the day of freedom.
Everyone has paid a heavy price for the mistakes they have made.
However, the last page was blank, with only two large, crooked fonts written in the middle of the entire classic.
It says "Infernal Affairs" on it.
He didn't know whether it was his intuition or there was a powerful being helping Joet Brown, but he always felt that the Sif Sira he was looking for was hiding in the two words "Wu Jian".
When my fingertips touched the rough parchment, I felt a palpitation and sadness in my heart.
Two lines of hot tears burst out from my eyes.
When his fingers separated from the word "Wu Jian", Joet Brown closed the Mud Plow Sutra with a heavy heart.
He found the person he was looking for—Sif Sila, but he also understood the meaning of the word "Wu Jian".
The reason why he cried was not that he could not save Sif from the "Mud Plow", but that Sif herself was unwilling to escape from the Mud Plow.
She couldn't get out of the mud plow either.
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“Wow wow wow!”
The crying of a baby breaks the silence of the morning light, accompanied by the chirping of insects and the fragrance of flowers, heralding the arrival of spring.
A young couple had their only daughter and named her Sif Silla.
Time passed like a flash, and in the blink of an eye, amidst laughter and joy, the quiet and bookish little girl slowly grew into a charming young girl.
The only thing that remains unchanged is her love of reading.
Her characteristic is that she keeps a book in her hand all day long.
While other girls were chattering about how to win the hearts of tall and handsome athletes, Sif was immersing herself in the romantic medieval Romantic story.
She had always hoped that she could meet a knight who belonged only to her, a gentleman who was not only humble and polite, but also skilled in both literature and martial arts.
The more books she read, the more she found that most of the men around her were vulgar, until she reached the age suitable for marriage.
"Look, this is our baby."
Sif was lying on her side on the hospital bed, holding an adorable newborn baby in her arms, and showing her pride to the man in front of her with a sweet face.
Is this not the love that Sif herself longed for? But the little life in her arms is the fruit of her hard work.
The man's face was even blurry, even though he was the person who slept next to her in bed every night.
Is that a family-style marriage assigned by parents? It is not a marriage prompted by free love.
Sif has always had an inexplicable sense of illusion in her heart. She always feels like she has forgotten something very important, but she can't remember it.
But this awkward obsession disappeared after the birth of the little life in her arms.
Sif saw the serenity that she had never had on the face of the little one in her arms, and hoped to give this child a happy life.
The man in front of her turned away with disdain, just because the child was a girl like her.
"Only boys can inherit the family business."
The man with a blurred face said something coldly, and then ignored the haggard Sif and the child in her arms.
Several years passed, and Sif still hadn't seen that heartless man again.
As she sat on the balcony of her house day after day, the cool autumn wind blew across her face again and again. When she came to her senses, she found that she was already an old woman.
The pride of myself also left me forever in a cold storm and became a small stone tablet in the backyard.
"Maybe this is my destiny? Maybe this is my fate."
Sif accepted her fate? She gave up her childhood fantasies, gave up those unrealistic romantic ideas, and gave up the path to return to reality.
Falling leaves, snow, blooming flowers, and bearing fruits.
Spring goes and autumn comes? Silently.
Sif Sila eventually sank into the hell and lost the meaning of existence.
There is no time, no result, no relief, and what is left is only the silent erosion of time.
All the emotions and desires are repeated again and again, and all the dreams and fantasies are shattered again and again.
Sif herself could no longer distinguish what was real and what was illusion.
When Joet Brown stood beside Sif, staring at Sif holding the child and nodding at him with a smile, Joet Brown felt like a stranger at that time.
"She has forgotten who I am,"
Jobtran thought sadly, but he still accompanied Sif into the next reincarnation again and again.
He watched Sif crying as she fell from her cradle, once again entering that damned backyard to sweep the grave of the little life that had passed away, once again becoming the sole owner of that small, shabby house, and finally sitting peacefully on a wooden chair on the balcony with her eyes closed, before being hastily buried in a pit by rude and disrespectful workers as if she were discarding garbage.
Jobtran tried to awaken the truth hidden in Sif's mind, but Sif had already accepted the status quo and closed herself off.
When a person loses his way, can he find the right path again
This is not only Sif's dilemma, but also Jobtran's dilemma.
If Jobtran didn't let go of Sif, he would slowly become numb like Sif and forget what his role was.
The two were once very close, but now they are strangers. It has to be said that this is a sad thing.
For Jobtran, it was more of a regret and helplessness caused by his own lack of ability.
He could have used his own abilities to forcibly pull Sif's body out of the mud plow, but what was the point of an empty shell
There is no end in this endless hell.
Sif will live forever in this illusion, but this is the path she chose.