final doomsday

Chapter 267 Pudu’s Compassion

(This chapter may not feel anything, but I am writing a story about an idealist who has gone from caring about the people of the world to being disheartened and then regaining his heart. Maybe everyone has no real feelings, but it contains some of the man who is in it.

Ideas and write down any ideas. This is the original intention of Ben Meow to write a novel, but it has not changed yet.)

(I just want to present the real end of the world to everyone.)

I am an old man, an old monk stepping into the coffin with one foot.

I don’t know how long I have lived, nor how many tragedies I have seen in the world. I vaguely remember that when I was young, I was a raider walking with a sword, and I hated all the ugliness in this world. I killed everything and thought I should

Kill the bad guys and save all the good guys you think you should save.

What do people call me?

Can't remember it clearly.

But I remember very clearly when the first time I was desperate about my meager power. At that time, the world was in chaos, the eunuchs were in chaos, the emperor was not interested in making progress, the people in power only thought about the glory and wealth of the aristocratic families, while the poor disciples were

Crazyly trying to climb to the heights and become a new gentry.

The hunger is everywhere, the change of children eats each other, and the people are living in poverty.

And what about me?

I killed with my sword, but found that I could not kill all the ugliness that were all over the world.

I rescued people everywhere, but found that I could not save more and more people.

What is the purpose of this martial art?

What's the point of this sword?

So I wrapped my head in yellow turbans and took my two junior brothers up.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. In Jiazi, the world will be very happy."

The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky...

Hey.

At the beginning, my Yellow Turban Army burned all over the land of China with a prairie fire. The officers and soldiers who had not been warned for a long time were not our opponents at all, and they could almost be said to collapse when touched. At that time, we all thought that

"A year in Jiazi" can truly be "a great luck in the world". At that time, the world will be sure, and I will bring my junior brother to the mountains and forests.

As long as I can return the world to a bright world, what is my little effort?

But I underestimated the foundation of the poor gentry and underestimated the sinisterness of people's hearts.

Not long after, I realized that my Yellow Turban Army was no longer the one who rose up before. The three of us brothers were still like before, but the generals below were thinking about other things. Fight for power, abandoning wars, and even

Someone wants to take the three of us brothers and replace them.

We think that as long as you can give an explanation to the people of the world, what's wrong with giving you the position of command?

Time proves that we are wrong.

With all my strength, the generals became more and more powerful. They kept calling the army, regardless of whether the people wanted to fight. Countless families separated due to my thoughts, and countless wives lost the pillars of their own homes.

Later, they didn't even let go of children, just for the ridiculous power.

What can I do?

What else can I do if I have nothing left?

Soon, the vigorous Yellow Turban Rebellion was extinguished. I did not resist. I wanted to see if those who fought for the world were as they advocated. Each of them said that they would pacify the world and let the people under their rule live a peaceful and prosperous life.

Indeed, one of the people with white faces and big ears did it.

He kept saying that he was a relative of the Han Dynasty, but I knew he was just a lower class citizen who wanted to pacify the world. The so-called "Han Dynasty clan" said that he had a sudden idea. At that time, there was no righteousness.

He could not do anything, nor could he do anything. Later, in order to win over all the forces that could be won over, the little emperor really recognized him as the "Emperor Uncle".

But he was not doing well. He was wandering and never stayed in one place for a long time.

So I decided to help him.

The three of us, brothers, disguised themselves and changed their names to join his camp. I pretended to be a strategist, and I was a feather fan and Lun Treasure to guide the world; the second junior brother held a long sword and turned into the second brother of the lord; the third junior brother held a snake spear,

He gave up the identity of a man named "Zhang Fei". Haha, it would be funny to think about the second and third brothers. They are obviously old men, but they still want to dress up as young boys.

Of course, we who are good at maintaining our appearance do not look old.

At the beginning, the lord slowly rose with the help of my three brothers. The city has arrived, soldiers have arrived, and good ministers and generals have arrived.

We are also suspicious.

The lord gradually changed and became a person I was familiar with and unfamiliar with.

What about me? I became a grain official.

I was discouraged.

This is how I spent my whole life?

The world, the world... is just a joke.

Until the news of the second junior brother's death came.

He lost Jingzhou and lost to Maicheng. In the end, he even had his head cut off and presented it to his lord.

I looked at the head in the box and my head was blank.

Dead?

The second junior brother who depended on each other died like this?

However, there is more than one bad news.

The lord ordered his third junior brother to attack Wu, but he was drunk and beaten the athlete with anger, and his head was cut off.

The second and third brothers are both dead?

Because my unrealistic delusions are all dead

Driven by anger, I encouraged my lord to set up all over the country to attack Wu.

Then he died too.

Seeing him entrusting the young master to me before he died, the earnest hope in his eyes still made me cry.

No matter what, I can't forget the big ears that were chatting and laughing with us and truly caring for the world.

Later, what happened?

Ah, yes. I followed the lord's last wish and went out to Qishan six times despite my weak national conditions. I thought that as long as I could destroy the Wei Kingdom, the world would be pacified, right? I will not retire to the mountains and forests again,

Instead, I will educate the young master as the monarch I hope. By then, I will be able to rest in peace even if I die.

I was already sick, so I couldn't even walk on the road, so I could only walk on a wheelchair.

Old and weak, sick and disabled.

At this time, ordinary people are already enjoying their youth.

But I can't.

Last wish, dream.

This is the only motivation I have left to move forward.

However, no matter how great I have, I can't beat this thief God.

I died, in the military camp where I went out of Qishan for the sixth time.

This damn god, this damn fate, I don't accept it

I lit the seven-star soul-reversing lamp, I want to go against the will of heaven and change my fate

It turns out that I am the one who wins, and I am the one who fails.

because……

When I woke up, it was five hundred years later.

Five hundred years, five hundred years

How many things can happen in five hundred years? The Han Dynasty is gone, the Wei Kingdom is gone, and the Wu Kingdom is gone, and even the dynasties have changed more than three. Everything I know has long been buried in the loess, leaving only scattered relics

The pale words on the paper still retain some memories. In people's mouths, I, the second junior brother, the third junior brother, the lord... are just symbols and objects of memory.

It's really that difficult to change the world?

Let the people live a life where they have enough food and clothing and don’t worry about survival…

Really that difficult?

In confusion, I discovered a new dawn.

Buddhism

To encourage people to be kind, the power of turning around people's hearts

As long as the emperor is dedicated to Buddha and the people are warded off anger and ignorance, how can there be any more ugliness in this world?

I packed my luggage and embarked on the road to Journey to the West to obtain the scriptures.

I want to take the Buddha's scriptures back to the East and bring real dawn to this world

The journey is very difficult, with all kinds of dangers hidden everywhere. The little thief and robbers who covet my old monk's luggage are second, and all kinds of monsters are the real threats. I am the one who regained my life against the will of heaven and changed my life.

, skin, flesh, muscles and bones are the greatest temptation for those monsters. As long as I can eat me, it is inevitable that my cultivation will improve greatly.

Along the way, I tried to use Buddhism to influence them, but I made no achievements.

Is it that my Buddhism is not profound enough?

Even simple demons cannot influence them, can they influence more complex human hearts?

I became more determined in my beliefs.

After going through thousands of mountains and rivers and over countless disasters, I finally brought the Buddha's scriptures back to the East.

That's enough, right?

I'm still wrong.

I didn't expect that human hearts were so unpredictable. Time brings not only material progress, but also the evolution of the dark side of people's hearts. Compared with these people who regard Buddhism as a tool - fooling the people, before

The intrigues I have experienced and all kinds of strategies are not worth mentioning at all.

The struggle between Buddhism and Taoism arose because of me.

The game between imperial power and divine power has arisen because of me.

Am I wrong?

Yes, I was wrong.

In this world, there may be real peace without me.

I retired to the mountains and forests, built a small temple among the mountains, and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

I'm tired, really tired.

This wait is a thousand years.

The sea changes, things change, and things change. The hill where I am is developed into a tourist attraction, and my small temple has become a very famous place. Many people know that there is an old monk there who cannot be more old, and a superb Buddhist teachings

Old monk. I don’t know how many people come to ask about the past and present life, and even the methods of immortality.

I was speechless.

Countless people who want to live forever die, and countless people who want to live forever die.

But I am still alive.

I know that this is God's punishment for me.

Only by defying the heavens and changing fate and causing trouble to the world will this punishment be caused.

I am an old man, an old monk stepping into the coffin with one foot.

When will the other foot be in?

I thought so and quietly practiced the Buddha.

Until that day.

I, an old man and an old monk, turned into a pig.

So what can I do if I become a pig? Isn’t a pig life? Can’t a pig cultivate Buddha? As long as my heart is a human being, I will still be a human being. Life in the world is born equal, and there is no distinction between noble and humbleness. It is the human heart that adds to all things

To get to class, label all things and even themselves as different grades.

I don't have that label.

The restless murderous intent in my blood could not shake my heart, but was influenced by me with Buddhism.

So, I gained new strength.

One is the power that can bring peace to the world.

Anyone who listens to me will put down his butcher knife. It is impossible to be a Buddha on the spot, but peaceful coexistence has been achieved. As time goes by, my strength has become stronger and stronger, and more and more people have become real.

"Man". I know that the "sound of killing" brought by blood is to let all things kill each other.

I use it to save people's hearts.

"The Sound of Killing" has become "The Sound of Imagination", which can make people calm down and listen to me.

The irritable blood awakener soothes the instinct in the blood and becomes a real "person". The person who is blinded and manipulated by desire regains the beauty and hope in his heart, and lives in peace with all those who should be mortal enemies.

Even if I remove my strength, the "good" in their hearts is still far more than the "evil".

No one is born to desire to kill, no one is born to want to die. Who doesn’t like this peaceful life?

My dream has finally come true. A place called "Fantasy Land", a place in the apocalypse that can only exist in fantasy.

By my hand, it appears in the world.

But I know that there are many people who are still tortured by suffering.

I want to use this power to spread the world

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"human nature?"

Why can't the monsters you talk about be human? We used to be human, but now we are still "human". Bloodline cannot change our nature, only human hearts are changed. Bloodline awakeners are just immersed in the pleasure brought by power,

The instinct of bloodlines, but they are still "people" in nature

My power can turn them into "people" again

"Monsters are also worthy of human nature?"

I don't know what kind of tragedy in the world will make you like this, but I can help you

"Block down, the Black Winged Demon"...

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