Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Struggle and innovation are incompatible, and there seems to be no room for reconciliation between the two.

In fact, this is not the case.

Just as there is no absolute perfection, absolute chaos, or absolute miracles in the world, there is no absolute innovation in the world. Even if the former are absolutely infinitely great, because there are other infinite existences, they can never be Achieve supreme correctness.

Every innovation is for the sake of becoming better... So what is the subtext of this sentence?

It’s just not good enough right now.

There are still things that cannot be done.

There are some things that really can't be done.

If you deny that you are powerless now, then there is no way to innovate. If you have to say that you can do it now, it is not objective and realistic, and it is impossible to carry out future innovation.

Admitting one's own powerlessness is the first step to innovation.

So, what should you do if there is nothing you can do?

The answer is nothing can be done.

If you try to do it forcefully, you will only fail completely.

It's better to rest, think, stretch your hips... Just like if you can't write a novel, instead of forcing yourself to write out thousands of words of garbage that no one can read, it's better to take time off to stretch your hips.

Things must be done and done well.

Just like a novel, it must be written well. If it is forced to be written, the writing will not look good, the work will not be done well, and readers and bosses will not buy it, so why bother to work hard? Nothingness.

Su Zhou knew this very well... What can't be done just can't be done. If you force it to be done, it will only be thankless and even easy to mess up. If you force yourself to fight an enemy who cannot be defeated, you will only lose yourself.

When you need to run, run away; when the enemy is encircling you, make a detour; when the enemy goes on an expedition, go back to your base area and defend it; if you can't do it, go on an expedition yourself.

When you become stronger and come back to defeat the enemy, it does not affect the final result, which is a happy ending.

Maybe it's not perfect enough... it's not perfect enough. There's no way to clear the level in one life. Anyone who sees it will be defeated...

But as for innovation, it’s almost enough. If you can’t do it this time, keep working hard next time.

The most important thing is not to give up - not the kind of not giving up that holds on to death, but not giving up after admitting that you can't do it or admitting that you have failed.

This is also a kind of love and a blessing!

A beautiful world must be a world where everyone can make mistakes and have the right to do things they cannot do!

"Hongshi, look at the knife!"

With such a sword slashed out, it carried all the power of a powerful Hedao man. Just the aftermath shook the surrounding void, transforming the phantoms of various worlds, like a sun rising, shining on the multiverse on the other side. Morning light.

It slashed at another strong man, piercing through his magic weapon, robes, magical powers, flesh and bones, and finally pierced his chest amidst the other's roar.

…

The old man is walking on the grassland.

This grassland is vast and quiet, and the sun shines on it like a roiling green ocean.

The old man is said to be old, but he is not very old. Although his hair is gray, his complexion is still rosy, and there are not many wrinkles. Only the lines on both sides of his mouth can be seen slightly raised, which should be the result of smiling often. .

The old man was smiling now. He looked around at the endless grassland and smiled softly. Every time he took a step forward with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be more satisfied and happy.

A long, long time ago, the grassland was not actually a grassland, but a piece of fire-burning land. At that time, the land was not quiet. There were even wailing and crying everywhere. Dark clouds were rolling on the sky, and the rain was falling. Not cool rain, but burning sulfur and boiling iron and blood.

The chain of hatred runs through many universes, and the remembered key becomes a note of hatred. Too many causes and effects of mutual disgust are entangled together, but there is no relieving result. They can only form a hell called despair and resentment. Spreading vertically and horizontally on this land of reincarnation.

The old man has gone through many generations of reincarnations and witnessed eighteen different hells - some are remembered because of jealousy, some are remembered because of lies, and some are remembered because of hatred, hostility, killing and curse... Yes, and Not all remembrances are because of 'love' and 'memory'.

If too many remembered souls stay because of resentment, then even the peaceful Hades will turn into hell.

Whether it is the eternal sleep of rest or the endless punishment, it all comes from the choice of life itself.

But that's only temporary.

As time goes by, hell will also dissipate, and the countless souls stranded in it will be released one by one. In the end, what is left to many people who are still walking is such a quiet and peaceful, endless grassland.

The old man could hardly remember anything. He was also a member of Hell in the beginning. He was remembered because of some hostility, some unwillingness, some chain of hatred, and greedy desire.

But later, as time went by, the superficial love and hate in him began to recede, and the thought that allowed him to continue walking here was no longer a fierce emotion, but a kind of faint nostalgia.

This made the old man feel quite relaxed - it was not that he couldn't bear such intense emotions, it was just that the old man was instinctively happy for the person who remembered him.

People who hate all the time can't be happy, and people who can't let go can't be happy either.

The old man believes that one day, the person who remembers him will create a world that can make everyone happy and save everyone who suffers.

He might be able to relax and let go.

And he can embark on the road of reincarnation without any worries.

--What?

too difficult? Absolutely impossible?

Haha, no matter how difficult it is, that is what he is most proud of...the most proud of...

Anyway.

He firmly believes that the other party can do it, and it has nothing to do with the possibility that it is impossible.

So the old man walked easily on this boundless grassland, day after day, until now.

But now, the phantom of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to the old man who had been walking alone.

The man had black hair and red eyes. He was stunned for a moment at first, staring at the old man, and then took steps to walk with him.

【It’s very tiring to walk here】

After a long silence, the man spoke first and said with some self-blame: "Aren't you tired?" 】

[Not very tired] The old man responded with a smile: [I can continue walking]

[But you will always be tired] The man whispered: [In that case, what will you do? 】

[I'll just...] The old man blinked. He thought for a while, then shook his head and said: [I'll stop and rest]

The old man stopped, turned his head and smiled at the man: [Just like now, you have to take a rest when you need to]

[Only in this way can we continue walking]

There was another moment of silence, and the old man started again, with the man following him.

They walked through the alternation of day and night, the rotation of the sun and the moon, saw the waves in the sea of ​​clouds, the roaring rain, the freezing wind freezing the soft grass and trees, and the sudden rise of towering mountains and rivers on the earth, and the condensation of white snow. At its top, the endless river valley rushes down across the grassland.

The old man and the man waded across the river. The taste of the river water was salty, like tears.

And in the end, they walked through a sea of ​​burning fire, which was warm but did not burn people. The rising smoke turned into a staircase of condensed light, straight into the sky, with vague figures climbing and walking on it.

[...Can I really take a break?]

The man was walking on this grassland. He enjoyed the time with the old man, but he always felt that this was not good and he could not bear this time.

So He asked in confusion: [While I was stopping to rest, someone might be waiting for me]

[If I take a rest, those who are waiting for my arrival may not be able to wait.]

[If I rest, those who need me to save may not be able to be saved]

He murmured, looking around the boundless grassland and wind: [Can I really rest? 】

[Are you anxious? ] The old man was also a little surprised: [Is there someone waiting for you? ]

The man thought for a while and nodded: [Definitely]

The old man asked seriously: "Is it possible that we can barely make it there only by setting off now?" ]

The man thought for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then nodded: [immediately]

The old man's eyes were solemn and his brows were furrowed. He became solemn for a moment: "Is it something you have to do? Is it something you can only do if you go?" ]

The man thought for a while and was silent for a long time.

He shook his head: [No]

He sighed: [It doesn’t have to be me]

[That’s okay] The old man relaxed his brows and said: [It’s not a big problem, you can rest]

[But this is not a reason for me to take a break]

The man was a little dissatisfied when he heard this.

He raised his head, looked at the eternally shining sun on the grassland, and clenched his fists: "One person... also advised me to stop temporarily, but if I really rest, then during the time I rest, there will be no Those who have been saved...don't they have no hope anymore? 】

[He advised me to give up. If I obeyed, wouldn't it be equivalent to me and him killing those people? 】

[What a silly thing to say] The old man shook his head: [The murderer is always the murderer. What does it have to do with you, the rescuer? ]

[What's more, let's not talk about whether you can save people...under the sky, are you two the only ones who can save people? ]

After struggling for a long time, the man exhaled and finally answered: [...No]

[Someone will take over your burden]

So the old man nodded with satisfaction: [As long as you help others save more people while they are resting and believe that others are right, then nothing will happen? ]

The old man and the man continued walking.

The man was silent for a long time.

He is thinking about some of the simplest questions in the world, but also the most complex ones.

- Can I trust other people?

He thought so. This question is not a problem at all for many people, but even until death, no one may be able to give an absolute, 100% answer.

Believe in the conscience and morality of mankind, believe in the beliefs and will of colleagues, and believe that there are people besides yourself who can guarantee the survival of the vast majority of people.

hard to believe.

A person with conscience and morality may be able to guarantee that he will never actively betray others, but can he guarantee that others will be the same as him?

Apart from Him, is there anyone who really wants nothing from all living beings, except that they can live as much and as well as possible?

Even if it is that innovation... it will put forward unrealistic demands on its own people, causing all living beings to fall into a whirlpool of constant progress, constant self-reflection, and never feel at ease...

Can you believe it?

【I can not do it】

The man's back suddenly collapsed. He bent down and half-knelt on the ground. The man covered his face and sighed, tears flowing from his fingers: [I... have seen too many people's repetitions, too many people's sanctimony]

[I have seen someone stand up when faced with an injustice. He just said a fair word, but was regarded as a traitor. Someone was clearly wronged, and he wanted to seek justice, but was slandered as the other party. A relative, a bribe has been taken, or the other party has an unspeakable relationship with him and has been friends for many years]

[I have seen people abandon their wives and children and betray close friends for wealth, just because money can buy new beauties and gain new friends]

[I have seen some slaves who do not want to be free even when they are enslaved. Instead, they find value in their enslaved life. They praise their master's preferential treatment, take it as an honor to be their master's dog, and are intoxicated by their master's joy.]

[I can't believe them. Most sentient beings are like this. When they encounter difficulties, they will retreat. When encountering disaster, they will say that the sky is falling but someone is taller. Even if some people are unwilling to retreat and are willing to stand up, they are slandered by many people and think they are fools]

[I am willing to be a fool and save these people again and again... but will anyone else really be willing? 】

Raising his head, the tearful man still clenched his fists: [How dare I believe them? I have always looked at all sentient beings with the greatest malice, because I have to do everything well and not let them have any chance to make mistakes. How can I rest? 】

[Just like...you...] he said, looking at the old man.

[You believe them, and what do they do to you? 】

The old man also stared at the man, and the two looked at each other in silence.

He couldn't remember who this man was, and he didn't know what the relationship between him and him was. He came out of nowhere. All in all, everything was a bit bizarre.

However, he felt that... the other party was worthy of his pride.

Of course, of course.

Of course it's something to be proud of.

Regardless, the man had accomplished something the old man had never imagined or expected.

[Silly boy]

So he stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's shoulder, and tried to pull him up: "What are you talking about?" ]

But it was obvious that he couldn't pull it up. The man's weight was far beyond his imagination. It seemed to be the weight of one universe, several universes, God knows how many stars in the world, and how many planes of time and space.

An ordinary strong person would have been crushed by such heavy pressure, or would have fled from this responsibility. For men, this pressure is too heavy, and they have long been overwhelmed. However, the man has been carrying it without saying a word to outsiders. Instead, he has continued to add more weight to himself.

Unless He is willing, there may not be many people in this universe who can pull Him up.

Since he couldn't do it, the old man didn't force it. He stretched out his hand, leaned down, and patted the man on the shoulder: "You have to believe everyone... There are problems with everyone's moral standards now, and it doesn't mean that this will always be the case in the future. If you don't believe it, Everyone, how can everyone believe you? ]

Saying this, the old man spoke in a leisurely tone, and he looked at the infinite grassland in the distance: "If you don't rest, if you encounter an unprecedentedly powerful enemy in the future, but you are defeated by just one move because you have not cultivated your spirit well... then... Isn’t it a pity that no one was saved? ]

[However, among the infinite possibilities, I must persist, so I can win...]

The man opened his mouth and seemed to want to refute, but was interrupted by the old man: [No but]

The old man raised his hand and pointed forward. The endless green grassland led to the endless distance.

His tone at this time was quite high-spirited: [You said infinite possibilities? I understand this very well. It means that the number of people you cannot save is infinite, and the number of people you can save is also infinite]

[If it is said that because you rest, the number of people you cannot save is infinite; then because you rest, the number of people you can save is also infinite]

The man also raised his head at this moment, looking at the infinite grassland with a blank look.

But the old man's words continued: [Do you understand? Silly boy]

[Unless you are ‘infinite’ yourself, otherwise, no matter what you choose, there will be infinite futures, none of which will be what you want]

[But if you are ‘infinite’, then no matter how many infinite possibilities there are in the infinite future and infinite time and space, it will all be as you wish]

The old man said: [The most important thing is to believe]

He stretched out his hand towards the man again, smiling.

[Child, although I have long forgotten, it is precisely because of my belief that I can travel here for endless years]

He said this: [I believe that there is one person who has not forgotten me. I believe, and he believes in me. Because I believe, I seem to be alone on this plain of reincarnation. I have walked for countless years, but I have never felt lonely]

[Because of belief, 'people' will intersect, parallel lines will intersect, and infinite cause and effect will be derived... The origin of everything, including correctness, is due to firm belief]

[You can be disappointed, look down upon, or even hate the capriciousness and unteachability of all sentient beings...these are your rights]

[But you can’t help but believe in them—because you just came out of that kind of sentient beings, right? How can you not believe it]

The old man stretched out his hand with relief, joy, and admiration: [Even if you don’t believe in all living beings...child, you must remember]

[Your existence itself is my belief]

The man reached out his hand silently, took the old man's hand, and stood up.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his chest. There was a knife wound there. The knife wound was hot and painful. This kind of heat can only be created by the purest young people. The person who made this knife wound must have never seen hundreds of millions of people. The evil of all living beings is why there is such pure blazing heat.

[All living beings can lie and deceive, be arrogant and hypocritical, greedy, lazy and irritable]

He stood up, closed his eyes, and murmured to himself: [All living beings are pitiable, ignorant and confused, eager to survive, and will hurt others for their own survival]

[Powerful existences are evil as long as they appear. If they are successful in cultivation, they will become a natural class, naturally oppressive, and naturally draw different ravines from others]

[I know that this is infinite evil. Unless all living beings "love" each other, the strong loves the weak, and the weak loves the strong, otherwise there will be no end to mutual aggression and harm]

[I thought this would save me]

[Are you kidding?] The old man said: [You don’t believe they can do it, so why force them to do it? You’re not crazy]

[If you believed it, you wouldn’t force it, right? ]

The stab wounds on his chest were getting hotter and hotter.

At this moment, the man suddenly understood that it was not the innocence of the person who stabbed the knife that made him so hot. The real hotness can only be achieved by burning endless evil thoughts. He must have witnessed a lot of evil, a lot of pure ugliness.

Many illusions flashed before the man's eyes - he saw that there was an emperor who purely wanted to survive for himself and that he could live a better life, and killed the billions of people under his rule for his own selfish desires, and there were national teachers who helped the emperor to persecute all living beings. His blood is the food to nourish his own path to the great road.

He saw that there were living beings and gods who were suspicious of each other. Because they couldn't believe it and because it was difficult to communicate, they used killing as words and massacre as communication. They competed with each other for the chance of survival in the next era and the continued vitality of the next era.

He also saw that there were pure evil people who trampled on the wishes of others for their own wishes. There were evil people running rampant on the planet, spreading fear and building their own ladders to the sky. There were also evil spirits calling out from the deep space just for the sake of survival. Let everyone's eyes focus on you, and kill them.

There are too many illusions, too many.

In order to achieve true peace and reshape a new world, the seven wish holders fight against each other, causing innocent people to bleed, but also to create the future they want; they want to prove their worth and no longer be the king of the gods' pets. , in turn turned into a demon, took away the future of his people, and turned all living beings into playthings in his hands.

Too many, for the sake of freedom, we trample on the Dharma; for the sake of the Dharma, we trample on freedom.

Because I hope that all living beings will no longer shed tears, my great wish for a perfect ending has resulted in the bitter fruit of being crushed and overturned by generations of gods and gods; the first stardust suffered terribly because of the existence of nothingness, so it would rather destroy all living beings than the universe. Know whether the meaning of existence exists or not.

Until finally, the sun sinks into dusk, and the emptiness of dusk overturns everything.

But there is dawn, and the sky and the earth are bright.

The man silently knew that the evil-devouring Demon Lord had swallowed up all the malice before finally igniting a flame and turning it into the scorching heat it is today.

——Is the person who stabbed him disappointed?

He was disappointed every time the sword was unsheathed.

——Angry?

He was very angry every time he took action to kill an enemy.

——Did he take action?

Every time he encountered something ugly, he took action without hesitation, vowing to save it.

How is he different from me?

【……】

After a long silence, the man opened his mouth.

He said softly: [He believes]

[He believes that if he does this, all living beings can become better, and all living beings can definitely become better...just like himself]

[So bless them and give them strength and possibility]

Disappointed, so what?

If you are not disappointed, there is no need to save. If you are not disappointed, you will not educate, you will not save, you will not transcend all things in the sea of ​​suffering, and you will not save all sentient beings.

"Disappointment is just the beginning, not the end."

A voice came from the knife mark on the chest: "Hongshi, the great existence is more powerful and more perfect than you. It is truly infinite and transcends infinity... But because things are man-made, there are still mistakes in the world."

"If you want to be saved by one person, and all living beings must obey your will, a certain order and law, and one person to guide the way forward, then [Gui Yi] can do a better job than you."

"You want to predetermine the path of all sentient beings and determine everyone's destiny and future. Then I think [Fate] is more perfect than what you have done."

"You hate sin and hope to judge everything and judge everything with your own power... To be honest, I think I could have done better than you in the past. That is exactly the path I have taken."

"But I was wrong. Great existences also make mistakes, but so what?"

"Hongshi... firmly believes that he is wrong, and he also believes in it."

"Take a break for now and prepare yourself mentally. 'Belief' is the starting point of infinity, so..."

"Hongshi - look at the knife!"

I vaguely heard such a sound.

[What are you waiting for? Others have already reached out]

The old man looked at the man with a smile: "Ye Qiu, are you still lingering here?" ]

The old man digging the well whispered: "If you believe in me, why don't you believe that there is a second me in the infinite heavens?" ]

[All living beings are like a tide, why wait for my return? In the infinite sea of ​​​​empty heavens, there are thousands, thousands, and infinitesimals of people like me]

[Why don’t you want to believe that all sentient beings in the future can be like me and are worthy of your belief? ]

The old man smiled and waved goodbye. He walked forward without any regrets, leaving the man where he was.

[Goodbye, Xiaoye, I can still go on, I believe you can let me go on]

He believed that that man could do many things, many things that he could not do.

So he moved forward without hesitation and never looked back.

Thunder roared from heaven.

Clenching his fists and watching the old man leave, the man called Hong Shi and Ye Qiu raised his head. He saw a long knife supporting the ground and the sky across endless time and space, bursting with thunder.

It was that fiery knife that blasted him into this place, into silence.

He was no longer angry, but he was still a little confused and couldn't help shouting: "Who are you?" 】

For a moment, He heard a surging sound. It was a surging tide, a potential torrent, and an eternal force that was rolling.

"who I am?"

The voice responded: "I am a force, always dormant, eternally flowing."

"I make those who weep smile, and those who are happy are dissatisfied."

"I am Candleday, and I am also an innovation."

[Human beings originate from light and are born in heaven and earth. Apes and monkeys seek to survive on the soil, but they can look up at the stars and stare at them for a long time]

[Once life is born, it has its own return date]

【When living creatures are born into the world, they are always followed by the shadow of death】

[The weight of existence is equally borne on all living things, making all living beings bow their heads; in the hearts of all living things created by light and soil, ugly mud and dazzling flames are born together]

[There is fire in the eyes gazing at the stars, but fire is not a sacred thing. It will be easily doused, extinguished by survival, exhaustion, numbness, pain and despair]

[If it perishes, it should perish]

[But to this day, humans are still staring into the distance]

"Because of me."

"Because there are thousands of people like me."

"Because there are thousands of people like you and me."

"I am the eyes that stare at the stars, the greed that yearns for a better life. I am the abyss that sinks into eternal doom, and I am the spider's thread that climbs to the top of salvation."

"I am Candleday, and I am also an innovation."

The voice solemnly said: "It is also a heart that believes in all living beings and is believed by all living beings."

"I believe in love, I believe in dreams, I believe in all unrealistic things, and I believe that I can create a better future than fairy tales - human beings have not sunk into darkness precisely because human beings are unwilling to sink into darkness."

"That's why we were born. We are the wish of all living beings, and we are also one of them!"

"Therefore I firmly believe!"

In the void of the multiverse.

Su Zhou slashed out with his sword and plunged into Hong Shi's chest.

Endless blessings were poured into it, Su Zhou drew his knife, and the divine blood of the Hedao strongman splashed all over the sky, outlining a bright rainbow in the void.

Hongshi's blood was gray-brown, steady and solid, but not brilliant in color. He walked tiredly for a long time, with no relatives, no friends, no teachers, no descendants, and no successors.

He walked alone until he was struck by a sword.

For a moment, even the powerful Hedao was knocked unconscious. A Hedao of the same level as himself attached his whole heart and soul to a divine sword of his own, instilling the core meaning of the Dao into himself. , if such a blow were to hit a strong Taoist like Tianfeng Xuanren or Taishi Shengzun, they would probably be beaten back to the Great Dao Brand with one knife to wait for resurrection.

If you are unlucky, you may only be able to see these destroyed Hedao in the tavern at the end of the universe.

But how powerful is Hongshi? His obsession, perseverance, correctness and truth, even in the Hongshi world group, the power of many sentient beings who believe in Him have been continuously supporting Him.

Yes, what Hongshi did was not perfect enough. Just during the turmoil on the road caused by his battle with Su Zhou, many rebels and betrayers would appear.

However, while many people like Lu Cangyuan were destroying, there were also thousands of practitioners who believed in Hongshi's way of salvation and went out to repair many disaster-stricken cities, rescue the injured people, and soothe the cries of all living beings.

Even many worlds themselves are longing for Hongshi's return - as a world, there is no better manager than Hongshi.

After all, how many people born in the human race are willing to suppress the speed at which sentient beings acquire power in order to protect the rights and interests of the world itself? You know, God knows how many strong people have the mentality of "This world can no longer live, then I will take my people to another world to squeeze them."

Therefore, many worlds in the universe also welcome Hongshi’s way.

Yes, Hongshi did not believe in sentient beings.

But all sentient beings are willing to believe in Hongshi who has always been saving.

Because of those calls, Hongshi's dazed will regrouped in nothingness. His scattered eyes condensed, and he saw the divine blood spurting out from his chest, and saw Su who was sheathing the knife and staring at him. day.

He stared, then coughed.

【Ahem...】

The body swayed and stood firm.

Under Su Zhou's gaze, Hongshi remained silent for a long time.

The young man also waited patiently.

Until finally, all the turbulence in the void calmed down, all the brilliant lights fell silent, and everything returned to silence.

a voice sounded.

【I lost】

Raising his head and exhaling, Hongshi stared at the young man in front of him and said slowly: "But, the innovation of blessing, can you bless me?" 】

He said slowly, word by word: [Bless me, a loser, a person who has gone astray? 】

This was His final question.

"certainly."

The young man said: "Hongshi's emperor."

He smiled and stretched out his hand: "If you are willing to believe it."

"You are also an innovation."

The Hongshi Chapter is finally over! Asking for a monthly ticket!