The God and Buddha are actually me

The only one who crawled out... was the brother?

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, and then a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

It was terrifying to think about it carefully.

From childhood to adulthood, the brother had always carried his sister on his back. The two were born conjoined and depended on each other for life. They had never been separated. Could it be that...

A guess emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind, and he took a deep breath.

"You guessed right."

Mr. Meng sighed lightly, and the emotions in his voice were very complicated. The tea in his hand was shaken out without knowing it.

After a long time, he sorted out his emotions and continued to tell the story.

...

In the cave, the two starved at the bottom of the pit, and it snowed heavily, shivering with cold.

The brother kept trying to climb up, but he was a little short anyway. Every time he was close to the cave entrance, he fell down again, and even fainted once.

After an unknown period of time, he was awakened by a sharp pain.

When he opened his eyes, he saw blood all over the ground. When he stood up, he suddenly found something wrong.

The body... is much lighter than before, and the back is as light as if nothing.

When he turned around, he saw a scene that broke his heart.

His sister was lying on the ground, holding a blade that she had hidden at some point, covered in blood.

Her short body fell in a pool of blood, with only her upper body and chest bloody and fleshy, as if it had been cut off alive.

In order not to drag her brother down anymore, the sister chose to do it herself and cut off the connection that they were born with.

So that her brother could climb up.

She lay alone in the pool of blood, her beautiful face distorted by pain, but she still smiled at her brother.

After so many years, the brother and sister finally met face to face for the first time.

"Brother, you are finally a... normal person..."

The brother was completely panicked. He picked up his sister and wanted to put her back on himself, but the flesh and blood that were once closely connected were now completely severed, in vain.

On her deathbed, the kind and tenacious sister left her last words.

"Brother, although the dean wants my life, he is the only one who treats me well besides you... If he only wants my life... That would be great..."

From beginning to end, the kind sister did not blame the old dean. If the other party did not want her brother's life, she would probably offer her own life.

The word love is better than arsenic.

In the cave, the brother roared in despair and anger, and the blood dyed the originally white snowflakes red, like a poppy blooming.

That night, the brother crawled out of the cave alone.

He vowed to avenge his sister and kill the hypocritical old dean, but when he came to the Great Love Charity Bureau in the snowy night, he saw an unexpected scene.

The Great Love Charity Bureau was sold to a rich businessman by the official because it had no money. The rich businessman drove the old dean and the remaining children out. They lay outside the door and slept and froze to death in the snowy night.

The funny thing is that there is a door plaque above their heads that has not been removed, and the two words "great love" can be vaguely seen.

The old dean was completely dead. His whole body was frozen, and even his beard and white hair were covered with ice crystals. Before he died, he stretched out his hand, as if he was touching something.

The elder brother was very familiar with this action.

In the past, the old dean was often ill. Every time he woke up, he would reach out and touch the brother and sister's heads. The sister would always hold the old dean's hand and call him grandpa.

The time when the three of them took care of each other was full of warmth and joy.

Perhaps at the last moment of his life, the old dean also regretted his choice. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the brother and sister who took care of him like a family member again, but this time, he could only be frozen in the cold night of wind and snow.

The elder brother walked over slowly and held the old dean's stiff hand, just like the happy scenes in his memory.

Then...

With a click, the elder brother broke the old dean's arm off and crushed it on the ground.

There was a flame of hatred burning in his eyes. Even if he died, he would not have a complete body!

Arms, legs, feet, head...

The elder brother destroyed the old dean's frozen body crazily, hitting it with his fists, stepping on it, and even biting it with his teeth, until the ground was full of debris and blood and flesh turned into mud.

After that, the elder brother relied on his agile posture and strong physique to hunt the villagers and the constables in the government.

If these people did not distinguish right from wrong and helped the tyrant, he and his sister would not be locked in the cave.

Without the kindness of his sister to restrain him, the elder brother was like a beast out of the cage, with a stronger and stronger killing heart and more and more violent.

He killed one after another, and later, he couldn't even remember the number.

At first, he killed those who had helped the tyrant, but later, he killed anyone who was alive, regardless of gender, age or young.

Some people sympathized with him and wanted to give him some food and persuade him to leave quickly, but he still killed them mercilessly.

Because anyone who said sympathy and love was an evil person in his eyes and deserved to die.

Then the people from the Imperial Observatory came.

In the eyes of the brother, these people were also a group of hypocrites who talked about love and justice, but they were much more powerful than the villagers and the constables.

He was forced into a desperate situation and was seriously injured.

Finally, he returned to the cave and used tools to carry out his sister's body. Because some antiseptic herbs had been applied before, his sister looked like she was asleep.

All this time, he had not buried his sister because he was unwilling to believe that his sister was dead.

That night, the brother took his sister to a doctor's home and forced the doctor to sew the sister onto his body with needle and thread.

They are joined together at birth and cannot be separated at death.

When Zhang Jiuyang heard this, his heart couldn't help but move.

In the files provided by Yue Ling, a strange thing has been mentioned many times. When followers of the Double-faced Buddha die, they often sew their flesh and blood together with needles and threads.

It seems that the root of this comes from here.

I am afraid that in the eyes of the Double-Faced Buddha, only Siamese people are truly noble, while ordinary people are deformed and distorted.

"The sister returned to his back, and the two were connected by flesh and blood again. He had been seriously injured and was dying. In a state of confusion, he carried his "sleeping" sister on his back and walked aimlessly, like I once walked in the mountains, walked in the garbage, and walked in the mud by the river.”

"In the end, he found that he had returned to the Salesian Bureau of Great Love. The officials and wealthy businessmen of the Salesian Bureau were investigated by the Qintian Prison. Everything here is as before, nothing has changed."

"My brother finally leaned against the wall, waiting for death in the wind and snow."

"But maybe he shouldn't die. He met the ghost mother who was passing by. The ghost mother had killed countless people, but she had a kind heart towards them and cast magic to help him heal his injuries."

"He asked the ghost mother to save his sister, but the other party ignored him and left directly."

"After that..."

Mr. Meng suddenly changed his previous narrative style and spoke very briefly.

"Then my brother met a man who claimed to be Buddha. He followed him to practice Tantric magic and incorporated his sister's body into his body, hoping to resurrect her one day."

"But death is death. Under the tantric magic, my sister's bones turned into a very powerful magic knife, but he would never use it easily because he knew that my sister didn't like killing people."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded. Yue Ling also mentioned this magic knife, saying it was very powerful. Once injured by the blade, the wound seemed to be cursed. With her Mingwang power, it took a long time to remove it.

What's more important is that, according to Ali, the curse on the magic knife comes from the same source as the red-haired curse in the underworld.

This means that the 'Buddha' that my brother follows may be inextricably linked to the underworld.

Mr. Meng’s voice continued to sound.

"Since then, when the sun shines on him, there will be two shadows."

"He believed that his sister was still alive and was living with the help of his body, so he gave himself a name... Double-Faced Buddha."

The younger sister is as compassionate as a Buddha, while the elder brother is as murderous as a demon.

Twins who are one body, but completely different.

Such two very different lives have become so deeply integrated by chance that even life and death cannot separate them.

"This is the story of the Two-Faced Buddha."

Mr. Meng finally finished telling all the stories. He picked up the tea and took a sip. It was already cold.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a long time. After learning about the past of the Double-Faced Buddha, he felt very sad and filled with emotion.

In this story, who is the real Two-Faced Buddha?

Conjoined body is an innate disaster, but the human heart is the double-faced Buddha.

The children who bully them in the Salesian Bureau, the hypocritical old director, the corrupt officials, the villagers who don't distinguish between right and wrong...

These evils in human nature eventually created a true double-faced Buddha.

It's a pity that if that kind sister is still alive, Double-Faced Buddha may even become a teammate fighting alongside him...

Of course, sympathy is sympathy, but Zhang Jiuyang's murderous intention has not diminished at all. He wants to kill the double-faced Buddha who has done many evil things and has countless lives on his hands.

If Double-Faced Buddha was just out for revenge in the beginning, then what he has done over the years is undoubtedly pure evil.

Not to mention anything else, tens of thousands of boys and girls died at his hands just for practicing the Lingge Lingjie method.

Because of his tragic childhood experience in the Salesian Bureau, he must have hated children very much, so he killed them without mercy.

There is also Qin Tian Jian. Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why at the Huangquan Banquet, every time Double-faced Buddha mentioned these three words, he would be very disgusted and said that he and Qin Tian Jian had been fighting for a long time and were old rivals.

Because it was the people from Qintian Prison who stopped his killing and almost beat him to death.

"I sympathize with the situation of the Double-Faced Buddha, but I still want to kill him."

Zhang Jiuyang looked directly into Mr. Meng's eyes and said frankly: "Mr. Meng, I know you are a kind person, just like the sister in the story. You probably don't want to watch your brother continue to make mistakes."

Mr. Meng paused for a long time, then sighed and said, "Zhang Jiuyang, you made a mistake."

"What's up?"

Mr. Meng pointed at himself and said calmly: "I am not the younger sister. In the story..."

"I'm the older brother."