Chapter 8 Chapter Seven: Ku Rong'an Dare to Ask the Universe

Shen Shen Yeyun is like a ferocious demon king, dancing in the sky above the deserted city. The moonlight cast a few gleams of light in vain, but they couldn't dispel the deathly darkness in the city. Xiangsi and Yang Yizhi walked through the dusty streets. The news that the Lotus Flower Goddess came to the deserted city spread like wildfire, and almost all the surviving residents joined the old and the young and came to the street under the high platform.They knelt by the roadside, their faces covered with tears, tremblingly took the dagger of lovesickness, and offered a drop of their own blood into the jade bottle.

old people, children, women... Their gazes were all fixed on Acacia. This woman who appeared with Mingyue.This woman holds a jade bottle in one hand and a dagger in the other.Under the light of kindness and compassion, this woman looks as beautiful as a god. Some of them were full of hope and knelt at the feet of Acacia, thanking God for finally sending a savior.Some people were skeptical and looked at the jade bottle in their hands suspiciously.Some people have become numb, but only under the persuasion of their relatives, they just pick up their sleeves and donate blood. Only one thing was the same: grief was written all over everyone's face.

Because everyone's relatives are dying. Every family is broken. When the sun rises tomorrow, there will be more dark corpses in the city. Acacia forcibly restrained the tingling pain in her heart, comforting people who were exhausted by the disease over and over again, persuading people who were still hesitating to donate blood over and over again, embracing children who lost their parents over and over again, wiping the turbid tears on the face of the old man over and over again... … Her clothes were soaked with sweat, she took off her heavy battle armor, and only wore a water-red dress, walking through the desolate streets like a lotus flower blooming in the night wind.

The night was dark. The jade bottle is half full, and the blood of all the people on the street has been included in it. Acacia has been exhausted, but still can not rest.She and Yang Yizhi left the broad street and walked into the alley. Save all who can be saved. Those who are terminally ill, unable to move, or have been alone for a long time without receiving news, are still huddled in the depths of the dilapidated house in despair, and they should not be abandoned. In the depths of the alley is a patch of low-rise shacks. Stones are walls, and rags cover windows. It seems that even in the busiest days of the city, this is the poorest and most humble area.There are coolies, pawns, coachmen, even gamblers, robbers, thieves, and prostitutes living here... In the past, when civilization was at its peak, they were forgotten, but now, when disasters and diseases strike, they have not suffered the most equality.

If it is said that there are still "thousands of families and hundreds of families" in other parts of this city, it can only be said that there is a dead silence here, and there is no sound. Through the dilapidated and riddled earth walls, only various corpses can be seen. Some families of three lay neatly on the only big bed, the corpses were gaping open, the skin had turned black, and dirty white bones were exposed from it.It is conceivable how desperate they were when they lay down side by side with their whole family, looking desperately at the cobweb-covered roof, waiting for death to come.Some are lying on the window, with a rotten hand sticking out of the window, it seems that at the last moment of life, they still want to struggle to escape from the cage of death.Some corpses seem to have died not long ago, lying on another corpse wrapped in straw mats, as if they are still struggling to bury their relatives, and they have already gone to the abyss of death together.Under the small window covered with floral cloth, a dead mother is still hugging her young daughter tightly.There was a pair of scissors stuck in the mother's chest, the handle of which was still in her swollen hand.The daughter had the same terrible wound on her chest.But under the torment of illness, the lifeless mother would rather kill her daughter with her own hands than leave her alone in this desolate world...

The eyes of these corpses are almost looking up, as if they are begging and looking forward to the salvation of the heavens, just like the monsters in the altar of the deep valley.Their pupils also turned into black holes due to the plague. The stench filled the narrow streets, making people want to vomit. Xiangsi didn't cover her mouth and nose, she leaned weakly against a stone wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. If she had been there a little earlier, these people might not have died.Or their desperate wait won't be in vain... Exhaustion and pain came together, and her strength collapsed at this moment, and she couldn't bear it anymore, crying bitterly.

On a cold spring night, her thin body shivered in the night wind. In the wild smoke and mist, the light of the lotus goddess disappeared, and she was just a girl crying in the night wind. In fact, how could she be so strong in the eyes of everyone, and how could her weak shoulders bear the endless suffering. In Huayin Pavilion, her status is not disrespectful, but under the protection of King Zhuo Sun Yi, she has never experienced hardships, let alone witness such sufferings with her own eyes. This time, out of righteous indignation to avenge Gina, she left privately, but unexpectedly fell into a desperate situation from then on.

She knew that she was not a goddess, nor Guanyin, but a woman who would be tired and hurt, and even she couldn't help hesitating in her heart, and couldn't help but want to give up. But she can't.Whenever she saw the hope in the child's eyes and the piety in the old man's eyes, she could only bite her lips tightly and show a gentle smile. At that moment, she had to make everyone believe that she was a goddess, to save the suffering of this city, and to descend on this ravaged land as destined. Only when there is no one around, the smile she has persisted for a long time disappears, can she cry heartily in the night wind.

How nice it would be if he was here... Yang Yizhi watched her cry, feeling inexplicably sad. He saved her in the first place, just to repay her forgiveness.After being attacked by King Wuyue, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, but in a trance, he still realized that it was the princess who rescued him from the hands of King Wuyue with the sword of Shangfang.So when she fell into the hands of the Hulu, he secretly swore that no matter what, even if he risked his life, he would send her back to the palace safely. At that time, it was only out of morality. But I don't know when, this morality in my heart turned from a majestic mountain to a gurgling water, seeping into the depths of my heart, causing ripples, and I can no longer be calm.

He wandered around the world, but he had also heard of Princess Yongle.She practiced Taoism since she was a child, pampered and self-willed, although she did no great evil, she also did no good deeds.But on the way to escape, these scenes caused waves in his Zhishui heart. He will never forget that under the afterglow of the setting sun, this gentle woman slowly took off her golden armor and black helmet, and picked up a child covered in black spots of plague all over her body. The compassion and gentleness in her expression at that moment was so sincere and from the heart.This bit of goodwill turned into endless light, illuminating the thin body of the woman in red, and also illuminating the dark night in the sky.

At that moment, heaven and earth also mourned with her. Yang Yizhi sighed, as if he wanted to calm the ripples in his heart.He took off his coat and put it lightly on Acacia's shoulders: "Let's go. Time is running out." Xiangsi nodded with sobs, and was about to leave when suddenly, a very low moan came from under a low eaves. "Help me, save me..." Xiangsi was stunned: "Is there anyone else?" She didn't care about anything else, and hurried over. This is a low grass house.There is no long thing in the house, and four chaotic stones propped up a wooden plank, which became the only furniture in the house. A young corpse lay face down on the head of the bed, but it was already dead. Moaning came from under the bed. In the filthy soil, a man covered in black spots was moaning to the sky.Through the swollen and festered skin, one can still see that he was originally tall and strong. It may be this extraordinary physique that has allowed him to survive until today. The stench came from him in bursts, making people want to vomit.A few cold lights flickered in the darkness not far away, it was the impatient mice waiting for the food that was about to arrive. Acacia couldn't help but hesitate a little. Anyone can see that the whole body of this person has been corrupted.No matter how miraculous the panacea is, it is useless. To end his suffering immediately, or to try? This person seemed to sense that someone was coming, and wanted to open his eyes, but he was powerless, so he hissed: "Help me, save me..." Xiangsi gritted her teeth, opened the quilt soaked in dirt on his body, and looked for his arm. However, her hand stopped in mid-air as if receiving an electric shock. The quilt was lifted, and one of his arms was embroidered with crude tattoos, densely filled with strange symbols.What was even more shocking was that his fingers were stained with blood, the blood had already clotted, and a bloody sharp knife was thrown by his hand. On the tip of the knife, there was still a piece of broken flesh and blood. Xiangsi felt a chill all over her body, suddenly thought of something, she got up abruptly, and turned over the dead body of the child on the bed. The child seemed to be only seven or eight years old, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding from bites.Although he has long since died, the great pain still seems to be standing on his cold little face, never resting. The child's clothes were torn, a big hole had been gouged out in his chest by a sharp knife, and his heart had disappeared. Acacia was stunned and didn't know what to do for a while. Yang Yizhi looked at the man coldly, and said: "Judging from the tattoo on his arm, this man is a member of the Northland cult Nianxiangtang. It is believed that eating raw virgin heart can cure all diseases. Unfortunately, this child became his medicine master ... This person has done many injustices and has been sent by heaven, let's go." Xiangsi gritted her teeth, tears kept falling, and turned to leave, but the dying man got the strength from somewhere, turned over and grabbed her skirt, opened his swollen eyes, looked at Xiangsi and begged: "Don't go!" , help me, help me, I will change my mind and start a new life..." Yang Yizhi gently brushed his hand away, pulled Xiangsi to go out.But the man crawled a few steps on the ground and hissed: "The ghost mother eats countless children, and the Buddha allowed her to be good. Although I am heinous, I beg you, give me a chance..." His voice was so sad in the night sky, like a dying beast, making its final call. Acacia's heart suddenly tightened, she broke free from Yang Yizhi, picked up the jade bottle and was about to turn around. Yang Yizhi stopped her and said seriously: "Do you know that all the blood will seep back into your body?" Acacia pondered for a moment, then nodded. Yang Yizhi sighed: "Do you ever know the meaning of this ceremony?" Acacia shook her head. Yang Yizhi said: "The plague is a natural punishment. If you save them from the natural punishment, you will bear the responsibility of everyone." Xiangsi looked at the man in the room, and then at the child's corpse on the bed. She didn't hesitate.This man is already dying of illness, and the blood in his whole body has been corrupted, but she wants to inject the foul-smelling thick black blood into her body... What's more, this blood is not only soaked in disease and filth, but also crime and cruelty. This is a murderous, heart-eating demon! If she saw such a demon harming the world on a normal day, she would not be able to help but act righteously to eliminate harm for the people. But now, this demon is nothing more than a patient struggling desperately in pain. Yang Yizhi sighed, and said softly: "Only save those who can be saved." Xiangsi raised her head, and the night wind gently blew on her face, taking away the temperature bit by bit, and she felt a deep powerlessness all over her body. To save or not to save? She is not a woman with a far-reaching city. What she says and does comes from a little bit of kindness that is naturally in her heart.A heart that sheds tears for the pain of others and rejoices for the happiness of others. However, this kindness is powerless at this moment. The demon holding the butcher's knife is also a life struggling and moaning in pain.She stared at him blankly, as if she didn't know what to do. The man's voice gradually became hoarse, and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes: "Help me..." She took a deep breath and regained a trace of determination in her eyes: "I want to save him." Yang Yizhi didn't answer, and waited quietly for her to continue. Xiangsi looked at the man and said softly: "I just suddenly remembered that if I were him, I would be a villain who has done many bad things, but at the last moment of my life, the power and authority I used to have disappeared, and I can only live in pain. When struggling in despair, will you think of many things that you have never thought about; will you hope that people passing by will stop and help me; will you sincerely repent for what you did before; Desperate for this world, once again devoid of conscience; will he turn his final disappointment and resentment into a mockery of changing from evil to good, enter reincarnation again, and plant the cause of evil deeds in the next life..." Xiangsi looked at Yang Yizhi, with a faint smile on his face: "Perhaps, there is no one who cannot be saved in this world." This smile was a little tired, a little sad, but there was no hesitation anymore. There is no one who cannot be saved in the world. Yang Yizhi did not refute. Although he lived in the rivers and lakes in his early years, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and was used to seeing darkness and filth, but deep down in his heart, he always believed in this sentence. There is no one who cannot be saved in the world. But he didn't expect that this girl from a prominent background was actually his rare confidant. The spring is late, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the gentleman bathes in the spring platform, feeling the flowers and leaves falling, the colorful clouds scattering, and playing with a zither, it has the meaning of pity for all living beings and wishes them to keep their youth forever.Therefore, those who hear and play "Yulunpao" don't kill, don't get angry, don't complain, be kind and loyal, benefit the vegetation, take advantage of the vitality of spring, and cherish the living beings in the world. The meaning of the song "Yu Lun Pao" actually didn't need him to teach her. The two shuttled through the dirtiest, darkest, and poorest streets in the deserted city, collecting the blood of the abandoned residents bit by bit. Here, she saw many people. There are many people who are hopeless in the eyes of others. There was a man who went crazy under the torment of the disease and kept beating his wife who was waiting around and couldn't bear to leave. There was a mother who, in a locked wooden cabinet, secretly licked the steamed buns she kept.And her two children have starved to death outside the cabinet door. There is an old woman who weeps bitterly in front of each corpse, pretending to be the mother of the dead, with the purpose of stealing away the last of their belongings. ... All the blood, regardless of whether their owners are good or evil, poor or rich, humble or noble, will eventually gather in the immaculate jade bottle in her hand.The originally different shades of blood finally merged into one, and the slightest difference could no longer be seen. No matter how it used to be, the residents of the deserted city now have only one identity in Xiangsi's eyes. saver. Dongtian finally revealed a glimmer of blue light. Acacia was so tired that she could hardly stand, but she still returned to the medicine cauldron before the sun rose. Chong Jie was still sitting on the huge stone seat, as if he had recovered from the weakness just now, his silver hair that almost reached the ground spread out on the stone seat, like a pair of wings flying silently, making him pale and monstrous. At a moment that no one can see, his elegant demeanor is completely hidden, and the smile hidden behind the mask is so gloomy, full of deep-rooted resentment towards this world. At this moment, he is like a goblin surrounded by the white sky, and the silver hair hanging down the ground is the thread in his hand, manipulating all the pain in the world from a distance, watching people perform scenes of joys and sorrows under his lead All selfishness and ugliness are exposed.In order to absorb the most vicious pleasure from their struggles and moans. It's just that this moment is fleeting, and the god-like magnificence and aloofness enveloped his whole body again. He became the ancestor god who dispensed medicine day and night on the high platform to save people in the deserted city. It's just that his pale and thin body still exudes a lingering air of desolation. Or, he is death itself. Chong Jie didn't look at her, but concentrated on brushing Ruxue's long hair through his fingers, pulling it into various strange shapes in the palm of his hand, which seemed to be elegant words, and also seemed to be mysterious spells. I don't know if he is divining or just playing a child's game. Xiangsi didn't care to watch his strange behavior, walked up to him, and said word by word: "I got what you asked for." Chong Jie stopped his movements, slightly moved his eyes away, glanced sideways at the full jade bottle in Xiangsi's hand, and mocked: "These are the people you want to save?" Xiangsi held the jade bottle tightly to her chest and nodded. Zhong Jie smiled slightly: "You have also seen the pain caused by the back seepage of sinful blood. And the more blood you bring, the deeper your pain will be." Xiangsi took a deep breath and didn't answer.But her gaze was extremely calm. Chong Jie looked at her, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "If you have no fear of pain, what about 'God's Punishment'?" There was a hint of doubt in Xiangsi's eyes: "God's punishment?" Chong Jie looked at her with great interest, and slowly said: "I have warned you, only save those who can be saved. Once the ceremony is completed, all the punishments of the sinners from heaven will be transferred to you." Xiangsi stared at the blue sky, bit her lips, and said word by word: "You have a clear conscience, why not be afraid of God's punishment." This sentence made Chong Jie's eyes reveal a trace of disgust, he shook the long hair between his fingers, and seemed to have lost patience with this game. Chong Jie turned his eyes away, and instead of looking at her, he just waved his sleeves behind him. The curtain slowly rises. The huge medicine cauldron was still smoky, and the green juice and crabs were boiling. Xiangsi took a deep breath, walked forward a few steps, came to the medicine cauldron, and poured the blood from the jade bottle carefully. The green juice was surging, and bursts of light smoke rose into the sky, making her almost unable to open her eyes.However, her hands did not tremble, she did not gently put down the jade bottle until the last drop of blood had been poured into the stone cauldron. The concoction gradually calmed down.A huge flower of blood coagulated in the green stone tripod. The shape of this blood flower is the same as the one just before the catastrophe, but it is much larger. The petals spread out like flowing clouds, scattered and hanging on the stone tripod, trembling slightly, like dying people in a deserted city. Seeking the mercy of blood. The flower is dozens of times bigger, and the pain she has to bear is also dozens of times heavier than that of the heavy robbery. As the morning wind blows, the blue sky has gradually turned into fish-belly white, and the first rays of morning light are about to pierce the night clouds at any time and penetrate the sky. Without hesitation, she stretched out her wrist gently. The dagger shone brightly, and it was about to fall in the blink of an eye.It will carve a snake-like stigmata on her wrist, and then all the people in the city will be saved. A very faint moonlight brushed past her temples, and her heart suddenly fell into peace. At this moment, a dream came secretly, bringing her into a state of peace and joy without worry or fear. She lost consciousness and fell limp.The dagger fell from her fingers. Yang Yi took the dagger with one hand, supported her with the other, and carefully laid it flat on the ground. The bored gaze suddenly became sharper - it seemed that this seemingly mediocre drama finally had a variable to watch. He lightly tapped on the stone seat, and there was some sarcasm in his voice: "Are you going to make her betray her promise?" Yang Yizhi raised his head, looked at him quietly, and said, "I just fulfill this promise for her." Zhong Jie seemed a little surprised: "You?" Yang Yizhi said: "Yes." Chong Jie paused, and suddenly laughed: "It's so interesting." He stopped laughing suddenly, but his voice became gloomy: "This deserted city is originally a dead city, and everyone is destined to die, but inheriting so many Those who are destined to die, if they are lotus goddesses, they will suffer the five declines of heaven and man, and if they are mortals, they will suffer the wrath of heaven, and they will never recover—you will die immediately." Yang Yizhi smiled faintly, he had already thought of this result.It was because he didn't want Xiangsan to suffer the result, so he made the move.The moment he shot, he decided that no matter what the consequences were, he would be happy with it. Just like the oath he made when he leaned on the city wall and watched her walk into the empty desolation, no matter what she wanted to do, he would do his best to help her accomplish it. This oath made him calm and calm in the face of any calamity. Chong Jie supported Yang Yizhi with one hand, and carefully looked at Yang Yizhi on the stone seat. Finally, there was a slight ripple in his cold eyes - this white man who offended him was far beyond his initial imagination. This is really an excellent accident, an unexpected surprise. Yang Yizhi didn't look at him. He just stood up slowly and faced the medicine cauldron. The light smoke rose into the sky, lining his blood-stained white clothes as elegant as the moonlight. The cold light moved slightly, and meandering blood splashed from the bottom of his wrist.