Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Two

Xiangsi looked at him, the fear in her eyes gradually turned into pity. This monster who has killed countless people has shed layers of crowns, but he is just a shivering child in the midst of great despair and loneliness. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly raised his head: "However, no one has been able to find the pupil of Brahma, and no one has been able to join the stone statues together. No matter what method is used, the statues will split again at the moment of joining. This is the anger of Brahma. .” Xiangsi looked at the gravel all over the ground, sighed softly, and said, "How can I get rid of this anger?"

Heavy Jie cast his eyes on the hollow of the dome: "My fathers believed that as long as we continue to persevere in this dusty city from generation to generation, Brahma will forgive us for our sins one day. So they endured Imagination torture, continuous asceticism, and pass on this legend to the only descendant. Whenever the five declines of heaven and man appear, they will jump down from this crack and sacrifice their last lives to Brahma together." He stopped suddenly. , looked up to the sky and let out a chuckle, but the laughter was so bitter. He looked up at the dim sky, and his voice was as soft as a dream: "When I was five years old, I saw my father jumping from the crack in the ground... Then I picked up the broken stone of the statue that he had touched day and night, and according to his way, Continue to practice asceticism. And in this abandoned city that does not know the ages, the Brahma statues are pieced together over and over again, hoping that one day, miracles will appear." He paused, and said word by word: "This is the king of Asura who has not changed from generation to generation. destiny."

His voice was full of desperate pain, Xiangsi couldn't help being infected by him, and almost wanted to comfort him with words. Unexpectedly, his hands were clenched suddenly, and he said sharply: "They are all lying. Miracles will not appear! No matter how hard we practice, Brahma will never forgive us!" His long hair and white robe fluttered in the air, like a wounded elf struggling in the spider web he wove. Suddenly, he stopped his movements, and his endless anger turned into despair in an instant. He slowly knelt down in front of the rosette, his fingers gliding weakly over the arrow marks, as if engraving this sentence in his life with all his strength : "We will never be able to spell this stone statue."

Xiangsi couldn't bear it, she also knelt beside him, gently supported him, and said softly: "Perhaps, we can think of other ways..." Her wrist was cold, and she was held by him. Slowly, Chong Jie raised his head, the deep sadness disappeared without a trace, the familiar mockery floated up in his transparent eyes, his fingers lightly passed over her hand in an instant, like caressing a priceless sheet of paper. famous piano. Xiangsi was startled, and wanted to stop, but was held tightly by him, unable to move at all. Chongjie's smile became as sneering and cruel as ever, revealing a bit of cynical frivolity: "The solution is you, my goddess."

Acacia was startled: "Me?" Zhongjie pulled her up slowly, and said with a sneer: "Not long ago, a prophet who knew the oracle came to me. She said, only you can win Brahma's favor, and only you can put together this statue." Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, and seemed to think of something: "A prophet? Could it be a monster with two heads?" Chong Jie nodded: "I have to believe her words. Because she has gathered all the fragments of Shiva's arrow. That day Shiva broke the city with an arrow, and this feathered arrow carried unstoppable majesty and turned into The boundless flames pierced and burned everything. It was not until it pierced into the statue of Brahma that it was reduced to an ordinary feathered arrow. It sank deeply into the depths of the statue, and then split into four parts, disappeared inexplicably, and fell into the world. .”

Xiangsi couldn't help but think of Gu Jingshita and Ri Yao's weird words: "You are also a gift I prepared a long time ago, and was given to the owner of the city in the center of the earth as the price for casting arrows..." She couldn't help blurting out: "It turns out that you are the one who forged her arrows!" Chong Jie nodded and said: "Using the arrow marks on the lotus platform as a model, I recast that magic arrow for her—the magic arrow that destroyed Sanlian City. As a price, she told me three oracle..." Xiangsi interrupted him angrily: "How can you be so helpful? Do you know how much disaster this magic arrow will cause to the people of the world if it falls into the hands of that monster?"

Chong Jie tilted his head and looked at her carefully, as if he was looking at an overconfident monster. He mocked and said four words very slowly: "With, me, what, why?" "It has nothing to do with you?" Xiangsi's gentle face was also full of anger: "If, she really opened Le Shenglun Palace with Shiva's arrow, and took out the Shiva's bow hidden in the palace; if She got the power that Shiva left in the shrine, so what's the use of the Three Linked City you rebuilt, it will only suffer the same catastrophe as it did thousands of years ago!" "Shut up!" With a slap, a slap fell heavily on Xiangsi's face.

The lovesickness bun fell down like running water, and there was a scorching pain on her face. Before she could wipe the blood on the corner of her mouth, she was dragged in front of her by the heavy robbery. His long jade-white hair covered her body, and those cat-like eyes were almost completely occupied by darkness. He grabbed Acacia's skirt and shook furiously: "Remember, no one can destroy Sanlian City again! Never !" Xiangsi raised her head from her messy hair, looked at him coldly, and didn't say a word. Heavy Jie's fierce eyes stopped on her face, from her stubborn and fearless eyes, he seemed to feel his gaffe, so he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions gradually.

He touched her face with infinite tenderness, separated himself from her messy hair little by little, and tied a loose bun for her: "My fathers are cowardly, they can't ask Brahma for forgiveness, so Pass on this sad fate from generation to generation. I am different. I must complete the reconstruction of the Three Linked City in my own life. From now on, I don’t need to live alone in the lifeless underground, I don’t need to endure unimaginable austerity, and I don’t need to send an innocent The woman was imprisoned in the stone room and forced to give birth to my offspring..."

Chong Jie fixed her hair in a bun, wiped away the blood on her face with slender fingers, and said softly, "Do you know how shameful it is to inflict violence on a helpless girl?" Acacia was speechless and turned her face away. He frowned slightly, forcibly raised her chin with one hand, and gently stroked her flushed cheeks with the other. There was no lust or pleasure in his eyes, only the deepest and most real pain: "I really, Really don't want to do that!" This time, Xiangsi only felt disgusted by his pain, and was about to break free, but was pushed away by him forcefully.

There was only the most piercing coldness left in his eyes: "So, I hope you can fix this statue as soon as possible and save me from that shameful fate." "At the same time, save yourself." Xiangsi raised her head and looked at him coldly, motionless. A faint bell sounded from afar. There was a burst of boredom in Zhong Jie's eyes. The game also seemed to have become lifeless because of her indifference. He didn't look at her again, turned around and walked towards the stone gate behind the statue: "You must restore the statue before my birthday. At that time, I will hold the most grand sacrifice to welcome the coming of Brahma... Otherwise, you You will have to use your body to serve this monster that everyone hates, and give birth to the same cruel offspring for him." deserted city. fifth day. On the high platform, Zhong Jie supported his body with his hands in a bored manner. He seemed to have anticipated the despair of the residents of the deserted city, and squinted at Yang Yizhi full of compassion, and said lightly: "It's useless." Yang Yizhi didn't answer, his brows were locked with deep sorrow, and he stared at the desolation of the city. Chong Jie said softly: "Why are you working so hard? Why don't you sit down and wait for the oracle to be fulfilled?" His slender fingers gently wrapped around the long pale hair, weaving one after another mysterious talismans, and then threw them away.He repeated this game tirelessly, and seemed to be completely immersed in it: "The oracle said that the last person alive in the deserted city will have the pupil of Brahma... Just sit here and wait for the end of the day and the death of everyone in the city." If there is only the last one left, the pupil of Brahma will appear naturally." Yang Yizhi suddenly turned around: "Shut up!" Heavy robbery's five fingers pressed together, and Ruxue's hair immediately burst. He raised his head little by little, his eyes were like eternal ice, it was bitingly cold: "What did you say?" Yang Yizhi looked directly into his eyes, and said coldly: "What do you think of them? Are they just a tool for you to find the pupil of Brahma?" Zhong Jie sneered slightly: "They will be grateful to me, because I made their humble lives eternal." Yang Yizhi looked back, he felt that the person in front of him was hopeless: "They don't need eternity! They just need to live as before." Chongjie's tone was a little contemptuous: "You are wrong. No matter how comfortable and happy people live, they need the eternity bestowed by God. They need a high god to abuse them and enslave them. At the beginning, it was their prayers day and night that brought I summoned them from far away underground, but unfortunately..." His pupils slowly shrank, turning into an extremely mocking smile: "It's a pity that what they invited was not a god, but a demon." There was a trace of coldness in Yang Yizhi's gentle gaze: "No matter what you are, have you ever thought that they are also life?" Chong Jie laughed: "That's right, it's life, the life of ants." Yang Yizhi said slowly but firmly: "In my eyes, they are more important than gods!" He turned around, and suddenly slashed hard at the huge white banner hanging down from the high platform. Zhong Jie didn't stop him, frowned slightly, and looked at him with interest: "What are you doing?" Yang Yizhi didn't answer, Qinghe's sword flashed, cut off all the white banners and piled them together.Countless huge pupils piled up on the hard ground of the high platform, looking strange and terrifying. The people in the deserted city were startled by their quarrel, and they walked out of the house one after another, looking at the two figures on the high platform in horror.Yang Yizhi picked up the white banners with giant eyes, stepped down from the high platform, and presented them in front of the common people. "Put these on and think of them as clothes." These are almost the only intact cloth in the deserted city. The spring in the north is cold and cold, and all the people are naked.Especially the children, who were so cold that they wept in their mother's arms.But this cry is also debilitated by the poor milk of the mother. The people in the deserted city were all shocked and fell to their knees on the ground with a crash, not even daring to look at those white banners! Yang Yizhi said firmly: "Put it on, and we will find a way!" Those people shook their heads in panic and desperately. They were wrapped in stiff blankets, and there were hollows on all sides. When the cold wind passed in the morning, everyone was trembling. However, no one dared to take the white banner in his hand. Chong Jie looked at Yang Yizhi, and there was an indescribable mockery in his voice: "These curtains and banners have long been dedicated to the gods, if they touch it, it will be a blasphemy against the gods." The people in the deserted city nodded in horror, the fear of the gods was rooted in their hearts, and they dared not resist at all. There was a burst of sadness in Yang Yizhi's heart. If God has no mercy, what is the use of God? He said loudly: "The well is dry, the clothes are rotten, the food is rotten, and the living room is in ruins. If these are the curses of the gods, are you willing to bear them?" The people in the deserted city laid their heads on the ground, trembling with fear, and dared not answer. To answer is to blaspheme God. Chong Jie said indifferently: "The curse of the gods is the result of their sins in the past life. Only if they have suffered in this life, can they be reborn in bliss in the next life. Those who blaspheme will go to the fiery hell and suffer forever. " A smile slowly bloomed in his transparent eyes, he stretched out his pale fingers, Ling Xu pointed at Yang Yizhi, and said infinitely softly: "Just like you." Yang Yizhi looked at the people in the deserted city, the trembling cowardice of the people made him feel angry. Mourn its misfortune, anger its indisputable. This anger instantly shattered his gentleness, and the white flag in his hand burst into a gust of wind, waving towards the kneeling people. "stand up!" The people in the deserted city immediately panicked. They never dared to let the white banner symbolizing the gods touch them, and they didn't dare to offend Yang Yizhi who had been rescuing them all the time. , but dare not get close to the white flag in Yang Yizhi's hand. Yang Yizhi held the spotless white banner, and also the only clean one in the city.He frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I know you are afraid, afraid of offending the gods, afraid that the existence above the nine heavens will be furious because of your blasphemy, and throw you into hell, where you will be tortured by fire and ice. Suffering, the wrath of God will make you suffer the same suffering in the next life!" "You hope to serve the gods with piety, so that you can devote yourself to wealth and honor in the next life, and get rid of this disgusting fate, but, look around you, look at your children!" He stepped among them and gently took a mother's crying child from her hands.The child was biting an apple tightly, but the apple had long since dried up, almost without any moisture.This is the only food that can be found in the deserted city, although it has long been inedible.The cry of the child's hunger aroused a burst of sadness in everyone's hearts. Yang Yizhi's voice was a little sad: "Look at this child, he is so young, he has just come into this world, what kind of karma can he do, what crime can he commit? Why do they suffer the curse of the gods?" There was a burst of determination in his gentle eyes, and he swept them one by one: "Yes, disobedience to the gods will make you suffer and go to hell, but are you willing to use such suffering, such Sin, in exchange for a bit of warmth and care for this child? Or would you rather watch the child die for the sake of vain happiness in the afterlife?" His voice fell silent sadly: "Think about it, for you, for your relatives, for your children!" An unbearable silence filled this desolate city, and the child's mother sobbed softly. Yes, what is wrong with children? Is it important to be devout to the gods in exchange for the happiness of the next life and to eliminate the karma of the previous life, or is it more important to give children a little warmth and care? The cry of the baby is so clear, tearing through the cold morning wind. Finally, a commoner came forward silently. When he reached out to the white banner, he paused for a moment, but then grabbed the white banner, gently covered the child, and then wrapped it tightly. The white flags were pulled away one after another and wrapped around the children, then the elderly and women. Chong Jie tilted his head and looked at Yang Yizhi, as if he was enjoying a wonderful scene. Gently, he clapped his palms three times: "Perfect, you are more perfect than I imagined." Yang Yizhi raised his eyes slowly, stared at the pale mask, and said slowly: "Heavy tribulation, where is your pity?" Chong Jie smiled and said, "I am a demon, I need no mercy!" Yang Yizhi climbed up the steps, and the mighty high platform lost the surrounding white flags, just like a fruit that has been peeled off the shell, without the mysterious dignity of the original. "Then where is the god you believe in, Brahma?" The word "Brahma" suddenly exploded between the two of them like a thunderbolt. Chong Jie's body shook heavily, his casual smile froze in an instant, turning into boundless anger, he clenched his hands violently, and said word by word: "How dare you call me by that name?" Yang Yizhi didn't answer, he went straight to the last step and stood in front of Chongjie.His white clothes have long been worn out, but his demeanor is still bright and upright, like a bright moon hanging in the sky: "Brahma has abandoned you a long time ago, otherwise, why didn't he show himself during your long wait?" Chong Jie's eyes were condensed into a line under the dazzling sunlight. Suddenly, his ghostly figure floated up, and his thin and pale hand was already stuck on Yang Yizhi's neck. The transparent and strange light kept circulating in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse like a poisonous snake: "Shut up!" His hands were constantly exerting force, Yang Yizhi looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a crazy demon in destruction, so ridiculous, so sad. Chong Jie became even more annoyed, and suddenly swung his sleeve forcefully, throwing Yang Yizhi out! With a bang, Yang Yizhi hit the lotus cauldron heavily. Chong Jie took two steps forward, bent down to look at Yang Yizhi, and opened his sleeves hysterically: "Brahma has never abandoned me, this cauldron is proof! Without it, how could I create the magic medicine to save these lowly lives?" ?” Yang Yizhi got up slowly, his eyes turned to the cauldron of lotus. The stone tripod, which is said to be a petal of the Brahma lotus platform, stands extremely majestically on the high platform.It is said that Shi Ding, who has the same creative power as Brahma, created a magic medicine to cure the plague. It was a miracle, and it was an oracle. The huge lotus petal carvings lingering on the tripod looked as bright as ice jade in the sunlight, Yang Yizhi brushed these carvings gently with his hand, and said lightly: "You will see with them that there are no gods and no curses in this world! " With both hands, he pushed towards the huge cauldron!