At this moment, Feng seemed to be in a difficult situation.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing him down from top to bottom. He took a few steps forward, and his legs seemed to be tied with sandbags. The weight was gradually increasing, making his steps slower.
Slow. The weight was not only exerted on his legs, but also on his waist, back, shoulders, and head... In the end, his legs were overwhelmed and he fell to the ground.
He tried hard to stretch out his hand, as if to grab something that didn't exist in front of him. What was it? No one knew, just as no one knew why he was fighting. Should the title of killing define everything about him?
So what are his sad past? Xie Zhe felt an indescribable sadness. Deep in his heart, he admitted that he sympathized with this innocent child. Who wouldn't be upset if they heard stories like his?
Mercy? But no one knows—no more, no one anymore.
People only remember his killings... even though the Six Paths Impermanence tried their best to "cover up" them. Many people died at his hands, too many to count. Just the army of the dead who were saved by the light of the Buddha in front of them was a
An eye-popping figure. Yes, the evil deeds he committed are undeniable and irrecoverable, and his sins will not be diluted or whitewashed because of his past.
But...
Han Zhang seemed to have recovered some consciousness from the dizziness. He grabbed Xie Zhe's shoulders, and Xie Zhe immediately supported him. The two of them looked at the child on the ground at the same time. At this moment, he really looked like an autumn maple leaf.
, thin, fragile, and fell there softly. Compared to the layers of golden light flowing downward from a high place, his weak body seemed to be crushed by this power at any time.
He leaned over and screamed, deafening. The sound did not seem to come from the open space in front of him, but erupted from deeper underground, competing with the brilliance falling from the sky. But the result was obvious, the disparity in strength was not
Allow him to make any resistance, and the ferocious beast-like image just now will be stripped away from his body, leaving only an empty shell like a cicada.
He is really pitiful. Even Han Sheng couldn't help but want to feel this way, but of course he was not stupid enough to plead for mercy. After all, evil angels are evil angels. I'm afraid they will kill them where they don't see them.
What they have done is already considered the most harmful situation among the ten evils. They are all in the early stages of forming, but once they start to branch out, the speed will become faster and faster, and the situation will get out of control in an instant. The whole world
Tottering in the wind and rain, this is a scene no one wants to see.
Therefore, the only way to control him is now, and every trace of mercy must be abandoned. If you are soft-hearted for a moment, I am afraid that you will never have such an opportunity again, and the world will be in greater and more obvious danger.
Will he really die? This worry is of course unnecessary... because there should be no need to worry at all. He must die, must be eradicated, must be uprooted, must be completely eliminated.
Feng's screams, Feng's cries, Feng's hysteria - none of this can change any of the status quo. To him, the facts are so cruel. The so-called Dharma is boundless, and the power he fights against is far more than just a mere six-path impermanence.
His voice became weaker and weaker.
The stream of light from the sky pierces the thick clouds and dissolves them into a dazzling color. Those lights, those lights like mountains, lights like the sea, lights like thousands of Buddha statues, pour down heavily. They
It was all pressed down and completely penetrated Feng's small body. His body was glowing, really like a golden cicada.
"he……"
He had no voice anymore. Xie Zhe blurted out subconsciously, but Mutue-kun didn't react at all.
"Your kindness is a gift given to you by the Buddha."
The voice of these words was obviously so gentle, but Xie Zhe felt a subtle discomfort. What on earth was...why? He couldn't figure it out for a while. But Mutsuki-kun raised the hand wearing the white bracelet,
Facing Feng, who was motionless on the ground. Is he still alive? From this distance, no one could be sure of his life or death, but he certainly didn't look like he was asleep.
"I'll borrow this power and try... Alas, it's hard to guarantee everything. It depends on luck."
Golden lines appeared on those white beads. They were there before, and now they are also glowing with faint light. There is no tangible connection between Mutsuki-kun's hand and Kaede, but Mutsuki-kun's hand is clearly trembling slightly. It seems that
This invisible force was transferred to Mutsuki-kun's arm. The light in the sky was much weaker, as if it had not yet dispersed, and the remaining parts were still wandering - otherwise the light on the clam would be completely obscured.
But his hands were shaking more and more... Soon, Mutsuki-kun's fingertips began to turn black, which made them very uneasy. It felt like Mutsuki-kun was interceding with some huge and invisible force, and
The other person's anger at the evil deed is inflicted on him.
The black color spread from his fingertips and gradually covered the entire palm, as if it had been scorched by transparent flames. The parts eroded by the black also had strange cracks, like rough tree trunks. But Mutsuki-kun did not blink.
It's like I can't feel any pain.
How could he not be in pain? How could it be possible? Xie Zhe knew very well that he was just hiding this discomfort. Thousands of years ago, when he was an ordinary ascetic, all kinds of physical suffering tortured him. Time.
As time went by, he stood firm in the wind and rain, weathered, and had no idea of the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields - he was also the sea and the fields. This level of pain, probably, is really insignificant.
Bang!
A strong push pushed Mutsuki-kun out. The two people quickly ran over to help him up. They noticed that the black marks on his hands spread to his wrists and then disappeared, ending neatly at the clam.
covered place.
"Are you okay?!"
"…Hmm."
Mutsuki-kun stood up staggeringly. His blackened hand began to disintegrate - turned into fine dust. His expression remained unchanged, and he even calmly stretched out his other hand, catching the fallen clam, and then lowered his arm.
At that time, the sleeve seemed loose. They didn't know how long it would take Mutsuki-kun to recover from such an injury.
"It doesn't matter, let's go see him." Mutsuki-kun pointed at Feng while holding a clam, "I wonder how that child... is doing."
Xie Zhe did not move, and Han Zhang stood up and went to check. Xie Zhe hesitated, wanting to tell him to be more careful, but in the end he felt that it was not necessary. He had a feeling that this matter had been settled and would not happen again.
Is there any turning point.
Han Chang stepped forward and tried to pull him up. It was so strange... He was obviously a child, but why was he so heavy? He glanced around and saw the extremely heavy blood-cutting throat-seal lying quietly on the ground.
Then he shouldn't be like this...and why?
Huh? He pulled harder, but the child remained motionless, as if fixed to the ground. People who are deeply comatose or dead will appear too heavy because their bodies cannot provide any support, but Hanshang
I feel like this is obviously not right.
He leaned down and saw Feng's white and slightly yellow face. He was very familiar with it. This was the look of a person just after death.
He simply stretched out his fingers and touched his face lightly. It was very stiff and without any temperature, as if he had been dead for a long time - maybe as a monster, he would still have the same body temperature even if he was alive. Test Maple's breath again
, and did not feel any airflow. Then Han Chang moved his fingers to his carotid artery and applied slight pressure, but found that it was as hard as fossil and could not touch his pulse.
He is really dead.
Han Zhang straightened up and looked at Xie Zhe with an indescribable look. With just one look, Xie Zhe immediately understood what he had not said and did not dare to say. He glanced at Mu Yuejun and then supported him.
He walked over there. Mutsuki-kun looked at the child's curled up body and didn't speak for a while. He tried his best, they all knew it, but he failed.
He failed to save his life.
The originally massive army has disappeared. The dead have completely disappeared, as if they had never existed. The survivors are lying on the ground, temporarily losing consciousness. In such a situation, I am afraid that they will have to contact the town behind them or even the city further away for help.
, I hope local officials will not be so unkind.
The sky is dim yellow, not just because of the fall of dusk.
The sky is warm, the clouds are warm, and the setting sun is warm. Today's sunset is more magnificent and splendid than any other day. The remaining brilliance still fills the sky, like a burst of tangible smoke, and I don't know when it will dissipate.
It has witnessed everything and announced the end of everything. But it is always so quiet.
"We...shouldn't put him here." Xie Zhe said with difficulty.
"Then - then we have to find a way, alas." Hanshang sighed, "Where is his hometown? Should we, should we, prepare a decent funeral? For humans, doing so seems to make sense.
of."
But Mutsuki-kun said: "No need. Those places are all constraints for him. He should not sleep in his hometown, nor should he sleep here. He should... go where he should go."
Feng just curled up like this, nestling there, like a snail hiding in its shell, fighting against the pressure of the whole world. But he was also like a fetus in swaddling clothes, or even in the mother's belly. This earth was not his hotbed.
.
He owes the world too much, and the world repays him too little.
Mutsuki-kun slowly raised his tin staff. The tip of the staff lightly tapped the crouched Kaede's head. What they heard was a dull sound, like knocking a stone, and even his hair became so stiff.
Heavy sins piled on his body, reshaping his young body. This action made it impossible for Xie Zhe to see the child's expression clearly - he didn't even have the courage to guess.
A small crack appeared where it came into contact with the tin stick. The crack began to spread, gradually covering his whole body. He - it cracked, making a small clicking sound. The crack gradually expanded, and light scrambled to escape from its body.
.Subsequently, its stone-like shell completely shattered, turning into pale dust and drifting away.
Xie Zhe saw in a trance that the outline of a human figure lifted up briskly from inside. It was like a ball of air, a burst of light, an indescribable existence. Xie Zhe had seen many ghosts and monsters, but he had never seen such a light body.
And a clean soul.
It slowly broke away from the disintegrated body and headed towards the high sky. It didn't seem to have much nostalgia for this piece of earth, as if it was not born a creature of the earth. The dust net trapped it. Now the shackles are lifted,
