It has been raining for more than half a month, and there are still no signs of clearing up. The green mountains and green fields are all white, and the cold wind blows into the house with a chill, cooling the air.
The long sound of the piano was filled with deep sadness. A young woman with outstanding appearance was sitting in the room playing the piano. A gust of wind came in, and the window was blown shut with a "bang". The frightened young woman was distracted, and the strings broke in response.
Red blood beads gushed out from the fingers, staining the precious Phoenix Tail Qin
An imposing silver-haired man came in, sat next to the young woman, and asked nervously: "Xiu'er, what's wrong with you?"
Xiu'er smiled and shook her head gently, took out her handkerchief and wiped off the blood on her fingertips, "It's okay, it's just a pity that you gave me the piano."
Zongzi frowned, "What's wrong with you lately? Are you always worried?"
"Perhaps I haven't had a good rest these past few days." Xiu'er smiled, but she looked worried.
"Do you miss Chu Xin and Mantou?" Zongzi comforted: "Sandou just came to see us a few days ago. It's good for him to be with the Bodhisattva. His body and cultivation are growing fast. Chu Xin, you don't have to worry.
Now, she is the King of the Corpse Realm and manages the political affairs of the Corpse Realm in an orderly manner. If you want to see her, let’s go back and see her together.”
"Xinxin is very strong. She is living a good life. I will go back to see her after a while, otherwise she will think that I am nagging her about getting married again."
Zongzi hesitated for a long time before saying: "Do you miss him?" In a few days, Yinglong will die, and Xiu'er will always be depressed during this time of year.
Xiu'er nodded slightly, the sadness in her eyes lingering, "I've been dreaming these past few days, dreaming about many things from the past."
"Hundreds of years have passed, why can't you forget him?" Zongzi hugged Xiu'er and held her in his arms distressedly, "I know he is a special existence to you, but we have to move on.
Seeing the deceased, no matter how sad we are, it is in vain. Maybe he has been reincarnated and is living a good life."
Xiu'er sighed quietly and said: "Chu Xun, please stop comforting me. Third brother's hands were stained with blood in his previous life. Even if he was reincarnated, I'm afraid he would be cast into the realm of animals forever and be slaughtered by others."
"Nonsense, he was once a god. The King of Hell had to give him face no matter what and let him be reincarnated into a rich family."
"Actually, I have gone to King Yama privately, and I have checked the book of life and death..." Xiu'er said with a choked voice: "He suffered five hundred years of execution in the Asura Hell, with a mountain of knives and a pan of oil, and then he was reincarnated, and he was raised as a king in every life.
Beast... I begged the King of Hell, and I also tried to use threats and inducements, but he refused to agree to change the book of life and death. Third brother has already been reincarnated in the ninth life. When will God's punishment for him end..."
Xiu'er fell helplessly into Zongzi's arms, crying heartbrokenly, "The third brother has ended up like this. Isn't Heaven not the culprit? Why can't they let him live in consideration of his past achievements?"
"Stop crying," Zongzi patted Xiu'er on the shoulder, "Yinglong has been reincarnated as a human, he will no longer be a beast and be slaughtered by others."
Xiu'er burst into tears, "You lied to me..."
"I didn't lie to you." Zongzi wiped her tears for her, "You have always been soft-hearted. With the pressure from heaven, the King of Hell naturally did not dare to betray you. I ripped off the heads of his whole family and threatened to send him to the Shura Hell if he didn't agree.
All the evil ghosts turned into zombies, so he reluctantly agreed to let Yinglong reincarnate as a human. However, the Heavenly Court was supervising this matter very strictly, and the King of Hell did not dare to make it too obvious. Yinglong was afraid of a bad fate this time, but it was better than being reduced to a human being.
brute"
"Really?" Xiu'er looked at Zongzi excitedly, "Are you lying to me?"
"I didn't want to mention this to you for fear that you would be worried, but the one who untie the bell must eventually tie the bell. I hope your knot can be untied as soon as possible."
"Where is he?" Xiu'er held Zongzi's hand tightly, "Take me to see him."
"I can take you to see him, but you have to promise me that the King of Hell has committed a capital crime by tampering with Yinglong's fate in private. All the suffering he has suffered in this life is destined. You must not try to change his fate.
Otherwise, Yinglong may end up in a worse end."
"Well..." Tears streamed down
"Stop crying, it makes my heart hurt." Zongzi coaxed Xiuer gently, "I will be jealous if you shed tears for other men."
"That's different." Xiu'er punched him lightly, wiped his eyes and said, "I'm just jealous."
Zongzi tied a fox fur cloak on Xiu'er and left the wooden house with an oil-paper umbrella, heading to the human world.
It rains heavily during the Spring Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying
The dilapidated thatched house was covered with yellow mud all the way, and the straw sandals of passers-by were stained. Xiu'er stood in front of the house invisibly, looking at the precarious house in disbelief, "The third brother lives here?"
"Ah..." As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's shrill scream came from inside the house.
"Bitch, give me your money quickly." Along with the woman's voice, the man's scolding sounded, "If you don't take it out, I won't beat you to death."
"Ah... I have no money at home, and you took all the money and gambled it away."
"How dare you talk back..." The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground sounded
"Don't hit your mother," the boy's voice sounded, "Ah..."
Hearing the voice, Xiu'er was immediately stunned. Her intuition told her that the boy might be...
The anxious Xiu'er raised her feet and was about to rush in, but Zongzi grabbed her and said seriously: "Xiu'er, you promised me that you won't interfere in this matter."
"But..." Xiu'er said heartbrokenly: "He is being beaten."
"That's his life, we can't interfere."
"Do you want to take it out?" The man grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her out of the house. "If you don't take it, I will send you to the brothel to pick up customers. Let's see if you still show off!"
The woman was dragged to the ground, and the water from the pit in front of the house soaked her tattered and worn-out clothes. A boy of five or six years old ran out from the house and hugged the woman tightly. The man begged, "Dad,
Don’t sell your mother, don’t sell your mother…”
"Go away, you bastard!" The man slapped the boy, knocking him to the ground. Unable to understand his hatred, he stretched out his foot and kicked him.
The boy spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes went black and he fainted.
"Don't hit him. I'll give it... I'll give it to you. Can't you?" The woman rushed over, knelt on the ground and helped her son up. "Please don't hit him anymore, he will die."
"Hurry up!" The man kicked him over and cursed endlessly.
The woman crawled into the house, took out a dozen copper coins from the earthen jar under the bed, and handed them to the man with trembling hands, "I only have this little money to save my life. Stop gambling. My son is still sick and has to go to the doctor."
All the money is gone”
"Get out!" The man spat in her face. "Bad Luck" took a dozen copper coins and turned around to gamble again.
The woman held her fainted son in her arms and cried bitterly, "Your father is not a human being, he is a beast!"
Tears slid down Xiu'er's cheeks. She bit her lip tightly and looked at the boy in front of the house whose face was covered with dirt and could not be seen. She struggled with her tightly held hands and said, "Let me go."
"Xiu'er, calm down," Zongzi said with a headache, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and brought you here.
"Chu Xun, I beg you..." Xiu'er begged Zongzi, "You asked me to go over and hug him, and I will hug him. Didn't you hear that he is sick, and now he is beaten to the point of vomiting blood by his father?
I……"
"Xiu'er, you know better than me about karma. This is his fate. You can't change it no matter how hard you try."
"His life?" Xiu'er asked with tears in her eyes, "What life?"
"He was supposed to be cast into the reincarnation of the animal realm forever. The King of Hell secretly exchanged the identity of a sinful reincarnation with him, and his mother became pregnant out of wedlock, and married a drunkard without anyone noticing. Farce like today happens almost every two or three days.
It will happen once. Even if we want to help, we can only solve a temporary emergency, but we can't control his destiny. Every time he is reincarnated, his sins will be reduced by one point. Maybe one day he can live a good life.
day"
"Sin?" Xiu'er said with a heavy heart: "The third brother has ended up where he is today. To be honest, isn't it their own fault?"
"Xiu'er, there is no fairness in this world where the jungle prevails." Zongzi forcefully pulled Xiu'er away, "Don't worry, he won't die." Zombie regretted that he should not have been so soft-hearted and told her that Yinglong was reincarnated.
If you don't do this, you're shooting yourself in the foot.
"Chu Xun, please let me go over and take a look at him." Xiu'er turned around reluctantly.
"Xiu'er, this is already my biggest concession." I'm afraid she won't be able to just sit back and ignore it after just one look.
Being forcibly taken back by Zongzi, Xiuer had nightmares for several days in a row, dreaming that the weak boy was beaten black and blue.
Zongzi watched her closely for several days, not daring to relax at all.
"Chu Xun, today is the death anniversary of the third brother. I want to go to Huangquanhai." Xiu'er looked at the window with a worried look.
On this day every year, Xiuer will go to Huangquanhai to worship and visit the place where Yinglong died.
"I'll go with you." Zongzi felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't bear to refuse her.
Huangquanhai, a black figure stood on the beach, the sea breeze blew his black hair up
The man looked into the distance, lost in thought
Perhaps hearing the footsteps, the man turned around and smiled at Xiu'er and Zongzi, "Godfather and Godmother, are you here too?"
Xiu'er stepped forward, held his hand and said excitedly: "Mo Wen, why are you here?"
It was windy at Huangquan Beach. Mo Wen took off his cloak and put it on Xiu'er. He said with a complex expression: "Today is the death anniversary of my father. He was killed here back then. I want to come and take a look."