Ying Ling smiled, then turned around and saw his wife standing there, her eyes red.
"Where is the child?" Ying Ling asked softly.
"The child is asleep..." my wife whispered.
"It's okay to sleep." Ying Ling smiled and suddenly said: "Dad, I'm going to check on the child first. We don't have much time."
"Um."
The old man turned around slowly, bowed deeply to the heroic spirit, and then floated towards a room.
And at this moment.
"Dad!" The middle-aged man suddenly said: "I want to go to the Great Wall of Steel too."
"Huh?" The old man paused slightly.
The middle-aged man looked troubled and said: "I also want to be like my brother...in front of you!"
"It's just that if this happens, the child will be unfilial... and I won't be able to serve you anymore."
"Why should I stop you? Do I need your service?" The old man gritted his teeth and said: "Go, just go! If you kill one, I will call you brother, if you kill two, I will call you uncle, and your grandfather will call you brother!"
"If you can kill ten, in the genealogy, you will be ranked in front of that ancestor! You are the ancestor of my Li family!"
"That's called serving me! That's called filial piety! When the time comes, I can pat your grandfather on the shoulder and tell him, look, my son is more promising than your son!"
"Go today! Don't say I don't need your service. If you are gone, I will raise my gun! All members of my Li family will raise their guns!"
"Damn it, the devils didn't defeat us back then, and they couldn't even take away an inch of our land... How dare the gods take the land that generations of my Li family's ancestors fought for!"
"I'll pack your luggage myself!"
As he said this, the old man, who was over sixty years old, wiped his tears and entered the house with a cane to prepare luggage for his child.
This scene happened in countless families.
Everyone is experiencing sadness.
But sadness can never defeat Daxia people!
The stubbornness and strength of Daxia people are engraved in their bones and have been tempered by countless hardships!
In exchange for that sadness, there is only an increasingly fierce fighting spirit!
Especially when it comes to family and friends.
For some Daxia people, they may be kind-hearted on weekdays and appear to be easy to bully, and some children even swallow their anger even if they are slapped twice in school.
But if someone insults one's parents or hurts one's friends, no matter how hard it is, even if the other person is a head taller than you, you must clenched your fists and rush forward.
People in Daxia are like this. If you bully me, I can tolerate it, but if you bully my relatives and friends, my parents, then I will never agree to it!
This is the blood beneath the kindness!
It has been said since ancient times that the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable!
For a family, the death of a family member will not make other family members put down their weapons in fear, but will instead arouse a stronger fighting spirit!
The younger brother is dead, and the elder brother will take over!
My brother is dead, and my father will take over!
Dad is dead, uncle will take over!
The will to fight to the death! Unless a family is dead, the other party must be killed even if it means death!
And it is these thousands of families that make up Daxia!
Thousands of families are sad, and Daxia is sad.
But after that, there will be even more ferocious fighting spirit!
And the other side.
Lin Fan looked at him with complicated eyes and compassion.
"Amitabha, Donor Lin, don't be so sad." Master Compassion clasped his hands together and said with a low smile, "I have thought about this day for a long time."
"Everyone in the world says that my Buddhist teachings are compassionate and I can't avoid disasters when they come."
"Now, I, the Buddhist, have finally proven myself."
"When a catastrophe comes, all the mountain gates will be opened wide, and thousands of monks will join hands to stand on the Great Wall... If I, the Buddha, saw this scene, I might curse my mother."
"Maybe the Buddha will also laugh."
Master Compassion chuckled.
Lin Fan was still speechless, or he didn't know what to say.
Death of compassion...blame yourself!
I thought I was fully prepared, but if I was really fully prepared, why feel sorry for me...
Finally, Lin Fan said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."
"Donor Lin, you push yourself too hard." The illusory body of Master Compassion patted Lin Fan on the shoulder: "You always put everything on yourself, and that will be very tiring."
"In the final analysis, you are just a member of Daxia."
"Behind you is Daxia, us, and our 140,000,000 compatriots. Why should you bear all this yourself? We have never thought of letting you bear all this."
"Haha, don't cry." Master Compassion said helplessly: "If others see it, your image as a ruthless commander in chief will be gone."
"You are the Shura God who is unmoved by the gods. You are the warrior's belief. How can you cry in public?"
"As for this time... haha, I also want to see what the other side looks like." Master Compassion's smile suddenly turned ferocious, he clenched his fists and his cassock made a hunting sound, "I wonder if those gods of death can be beaten."
"I want to see whether the Temple of Death is more powerful or my Buddha is better!"
"Buzz!"
The dark soul body of the Compassionate Master was actually surrounded by the Buddha's light and the seal of the Chinese character "卍"!
For a while.
The little god of death under the city wall suddenly trembled, his voice trembling: "Wori, what the hell..."
Why did another one come more fiercely!
"No more, I want to go find my master, my junior brother." Master Compassion suddenly said: "You must remember what I told you."
Master Compassion pointed to the crystal clear relic in Lin Fan's hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Compassion had penetrated the Great Steel Wall and headed straight for the area where the Buddhist disciples were stationed.
Five minutes passed quickly.
At the last minute, countless heroic spirits came from all over and lined up on the sea again.
Silence.
There are only waves.
All the soldiers stood on the city wall. Even the soldiers receiving treatment in the medical room, and even Xingye and others who had just woken up, reluctantly stood in the direction of the window and looked at the heroic spirits below.
The time has come to say goodbye.
"salute!"
Lin Fan shouted loudly, and the dark hands of Shura were raised in cooperation, as if even the evil ghosts and gods admired these great heroes.
"Whoosh!"
Thousands of soldiers salute together!
On the sea below, 80,000 soldiers also saluted!
Even the Compassionate Master is wearing a cassock and saluting with his right hand!
The time has come.
Shura's divine power, which briefly blocked the rules of life and death, was about to lose its support and gradually receded.
Lin Fan, Mr. Zhang, and those heroic spirits could all see that the Death God had slowly appeared on the sea surface, holding the Death God's Sickle in a dark cloak, looking at these warriors with complicated eyes.
He came to take away these souls.
"The time has come." The acting God of Death looked at Mr. Zhang, a little cautiously, as if asking for instructions, and added: "If I don't take them away, they will become lonely ghosts until they drift away."
Mr. Zhang's eyes were gloomy and he said nothing.
The acting God of Death breathed a sigh of relief and slowly waved his sickle.
"Whoosh!"
A pitch-black road unfolds in the void, and as you walk along that deep and dark road, everything will return to peace.
