Bad karma is pouring towards Lu Zhengkang in a steady stream, as if a layer of gray mist is about to cover the mountains. He will not refuse any comer. In other words, he is taking the initiative to enter evil.
This process is risky even for him, but he is longing for a real showdown. He wants to go head-to-head with Xiangshu.
Lu Zhengkang pursues a sense of honor in battle. He does not like to play with the opponent's thinking or torture the enemy's will. He only likes to be simple and straightforward and destroy the opponent's existence.
His favorite article is "The Old Man and the Sea" by Hemingway.
The human body has limits, but the spirit does not.
Lu Zhengkang has never been afraid of fighting, not before and never again.
Sun Lizhai asked him: "Lu Yuan, what are you thinking about?"
When she spoke, Lu Zhengkang could see her open lips, and there were thin insect legs beating in her mouth, and the carapace made a hissing sound when it rubbed against her.
"Think of something very ordinary."
"But you've been a little uneasy lately. Do you have distracting thoughts?"
People who are determined by the right fate have the same mind. Although Lu Zhengkang is independent, others can also roughly understand his state.
Of course Lu Zhengkang didn't have any distracting thoughts, but Sun Lizhai also vaguely felt bad luck.
Sun Lizhai's figure became more and more illusory. Her voice came from all directions. Silently, countless Sun Lizhai appeared around her. Lu Zhengkang could see a button on her lapel. It was not a button, it was a button.
, there was light dancing in its compound eyes, like a snake skin reflecting the moonlight. As the collar swayed, the pair of eyes flickered, leaving mottled traces in the air.
Countless Sun Lizhais, countless eight-year-olds, countless flashes of light, like a swarm of fireflies beside a lotus pond in midsummer.
"It's not distracting thoughts, there are some other distractions."
"How can I help?"
"Not at the moment."
Lu Zhengkang raised his head, his clothes swaying in the mortal wind.
Now, there is only one thing left to worry about.
…
Li Dingyin's face turned red and he ran into the room happily, "That's it! That's it! This time the news is accurate!"
Liang Rulian put down the embroidery in her hand, dusted off her cloth skirt and stood up, with her usual polite smile on her weak face, but this smile was really sad, and the gloomy and gloomy air on her face was completely unable to be absorbed by this simple
The smile broke out.
"Why are you so flustered? Sit down and take a rest."
Li Dingyin didn't obey, he just kept pacing, his face constantly changing, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his oily cheeks, and flowed down his nasolabial folds to his chin, like a frog hanging on a clothes hanger and draining water.
It seems a little too exciting and weird.
"Dingyin, what's wrong with you?"
"Ru'er, you still remember that we put Dezhang in Shaolin, right?"
"Of course, it's natural that you can't forget it." Liang Rulian shrank when she heard the name, and the depression between her eyebrows became heavier.
"The whole world knows that Shaolin has produced a Buddhist son. I counted the days and found that the first time this statement came out was four years ago. Dezhang was placed in Shaolin by us almost five years ago."
"You want to say that Dezhang is the disciple of Buddha? Dingyin, don't think about this anymore. I just hope that my child can practice well with the masters and feel at ease..."
"Ru'er!" Li Dingyin pursed his lips. He suddenly turned around and stared at his first wife, his eyes burning with a layer of flames, boiling with hatred and pain, "Dezhang is the son of Buddha! He is the best son of Buddha in the world! He is.
Buddha!"
Liang Rulian shook her head and smiled tiredly and gently, just like her reaction after seeing her husband show such an expression countless times, "Dingyin, you still can't let go."
"How to let go? The great power of our Li family is just surrendered to these untouchables!"
"Prosperity and wealth last only one life. A hundred years from now, no one will be the same as Loess Yi, Dingyin. As long as we can enter the Pure Land, it will already be the blessing we cultivated in the previous life."
"Ru'er, you are so arrogant now! Did you fall into the evil spell of those bald donkeys? What you said about the Pure Land is all fake!"
Only then did Liang Rulian realize that her husband was not just obsessed with the past, he was simply going crazy.
"The Pure Land is real, and you have also been in it..."
"That was a dream! Fake!"
"..."
"No one would reject the identity of a prince! Of course this so-called Buddhist would not, if he is ignorant, those bald donkeys will tell him what to do..."
Liang Rulian shook her head and sighed. She suddenly felt that her interest was waning. Her husband, the former prince, had now lost even the most basic political sense, and would be a complete lunatic in the future.
Life sometimes hits people so hard that people ignore the pressure.
Liang Rulian realized that she had nothing to worry about.
How will life be like in the future? As she said herself, loess will be the same in a hundred years.
Lu Zhengkang stood outside the house, leaning against the wall and listening to the conversation between his biological parents.
The hallucinations are getting worse.
The black sun radiates biting and cold light, dirty colored oil drips from the cracks in the stone slabs on the street outside the door, and clusters of skulls hang from the tops of the camphor branches in the corner of the courtyard, shaking and making a muffled knocking sound.
…
Seeing these weird scenes, he felt unusually calm.
"...What name will they give this Buddhist son? Prince Buddha? Emperor Buddha? Ru'er, you won't believe how ugly these people will be for the sake of power..."
Lu Zhengkang pushed open the door and walked in, pointing at Hunli Dingyin from a distance. His incarnation was Feng Shen, handsome and as tall as a mountain. Liang Rulian was stunned and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.
Lu Zhengkang supported her and smiled at her, "My mother, I have been away for many years, and I miss her very much."
His eyes reflected a river of stars. Liang Rulian could not see her own figure in these eyes. She only felt that she was on the misty bank of the river. Those underwater silverbait groups jumped out of the water one after another and turned into a bright line.
The ribbons spanned the fleeting years, and she stood at one end, and a child stood at the other end.
"It's Dezhang..."
"I dare not forget the kindness of my loving mother in giving birth and the love of breastfeeding. Now I have a peaceful family life with my loving mother. I only hope that my mother can agree to spend these last days with her son."
"Li'er, what do you mean by this?" Liang Rulian raised her hand and touched Lu Zhengkang's face. Her palm was thin and rough, and Lu Zhengkang felt like a piece of thin and tough papyrus scraping his cheek.
"Forgive your son for being unfilial, but he cannot spend this life with his loving mother."
"Li'er, you are a disciple of Buddhism." Liang Rulian was still confused, even a little bit like she was talking in her sleep. I'm afraid she didn't know what she was talking about.
This warm moment was enough for Lu Zhengkang to recall for a long time. He explained his thoughts one by one, and the depression on his biological mother's face gradually dissipated.
Lu Zhengkang took his mother's hand and walked thousands of miles to the living room in Shaolin Village. He helped her sit on the edge of the bed, moved a small stool, and sat upright, smiling and listening to this woman's chatter.
"Li'er, you are very good. You are better than my mother ever thought. You want to be reincarnated for the sake of the world. My mother agrees, but you haven't lived a good life yet. You haven't married and had children..."
It's always like this.
Buddha looked at the turning lips and cheeks with nostalgia, like butterflies waving their wings under the leaves among the flowers.
Always in the gaps between idle chatter, the poetic years bring back the glow of memories...
As for Li Dingyin? This man will have a sweet dream, a sweet dream about the imperial hegemony.
I just don't know how he will view this ordinary world after waking up.
