All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream
July 17, 2006——
——It was a rainy season. For District 11, the environmental pollution caused by the primary and secondary industries required a large amount of condensed water circulation system to clear the smog. It rained almost all the time in this ghost place.
The young and promising Mr. Lawrence has just got off the train and is going to visit the nightclub leaders here and bring goods to local bars, nightclubs, and entertainment venues.
The trees on both sides of the road exuded warm moisture, and everything seemed so familiar and natural.
Until a strong sense of déjà vu brought him back to reality. Something seemed wrong, everything seemed right.
But has this scene been seen before? Has it happened? Has the story been told once?
Lawrence stood frozen at the diverter gate of the station, unable to go any further.
"How is this going?"
"I was clearly in the universal room just now, living in a purgatory where I could neither survive nor die! But why."
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and then caught a glimpse of his young and handsome face through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the snack shop next to the copper heating pipes - without such deep nasolabial folds, he was almost exactly the same as Haspen Madison.
Everything was so real that there was no room for him to question it.
Whether it's touching an object or kneading the body, this familiar yet unfamiliar touch can almost seem real.
"Milik!"
Lawrence turned around immediately——
——Want to find the best friend of his youth! He was ecstatic, and the moment he ascended from purgatory to heaven, he was completely lost in this sweet illusion.
Milik followed Lawrence calmly. He had just taken out a cigarette and put his arms around his elder brother to bring him a kerosene lighter.
"I'm here."
Lawrence almost cried with joy. Although he didn't know what happened, the joy of meeting his old friends made him let go of all his vigilance. But the patriarch didn't notice that the good friend in front of him not only handed out a hand to start a fire, but also hid behind his side.
There was a shiny meat cleaver.
The sudden sting wakes Lawrence up!
He received a vicious stab in the belly——
——There were not many people in the desolate site, and only Milik’s blood-stained palms were visible.
Lawrence's eyes were filled with surprise and suspicion, and eventually turned into inexplicable sadness.
It was hard for him to imagine what kind of hatred it was that made the flat-head chop knife stab into his belly, and how much force it took to make Milik make such a strong determination!
"me."
Lawrence backed away a little, he lowered his head for a glance, then raised his head to look at his good brother's dull and indifferent face.
"I"
He was almost speechless in pain. This physical body was weaker than he thought, and he was more afraid of pain.
"Why? Why. Why? Why? Why. Why? Why."
A series of [why] form another sentence, another meaning——
——Lawrence's heart was almost broken.
"I love you. I love you. I really. Really care about you Milik. Me."
The patriarch of the Little Brotherhood almost regarded Milik as the most important person in his life. He was the first saint to actively sacrifice his life to God, and he was the only person he could absolutely trust in his life.
This kind of emotion is most suitable to be described as [love], and it completely transcends the love between men and women, and transcends gender and friendship.
"Did the Wusheng Alliance offer you a higher price?" Lawrence was trapped in a dream, as if he thought he had traveled through the shackles of time and returned to the past: "Or are you better at doing business than me? Do you want to
Treat me as a promissory note and sell it to others?"
Milik shook his head, this young man was very honest, and smiled with Lawrence.
"You owe me this knife."
Lawrence looked down in surprise. The stab wound on his liver corresponded to the injury at the moment Milik died of blood loss.
When he raised his head again, Lawrence was terrified!
Milik's face! His face has turned into a rotting corpse!
A hoarse howl came from the corpse's throat.
"Mr. Lawrence, welcome to Niflheim, this is the eternal purgatory——"
The rotten and smelly palm teased the Patriarch's chin.
"——I think the real God has given you many opportunities."
Milik's boy returned to normal, his smile was as bright as an angel's.
"How crazy and depraved a person must be to become like you! I pulled you to the shore again and again, trying to get you to escape this sea of misery, but it's a pity that you don't want to listen."
Lawrence was speechless in pain, his thighs were hot, and the blood stained his decent suit red, and flowed to his trouser legs along with the shirt.
Milik helped his elder brother walk out of the station. Pedestrians on the road were coming and going, turning a blind eye to Lawrence's injury.
"Help! Help! Help me!" Lawrence screamed, and he could feel the life draining out of his body bit by bit.
Milik kindly reminded: "Keep your voice down, they are more ruthless than me."
"Help. Help." Lawrence still couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and looked at the good brother who was once very familiar with doubts.
At this time, Milik pulled out the chopper with ease and cut out a deeper and more terrifying open wound.
Lawrence immediately saw his intestines flowing out——
——Milik handed the knife to the young man who came up to him at the curb.
"Do you know who this guy is?" Milik straightened Lawrence's head: "His name is Mark Leslie - an American. He died of an overdose of heroin. His child is Silver Bailey's East End steward.
Even if you kill this child's father, he will still have to suffer humiliation and work for the enemy who killed his father."
Lawrence cursed in horror: "Fuck"
Before any more curse words came out, the young black brother slashed Lawrence's head open with a knife.
The patriarch only felt a splitting headache but did not die immediately!
His mind was in a state of confusion, and he seemed to be unable to reach the realm of death.
Milik pulled the chopping knife out of Lawrence's head and continued to carry the rotten meat forward.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Arriving at the settlement next to Xiaoximen Street, a child was playing football. Those were the black gloves of his childhood.
"After I die, every candidate you choose to be the sword bearer will have my shadow. You give them plastic surgery, change their skin and face -" Milik handed the chopping knife to the young Black Glove and said to Lawrence: "
——Use drugs to control them, teach them to fight, and teach them to kill. The first assignment when entering school is to kill your own parents like you and accept you as your godfather."
Milik kicked Lawrence in the knee, telling the devil to kneel down.
The little black glove held the chopper and chopped off Lawrence's fingers one by one.
Meanwhile, Milik spoke tepidly during the execution phase.
"You hypocritical but weak scumbag, you wanted to talk about brotherhood with me, but on the most important day in your life, you killed my most respected and favorite uncle and aunt! They are your biological parents!
Lawrence Madison!”
His tone ranged from calm and gentle to furious and crazy.
"I have no parental control and am a thief. My uncle told me that you can commit crimes while you are alive! If it is for survival! It is not my fault! It is the fault of the consul!"
"I only have you as my only friend, but you don't want to be a human being! My aunt told me that children are treasures in the eyes of their parents, and they can be forgiven for anything! It's because of their inability to discipline them!"
"Why do you want to kill all the people I don't have, the people I value the most, and the people I care about the most! Why? Lawrence!"
"You still want to talk about friendship with me? Is it just because of that fable in the Bible?"
"Jesus is going to be executed with the thief?"
Milik dragged the weak Lawrence for more than two hundred kilometers, and he walked very slowly with blood flowing all the way.
Walking through the suburbs of the city, every time a person came up, he would take the chop knife from Milik's hand and stab the demon again.
Arriving at an unnamed village outside Sweet Lake City, the two came to the medical center again. There was no good piece of meat left on Lawrence's body.
"This time I prepared an extra panacea." Milik said this and healed his elder brother's injury.
Lawrence was barely clothed and lost a few of his fingers, but he did not put down the fire fox charm potion and still held on to the box tightly.
"Fuck you. You. You."
The patriarch was drained of all his mental energy by these evil spirits and could not even utter a complete sentence.
There was only fear and regret left in his heart, and eventually even the regret dissipated and turned into pure "horror".
Shani Booker came to him again, always with a worried expression, like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.
The little nurse took Milik's chopper away, but did not do anything to Lawrence——
"——Shanni." The Patriarch's eyes lit up. He thought that women are always weak and will always show mercy to the weak. He was already in such a sorry state, even for the sake of Hasband, he might be spared.
As his biological father, there is no need for an extra scar on his body!
"Leave it to me." Sunny and Milik said, and they worked together to carry Lawrence, who was trapped in death's door, into the ward.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?" Lawrence didn't finish asking -
——The moment you enter the ward, you see all kinds of torture instruments.
This sacred and warm medical center, which was supposed to be used to treat illnesses and save people, now seems to have become a torture chamber for succubi from hell.
Arranged in a row from left to right, are the brothers of the Wu Sheng Alliance war gang, divided into left and right guards and red flower double sticks. Each wears a leather belt and crotch cloth, and their muscles look great.
The leading cousin grinned: "Lawrence! It's Lawrence!"
Zuo Wei played with the thick killing stick: "You smell so good!"
Shani Booker smiled knowingly, took away all the fire fox charm potions in Lawrence's hand, and gave them to her cousin.
"I even brought all the medicine back! I knew this guy was a talent!" The mage who performed the ceremony in the hall sat under the Buddhist altar. While beating the wooden fish, he praised Lawrence for his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness: "You must serve him well.
Him!"
Shanni opened her eyes wide and saw Lawrence Madison being put on an iron platform by four strong men, tied up with belts and sticks, and hung in the air.
She was not anxious or angry at all, she was just giving toys to the men coming and going.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment——
——Xue Ming, with quick eyesight and quick hands, took out the panacea injection from his backpack and plunged it into the heart of the ancestor.
After a while, the eldest sister breathed a sigh of relief. She explained to Haspen who came to visit.
"Just now his blood pressure rose sharply, his ventricular valve ruptured, and he almost died."
Husband didn't know what this demon was going through, but it was a pity that he wasted his elder sister's medicine.
When Lawrence woke up again——
——The perfume store was filled with smoke, and he was lying on the armchair at the door, as if he had a terrifying spring and autumn dream.
He covered his head, feeling a splitting headache. He saw the rare people from the astral realm walking on the street, all of them looked strange, and finally remembered the purpose of his trip.
It seems that they want to recruit strange people for the Little Brotherhood, and find some talents in this alien group that has no sense of human morality, regardless of good or bad.
Looking into the perfume store, all kinds of medicinal materials, animal materials, sachets and fire-folded wood are neatly placed on the counter. Two little girls have kept the place spotless. Those are Dulan and Sissi.
The short Sissi likes to be lazy, sitting outside the store, watching the TV set in the flea market next door, which plays an ancient Chinese TV series, including the famous love story - "The Legend of White Snake".
After the tall Dulan finished his work, he gave some instructions to his boss, and took advantage of the break to buy food. He went out to watch TV with Sissi. He only watched a rough overview and didn't have much time to get into the story.
Dulan pointed at Sissi and muttered in broken Chinese to the TV.
"What's so good about this Xu Xian! Bai Suzhen might as well be with Xiao Qing!"
Sissi: "Because she loves him!"
Dulan: "Don't Xiaoqing love Xiaobai anymore?"
Sissi: "That's right."
Dulan: "Monsters are monsters! The two disaster beasts love each other, so there is no need for these bald monks to take care of them! They are free and easy!"
Sissi: "What if monsters also want to be human?"
Duran slapped Flavia on the forehead: "What are you thinking! Bad things are bad things! The scriptures say that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. If monsters want to be human, they must be smarter and more ruthless than humans, and they must use thunder.
With a bodhisattva heart, do more good deeds to outweigh the bad ones!"
Sissi: "You're right! I don't want to be a noob! It's so troublesome!"
Dulan: "Then you want to be Xiaoqing?"
Sissi shook her head, with disdain on her face: "They are so incompetent! They can't even beat a bald donkey! If I want to do it, I will be the most powerful monster! Turn into a black and venomous snake! I will kill Xu Xian and Xiao Bai
Throw them all on my bed! If that Fa Hai is handsome, throw them over too!"
"Hahahahahahaha!" Dulan covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "What are you dreaming about!"
Lawrence remembered clearly——
——This paragraph has never been in his memory.
This is not true!
This is definitely not the real world!
He wanted to escape! But he couldn't escape at all!
Flavia and Duran, two goddaughters, have already come over!
It’s not just them! There are hundreds of monsters and ghosts in the whole street, and these alien aliens of all shapes and sizes are all looking at Lawrence Madison!
The Patriarch was still immersed in the spiritual shock caused by the "ultimate insult" just now, and was deeply immersed in a fear so powerful that it could almost burst the ventricles.
At this moment, there was only a miserable roar left in his mind.