Chapter 164 Heaven is ruthless and turns back to the shore
This feeling is familiar to Li Minglou.
She had just woken up and turned around from the inn, but she had a chance to escape when a rock rolled down the mountain. After encountering the sun at dawn, she just rolled to the ground.
The sun shone on her body, and her exposed skin burned like fire, and then the skin burst open and rotted in pieces.
Fang Er covered her skin with clothes and covered her head and face, hiding from the light like a ghost.
Avoiding the sun would not cause him to burn to death on the spot, but the skin covered by his clothes would continue to fester.
It wasn't until that mountain village in Dou County that she began to become a bird. With a husband and a mother-in-law, she could walk under the blue sky and white sun like a human being.
She knew this was because she had lied to God, so she had been avoiding being called out.
When Xiang Nan appeared, she covered it up.
When facing Wu Ya'er, Wu Ya'er didn't tell her that she was fake.
But she had been vigilant, and sure enough, God would not let her go.
Li Minglou rolled on the ground, and each roll seemed to extinguish the fire burning in her body, but it was useless, because when she rolled over, other parts of her body began to burn.
Who is this monk? How does he know who he is?
Li Minglou tried hard to think with his scattered consciousness. He said in the Sixth Form that he was arresting a monk. The monk deceived the public with his evil words and said that his wife was an evil spirit. However, this monk was very powerful and he was never caught...
A very powerful monk, a monk who can tell that she is an evil spirit...
Can you tell that she is a dead evil ghost monk in human skin? Can you tell how she died as an evil spirit? Can you tell if the person who harmed her family is also an evil spirit?
The monk took a step forward, and the shadow was like a mountain. Li Minglou, lying at the foot of the mountain, luckily escaped the scorching sun and was barely alive.
"Li Minglou, stop your misbehavior immediately, go back to where you should be, call you by the name you should be called, and do what you should be doing, otherwise you will be dead." The monk's voice rolled down from the top of the mountain, "
Li Minglou, it’s time to turn around and find the right shore.”
Looking back, is it the shore?
Li Minglou raised his head at the foot of the mountain and looked at the tall figure in the golden light: "When I look back, it's not a shore, but an abyss. I can't retreat. Going forward is death, and retreating is death. Why must I die?"
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The voice rolling down the mountain was pitiful and calm: "The destiny of vegetation is to wither and flourish every year. You are destined to wither in this year. Since you are lucky enough to break through the destiny, you should meditate and cultivate your life in the next life."
Li Minglou propped himself up, trying to see the monk's face clearly in the golden light, but it was a pity that the face was as vast and high as the sky, covered by clouds and fog.
"I died before, and now I'm alive again," she said. "Aren't I just cultivating the next life? Am I not a human being?"
The tall figure shook his head: "You know who you are, this is not the afterlife, this is the present world. If you don't forget who you are, you are not a human, but a ghost that will never leave."
The shadow blocked the daylight, and Li Minglou's pain eased. She had the strength to stand up. She was a little confused and wanted to laugh when she heard the words: "Then what should I do? I know who I am, do you want me to forget who I am?"
The tall figure said: "With a single thought, you can jump out of the world of mortals. Li Minglou, you must realize that you are you now, but you are not you."
Li Minglou understood: "Does that mean you want me to sit and wait to die? What if I don't want to die?"
The voice in the tall figure seemed to be laughing: "Li Minglou, it's not whether you think about it or not. If you go against the will of heaven, you will die."
After he said these words, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the blocked sunlight poured in like thousands of arrows. Li Minglou, who had just stood up, screamed and fell to the ground again.
The sun burned her flesh and pierced her bones. Li Minglou covered his face with his hands and tried to resist, but his hands turned into bones. The mountainous figure disappeared, and the voice was everywhere like sunlight.
"Li Minglou, you alone will cause chaos in the seasons. Those who are withered will grow in chaos, and those who are alive will wither and die."
Li Minglou understood what he meant. Her immortality caused many people who should have died to become immortal, such as Yuan Ji and Han Xu, which led to the death of people who should not have died, such as Yan Mao. This was someone she knew. No.
I don’t even know how many people I know.
but.....
She covered her face with her withered hands and looked at the sun, asking: "Why should I die and others should not die? Why should I be killed, but the person who kills me can live without death? Isn't it the duty of heaven to punish evil and promote good? Ankang Mountain
, Xiang Yun is the evil person who caused countless people to die, why don’t you punish them? Instead, you punish me? "
The voice above his head was calm and ruthless: "Li Minglou, you are wrong. Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and there is no distinction between good and evil. They are all born according to circumstances. Live when you should live, and die when you die. There is no reason."
It was natural that she, Li Minglou, had no luck in life and only had one way to die.
The sun shines through the withered hands, and the burning eyes shed streams of blood. Li Minglou can feel the pain of peeling off the skin and bones, and the soul and body are torn apart, so she can see herself again, neither human nor ghost.
, the skin was torn apart, the body was burning with fire, blood was gushing out from the skin and flesh, and pieces of flesh were falling off.
She is decaying and her consciousness is fading.
Seeing this scene, his voice became pitiful: "Li Minglou, it was an accident that you came back from the dead to see the secrets of heaven. If you are willing to forget who you are, you can set things right and return to the road, and you will be painless, harmless and worry-free from now on."
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Painless, harmless and worry-free, just like the last time, she lived a relaxed and carefree life, but her death was a bit miserable in the end, but no matter how miserable she was, she would die. After death, everything would be in vain, and she would feel nothing. It would not hurt if she died.
Suffering, no joy or sorrow...
It's actually not a good thing to break the secret.
"Li Minglou, are you willing to forget?"
The voice echoed in my ears and asked.
Li Minglou raised his head, his hands were already withered bones, his face was probably burned to the bone, and the sunlight was like thousands of arrows, boundless and endless.
"Between heaven and earth, you have nowhere to hide. If you are lucky enough to hide under someone else's name for a day, how can you hide for a lifetime?"
"As long as you forget, there is no need to suffer anymore and you can go back to the shore."
A hand stretched out in the sunlight of Wanjian. The hand blocked a patch of sunlight and cast a shadow on Li Minglou's body.
Where this shadow is, the rotten flesh slowly recovers.
"Li Minglou, are you willing to forget?"
"Li Minglou, are you willing to forget?"
"Li Minglou, are you willing to forget?"
One sound was louder than the other, louder than the other, and one after another, the sound was like thunder, constantly hitting the top of the head, breaking the burning and rotting bones inch by inch.
Li Minglou wants to...
She looked at the life-threatening golden light and the life-saving hand in the golden light, slowly shook her head, and pieces of flesh fell from her face and neck.
"I don't want to forget," she said.
The pitiful voice suddenly sounded like thunder: "Stubborn!"
The huge palms were photographed heavily together with the sunlight.
Li Minglou screamed, and his rotten flesh and flesh were like mud, and his skeleton was like dead branches, and they were slapped to the ground.
"Are you willing to forget!" the voice shouted angrily again.
The severe pain caused Li Minglou's scattered consciousness to condense. She looked down at her hands on the ground, and the three gold bracelets on the bones made a sound when they collided...
"If I forget, why should I live again?" she said, standing up inch by inch with her hands on the ground, "it would be better to die."
"Death to evildoers!" shouted the voice, and clapped his palms again.
Li Minglou, who had just stood up, was slapped to the ground again. She raised her head and shouted: "Why do I have to die? Since those people can live without a reason and can do evil, why can't I live without a reason? You tell them no
Why, why should you do anything to me?"
The pain caused her to shed tears, but she burst out laughing.
"You, a monk, keep talking about the way of heaven and don't distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong. Then why do you care about me? Why do you want to put me to death!"
"Why can't those who deserve to die be born and those who don't deserve to die not be able to die?"
"Since I live, I can live! I will live!"
The huge palm stopped taking pictures. The figure in the golden light shook his head and said in a regretful voice: "Li Minglou, I don't want you to die. I want to save you. If I don't save you, you won't survive."
Li Minglou laughed several times: "Your saving me is making my life worse than death. I don't need you to save me, I have to live on my own."
The rolling voice was calm and ruthless: "I want to see how you live."
She retracted her palm, and the shadow that shone on Li Minglou's body dissipated again, and the sunlight instantly pierced into the flesh and bones of her body like arrows.
Li Minglou screamed and trembled, and his body rolled to the ground.
"Li Minglou, it's time to turn around and find the right shore."
"Li Minglou, don't move forward."
No, she will move forward and she will not look back.
Li Minglou climbed up and stood up...
"Li Minglou, look ahead, look at this world, under the great road, you have nowhere to hide, how can you live?"
Li Minglou looked ahead. Thousands of swords were hanging down from the sky in front of him, and thousands of swords were densely covered on the ground. There were mountains of swords and seas of fire.
She doesn't know how to live, she just wants to live anyway.
Li Minglou raised her foot and stepped forward. The sword penetrated her foot. She bent down to relieve the severe pain. The sunlight from the sky fell on her body like an arrow. She was like a hedgehog, curled up and trembling with blood.
, and behind her, a palm casts a shadow...
The compassionate Buddha's name fell: "Li Minglou, turn back and find the shore."
Li Minglou curled up and moved one foot forward with his hand. Just like the previous step, a sharp sword pierced his foot and thousands of arrows fell on his head.
She raised her head and looked ahead. There were boundless mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of her. She had to keep going like this.
How can we go on like this? Li Minglou lowered his head.
"Li Minglou, it's time to turn around and find the right shore."
"Li Minglou, it's time to turn around and find the right shore."
Sounds came from all directions. Li Minglou pulled out the previous foot from the sword with both hands and took a step forward. Tears rolled down her face. Maybe it was blood, or maybe it was the fallen flesh, it didn't matter.
Every time she took a step, her body curled up, but she did not fall to the ground.
Every time she took a step, she had to use her hands to pull her legs and feet, pull out the sword, put it on another sword in front of her, and step on it hard.
Only by stepping down hard can you stand firm and move forward.
The Buddha's name could no longer be heard. Li Minglou could only hear her own breathing. Her breath was filled with the sound of wind. The wind shuttled through her rotting chest with exposed skeleton. In fact, she could no longer see what was in front of her. Her eyes were
Has it fallen off...?
Now she is the same as Mrs. Wu, right? If Wu Ya'er comes, and she and Mrs. Wu stand in front of him blindfolded, won't she be more like his wife?
She couldn't help laughing when she thought of this.
She was holding one foot with both hands, and it seemed that she had moved, but it seemed that she had not moved at all. Maybe she had not taken a few steps at all until now, but it didn't matter, she was still standing and moving forward...
Until the moment of death.
Li Minglou lowered her head and looked at her feet. The feet were penetrated, and there was fire burning in the flesh, and black smoke came out. She reached out and patted her feet, and then moved her feet forward. The originally flat ground in front of her instantly
A layer of gleaming sharp arrows emerged...
Li Minglou stepped on her foot hard. This time, the sharp arrow did not penetrate her foot, but suddenly disappeared.
Li Minglou's foot stepped on the ground. Although the pain was numb, it was also more sensitive. Doesn't his foot hurt?
She was stunned for a moment, looking at the ground. Not only her feet, but also the sharp arrows around her were retracting. The fire was extinguished. She raised her head, and there was less sunlight, and a shadow covered her.
It wasn't a palm. Li Minglou looked back, and the palm was still behind her. She looked up at the sky, and among the thousands of golden lights, there was a dark cloud. There was more than one dark cloud, and there were more dark clouds floating from all directions.
The golden light was blocked by dark clouds...
Is it cloudy? The sun is blocked?
Li Minglou couldn't help but stand up. Although the dark clouds did not block all the sunlight, half of the mountain of swords and sea of fire in front of him had disappeared. At least he could walk.
What's going on?
"Madam, many people from Yizhou, Guangzhou Prefecture, have come to see Madam off."
The sound of the bag rang in my ears.
In an instant, the golden sword burned, the bones and flesh rotted, the mountain-like figure, the recurring Buddha's name, and the painful breathing disappeared.