'There were piles of heads there, the heads of powerful people.'
Once upon a time, they came from the far north. They were not orthodox Chinese people, and were even enemies of China.
However, they were also born in China, and like other living beings, they are all part of China.
'Why the war?'
'Why do so many people die?'
'Is it because of us?'
That day, with his endless army, he invaded the civilization that had stood up from slash-and-burn farming and killed many, many, many people.
They hate themselves and wish that their compatriots would be exterminated.
Hatred, endless hatred...
They said he was barbaric, and yes, he admitted, he was barbaric.
There is no writing, no history of its own, it is always running, always killing, running from the east to the west, and killing from the east to the east.
Later, they were defeated, just like they once wielded a butcher knife and did whatever they wanted in the gallop, killing everyone, their bloodline eventually fell into decline and was eliminated by the times.
'Our journey ends here.'
Barbarism will eventually be replaced by civilization, and the fire of chaos will eventually turn into a totem and be engraved on the bronze tripod.
However, it was at that time that he met that person, a saint who made him want to crawl over, grab his trousers, and hold on tightly: 'Why should we perish? Why is civilization destined to replace barbarism? Barbarism?
Are we going to die? Are we going to die?'
'I didn't abandon you.'
'What?'
'I just want you to follow.'
'Or,' the man turned around, looked at him curiously, looked at the person holding him, and then said with a gentle smile: 'Do you want me to stay here with you?'
Leave?
Where is this?
He looked around, there was blood everywhere, corpses were everywhere, death was around him, and graves were behind him.
I don’t want to stay here anymore, I don’t want to wander around this place anymore.
He wants to leave, he wants to go...
'Come on, let's go together,' the man stretched out his hand to him: 'Let's leave here together, and I will take you somewhere else.'
Wandering here, unable to move with fear. If you are afraid, you will never dare to take that first step in your life. And without this step, people will never be able to see the scenery ahead.
'Don't you want to go?'
'think.'
'Then let's go, don't be afraid, I am here and will always be by your side.' The man turned around and took the lead firmly: 'I will not leave you behind, absolutely not, Jibei.
Mang...'
'Uh-huh!'
Tears left his eyes, and he walked forward. Because he was afraid of bumping into him, he could only walk slowly, but gradually he found that the distance between him and him became farther, so he quickened his pace, but still,
not enough.
'Wait for me! Wait for me! Hey! I can't keep up with you!'
'Of course you can't keep up with walking, can you only walk?'
Will he just leave?
Ji Beimang's eyes became more determined, and he took steps to run, faster and faster, running forward fearlessly and heartily.
No need to be afraid anymore, no need to worry about anything anymore.
Because that person is in front, because he said that he will never abandon himself, because behind him, under the footsteps that are constantly chasing his back, is his grassland without boundaries.
"Mr. Overturning Mountains and Seas," Jibei Mang rushed towards the ferocious beast ahead, invincible and unstoppable: "Are you still waiting for me in front?"
Ji Beimang smiled. Even though his body was being eaten by ferocious beasts, and even though his life was passing by rapidly, there was still no trace of sadness or regret on his face, because he was just running to catch up with that person.
"What is this place?"
In the hazy world, memories and historical trajectories passed by him.
"I should be dead."
Baojiaxian looked at his hands in surprise. He didn't understand why he appeared here. It was obvious that he had exhausted all his potential and tried his best to activate Kunxu Ancestor's secret method.
"So this is the afterlife, the afterlife?"
Bao Jiaxian once heard the legend of the afterlife told by Shi Haogui, but he only thought it was a fairy tale. He didn't expect...
"No, that's not right."
Although he didn't know what was going on, there seemed to be a voice telling him that this was not after death: "This is not after death, this is, here, is..."
Bao Jiaxian raised his head, and he saw a door. It was huge and majestic. It was clearly standing there, so majestic, but he couldn't see clearly. It seemed like it was in an infinite place, no, it was farther than infinity.
, beyond infinity.
"Stand up, my countrymen!"
"The ancient people will never kowtow to anyone again!"
The earth-shattering sound came from the sky covered with dark clouds. Baojiaxian turned around and saw a statue.
It was a majestic man. His chest was broken, but he didn't care. He raised his hand high, and what he held in his hand was his own heart: "If you are afraid of moving forward, then follow this bloody light."
"Fengtian Palace..."
Under Bao Jiaxian's gaze, the sculpture gradually became older and began to break. Before it fell, Bao Jiaxian heard an old and tragic sigh: "I have dedicated my whole life to what I have created."
A job and a career that I love.”
"I know, this is what you are thinking."
Baojiaxian could understand the thoughts of Fentian Palace: "But then, I have tried my best. I followed your thoughts and dedicated my life to the Buddhist city and the cause of reforming the old soldiers.
!”
"I gave it my all!"
"But then what?!"
Bao Jiaxian questioned the broken and fallen statue: "After I die, the Buddha City will still be the same Buddha City. The people of Fucheng will still be bullied by others, and they will return to the chaos they once were. I protected them for a while, but what happens later?
?What should I do after that?”
He is already dead. For the faith in his heart, he persisted until the end. According to the guiding ideology of Fentian Palace, he devoted all his energy and efforts to the cause he loved and pursued.
but...
"Can't you give me an answer?"
What he is pursuing and the answer he wants is not Burning Heaven Palace!
Baojiaxian stepped forward and walked forward. He crossed the first statue, the figure of Fentian Palace, and then saw the second sculpture behind Fentian Palace.
"Let go of hatred and look at things from a different perspective, and maybe you can see a different scenery."
Looking at this statue, Bao Jiaxian murmured: "It's overwhelming."
That was a young man who opened his arms like his father's hands, broad and tolerant, embracing everyone with fraternity and kindness, impartial and fair: "Seek common ground while reserving differences, and live in peace."
"The world only knows mountains and seas because they can only see what they want to see, but they don't know that there are mountains and seas upside down. Who has ever seen themselves upside down with the eyes of mountains and seas?"
If you don't know the pain of others, you will never know the sorrow of killing and discrimination. If your butt determines your head, you will never be fair and just.
Bao Jiaxian did it. Following Shanhai's teachings, he tolerated the Shanhai people from the bottom of his heart and became one with them, just like a family.
In the Buddhist city, mountain and sea animals and humans coexist in harmony with each other. Isn't this the world in Baojiaxian's dream?
But since the dream has been realized, why are you still afraid?
Because you are afraid of losing, you want to get what you don’t have, and you are afraid of losing what you have.
"Can't you give me an answer? It's overwhelming?"
"Boom!"
The sculpture that overturned mountains and seas also collapsed under Bao Jiaxian's gaze, but his footsteps were still moving forward.
And there, he saw the third statue, the sculpture of a third person that the world had never heard of, and even Baojiaxian did not know.
"Do what you can do today well. As for what you can't do, it may not be your fault, it may be the limitations of this era." This sculpture is also an old man, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at each other.
Looking into the distance: "In that case, why not leave this problem as a test? Sometimes, we have to choose to believe, right? Believe in future generations, believe that they will be smarter than us..."
Do everything you can. One person cannot do everything. He can only do his best.
Has Baojiaxian tried his best? He has tried his best, like Burning Heaven Palace, like overturning mountains and seas, but even these two great men will eventually perish.
However, just like the fire they left behind, it is inherited by Baojiaxian today and then resumes the path of greatness.
In the future, there may be the next person, the next reformer, who will pick up the fire left by Baojiaxian and become the next Baojiaxian.
"A spark passes by, and life continues forever."
Bao Jiaxian looked at the last statue, and then smiled. For the first time, he laughed from the heart and relaxedly: "Is this what you want to tell me? There is no shortage of Zhou..."