Yi Nian still had a casual smile on his face, as if it was just a trivial matter, and said: "Yes, the other four people all thought that there was a supreme method of resurrection hidden in the immortal forbidden, but they only knew one of them and didn't know the other. ”

His expression was fascinated, and he said, "It is rumored that that mirror can seize the power of heaven and earth and lead to the creation of the universe. ”

Jiang Changan frowned: "Even so, how can you ever mention coming back from the dead?"

Yi Nian's face suddenly turned hideous, and he sneered: "Because I used it to resurrect a person." ”

After that, he quietly stared at every change in Jiang Changan's expression, and said, "What's the matter? Haven't you remembered? But you still begged this seat to save her, did you forget?"

Jiang Changan was slightly stunned, and when he was in a trance, he thought that his feet were like wind and lightning, and he came to him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to the center of his eyebrows:

"Wake up!"

Rumble!

Jiang Chang'an's mind exploded like thunder, and thousands of thoughts turned over the river and the sea, and came up one after another. All the memories hidden in the deepest part of my heart have been turned out, and a light curtain seems to appear in front of me, turning like a marquee, and the memories are rolling, from this moment to yesterday, leaping forward quickly-

The speed of the golden light flickered faster and faster, silently passing through thousands of years, and then I don't know how long it took, only to hear the sound of the wind intermittently, and the surrounding darkness suddenly receded, revealing a new world in front of me.

This is a poor village, with more than a dozen scattered mud houses, in front of which are hung a few worn-out fishing nets, and a group of scrawny residents who are worried about food and clothing all the time.

The village leans against a big river, and the river is sparse with two weeping willows, and the strange thing is that the bark seems to have been picked up by someone, and the winter wind is biting, destroying the shriveled weeping willow branches, and there is no life left.

The group gathered in a circle, their hands in their tattered sleeves, muttering to each other in a low voice, occasionally reaching out and pointing at the circle, some sneering, some contemptuous, others with compassion.

Jiang Chang'an's face was stiff, and the place in front of him had never been, but it gave him an extremely complex emotion, anger, anger, outright pain, and inexplicable kindness.

And in the place where I saw everyone watching, in a trance, the softness that was finally hidden in the deepest part of my heart was like being stabbed by a knife, and I couldn't breathe in pain.

Walking forward with the support of consciousness, with each step, the throbbing in my heart became stronger, and everyone turned a blind eye, and could not see this foreign stranger at all.

Squeezing into the crowd seemed to have used all his strength, and the scene in front of him was more like a golden bell beating in his mind.

Surrounded by the crowd and pointing at a pair of men and women, the boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, kneeling on the ground, ordinary looking, unkempt, wearing not clothes, but a few rags picked up from nowhere, "clothes" strung with rattan.

He is a beggar, and the cheapest person in the world is a beggar, but the one who is most dissatisfied with life is also a beggar. Because they will lay down all their dignity to fight the evil dogs for the bones, and even pick the bark of the tree and gnaw the branches.

They are smarter than fools, more rational than madmen, and more active than normal people, but there are always people who see them as fools, as madmen, as lower ribas.

This is the most important person to live, but the boy's face is pale and wooden, it is a kind of despair of life, the death of all things, the tears in the corners of his eyes are dry, two blood marks flow, and he can't stop muttering: "Peace...... Joy...... Peace and Joy ......"

The girl lying in the boy's arms was twelve or thirteen years old, and she was also a sloppy beggar, wearing a tattered red dress, and the moment she saw her appearance, Jiang Chang'an's heart seemed to be torn apart, and she was stunned in place, and said sadly: "Stupid girl, ......"

Xiao Ruoruo lay comfortably in the boy's arms, motionless, her lips were white, her body was stiff, and on her chest, there was a rusty blade, and the scarlet blood stained the boy's clothes red, soaking the yellow earth.

Everyone can see clearly that the little beggar is dead, and the knife is fatal, and there is no pain.

The people around him are still pointing fingers, and no one cares about the death of someone who has nothing to do with them, let alone a beggar.

They will only laugh and scold a pair of little beggars for having only one little beggar left, and they will only feel that the beggar is like a mustard, and they will only occasionally flash a trace of pity.

At this moment, a monk squeezed in the crowd, his eyes were like bright stars, elegant as the wind, but a little frivolous, Jiang Changan's eyes were gloomy, and the person who came was the Buddha Rulai who turned into a thought.

A man in the crowd quipped: "Monk, where did you come from? Why? Interested in these two little beggars? This little beggar is also blessed to meet a monk who can recite the mantra to surpass the soul of the dead and not suffer from death." ”

Hearing that it can make the dead not suffering, the little boy's eyes suddenly had a little brightness, regardless of everyone's surprise, he suddenly took off his ragged clothes, pillowed under the girl, walked naked in front of the monk and knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times: "Ask the master to chant for her to get rid of suffering...... Please......"

His steps limped, and the little boy was not only a beggar, but also a lame.

"Hehe, look at this beggar, it's quite affectionate, I haven't seen anyone go overboard for a beggar, hahaha......" The crowd laughed.

Yi Nian smiled and twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and chuckled directly: "Little donor, if the little monk recites too much, are you willing to go with me?"

Everyone is stunned, although it is a poor and remote place, but I also heard that not long ago there was a monk who had to turn into a fruit and go to the west and go, became such as a come, Buddhism culture is the time of the great spread, and now this monk actually wants to say that he will take this little beggar away, although he is to quit the five meat and three disgusts as soon as he enters the Buddhist door, but he is not worried about food and clothing, it is better than a hundred times a thousand times better than a lifetime in this poor ravine and ravine, and I don't know how many people have attracted envy for a while.

The little boy was stunned, looked up at the monk and asked, "Is this a condition?"

Yi Nian smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically, "You don't want to?"

The little boy turned back to the girl, his eyes were as gentle as water, but still deadly silent, and said: "A person named Huazi, who cares about the life or death of a person named Hua? Yes, be careful to speak so that you will not be disliked, and only by doing things carefully can you pick up a bone, I thought no one cared about my life or death, but the day this girl appeared, it all changed......"

He raised his head and looked at the monk, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the young man's eyes were bright, and the smile was full: "Master, I have never been afraid of the dark before, just like a handful of dirt in the world, and I will not be stingy when the wind and rain hit me, but one day I saw a candle of fire, which is more than the stars...... No, it's brighter than the sun......"

He laughed, "But now, the candle flame is extinguished, and this handful of dirt should not live......