September 14, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Leisure time can always seem so luxurious, and the days of gazing at the sun can be very short, and every day is so painful.

Wasted time.

Waste of life.

I can't understand what is the use of what we are doing, and how long will such a day last, and in the end, where does the so-called future exist?

Every day is a spotless scene.

If there is a change, there is no doubt that it is a mentality that gradually numbs and adapts. Other than that, the surroundings have not changed. Even if every day is busy, it is still busy.

I don't understand.

When did I start such a sour life?

What I yearn for is clearly that I should sit on a recliner and bask in the sun, see the warmth and coldness of the world and know myself, see the beginning of the day and the twilight, and spend every day quietly and far-reaching.

Exactly from what date.

Think so.

My heart rippled slightly.

Do women have power, do they cultivate?

It's really boring.

What I am pursuing is clearly the vast sea of stars. It is like a dreamlike scene, a quiet ideal country that only exists in fairy tales.

There will be no disputes and comparisons, and there will be no "pure land" of intrigue and cold-blooded killing.

It is clearly such a self that is beyond the world, it is clearly such a small and dusty self, and it is clearly such a beautiful and indifferent self. Since when has it become so, so vulgar.

Those who have distant mountains in their hearts will surely climb alone.

You've been so determined since the distant past, haven't you?

But why didn't you stick to it?

Didn't you always know that? Why do you want to deceive yourself, such a stupid thing?

That's the vibe.

Everywhere there is a fishy, filthy atmosphere! How can you endure it, degenerate filthy monks. It makes the clear earth dirty, and the transparent sky cloudy.

Damn evildoer.

Who will pay me back for what I have lost......

It has to be purified, this filthy earth. Since I can't find that "pure land", since the ideal country in the fairy tale denies me, then I create it alone.

It was a distant dream that existed in childhood. That's what has been bothering me and making me stronger. How could I endure it like this.

What a sad and filthy world.

Fantasy wakes up from its sleep.

It was pitch black all around, like a dark eternal night, and there would never be a place of light. The area as far as the eye can see is darkness, like chaos, endless.

It was undoubtedly the dream that had haunted me since I was a child, and the words from the demons that made me strong were also my beliefs.

The world must be purified.

To be a true world free from sorrow and killing.

I don't want to repeat the past, because it's too sad, hesitant and powerless.

The fantasy is the same as it was at the beginning, coming out of the abyss.

Go to a place where there is no light.

The murmur of the demon echoed in the darkness, the voice cold and simple, but full of pity and sorrow.

"Fantasy ......"

Fantasy paused for a long time, waiting for the following.

"What are you after?"

A voice in the darkness asked.

"Looking for the real "Pure Land", since I can't find it. Let the world become a "pure land". ”

Fantasy answers it.

"What is the meaning of what you are seeking?"

The voice in the darkness asked again.

"There is no sorrow or sigh, no strife and no despair. ”

Fantasy replied truthfully.

"What you are looking for is undoubtedly meaningless, there is neither a beginning nor an end, it is an ethereal thing, and therefore what you are seeking is an empty thing. ”

The voice gradually ceased to solidify, and the weakness in his tone was unreserved.

There was a long silence for the eerie night.

"An unrealistic pursuit, huh?"

Illusion stood in the darkness of the night, closing her sad eyes.

Yes, everything in this world is sad. You can clearly feel the questioning and roaring of the dead creatures. The cry for help of the living, who are dying. The wandering creature of the infallible, the voice of the dazed heart.

Splitting headaches.

He who has mercy in his heart will embark on a lonely journey.

There is still a long way to go.

You must put heavy shackles on yourself, so that you can not lose your heart, not go with the flow, not be assimilated by the atmosphere, and do not want to settle in the area where there is no light.

Everything you do is for the sake of nothingness. For the sake of the ethereal illusion, therefore, he will devote himself to the dark night, just for the illusory light.

Even so, I still believe in it.

The "Pure Land" is real, where there will be no dirt and killing, no disputes and no contrasts, and it is a world where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment.

Since there is none, then create it yourself.

There will be no sorrow for living beings, no unwillingness to hear death, no burning tears, and no helplessness of fear.

There is only one time for living beings, how can they be unwilling to fall in exile and loss, how can they lament helplessly in life and death, and how can they drift away in joys and sorrows.

The illusion was seen again in the darkness.

The curtain of the past, which allowed him to be in pain.

Fantasy is incomprehensible.

If a living being is labeled as sad from the moment it is born, then what is the meaning of birth, where is the existence of life, and what is the so-called existence of oneself......

It's just simple, experiencing life and death, numb and cold in the infinite cycle of joys and sorrows. But the pain doesn't numb, does it?

How could the pain be numb, but it became more and more intense, and each time it became more and more intense. Therefore, the actions of the perpetrators of atrocities cannot be forgiven.

However, the self that has caused passers-by to fall into despair is also unforgivable.

I just want to give happiness to passers-by.

There is nothing wrong with you, you are good and strong.

But, why.

There are always assassins who come to ambush him, knowing that his strength is unparalleled, and knowing that he has a heart for the common good, and in the same way, his compassionate heart will not allow him to cause evil. I'm like this, what should I do?

But why should the killer and the assassin still be entangled with themselves?

Shouldn't once-in-a-lifetime lives be cherished? Even if they are wicked, they will be spared a way out of pity, but why, I don't know what to do.

Is this the viciousness of living beings?

Fantasy thought of the beginning, when he was young.

It was a windless snow day.

"Xiao An, come out quickly, it's snowing!"

came, and the still immature voice made the illusion slightly trance.

In the cold house, although it is cold, it can shelter from the wind and snow, and it is not easy for the immature two to have such a house.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

"Sister, I'm here. ”

The boy in the room was obviously in poor health, grinding some medicinal herbs, and his petite and weak body was slightly frostbitten and swollen. But the warm smile on the boy's face couldn't help it, the boy was obviously in a good mood, although life was hard, but undoubtedly happy.

He lives with his sister and begs for a living every day, but even so, the boy still thinks that the world is warm and can accommodate him and his sister.

Listen to my sister's words.

The boy ran out excitedly.

"It's snowing, it's snowing. ”

The girl laughed stupidly.

"Watch my sister build you a snowman!"

The boy smiled softly.

"Build a snowman, build a snowman. ”

Although the sun could not be seen in the hazy sky, my sister's smile at that time was warmer than everything in the world.

Equally warm is the expressionless alms of those who do good every day.

Although his face was expressionless, the heartfelt warmth made him deeply grateful, grateful to every kind person who lived in this world without difficulty, but with great compassion.

Although it is hard, it is undoubtedly happy.

My sister sometimes sighs.

"Xiao An, fortunately, we were not born in troubled times, thank God for allowing us to be born in this peaceful era, so that we can survive. ”

The boy nodded puzzled.

"My sister is amazing!"

The girl smiled.

Every night, the two of them will snuggle up to each other.

Although cold, although warm.

At this time, I can still clearly feel the scorching and hot warmth.

Phantom murmured softly.

"Sister......

Sad or unforgettable.

After all, it is the past, and even if it remains in the mind, it is just an unclear, faded fragment. But what I experienced at the beginning was like an eternity, and even if I recall it again, the warmth in my chest is so clear.

Fantasy is deeply blissful.

So, Fantasy spoke softly into the night.

"Farewell......"

There was a slight sigh in the darkness of the night.

"We're not going to see each other, aren't we?"

Fantasy said truthfully.

"Hmm. ”

The breath transmitted in the dark night is undoubtedly warm, just like a sister, and the gentle breath makes people want to get closer, want more.

But I can't do that.

An affirmative reply came from the darkness of the night.

"We'll see you again. ”

Fantasy shook his head.

"Farewell......"

The night fell silent.

In the next moment, the dark night around the fantasy all faded, like an ocean, rolling away.

The sound that reverberates in the light is still quaint and vicissitudes.

"We ...... We'll see each other after all. ”

The illusion watched the night fade away, and paused for a long time.

This time, it was trampling on the ground in the real sense, some hard, some cold.

Along with this brilliant daylight, it is equally cold.

The Demon Emperor of the Abyss - Fantastic.

Fantasy confronts mountains and rivers.

A spotless day cannot be changed. In this case, then, if you don't do useless things, this life is meaningless.

Just for the longing that exists in the heart.

Just for that, distant warmth.

Sad and painful, warm.

What makes people can't help but sink into it, warmth.

Memories still do not fade and are warm.