Behind him, Mo Yan walked behind him at some point, looked at the fish swimming in the pool, and said: "The Demon Elimination Rift has shaken, all the disciples have gone to the Demon Elimination Rift, the tumbling molten lava, the suppressed Demon Army, and the heroic and righteous senior brothers, once the Crack is resealed, the Demon Elimination Crack will achieve the prosperity of the Sword Immortal Pavilion." ”

Beacon looked at the fish swimming in the pond expressionlessly, his eyes moving with the fish swimming.

Mo Yan said lightly: "But none of these have anything to do with you. ”

Beacon said: "Why didn't anyone find out that you are a member of the demon race?"

The head of Izumo Mountain didn't find it, the master didn't find it, and the people of the entire Sword Immortal Pavilion didn't find it, why

However, he knew that he was a demon, and the moment he lured him into the path of the devil, the moment his eyes turned black, he knew that he was a demon.

But, why, no one found out that he was a demon

Mo Yan sat down, sitting across the tea table with him, like two friends who have known each other for a long time, he picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, the shallow green tea rippled in the white cup, he took a sip, and said: "I am a demon, but I am also a human, do you know what a human being is and what a demon is?"

Beacon said: "You die, I won't fall into the devil's path." ”

Mo Yan laughed, looked at the fish in the pool, and said in a cool voice: "Back then, I also answered that person like this. ”

He was born a man, a man born with a monster in tow, a man who was thrown into the river at birth.

His mother gave birth to him, and with him was his brother, a deformed, ugly little monster. Twins are not common in such a small mountain village, but they are not uncommon, but one is born, one is dead, one is a human, and the other is a monster, and such twins are quickly convicted of becoming demons.

From the moment he was born, the word demon was imprinted on his body.

Not tolerated by the world, not accepted by parents.

This is not accepted by the world, but he was picked up by an old monk.

He once asked him, Master, I am a demon, aren't you afraid?

But he said, "You are all beings in the world."

In his heart, he is no different from ordinary children, he is no different from ordinary people, and only in his eyes is he a whole, a real person.

But such a benevolent and compassionate person is not tolerated by the world, criticized by ignorance, framed by selfishness, and murdered by stupidity.

He followed the old monk and studied Buddhism for thirteen years, until suddenly one day a man dragged the woman up the mountain and asked the old monk who the child in the woman's womb was.

The woman lied, she said that the fetus in her womb was born by an old monk, and she said that she was incense in the temple and was insulted by the old monk.

The enraged villagers went up the hill, overthrew the Buddha statue, smashed the temple, and the old monk fell to the ground, beaten and bruised, but he always closed his eyes and recited his Amitabha.

However, his Buddha failed to save him, and his Bodhisattva did not protect him.

The angry villagers dragged him out of the temple, that day, the Bodhi leaves at the temple gate were intoxicatingly green, it had just rained in the mountains in the early morning, the mud was all over the ground, the mud stained his clothes, the blood stained the sludge, under the Buddha gate, under the Bodhi, he was like a lotus, let his fists fall, not moving.

(Markor Literature-)