"Am I God? Is his life and death really out of my control? ”

When everyone was gone, only Rakshasa was left in the empty Hall of Eternal Life, which was his father's residence, and the house was full of his smell, whether he was old or not, it seemed to have never changed for hundreds of years (Legend of the World, chapter 12). Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I really hope that all this will never change, my father will never get old, and I am still the young prince who has just returned to the palace full of revenge.

However, there is no going back, no going back.

The father is already very old and will die soon, in the short days, Rakshasa really doubts whether he can really let God accept himself as the emperor with the same surname, no, no, he must get this throne, otherwise, he is facing death, only with the same life as the country, he can get a new life.

Father, please hold on until the moment your son becomes emperor. The contemplative Rakshasa thought greedily.

"That old emperor is dying, and you still expect him to live a long life." In the empty hall of eternal life, there seemed to be someone answering the call of the rakshasas.

"Who are you?" Rakshasa shouted alertly.

"When he dies, the same surname cannot be king, and God will only choose another successor instead of you, who has worked hard all your life (Chapter 12 of the Legend of the World)." The inexplicable voice seemed to speak the voice of the Rakshasa heart.

"Huh? So what, even if my father only has a few days to live, I will prove to heaven that I am the most suitable person for the Emperor of the Firmament. Isn't his father also the son of the Great Emperor? Isn't he recognized by God as an emperor? Why can't my father, but not I, Rakshasa! ”

"Really?" The voice in the main hall smiled coldly, as if it saw through everything in Rakshasa's heart, "You are actually weak-hearted, the time is too short, there is no time to show your ability, it is not enough at all......"

Rakshasa thought moved, and shouted in despair, "Then what can I do, I also hope that my father will not die, I never want him to die, I hope he will live a long life, I even hope that he can be the emperor for a long time, even my father has sought immortality all these years, but now he is not old, how can life and death be controlled by me." ”

"Actually, you can, you can help him......" said the voice in the hall in a gloomy voice.

Desire is like a fire that can be ignited at any time, lighting the lamp in Rakshasa 's heart, and the voice no longer seems so hostile, "You can talk about it." Rakshasa pondered for a moment and said.

"You leave the old emperor in an isolated place, leave him to fend for himself, of course, he can't take care of himself and will die soon, you have to let him die a painful, desperate, and lonely death, only in this way will he fall into the sky and become a demon-"

"Bastard!" Rakshasa angrily interrupted the voice in the main hall, "If you want me to harm my father, no, absolutely not!" ”

"You didn't indirectly kill many of your brothers, why can't my father?" The voice in the hall smiled coldly.

"That's a demon, you can't be born in ashes, that's my biological father, and I'm not unfilial to this extent." Rakshasa waved away.

"Becoming a demon is not death, it is getting eternal life, your father will not die!" The voice in the hall said firmly.

"Don't die, don't die!" Rakshasa stopped, apparently struck him with the words.

"Fall into the sky, it's just that the process is a little uncomfortable, and then he becomes a demon and gets eternal life, once he becomes a demon, the ghost official of the ghost domain can't do anything with your father, in other words, he is just like you hope, he will live a hundred years-" Seeing Rakshasa's hesitation, the voice in the hall hurriedly persuaded.

"Don't die, live a long life?" Rakshasa hesitated even more, he clearly knew what his father's immortality meant to him.

"You people, you think it's terrible for demons to eat people, in fact, you are not killing people, what's the difference between you and cannibalism, demons also have feelings, abilities, and even difficult to age, you see, isn't the Demon God Day and Night Emperor good?

Isn't it immortality, the devil can bring all the things your father needs, and you, the filial son, have only helped him. The voice in the hall continued.

"But the father will be in pain. This is what Rakshasa doesn't want to see, although his father killed countless of his relatives, but Rakshasa doesn't want his few remaining relatives to leave in such pain.

"How can you be reborn without Pan Wei, when he becomes a demon, you will have a lot of time to let God recognize you, you are not yet 70 years old, in fact, you can still live to eighty or ninety, so you have at least a hundred years to change, isn't it great?"

"One hundred years, one hundred years!" The temptation of betting on Rakshasa is too great, take 10,000 steps back, even if the heavens don't approve of him at that time, he has also been the acting emperor for a hundred years, just like this, he is content.

"Yes, but your father won't live long, at most in a year or two, he will be taken away by the ghost official. A year or a hundred, it's up to you—" The voice in the hall faded away.

Rakshasa didn't say anything more, he sat on Shura's dragon bed and thought for a long, long time, and finally he let out a long sigh, stood up and shouted: "Come on, take Your Majesty to Biluo Pavilion to rest!" ”

Biluo Pavilion, a small view in the fourteen squares outside the Great Guangming Palace, this small pavilion is built at the bottom of the cliff, surrounded by lakes, and only a quiet cliff path leads to Biluo Pavilion. The scenery here used to be very beautiful, but because the lake was stagnant, it gradually became stinky, and the old people said that many of the women who died in the struggle in the fourteen squares were thrown into this place, or committed suicide here, so the lake stinks.

Thinking about it, it is almost impossible for Rakshasa to leave Shura here, Shura doesn't know water, naturally he won't swim and escape, but the only way out is a path to heaven with hundreds of steps, and Shura, who can't even walk steadily, can't climb the steps at all, as long as he finds someone to guard him at the top of the cliff, this is the best natural cage.

Putting an end to the possibility of Shura's external communication, Shura stayed alone inside, no one could go down the Biluo Pavilion, the lake was stagnant, and even the food was wrapped in lotus leaves and fell from the top of the cliff, and never had to be taken back.

Rakshasa believed that it would not be long before his old father would quickly fall into the sky without support.

In the winter of Biluo Pavilion, the cold wind blew in through the dilapidated window, lifting the dusty cobweb-like gauze tent, and at the end of the bedroom, Shura was lying stiffly on the bed, his thin clothes like a leaf in the wind, ready to wither at any time. At this time, Shura was cold, hungry and angry, the cold wind had been blowing in from outside the door that had not been closed, extremely cold, so cold that in his blurred eyes, everything was so strange now, the stench of corpses wafting from the lake, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, and Shura clearly knew that it would not be long before he would become a rotting corpse, thinking of this, the marks on his arms couldn't help but be extremely painful, and his consciousness gradually blurred, flashing out one by one, but disappearing one by one, No matter how much Shura catches it, he can't catch it.

"Shuangshiro, where are you?" This is the nickname of Rakshasa, I still remember that he is the forty-ninth son of Shura, seven seven forty-nine, so the rank of Rakshasa is also called Double Seven, and Shura always called him so affectionately back then. However, time has passed, and now the aging Shura wants to call his name helplessly, and he still hopes that his son can support him again like in the Palace of Eternal Life.

The hallucination appeared, and Shura seemed to see the young Rakshasa, the son who was once extremely filial, and he would not leave him alone.

"Shuangshiro, my father misses you."

"Would you like to come and see your father? Father was wrong! Shura shouted helplessly.

I still remember that the young Rakshasa came back full of ambition, and he came up with a lot of novel ideas, but this made Shura, who had ruled for nearly two thousand years at that time, simply unacceptable, and time and experience proved that everything was right for him, and not something that a milky and dry boy could understand. So, there was gradually a contradiction between father and son, Shura wanted to be strong, but Rakshasa wanted to cultivate and recuperate, Shura was iron-blooded, but Rakshasa wanted to be gentle, they always said left and right, so the court gradually divided into two factions, and the courtiers began to be in a dilemma.

As a last resort, Shura took back his rights and turned Rakshasa into a tool that didn't have thoughts, and the prince became unworthy of his name, just like that, Rakshasa has been aggrieved for so many years, and now Shura thinks about it, but he feels that he is a good student compared to him, if he doesn't want to be so strong and domineering, perhaps, everything will change.

Another cold wind blew, and it looked like someone was coming outside the door. The man on the bed was agitated, and his trembling hands struggled to support his old body, and he kept asking in a hoarse and old voice that could barely hear what it was:

"Shuangshichiro, is that you?"

"Shuangshichiro, is it really you? Have you forgiven your father? ”

Finally sat up, Shura seemed to want to look forward to the people in the distance, but the old eyes were already dim, and there was only a haze in front of him. It's like a mist that stops in the air,

"yes? Yes? Who...... Here it comes? Shuangshiro, answer Father? Shura said breathlessly.

No one answered, but Shura clearly saw the hazy figure in the distance, he didn't give up, wiped his cuffs and eyes, and tried his best to open his eyes that had already been Tara, but his eyes were still hazy, in order to see who entered the house well, he felt out of nowhere the crutches around him, and used all his strength to tremble and almost climb up, he kept trying to walk forward, but his legs didn't obey the call, one of his trembling hands could barely hold the crutches, and the other hand he freed up stretched out all the way forward, It seemed that he wanted to touch the rakshasa who didn't know whether it was far or near, but Shura was too old after all, and he almost didn't take a step at all, but fell directly to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Shura coughed profusely, it seemed that his lungs were about to cough out, he wanted to find his crutches and stand up, but the crutches were still lying far away, Shura was in a hurry, stood up and walked a few steps, and he stumbled and fell to the door again, but this time, he was no longer able to get up.

"Shuangqilang, if you ignore your father, in this world, your father can't take care of it anymore, my father is so tired, if you are here, just help me." Shura looked at the Rakshasa who couldn't see clearly in the distance, and said almost pleadingly.

At this moment, Shura felt that there was a force to hold up the power himself, "Shuangshiro, Shuangqilang......" Shura groped to find the ethereal figure, but there was nothing around.

"Shuangqilang, Shuangqilang......" Shura leaned out of the door, and there was only the stagnant water around, and the stench was incomparable, and the confused Shura consciousness became clear again, because just now, there was nothing and nothing to see.

"Hallucinations? Is it a hallucination? Shura nervously leaned out of the door again, stretched out his trembling hand, closed the door he had wanted to close a long time ago, and struggled back to the bed.

"It's useless, the wind is arrogant, the wind is arrogant, why are you so old and useless." Shura, who was frozen in bed, thought helplessly.

"Well, it's better to die like this." Shura glanced at the scattered food next to the bed, but he didn't have any appetite.

In this way, Shura lay down for a long, long time, so long that he felt that his body was in an endless abyss, but above the abyss, he seemed to see another person, a Rakshasa standing on the top of the cliff, looking at him with hatred and tenderness,

"Father, you can't die yet, I'm going to let you live well!"

Thinking of the almost poisonous words when the Rakshasa held himself, Shura was clever and reached out to grab the food beside him,

"Yes, I can't die, I can't die yet, I'm dead, Shuangshiro doesn't even have any hope of becoming an emperor, yes, I can't die, I want to live well and live until the moment he becomes an emperor."