Hui An stared at the lake, as if thinking about my words: "Lingzhu, you want to return to your original home, isn't it good to be an immortal?"

I thought for a moment, "It seems to be good, it's very powerful, but I don't know what I have no amount of power, no matter how many spells I have, what is it for?"

I suddenly thought of Red Boy, who would do whatever it took to destroy youkai, as if just to become stronger.

What about the little white dragon? He also has mana, and even has a good social status, but one wrong step, one step is poor, he is now just a white horse of Tang Seng, the so-called magic has become a luxury ornament, and he uses the most boring and simple labor to make up for his unrepentant mistakes.

The red boy and the little white dragon, one seems to be a debt collector, but the other is a debt repayment.

And I, following Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, just agreed to Lingshi but she had a wish, so it seems that I am also repaying my debts. However, I am not at fault, why do I want to be an immortal and come here?

Hui An is right, there are no troubles in the world, but I like mediocrity to disturb myself, and as a result, I have a headache in the constant problems.

"Hui'an, why are you so capable, running around every day?" I asked.

Hui An was stunned for a moment, "I am the messenger of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I should have done this." ”

In fact, such a person is really good, and only such a person has no troubles.

"Then why did Guanyin Bodhisattva do this?" I asked again.

Hui An replied quickly this time: "To save the world in dire straits, Guanyin Bodhisattva has a thousand eyes and thousands of hands to see the four directions and help people, I am her messenger, so the responsibility is the same." ”

"Oh?" I said softly, "but, how strange it is that the suffering of the world never seems to be reduced by this, just as you have never really changed their fate when you travel far and wide? ”

"Isn't that enough?" said Hui'an.

"You let the people who have gone through the suffering try to alleviate their suffering and go through their miserable lives?" I laughed dumbly, "In that case, why spread the pain on the road of the world? That sounds ,,,."

"How does it sound?"

"It's hypocritical. "I finally come up with a relatively close word.

"I believe that Bodhisattva Pudu is sincere, and so am I. Hui An did not agree.

"You see, I often feel that it is unfair, such as that good people live short lives, but wicked people live very long. ”

"Because the good man has achieved success, the Buddha wants to summon him, and the wicked, the Buddha is merciful, and has always wanted to give him the opportunity to abandon evil and follow good in the world. ”

I understand why they call the suffering of human calamities the suffering of reincarnation, because the mortal world is just purgatory in their eyes, just like they can leave the wicked there at will to change the evil and change the good, without regard to the harm done to others.

This kind of thought and topic weighs me down.

"Why don't you speak?" asked Hui'an.

"You're right, immortals are indeed better than being humans. I smiled indifferently, "But everything is relative, and the good thing in the world is that because of suffering, you can experience the feeling of happiness." So, Hui'an, you don't know what happiness is. ”

Huian was a little surprised.

"Have you ever had any pain?" I asked curiously, "Didn't you also spend your childhood with your parents and brothers? ”

Hui An was silent for a long time, "Those should have been forgotten a long time ago." ”

He struggled to open the dusty memories," There is one thing, Nezha was still young at that time, from the teacher Taiyi Zhenren, learned some spells, he went to the sea to play, and the third prince of the East China Sea had a conflict, as a result of the East China Sea, in a rage dialed his dragon scales, smoked the dragon tendons, the four dragon kings jointly sued the heavens, and at night kept calling the wind and rain, whistling and howling, making the heavens angry, my father had to force Nezha to atone for his sins, Nezha didn't understand anything, hated his parents, said that the flesh and blood were born and raised by them, so he returned the flesh and bones to them, and died of gouging the bones and removing the flesh, at that time we wanted to stop, but nothing could stop it, that period of time was the saddest time for our family。 ”

"Later, Nezha was resurrected in the form of a lotus, I know. "It's also a beautiful legend. When I was a child, adults told us about this as a fairy tale, and when we were here, we found that it was a painful memory for Hui'an and for the little white dragon.

When he didn't say anything, I was always curious. Now that I say it, I suddenly feel that it is too cruel to uncover the pain in Hui'an's memory.

"What I feel uncomfortable with," I thought about it for a long time, and found that compared to it, it was not profound, "it should be an endless class, an endless book, an endless exercise, and then the most comfortable thing is to hide under the book and sleep." "I'm telling the truth, this was my trouble before, my academic performance was not very good, so I didn't expect to do anything after becoming a Lingzhu Fairy.

"What are those?"

"If you go to study with us, you will understand, and I promise you to know what pain is. I laughed.

Then, Hui An said that we will stay here for another day tomorrow and then leave and go to another place, and then, we will go to Tang Seng and the two snake demons, so I don't know if we will return to this small city.

The next day, after doing what I had to do, I went to the teahouse opposite Yixiangju to drink tea alone.

From the second floor of the teahouse, you can clearly see the entrance of the Xiangju opposite. I think the red boy has long since left, I am afraid to see him, and I want to see him, no matter what, it can be regarded as an old man, and it can be regarded as an individual.

I came out of the teahouse, lowered my head and accidentally touched a person, and as a result, I hit a basket and spilled fruit on the ground, "Why do you walk like this, you don't have long eyes?" Before I could apologize, this person actually scolded him.

I looked up angrily, but found that it was an uncle, who looked very dirty and rough, because he was carrying things, and probably didn't see me.

"I'm sorry," I held back, there was no need to cause trouble.

"You broke all my fruit and have to pay me?" he said.

"I don't have any money," I was embarrassed.

"Then you can help me sell fruit tomorrow and compensate me. "He doesn't seem to give up easily.

"I'll leave tomorrow, and I won't be able to help you. ”

"I'm not a local, forget it," he finally let me go, picking up the smallest but still intact apple, "I'll give this to you, I'm unlucky." ”

I looked at it, and this is also an apple, isn't it? It's like a green date, and it doesn't look very tasty.

Seeing that I was stunned, "Why is it too small, this is given for free." "He hates generosity.

"Oh," too, with some thoughts, I put away the dates, no, it should be apples, "thank you." "Of course I don't, no.