What is power? Power is a glass of wine, full of aroma and full of temptation; Power is a bottle of poison, colorless and tasteless, but it can invade your heart without even knowing it.

Power is a glass of wine mixed with poison, and if you can't resist the temptation of wine, you will drink the poison that power has sown for you, the incorrigible poison.

Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, the envoy of Lu Longjie, once drank this cup of poison overflowing with the fragrance of wine. Now, the venom has swam through every nerve in his body, tormenting him every night.

Ten years ago, in the fifth year of Yuanhe, in order to climb to the position of Lu Longjie's envoy, Mr. Liu did not hesitate to kill his father and brother. But when he got his wish to reach the peak of power, he suddenly found that he was not happy, not happy at all, because he had lost one thing, something indispensable for everyone, sleep.

It was a bright afternoon, and the conspiracy, no, murder, was quietly happening. Mr. Liu used a bowl of syrup to kill his father; used a wooden stick to end the eldest brother's life. Mr. Liu, who committed heinous crimes, was not punished in any way, and sat in his father's seat obediently.

In Hebei, in the fully Hu Hebei, people believe in violence and blood, and believe in the philosophy that the strong are respected and the victor is king. They don't care about Mr. Liu's rebellious crime of killing his father and brother, and they don't care at all. Their spiritual leaders, a generation of heroes An Lushan and Shi Siming, didn't they all die at the hands of their sons? An Qingxu and Shi Chaoyi, who were both murderers of their fathers, were not worshiped by them the same, and even became the four saints in the minds of Hebei people together with their fathers who were killed by them?

Chang'an, I want to care, but unfortunately, the whip is out of reach. Of course, even if the whip is long enough, they can't care about it. Because, at that time, Chang'an was mired in war, and Chang'an really did not have the ability to provoke another war. Therefore, Chang'an, who couldn't care about it, had to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and used his rising official position and honor to cage the ambition of this father-murderer.

Hebei, you can not care; Chang'an, you can pretend not to care. However, Mr. Liu can't help but care. Because, the nightmare, like a poisonous snake, entangled him tightly, occupied every dark night of his life, and robbed him of his once healthy sleep.

In the blue sky and white day, Mr. Liu enjoys the pleasure brought by power; Midnight dreamed back, but Mr. Liu was always exhausted by fear and torture. In this way, a good and dignified Mr. Liu was divided into two alive: one is the Tang Festival that sings and drinks during the day, and the other is a father-killing madman who suddenly throbs his soul.

Mr. Liu can't stand it, he really can't stand it. In order to seek peace of mind, he set his eager eyes on Shakyamuni's disciples.

Lu Longjie made the tooth gate, and suddenly it became a temple. Hundreds of high-ranking monks hired with a lot of money replaced the samurai who were strong and stubborn, and built a human wall around Mr. Liu, no, it should be a Buddhist wall. They seem to be the only ones who can comfort Mr. Liu's fragile heart. Unfortunately, although the Dharma is boundless, it cannot drive away the demons in the heart. The sound of bathing in Buddha all night still could not bring him the sleep he longed for. Mr. Liu understands that perhaps, there is only one way left for him, a way to redeem his sins: give up. Give up the rich and rival the country, give up life and death, give up the wine in the bottle, and give up the concubine in your arms. In short, give up everything and just want to be able to knock on the wooden fish and recite Amitabha.

For those who have repented of their sins, escaping into the void may be the best option. "A few sad things in life, don't sell to the empty door", cut off the three thousand troubles, and also cut off all kinds of earthly past, including heinous sins. Next to the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the former criminals put on their clothes, as if they shook off all the sins of the world, and they could seek spiritual peace and peace of conscience.

In Chang'an, Li You received a recital, a recital from Lu Long, and a recital from the Jiedu envoy who asked to become a monk. Once, Mr. Liu, who was unscrupulous for power; Once, Mr. Liu, who killed his father and brother for power. Now, all he prays for is sleep, sleep without nightmares. For this, he is willing to give up everything, including the power that he once loved you to the bone.

Chang'an, the Son of Heaven who was carrying the same sins, and Li You, who also couldn't sleep at night, thoughtfully came up with a question for another murderer of his father, a multiple-choice question of three choices: a monk as a monk, an official in a different place, and a pension in the court.

However, before the edict arrived in Youzhou, Mr. Liu couldn't wait to cut off a piece of his hair, as if he had become a monk. Because, now, Mr. Liu only has one wish left, to escape from this city. This city had brought him supreme power; This city had dragged him into the abyss of fear. Fortunately, everything is about to pass, in the near future.

Mr. Liu is afraid of ghosts, Mr. Liu is afraid of the undead, but his soldiers are neither afraid, nor afraid, nor understanding. They surrounded the Jiedu Envoy Gate, impermeable to wind and rain, and impassable, with only one purpose: to keep Mr. Liu, their leader.

At the critical moment, Mr. Liu fully embodied his determination, and cruelty: he once again used the power in his hands, of course, for the last time. Facing the subordinates who were struggling to obstruct, Mr. Liu raised the knife in his hand without hesitation, the butcher knife.

The night was dark, and the sound of horses' hooves carried away a man of sin.

Since then, the red dust has been rolling, and there is one less sinister hero.

Since then, in the lonely meditation room, there is an additional monk called Dajue.

However, Mr. Liu used his last cruelty to prove that he is not worthy of being called Da Jue. Because, he's not an enlightened being, not at all. What he repented of was only the sin of killing his father and brother, not the killing itself. At any time, as long as someone is in his way, he can still raise the butcher knife in his hand without guilt.

If there is a good ending for such repentance, it can only mean that God does not open his eyes.

A few days later, in Dingzhou, Mr. Liu was discovered. No, no, it should be the Great Awakening Monk. But it didn't matter who it was, because it was a corpse, a cold, unfeeling corpse.

Mr. Liu, in the end, still got the peace he was striving for, the most complete peace.