In Ah Lai's "King Gesar", the beginning says that the demon is unwilling to fight with the gods anymore, nor does he want to transform into all kinds of fierce gods and evil appearances to frighten the world and disgust himself. When the devil is desperate, he finds a good place for himself, that is, in the heart of people, and it lives in people's hearts, occasionally coming out to play tricks on people. It makes everyone think that they are fighting with themselves.

This is the demon of the heart.

Everyone has demons. Buddhism says that people are not exempt from vulgarity, fame and fortune are greedy for food and sleep. Greed, hatred, ignorance, and suspicion are the five roots of hell. But if people live, who can really escape the five things of fame, fortune, gluttony, and sleep! If you want to eat and drink, you will give birth to desires, and if people cannot control their desires, they will become slaves.

Like people who want to be famous, who are eager to get a lot of money. People think that the name is for my use, and the profit is for my use, and in the end fame and fortune are still fame and fortune, but the people who have gained fame and fortune have long since ceased to be their former selves, they have been enslaved by fame and fortune, and have long become slaves of fame and fortune.

Some people become obsessed with love and hate, love and hate live in their hearts, and the endless suffering day and night grinds people's hearts until the original intention of the person concerned is no longer there, and it becomes evil and extreme.

At that time, demons take over your whole being: your mind and body.

I began to hate him, we slept together last night, still affectionate, and exchanged bodily fluids, but now in my heart it is like two villains fighting: one said forgive him, he must have a hard time, and the other said to me, don't be stupid, don't you know what virtues men have? Big stars have enough time to be slept by, let alone you?

One said, no, no, no, he won't, he's not that shallow man.

But the other will almost immediately retort: What are you kidding? Are there any men who are not shallow? Or do you not want to believe it? Look at you, you can deceive yourself again!

One told me, wait, stop, stand, calm down, ask clearly.

Another horizontal knife immediately: Wait? Stop? Stand? Calm down? It's better to kill him, abolish him, destroy him, you can't get it and can't let others get it, he gave you the greatest humiliation, and you can't make him feel good. Grab the hilt of your sword and point the tip of your knife at the bearer. You can't be toyed with and hurt again and again, and no one in the world can really protect yourself but yourself. Except for yourself, the world is strong enough that they don't dare to hurt you again.

This world is a world of mutual harm, if you don't stab someone with a knife, you will be stabbed by others, you will be stabbed by others, you have tasted those tastes, is it comfortable? Want to do it all over again? You're the stupidest in the world!

Take up arms, and only if you become a poisonous snake yourself can you be invulnerable.

"Only when you become a poisonous snake yourself can you be invincible!" I muttered to myself, this sentence was like a mantra, I seemed to see sharp fangs in my mouth, whoever tried to hurt me, who tried to deceive me, who treated me like a Riba again, I must tear him to pieces, whoever he was.

I hate him.

I threw myself on the bed, tears streaming down my pillow.

occupy

It is said that the tears that come out of a person when he is sad and angry can poison a cow. What about Huaihai? What about Zhang Ruolei? Let you lick up the tears that are coming out of my eyes now, and let me watch you convulse, deformed, and fall to the ground shaking and slumping. Let me see, it was the harm you gave me, the poison you fed me with your own hands, and finally made me grow into a poisonous woman, and her tears can kill.

Drink the poisoned bar that you have planted with your own hands.

Until then, let me see your regretful faces!

The night is deeper. Darkness covers the earth, bringing it into the hearts and blood of men. I heard that the blood flowing in my veins was no longer boiling red, and the rhythm of the retort in my left ribcage was no longer the heart that was occupied and controlled by myself.

It was the poppy planted in my heart, no matter how much the flowers had bloomed, bewitching and romantic, at this moment it was only an oval fruit, and when the fruit was gently cut by a sharp blade, it would flow out white sticky juice.

If anyone accidentally touches it, tastes the ecstasy and eats the bones, and then can't stop it, in the end, the shape is broken, and he can only become a living skeleton.

I looked up, and there was a void in front of me. I can't cry, it's not time to cry yet.

Even if I know that everyone is going to leave me! Everyone is trying to get away from me! But what am I doing wrong? Huaihai, Huaiping, Zhang Ruolei. What am I sorry for you, and why do you all have to deceive me? Why did you leave me? Why do you have to say goodbye without saying goodbye?

In "King Gesar", it is said that how can the human heart grow demons? How could the human heart unleash such a huge demon to harm itself?

No, it's not the devil itself that gets into people's hearts, it's not the hearts of people that release demons and monsters to oppose them. It is someone who has an impure purpose, someone who deliberately planted the seeds of the devil in the hearts of those who are hurt by themselves, they are the biggest demons, they turn each other into their own kind through their own hands, and only in this way can the devil blossom and bear fruit everywhere, and this world can become a unified world of demons.

It's not me, it's not that I'm going to be a demon. It was they, they who sowed the seeds of the devil in my heart in love, hate, deception, any way.

The best way to deal with these demons is to become more vicious than them.

I stood up and hugged my shoulders.

I persuaded myself to be calm, I persuaded myself to be peaceful, I persuaded myself to think of everything for the good and not to get into the horns. But who put that horn in front of me and told me that if I wanted to get out, I had to get out of it?

No, no, no, I turn on all the lights. The lamp, according to Buddhism, can extinguish the stupidity and dullness of thousands of years.

If there are cracks in people's hearts, they should be like soil, and there are cracks in the soil, so that rain, dew and sunlight can enter, so that the seed in the heart can germinate, grow, and break out of the soil, and only then can it be lush and green, and the fields can be vast and boundless.

Everyone has cracks in their hearts, but that's where the sun comes in.

I shouldn't be cranky, I should

Trust him. He is my dearest Zhang Ruolei, he took the initiative to propose to me, and he didn't care about any woman as much as me. He didn't lie to me, he won't, he will definitely marry me, if we don't get married at this time, how can I explain to his parents? What would the people in the company say? What do others say? What will outsiders think of me? How can the two of us continue to get along!

Look at me, I'm really confused, what a fool, I'm really stupid to the extreme, if Zhang Ruolei doesn't marry me anymore, then will we have a future? Will they still be together? What people think and say, will he mind? He's already messed up two weddings with his own hands anyway.

The one who gets hurt can only be me. What will people say? Look at the second-married woman, I thought that there would be a little charm on the bed, and a little trick would be able to tie up the man, and the dew couple would be happy and happy, she even dreamed of entering the house, and everyone knew about it, now it's okay, see which man dares to ask her again.

Look at that man who dares to ask her again!

My ears began to buzz, and in front of me seemed to be transformed into countless people's faces and mouths, including those I knew and those I didn't know, all of them with their mouths open, and the spittle that spewed out of their mouths was like rain, enough to water a thousand acres of fertile land. There are still people in tears, who is that? It was my mom, she was crying at me, not talking, not saying anything, not saying a word.

No, I'm not pitiful.

I walked around several rooms with my pillow in my arms, and I was out of breath. Don't make me think about these things anymore, things aren't that bad yet. Nothing can break me, am I such a fragile person? I'm not. So many people want me to die, can't I come back to life? So many people want to see my jokes. The result? What I let them see is a myth.

I poured out a glass of wine, and the crystal clear liquid flowed down my throat for three thousand feet, my hands trembled unconsciously, and my head began to shake slightly. Uncontrollable shaking, is it because you drank too much? No, I'm not an alcoholic. But they kept shaking, shaking so hard that they spilled all the wine, and they spilled it all over the ground, and the smell of high-purity liquor wafted through the room. I lay on my stomach like an animal where the liquor had been spilled, and greedily licked it clean one bite after another.

Without me, all the voices, faces, and tears disappeared from my eyes. That's when I breathed a sigh of relief. The world is clean and quiet, and I don't feel dizzy in my head, shaking or not anymore.

"Which man dares to ask me again?"

Hmph, do I need someone else to ask for it? Do I need another man for me? I myself am my own king.

I raised my glass, and it splashed out of it, wetting my face like raindrops, mixing with my tears, and I stuck out my tongue and curled, tasting the bitterness mixed with the alcohol.

The smell drove me crazy, the smell paralyzed my nerves of emptiness, loneliness, hatred, and everything became clear and blurry, like a dream.

When Zhang Ruolei came back and entered the door today, what he saw must have been my ugly appearance, so that he

Look at it, let him be surprised, let him spit on it, that is the woman he slept with last night and said the oath of life.

But when he came home that day, he was squirting with the same wine in his mouth as I was, and he was stumbling on his feet.

That's right, you have to play a full set, I walked over to him with a smile, and he walked towards me crookedly with a smile.

"Daughter-in-law."

He grabbed my waist, he really knows how to pretend, I always say that he is a good actor who has been delayed by the family business. I poked his finger in the chest.

"Life owes you an Oscar."

My tongue is short. But I clearly remember that he lied to me, and I wanted to expose his lies.

(End of chapter)