There are too many births, old ages, sicknesses and deaths in this world, too many unwanted, too much love and parting, and too many resentments.

What I can meet is fate, and what I can't meet is fate.

I walked for a long time, and when I passed by a temple of the goddess of the devil, I remembered the legend:

"Legend has it that in ancient times, a Buddha was born in the city of Wangsha and a celebration was held. Five hundred people met a pregnant woman on their way to the meeting. The woman accompanied her, but she had a miscarriage halfway through, and all 500 people left her. The woman swore a poisonous oath that in the next life, she would be reborn in the city of Wangshe and eat all the children in the city. Later, she really fulfilled her vow, and after being reincarnated in the city of Wangshe, she gave birth to 500 children, and captured the children in the city every day to eat them. When Shakyamuni heard about this, he hid one of her children while she was away. After the devil came back, she couldn't find it, and finally had to ask Shakya for help. Shakya persuaded her to compare her heart to her heart, and sure enough, she persuaded the ghost son and mother, so that she had an epiphany and became one of the Dharma protectors. ”

This is a story about enlightenment, and the ghost son and mother god finally turned back to the shore and became a Buddha on the ground. But what about the child she miscarried?

I looked at the temple of the Devil's Mother and thought of the child who had suffered a lifetime, but before he could see the world, he was stillborn. For him, life is a natural and man-made disaster.

I have always felt that there are no innocent people in this world, except children. Because children are always forced to accept.

I thought, about the bitter tears of death, I should go to the child, I want to make a cup of sorrow for him, I want him to be like an ordinary child in the next life, born and live well.

I have always been running around time and space looking for the Seven Bitter Tears, and after so long, I have also successfully collected the Three Bitter Tears of Birth, Old Age, and Illness. Every time, I feel like I've gone through a reincarnation, and every time, I'm hurting myself and going back to my nest to silently digest everything I've experienced.

I'm always helpless, in every story, I know the ending, but I can't change the ending. Just like now, standing next to the ghost mother goddess and watching her miscarry, I can't bear it. I didn't dare to make a move, because every time I intervened, it was a mistake that pulled the story to the original trajectory, and I didn't even know if it was because of me that things would become like this, although Taiyi and Yingzheng both told me that it was their calamity, but who knows, it was also my calamity, and it was a hurdle that I could never get over in my heart.

I looked at the Devil Mother God, and she looked at the blush flowing from her lower body, and her eyes were glazed.

"Hahaha......"

I heard the Devil Mother Mother laugh loudly, the laughter was crazy, I looked at her with a frown and confusion, I didn't understand why she was laughing. But when the laughter stopped, her hair turned gray and her skin was old, like a dying person.

I saw the dying child in her belly through the eyes of heaven, I saw the child's young soul floating into the air, and I saw him at a loss, and my tears flowed uncontrollably.

The Devil Mother God looked at her dead child, she swore a poisonous oath, and then fell to the ground. The child looked at his mother, as if he wanted to do something, but he was dead. That child, he died before he could be born. I sat down and picked up the child gently, perhaps because he had seen too many cold eyes, and my actions made him cry "wow". His tears made me feel even more guilty, he didn't know that I was the one who stood by and watched. I held him to the Devil Mother Goddess, and the two souls snuggled together, leaving tears of death.

In fact, their tears are mixed too much, and the children have the fear of death, the doubts about life, and the love for their mother. And the ghost mother god, she carries resentment towards people, unwillingness to die, and love for children. I gathered their tears, concocted their wounds, and gave them to drink.

I sometimes feel like I'm helping them with a purpose, that I need something that is based on other people's suffering, and I don't really seem to help them, I just seem to be helping them escape reality. However, natural and man-made disasters, original injuries, I really have no better way.

"Yingzheng, let's go."

As soon as I turned around, I found that Yingzheng was not around, and when I looked around, I found myself in a temple, and the temple was dedicated to the goddess of the devil. I looked down and saw that I was empty-handed. I looked up at the statue of the Devil Mother God, and I didn't know if it was the Devil Mother God who was trying to tell me something, or if the child was trying to say something.

It seems that I am going to go to the city of the king's house. It's just that legend has it that a Buddha was born in Wangsha City, but he didn't say which Buddha it was, and I don't know the specific time. I went through the history books and scriptures, but to no avail.

It seems that this trip to Wangshe City is not easy to walk. But no matter how difficult it is to go, if you find me, I have to take care of it, let's go to Wangshe City first. With this in mind, I walked out of the temple. I've always looked at the road, and I don't know why this guy Yingzheng hasn't caught up yet.

"Don't worry about it for now, he won't lose it if he's so big."

I thought to myself, started planting the seeds as usual, and waited for the flowers to bloom.

I went back to the temple to practice while the flowers bloomed, and it was increasingly important for me to improve my skills because I always felt that the danger was getting closer.

After breaking through hell, my piano skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and I have a thorough understanding of adding Zen sounds to the sound of the piano to deal with demons, monsters, and ghosts.

I practice the piano day and night, after my sister, I always feel tasteless about the food made by others, I am a fairy, this time I really don't talk about the food in the world.

After sitting in the temple for a few months, Yingzheng still didn't come, the seeds I put had already bloomed, and I decided to go first.

I went to Wangshe City with the help of flowers, and as soon as I landed, I found that Yingzheng was behind me, and he should be the same thing as me with the front foot and the back foot, and it was also with the help of my seeds. I angrily asked:

"Yingzheng, where did you die after so long?"

How do I know that Yingzheng is more angry than me, he said angrily:

"I've always been there, I'm waiting for you to come back to me, but you're going to go by yourself."

Seeing him as a child, I couldn't help it.

"Yingzheng, you stingy ghost, didn't I just pretend to be angry and didn't wait for you? You are a big man, you actually want me to go back and admit your mistakes, and it was you who spoke in a weird way before I left you. ”

Ying Zheng didn't speak, but looked at me with a disappointed expression, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, I patted him and said:

"Okay, okay, if you really feel that you don't want to lose face, I'll reluctantly say sorry to you, I shouldn't have left you, okay."

Ying Zheng still didn't speak, but I have something important to do now, and I really don't have time to talk to him, so I can only continue to move forward. Ying Zheng followed silently, and I always felt that he had changed, although I didn't know where it had changed.

We searched for a long time in the royal house, but there was not even a trace of the legend of the devil and the mother goddess, and I even wondered if the legend was made up. However, as one of the 20 heavens that protect the Dharma, the Devil Mother God is real in the Buddha realm, and the legend is also prevalent in Bodhi, so there should be no falsehood. Perhaps, I should find a temple and find an old monk to ask for advice.