When I came to the city of Wangsha on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in 589 B.C., I really felt funny and ridiculous when I looked at the people around me who were rushing to the Bodhi tree.

I stood in the place where the Devil Mother Mother later lived with her five hundred children, and where she would have a miscarriage. Seeing the ghost mother god walking in the distance, her eyes were full of expectation. Little did she know that she was about to experience the indifference and cruelty of the human heart.

I saw the Devil Mother God walking, and suddenly touched her stomach with her hand, and then she put down her hand and shook her head with a smile, she probably thought that the baby was kicking her, her smile was so gentle, I didn't see it on the face of the Devil Mother God later. The Devil Mother Mother Goddess walked another way, and a lot of cold sweat slowly broke out on her forehead, she reached out and wiped it, and continued walking. I saw her getting closer and closer to me, and the expression on her face became more and more uncomfortable. She clutched her stomach and pleaded as she went, but people ignored her. When she finally walked up to me, she fell straight down. I instinctively stepped forward to help her, but my hand was in the air but I couldn't move, looking at the painful appearance of the ghost mother god, I anxiously called for help from the people passing by.

"You save her, who of you can save her?"

No one answered me, people didn't seem to see us, they only had the Buddha on the mountain who was about to be born in their hearts. I was trying to break free from my hands, when a voice rang in my ears:

"Manzhu Sahua, you really don't change your life, do you think you're helping her? In fact, the more you do, the more she suffers, and you think you have changed something, but in fact you have changed nothing. If anything, it is just another, even greater tragedy. Think about everything you've done in the past, and you can let them go. ”

I looked around, no one looked at me, I couldn't find the source of the sound, but I didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

I stood on the mountain road, looking at the towering Bodhi tree at the top of the mountain, and remembered all the people and things I had encountered. From the original Nezha to my sister who was sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, they all reminded me not to act rashly. I finally understood that in fact, many times, when I try to change, I am self-defeating, in fact, what happened is a foregone conclusion, history has been written, and memories have been ingrained in my mind, and they cannot be changed. I used a method to get into their stories, but I was the one outside the story. The slight changes I made later, I later realized, were just another greater tragedy. And really, nothing has changed for me. No matter how hard I try to change it, I can't change everything that has happened.

Because I know that even if I do something, I can't change anything, because the ending is a foregone conclusion. I withdraw my hand, I should learn to restrain myself and not meddle in all this. I watched it all indifferently, like a passer-by indifferently not even looking back. I feel terrible, but I also know that this feeling is only temporary, and if I intervene, things will get complicated, and everyone will go through more with me, and then everything will come back to square one.

I saw more and more blood flowing from the lower body of the Devil Mother Goddess, until a bloody mass flowed out, and the Devil Mother Mother Goddess was holding the bloody mass. She stopped begging, stopped crying, and even stopped breathing. I felt her exuding endless despair, sadness, and hatred. Then I saw the spirit of a child floating into the air, and he was still a little confused. Everything was as I saw at the Devil's Mother Temple, and after the Devil's Mother Goddess swore a poisonous oath, her hair suddenly turned white, and then she died with empty eyes, but after she died, she still held the bloody mass in her hand, it was her child, the child who had not yet formed.

Two lonely souls were floating in the air, and I took the child to the ghost mother goddess, and said to her:

"Let it go, that's how he grew up."

The soul of the Devil Mother God looked at the child in front of her, who was also a spirit, and her body suddenly let go of the bloody stain. The two spirits hugged each other and wept, and I took their tears and turned them into wounds and gave them to drink. Everything was the same as what I had seen at the beginning, but the difference was that after I saw them off, I looked down and saw two tears in my hand, slowly merging together.

I disposed of the remains of the Oniko Mother God and her child, and it was all over, I thought I would be as uncomfortable as every time before, but I didn't, I felt very relieved, because I first rescued the child who was later eaten by the Oniko Mother God, and now I have helped her again.

During this trip to Wangshe City, I saw how indifferent people's hearts can be, the greatness of mothers, and the innocence of children. The funny thing is that I learned the indifference of the human heart, and from then on, I became the Buddha who loved the world but did not love anyone.

Because I've seen too much and done too much, but I can't change anything, I really feel a little more indifferent, so that I feel a little better and have more energy to help more people.

I looked up at the Buddha who rose into the air, maybe he had already seen through everything, it turned out that he really deserved to be the ancestor of all Buddhas.

I looked back and realized that I didn't know where I lost Yingzheng.

I thought about it carefully, and it seemed that I had left Yingzheng at the site of the ancient king's house.

When I returned to the place where I had been separated from Yingzheng at the beginning, I saw him waiting quietly, and when he saw me, he left with me with a smile. Now, we have no home but to move forward. As I walked, I said to Ying Zheng:

"Yingzheng, I think your mother may love you too."

When I suddenly talked about this topic, Ying Zheng felt a little inexplicable, and he looked at me and didn't speak. I smiled and told him the story of the Devil Mother God, in fact, even if the Devil Mother God is wrong in a thousand ways, at least she is a mother who loves her children very much. But I also know that it is said that mother's love is great and selfless, but there are always some individuals in the world. But I think that Ying Zheng's mother should love Ying Zheng, because they have been hostages in the enemy country for many years, but Ying Zheng is still unharmed, if it weren't for her mother's protection, there might not be a later emperor through the ages.

"Perhaps."

Ying Zheng said lightly, but his eyes became distant. I knew that he should have forgiven his mother in his heart, because I no longer felt the suffocating sadness in him when I first met Yingzheng in Huangquan.

We walked quietly for a while, and Ying Zheng asked:

"Where are you going next?"

"Hmm~~~, I won't tell you this question."

I said run forward, and wherever I went, I would be stronger to handle everything.