That night, in the sacred, solemn, and awe-inspiring Guanyin Temple, there was an unprecedented scream.

That night, the male voice coming from the Guanyin Temple was a madness that had never been seen in this sacred place.

"Since you can't send us an heir, then you can leave some blood for my Chen family yourself!"

In that crazy voice, there was a faint hint of ...... Excited.

It's just that what is the excitement in the madness?

After that night, on the second day, there were many fewer people in the Guanyin Temple.

It's just that when people pass by the Guanyin Temple, they will still subconsciously show awe.

In the daytime, it is solemn and sacred.

In the dark of night it is terrifying, gloomy.

Every night, there are different sounds coming from here.

Excitement, madness, arrogance, and accusations, like the last madness of ordinary protagonists before the end of the world.

Since then, there have been two diametrically opposed sides in this Guanyin temple, one is holiness in the sun, and the other is dirty in the dark.

Everyone who comes in the night consciously covers their faces with black scarves, as if by covering their conscious faces in this way, people can not see the hideousness on their faces, and they can hide the ugliness and darkness in their hearts.

Everyone came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

It was as if they had agreed that it would be him last night, he tonight, and him tomorrow night.

People are lining up, and no two people are going to talk to each other here.

It was an order, a consciousness that was rarely seen in the daylight, even in a bustling metropolis.

Conscious ..... It makes people want to laugh, it makes people want to cry, it makes people want to ...... scolded, but there was no way to scold.

One day, two days, three days.

January, February, March.

It's ridiculous to say that Chenjia Village, which has poor feng shui, doesn't know the location of the Guanyin Temple, and the feng shui is better, or there is green smoke on the ancestral tomb.

Just two or three months later, the incarnation of Guanyin, who used to sit on the altar and be admired by people and made people dare not look at it directly, began to show signs of vomiting and lack of energy.

After that, the temple of Guanyin stopped for a while.

People expect miracles, and people believe in miracles.

In Chenjia Village, which seems to be about to completely lose its offspring, every pregnant woman is the last hope for these villagers who have almost fallen into madness.

Ten days.

Half a month.

One month.

For a whole month, no one in the Guanyin Temple came by moonlight.

During the day, there are always people who come to deliver melons, fruits and vegetables, and there are always people who come to shout and ask for warmth under the mask of hypocrisy.

At night, it is quiet, and occasionally there is a whining cry, and in the inky night, it is like a complaint, a complaint, and an accusation of an unjust soul.

January.

Two months.

Five months, seven months.

The woman who lived in the temple had a bigger and bigger belly and became more and more inconvenient to move.

That day.

She stood in front of the door with her stomach on her back, watching the uncles and uncles of the same village talking and laughing under the big willow tree at the head of the village, and when they looked at her, their eyes invariably showed a deep smile.

In a trance, she seemed to see that when she was a child, she and her friends walked on the street, and when their mouths were sweet, there would always be some uncles and aunts who would share the snacks they saved.

At that time, the smiles on their faces were so kind, just as kind as they are now.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

She was thinking, all this ..... What is it for, exactly?

She is not a god.

They made her a god.

She has no divine powers.

They should have known this a long time ago, but when they did confirm it, everything was ..... Why is this happening?

That night, she knelt in front of the statue of Guanyin, and stayed awake all night, for a long time.

She thought..... For an answer.

It's just that the answer hasn't come for a long time.

That night, Li Min had a cramping pain in her abdomen, and her soul felt as if it was about to be torn apart.

She didn't cry, she didn't scream, she was just a quiet ninja.

Dawn.

When the first person found her lying in front of the Buddha statue, she had fallen into a coma and was dying.

Beside her was a baby who was a little smaller than a normal newborn baby.

It's a pity that it was found too late, and a pair of babies have already been silent.

What's even more amazing is that I don't know if the villagers of Chenjia Village finally got a response after decades of begging to send their son Guanyin.

This pair of babies ...... One man and one woman.

She didn't die, she was sent back to her home in her last life.

That home..... The home she once knew was so strange at some point.

Her father did not speak to her, and when he faced her, he did not make a sound.

Her brother doesn't look at her, and when they live together, he never looks at her in the right eye.

Every time my sister-in-law saw her, her eyes were vigilant and defensive, and she couldn't read it...... Or the jealousy that doesn't want to read.

When her mother washed her face with tears every day, she looked at her..... There was a guilt in her eyes that could cause her to think about it.

It is often said that the people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies.

She sometimes wonders..... So, what about the pillow man?

She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

After recovering physically, she left the place she called home and returned to ..... A place that belongs to her.

It's not that she wants to, but ..... She had to.

That home can't accommodate her anymore.

She can't escape from this home.

That night, the long-lost Guanyin Temple ushered in a familiar stranger.

That even more perverted smile, laughing...... It felt a little familiar to her.

When did you hear about it?

She..... I can't remember.

After that, everything seemed to go back to the way it was.

A few months later, her belly bulged again.

The temple of Guanyin stopped again for a while.

Only, this time..... Shorter.

Just a month later, she was lying on her side in bed when the sound of the door opening suddenly woke her from her nightmare.

The next day, she heard the uncles and uncles talking about chess under the big willow tree at the head of the village in front of her door.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear words such as 'luck', 'male baby', and 'life', and she didn't know the specific content.

After that, a valve seemed to have been opened in the village, bringing more excitement and joy to the villagers' final madness.

After that, no one cared if she had a big belly or not, and no one cared if she was in danger.

January, Half Year,

One year, three years.

Straighten your stomach and wake up one night or the 'magic' disappears during the day.

The Guanyin Temple seems to have become a taboo in the village.

During the day, no one will come here, and at night, people wait in line.

Three years, five years.

Five years later, one night.....

When a man with a black scarf leaves and another man with a black scarf comes in, what do you see..... It was a corpse with a big belly.

He walked up to him, touched his snort, talked about his pulse, and listened to his heartbeat.

Oh, it's dead.

These four words jumped out of his mind, as if he was thinking...... Ah, it's noon, it's time for lunch.

Even, at that moment, I looked at her lying on the bed, her eyes seemed to be open and closed. A strange thought also came to the man's head.

Or...... Hot?

Hehe!

There are many interpretations of these two words: ridicule, disdain, perfunctory, and .....

It seems to be available anywhere.

Naturally, it can be used here.

Did he take advantage of the heat?

Nobody knows.

I only know that soon after, the people inside the door went out, and the people outside the door dispersed.

On the second day, the once solemn and sacred Guanyin Temple was reduced to ruins.

A few years later, the ruins were buried in history, leaving no trace.

Tang Sanfu turned his head and looked at Chenjia Village in the distance.

In front of the village, the big willow tree is growing vigorously, and it seems that it can get endless vitality from the ground.

Seem...... No matter ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, or ten thousand years, this land can provide nutrients for its growth.

Under the big willow tree, two old men with white beards and white hair gathered around the stone table to play chess, and a group of people with the same white beards and white hair watched from the side.

A group of people are talking and laughing, and the scene is ..... Picturesque.

Tang Sanfu felt that if there was a professional photographer to shoot this scene at this time, maybe it would be internationally, and this Chenjia Village would be rated as a happy village.

It's just that.....

At this moment, looking at the picturesque scene, looking at the vigorous willow tree, looking at the old people who seem to have lived for hundreds of years.

Tang Sanfu had only one thought in his heart.

He thought...... Kill someone.

"Want to kill someone?"

As if he had seen through Tang San's funeral's thoughts, Guanyin withdrew his gaze from a distance and fell on Tang San's burial.

Tang Sanfu nodded, unabashedly.

"I want to, too."

Guanyin's answer doesn't seem to be the three words that a bodhisattva should say.

It's just that..... These three words were heard in his ears, but they made Tang Sanfu feel it.

It seems that as soon as these three words come out, the Guanyin in front of him is no longer a Buddha, but a ..... Alone.

Looking in the distance, under the big willow tree, a group of old people are talking and laughing, and their lives seem to be happy and happy.

Tang Sanfu felt a sense of absurdity for no reason.

Buddha..... There is humanity.

Person..... Lost conscience.

What kind of world is this?

Guanyin looked at Tang San's burial, "Isn't it...... Confused? ”

Tang Sanfu nodded, and shook his head again, "Thousands of darkness and shackles, I will break them by myself." ”

Guanyin looked at Tang San's burial, "You have a good master." ”

Tang San was stunned for a moment, and looked at Guanyin puzzled.

Guanyin hooked the corners of his mouth, "You have a good master, and in eighteen years, you have passed on your ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth."

But...... What about them? ”

Tang San's eyes showed a little confusion again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but a sigh sounded in my ears, and Guanyin's voice sounded leisurely again.

"I don't like Buddhism."

Tang San was stunned for a moment, and Guanyin smiled, "But ..... But I still entered the Buddha without hesitation. ”

Tang San's funeral was thoughtful.

Guanyin raised his head and looked at Tang Sanfu seriously.

So, when you get the scriptures..... It is not impossible to leave Buddhism. ”

On the word Zhenjing, Guanyin accentuates the pronunciation.

Tang Sanfu knew that the true scriptures in her words were not the false scriptures that Tang monks and apprentices obtained for the first time in Journey to the West.

Tang Sanfu also knew that although the subject was not added before leaving the Buddha in this sentence, he could clearly understand the meaning of Guanyin.

So......

Learn?

Guanyin looked at Tang San's burial, "Once, I also wanted to kill some people, but ..... In the end, I didn't. ”

Tang Sanyu lowered his head and looked at Guanyin.

Guanyin raised his hand and pointed to the distance, the big willow tree in the distance, and ..... An old man with white beard and white hair under a big willow tree.

Tang Sanfu looked at Guanyin's fingers, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, the big willow tree seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

Under the blood-colored willow tree, a group of hundred-year-old people with white beards and white hair seemed to be aware of it, turned their heads, and invariably smiled kindly at the location where Tang San was buried.

Under that smile, Tang Sanfu saw ......

Hideous green face, blood-colored fangs.

At this time, the voice of the Bodhisattva was heard in my ears.

"They..... How long will you live? ”

Tang San's funeral was awe-inspiring.

He understood the meaning of Guanyin's words.

How long will you live?

Each of them has lived hundreds of ...... Or even hundreds of years!

And also......

ps: The four more broke out, and the big seal was happy.