(This chapter may not look like much, but Benmeow is the story of an idealist who goes from caring for the people of the world to being discouraged and then reinvigorated.) Maybe you don't have a real feeling.,But there's some ideas in this.。 Write out whatever you have in mind.,This is the original intention of this meow to write a novel.,And it hasn't changed until now.。 ）

(This meow, just want to present the real end times to everyone.) ）

I am an old man, an old monk who stepped into the coffin with one foot.

I don't know how long I've lived, and I don't know how many human tragedies I've seen. I vaguely remember that when I was young, I was a ranger who fought with a sword, and I hated all the ugliness of this world. I kill all the bad people I think I should kill, and I save all the good people I think I should be helped.

What do people call me?

I can't remember.

But I remember very well when I first despaired of my meager strength. At that time, the world was in turmoil, the eunuchs were in chaos, the emperor did not want to forge ahead, the rulers only thought about the glory and wealth of the family, and the disciples of the Hanmen were crazy to climb to the heights and become the new scholars.

Hunger is everywhere, children are cannibalistic, and the people are not happy.

And me?

I slew with my sword, but I found that I couldn't kill not only the ugliness that pervaded the world.

I tried everywhere, but I couldn't save the growing number of people.

What is the use of this martial art?

What is the use of this sword?

So I wrapped a yellow scarf around my head and took my two junior brothers to lift the rod.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky! ”

The year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious......

Hey.

At the beginning, my Yellow Turban Army burned all over the land of China with the power of burning the plains. Officers and men who have not been in war for a long time are no match for us at all, and it can almost be said that they will be crushed at the touch of it. At that time, I and we all thought that "the year is in Jiazi" can be the real "good fortune in the world". When the time comes, I will take my junior brother and sister back to the mountains and forests.

As long as I can return the world to a bright future, what is my little contribution?

But I underestimated the background of the humble family of the scholars. It also underestimates the sinister nature of the human heart.

It didn't take long for me to realize that my Yellow Turbans were no longer the same ones that they used to be. The three of us are still the same as before, but the generals below are thinking about other things. Struggle for power and profit, and waste war. There are even people who want to replace the three of us.

We thought, as long as you can give an explanation to the people of the world, why not hand over the position of commander to you?

Time has proven that we were wrong.

With all their might, the generals intensified. They kept rallying the army. It doesn't matter if the people want to fight or not. Countless families have been separated by my thoughts, and countless wives have lost their pillars of their families. Later, they didn't even spare the children, just for the ridiculous power.

What can I do?

What else can I do when I have nothing left?

Soon, the vigorous Yellow Turban Rebellion was extinguished. I didn't resist, I wanted to see if those who were fighting for the world were as they preached. Each of them said that they would calm the world and let the people under their rule live in peace and contentment. Indeed, one of them, with his arms over his knees, white-faced, big-eared, did.

He has always said that he is a member of the Han family, but I know that he is just a low-level people who want peace in the world. The so-called "Han clan relatives". Talk about his idea on a whim. At that time, you couldn't do anything without righteousness, and you couldn't do anything. Later, in order to win over all the forces that could be co-opted, the little emperor really recognized him as the "imperial uncle".

But he didn't do well. Wandering, never staying in one place for long.

So I decided to help him.

The three of us brothers dressed up in disguise, changed their names and surnames to join his camp. I pretend to be a strategist, and the lupine scarf guides the world; The second junior brother was armed with a long knife and turned into the second brother of the lord; The third junior brother held the Zhangba snake spear and took down the identity of a person named "Zhang Fei". Scold. It's funny to think about the second junior brother and the third junior brother, they are obviously old men, but they still want to pretend to be young students.

Of course, we don't look old.

At the beginning, the lord slowly rose to prominence with the help of my three brothers and sisters. The city is there. There are soldiers, and there are good ministers and fierce generals.

We are also suspicious.

Gradually, the lord changed, and became a person I knew and unfamiliar with.

What about me? became a food officer.

I was disheartened.

That's all this for the rest of my life, right?

The world, the world...... It's just a joke.

Until, until the news of the death of the second junior brother came.

Lost Jingzhou and defeated Maicheng. In the end, even his head was cut off and presented to the lord.

I looked at the head in the box, and my head went blank.

He's dead?

The second junior brother who depended on each other died like this?

However, there is more than one piece of bad news.

The lord ordered the third junior brother to cut down Wu, but he was drunk and whipped Jian'er in grief and anger, and his head was cut off.

The second junior brother and the third junior brother are both dead?

Because of my unrealistic delusions, they are all dead!

Driven by my anger, I instigated the lord to raise a nationwide army to attack Wu.

And then he died too.

Seeing him entrust the young master to me before he died, the ardent hope in his eyes still made me cry after all.

No matter what, I can't forget the big ears that talked and laughed with us and really cared about the world.

Later, what happened later?

Ah, yes. I followed the last wish of the lord, regardless of the weak national conditions, and went out of Qishan six times. I thought, as long as I can destroy the Wei State, the world will be calm, right? When the time comes, I will no longer retreat to the mountains and forests, but will educate the young master to become the monarch I want. At that point, I will be able to see even if I die.

I was already sick, and I couldn't even walk, so I had to rely on a wheelchair to get around.

Old, weak, sick and disabled.

At this time, ordinary people are already recuperating.

But I can't.

Last wishes, dreams.

That's the only motivation I have left to move forward.

However, no matter how great my ability is, I can't defeat this thief.

I died, in the military camp that left Qishan for the sixth time.

This damn God, this damn fate, I don't accept it!

I light the seven-star anti-soul lamp, I want to change my life against the sky!

It turns out that I am the one who wins, and I am the one who loses.

Because......

When I woke up, it was 500 years later.

Five hundred years. Five hundred years!

How much can happen in 500 years? The Han is gone, the Wei is gone, the Wu is gone, and even the dynasties have changed more than three. Everything I knew was lost in the loess. Only the scattered ruins and the pale writing on the paper still have a faint memory. In people's mouths, I, the second junior brother, the third junior brother, and the lord's father-in-law...... It's just a symbol, an object of remembrance.

Is it really that hard to change the world?

Let the people live a life of abundant food and clothing, without worrying about survival......

Is it really that hard?

In the midst of my confusion, I found a new dawn.

Dharma!

Single-mindedly persuading people to do good. The power to turn hearts and minds!

As long as the emperor is dedicated to the Buddha and the people abstain from hatred and ignorance, how can there be any ugliness in this world?

I packed my bags and embarked on a journey to the west.

I want to take the Buddha's true scriptures back to the East and bring true light to the world!

The journey is arduous and full of dangers. The thieves and robbers who covet my old monk's bags are still secondary, and all kinds of demons and monsters are the real threat. Because I am the one who changed my life against the sky and regained my life, my flesh and bones are the biggest temptation for those monsters. As long as you can eat me, it is inevitable that you will make great progress in cultivation.

Along the way, I tried to influence them with the Dharma. But nothing has been accomplished.

Is my Dharma not deep enough?

Even simple demons can't influence people, can they influence more complex people's hearts?

I was even more convinced.

After going through thousands of mountains and rivers and overcoming countless tribulations, I finally brought the Buddha's true scriptures back to the East.

That's enough, right?

I'm still wrong.

I didn't expect that people's hearts would be so unpredictable. Time brings not only material progress, but also the evolution of the dark side of the human heart. Compared to those who use the Dharma as a tool to fool the people, the deceit and all the trickery that I have experienced before is not worth mentioning at all.

The struggle between Buddhism and Taoism started because of me.

The game between imperial power and divine power started because of me.

Am I wrong?

Oh, yes. I was wrong.

Without me, maybe the world would have been truly peaceful.

I retreated to the mountains and forests, built a small temple in the mountains, and waited quietly for death to come.

I am tired. Really tired.

This is a thousand years.

The sea changes, and things are not people. The hill where I was located was developed into a tourist attraction, and my small temple became a famous place. Many people know that there is an old monk out there, an old monk who is skilled in Buddhism. I don't know how many people come to inquire about the past and present lives. Even the law of immortality.

I'm speechless.

Countless people who wanted to live died, and countless people who wanted to live also died.

But I'm still alive.

I know that this is God's punishment for me.

Changing one's life against the sky and causing chaos in the world will lead to such punishment.

I am an old man, an old monk who has stepped into a coffin with one foot.

When will the other foot go in?

I thought so and quietly meditated on the Buddha.

Until that day.

I, an old man, an old monk, became a pig.

What if you become a pig? Aren't pigs life? Can't pigs practice Buddhism? As long as I am human at heart, then I will still be a human being. All life in the world is created equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. It is the human heart that adds class to all things, and labels all things and even themselves as three, six, nine, and so on.

Me, without that label.

The restless killing intent in my blood could not shake my heart, but was influenced by me with the Dharma.

So, I gained new strength.

One is the power that can bring peace to the world.

Whoever listens to me will lay down the butcher's knife. It is impossible to talk about becoming a Buddha on the ground, but peaceful coexistence has been realized. As time went on, my strength became stronger and stronger, and more and more people became real "people" again. I know that the "sound of killing" brought by the bloodline is meant to allow me to manipulate everything to kill each other.

I use it to save hearts.

The "sound of killing" has become a "fantasy sound", the power to silence and listen to me.

The irascible Bloodline Awakener calms the instincts in the bloodline and transforms back into a real "human". The people who were deceived and manipulated by ** found the beauty and hope in their hearts, and lived peacefully with all those who were supposed to be mortal enemies. Even if I disarm the power, the "good" in their hearts still far exceeds the "evil".

No one is born with a desire to kill, no one is born with a desire to die. Who doesn't love this peaceful life?

My dream has finally come true. A place called "Fantasy Village", a place that can only exist in fantasy in the last days.

Through my hand, I appeared in the world.

But I know that there are many, many people who are still suffering from suffering.

I want to use this power to purify the world!

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"Humanity?"

Why can't the monster in your mouth be human? We were human beings and are still human beings. Bloodline can't change our nature, only people's hearts are changed. Bloodline Awakeners are just immersed in the pleasure of power, and are manipulated by the instinct of the bloodline, but they are still "human" in essence!

My power can turn them back into "people"!

"Monsters are also worthy of talking about human nature?"

I don't know what kind of human tragedy made you like this, but I can help you!

"Blockade, Blackwing Archdemon!" (To be continued.) )

PS: (Next chapter, scattered light dust.) ）