Suddenly, a gorgeous picture unfolded on the calm surface of the lake, like a huge projection screen.

I saw the tallest building in the green space, the bustling city, the children playing on the shore, the towering Ferris wheel iron frame, the speeding roller coaster, and the colorful merry-go-round......

"Hahahaha, hee-hee, hahahaha......" The cheerful laughter of children sounded in my ears, and everything seemed to return to the distant modern age.

I was momentarily puzzled, wondering how the scenery of Jinan City, in the past and in the present, could suddenly be reflected on the same lake.

Baihua Causeway is eternal, although the people walking on the embankment are different, but the foot is stepping on the same stone causeway, and its founder is always the Tang Dynasty Zeng Gong, so this three-mile causeway is also respected by the world as "Zeng Causeway".

"Where am I at this moment? In the city of Jinan, where the smoke of World War II was everywhere? In the city of Jinan, where the country and the people are peaceful and harmonious? Seventy years apart, am I the same person? If I die with the Japanese invaders at this moment, will there still be me unscathed after 70 years?" Many questions swirled in my mind, but I could not find an answer.

The lake wind blew, and the branches of the two giant trees danced and rattled together.

"Don't try to escape, you can't go. I turned my head to look at the angler.

He embroiled himself in a great tragedy, and since he chose to practice through a tree, he was turning himself into a tree, and life and the tree were inseparable until the practice was successful.

"You're not...... You are not a thaumaturgist in Jinan...... They couldn't see through my ...... Psychedelic ......" His voice was hoarse, his facial features were gradually distorted, and psychedelic magic no longer worked.

I have pity on him, for by choosing to join the ranks of the invaders, he is deeply involved in the war. The Chinese are by no means soft on the invaders, both ancient and modern.

"In the world of thaumaturgy, change is always there. You don't even understand this, so how can you talk about borrowing wood to practice?" I replied to him indifferently, and then slowly lifted another fishing rod.

The fishing rod is about 4 meters long, and with the line and hook tied to the rod head, the maximum attack distance is about 10 meters.

Similarly, the farthest end of the branch of the giant tree hanging into the water was ten meters, just in front of me to the left.

"We are not enemies......" he said.

I suddenly threw out my rod, and the line swept through the air, firmly entangled in the farthest branch from me.

"We ...... Uh-" His voice seemed to be strangled as I tightened the line.

"You're smart, but you're in a bit too hasty. I said.

In fact, he is one with the two giant trees, and his life is interchangeable. The tree is the man, and the man is the tree. So, I pierced the trunk of a tree with a broken fishing rod, and his chest would bleed at the same time.

In this case, if someone cuts off his head with a knife or shoots him through the heart with a gun, he will not die, because all I am standing next to him is a puppet body.

He was so frightened, so hurried and so obvious that the arm-thick, half-dead branch trembled, stirring up ripples on the surface of the lake.

When the ripples spread, they instantly shattered all the illusions I had seen from the surface of the lake, and immediately exposed his hidden position.

"You know, in this case, there is only one way out. I said lightly.

The sun is setting in the west, and the glow spreads over the lake.

The branches of the trees trembled, and the golden glow on the surface of the lake was stirred into shimmering fragments.

"Let me go...... I don't have a ...... on my hands Not a drop of Chinese blood, not a drop of ...... I'm just a practitioner who just wants to ...... Find a quick fix on Chinese soil, let me go, let me go...... Give me a chance...... "The Thousand-Armed Buddha kept begging for mercy.

I looked out at the lake and ignored his pleadings.

In war, the butcher's knife of the invader was never unsheathed by the humble begging of the weak. In many cities in the land of China, there is still a tragic legend of the Japanese invaders beheading hundreds of people. In every city from Northeast China to South China, there is an exhibition hall of evidence of the Japanese invasion of China.

The crimes committed by the aggressors are too numerous to mention, and even if they destroy the island nation a thousand times, it will not be able to offset the enormous trauma that that nation has inflicted on Asia.

"Please, so am I...... Victims, I'm victims too......" The thousand-armed Buddha's pleas grew louder and louder.

I knew he was trying to distract me by masking the sound of the water ghost troops sneaking up the Baihua Embankment.

"Every Jap deserves to die. "I remembered what the older Jinan people said.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. These Japanese who set foot on the land of the Central Plains with various purposes have long since been eaten by dogs, and only human shells and wolf nature are left.

With a buzz, the two giant trees on the left and right suddenly spun, and the hundreds of thousands of branches hanging down from the trees swirled like the braids of a dancing girl, making one roaring sound after another.

The trees don't move, and what makes them spin is only the illusion of the Buddha with a thousand hands.

I didn't move, I just held the fishing rod tightly.

The fishing rod is made of sage bamboo, and the bamboo rod in my palm is about an inch in diameter, and the distal tip of the rod is less than half a centimeter in diameter, like an extremely long awl.

The first to die under the fishing rod was a Japanese man in a black fishskin wetsuit, who had just emerged from behind a tree when the tip of the sage pierced the recess under his Adam's apple.

Immediately after that, the second, the third, the fourth...... I no longer bother to think about the good and evil of human nature, the right and wrong of killing, and I only think of the old Jinan people's sentence "Japanese devils deserve to die" in my mind.

In an instant, the blood of the water ghost army stained the Baihua Embankment red.

The giant trees and branches are still spinning, and I let the Thousand-Armed Buddha perform his illusions, anyway, with the fishing rod in hand, he can't escape the fate of the fishing line.

"Hehehe...... Haha, haha......" The innocent laughter of children rang in my ears again.

There was a crackling sound from the south side of the Baihua Causeway, which was the movement of children running barefoot on the bluestone slabs.

In the past, under the guidance of my eldest brother, the children in the neighborhood and I ran all the way from Qushuiting Street, barefoot and bare-bottomed, jumping into the lake from the Baihua Embankment, catching fish, shrimp, crabs, and clams.

"Now, everything is a thing of the past. "I was slightly distracted.

"Tianshi, Tianshi?" a girl is calling me, it seems to be Tang Wan, it seems to be Lianchengbi, or a childhood sweetheart next door, two little girls who have no guesses.

I looked south, and beyond the swirling branches, there was a group of people on the stone embankment.

They did not approach, but stopped twenty paces apart and looked at me from afar.

The half-grown child standing at the front with his waist crossed is vaguely the appearance of the eldest brother in the summer.

He is a well-deserved "child king" on Qushuiting Street, no matter where he goes, no matter how many people there are, he is always the most eye-catching and outstanding one.

"Big brother......" I murmured.

The Baihua Causeway is like an embankment where clues converge, stirring up all the past things buried deep in my heart.

All my life memories are closely connected with Qushuiting Street, Baihua Causeway, and Daming Lake, which is the hot land that gave birth to me and raised me, and my roots are buried here.

At some point, tears flowed through my eyes, and they began to flow freely.

If time can be turned back, I am willing to do everything I can to get back to the moment when I was with my big brother.

Brothers are like siblings, and every time they are broken, they will be in pain for the rest of their lives.

"Come out, come out, it's all over. The half-grown child, who was standing far away, spoke.

"How do I get out?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

"Come out of here, come to me!" he said, holding out his arms.

At this moment, it is as if I was surrounded by vicious dogs when I was a child, and all the children were so frightened that they fled in all directions, leaving only the eldest brother to hold on to the stone steps. At that time, he also asked me to "go out" and go to him.

Fight tiger brothers, go into battle father and son soldiers.

Big brother is a towering tower in my memory, as long as he is there, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

"Come on, drop the fishing rod and step out in one step, it's easy. The half-grown child shouted again.

Behind him, several girls were also looking anxiously this way.

I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could feel their concern for me.

"Okay, I'm out. I responded loudly.

Although the branches spun rapidly, after I took five steps forward, I was already easily free from the illusion and stood on the Hundred Flower Embankment.

At this moment, about fifteen steps in front of me are the shadowy people, three steps behind me are the swirling branches of giant trees, on the left is the lotus pond and reeds, and on the right is the water of Daming Lake.

Even though I only took five steps, the situation immediately turned out to be very unfavorable, and I went from being in control to being embattled.

"Put down that fishing rod. The half-grown child said again.

I still had my fishing rod in my hand and didn't obediently throw it away.

"Big brother, it's good to see you again, but I don't want to be in this situation—I'd rather you live in my memory forever......," I choked up.

He was my only big brother and I was his only little brother. Heaven and earth, within all beings, no one else can be replaced, and there is no third person who can experience the brotherly affection between me and him, whose blood is thicker than water.

The memories of the tragedy before the Iron Ancestral Hall have been sealed up forever by me, and I only take them out in the dead of night to look back.

The illusion of the Thousand Hands Buddha is very powerful, and it must be mixed with the exercises of mind reading and brain reading, so he can explore the deepest memories of my brain and conjure up the group of people in front of me to confuse my thinking and destroy my position.

All in all, the Thousand Hands Buddha still underestimated me too much.

Between illusion and reality, I can always stay awake and not go too far astray. Or, the reason why the illusion of the Thousand Hands Buddha failed was because I was in a deep illusion when I returned to the Plum Blossom Mansion. He uses illusions to confuse people in illusions, and his actions are completely wrong, like a drowning person trying to pull himself up by his hair - the idea is wonderful, but there is no hope of implementation.

"Do you think there's a chance to turn the tables?" I asked, looking toward the lake.

No matter where the Thousand-Armed Buddha is, since he has become one with the giant tree, he can only take root on the Hundred Flowers Embankment and cannot drift away.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the half-grown child shouted.

I ignored him and just looked at the lake.

The waves on the lake suddenly became bigger, the crests were high, the troughs were deep, and the clear water became extremely turbid. At the same time, two large floating clouds in the sky gathered towards the Baihua Causeway at the same time, and the cloud heads rolled and changed sharply, corresponding to the momentum of the waves in the lake.

"Come here, come here—" The half-grown child's voice became agitated.

I couldn't wait for the Thousand-Armed Buddha to respond, so I suddenly backhanded and put the fishing rod behind my back.

The sage was bent into a long bow, and I reached out and grabbed the line, wrapping it around my right elbow.

I believe that the fishing line is still wrapped around the neck of the Thousand-Armed Buddha, and as long as it is tightened, he will inevitably appear.