There has been suffering, and all beings have suffering.

Only when you have attachment can you let go of attachment.

There have been concerns, but there are no worries.

Teacher Xiao Jiang said that this is what one of his netizens said in the chat group, and he felt that the other party's words were a little reasonable, but not much.

Before his return, Qiao Shan discussed philosophy with him, and he repeated these words to Qiao Shan.

He said that Buddhism pays attention to letting go after experiencing it, and he is unwilling to let go, so he bursts the dog's head of the Buddha in all living beings.

But he also said that pain has a scale.

……

"How hard can life be......"

Thinking about this, Qiao Shan slowly opened his eyes, and the noise around him poured into his eardrums, some people were scolding angrily, and some people were crying.

The roar of the machine, with a furious aura.

The collapsed red brick wall kicked up a cloud of dust.

The smell of despair was in the air.

Bugs in the grass are screaming.

……

The dust blocked Qiao Shan's vision, so much so that he couldn't see the noisy crowd clearly, and he couldn't see whether the sky was clear today.

A pair of small hands suddenly grabbed Qiao Shan's ring finger.

"Uncle, I'm afraid ......"

The voice came from a cute little girl of two or three years old, but at this time she was wearing a filial piety hat and sackcloth, facing everything in front of her, her eyes were surging with dazed fear.

She didn't know what was going on and subconsciously sought out someone who would give her a sense of security.

The filial son wears linen clothes, and the brother wears a mourning hat.

Qiao Shan touched the top of his head and found that he was also wearing a mourning hat.

The memory of inheritance flooded into his mind, and Qiao Shan reached out to hug the little girl and looked back behind him.

The dilapidated courtyard was cleaned, the mourning hall was set up in the center, black cloth and white flowers, and there were several paper wreaths next to it.

The person who died was his own brother, the father of the little girl.

Yu Fei.

Commando.

Died at the border half a month ago.

This is the world of Wolf Warrior......

……

Ignoring the protests of the surrounding villagers, three yellow excavators manipulated their steel arms to easily knock down the red bricks and rubble, turning them into ruins.

An excavator quickly moved in front of Johnson.

A young woman in her thirties, dressed plainly and wearing a white flower on her chest, hurriedly ran to the door of the house, picked up the little girl, and blocked her in front of the mourning hall.

The young woman who followed her back was an old lady with gray hair.

The two are Qiao Shan's current mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

"I'm waiting for my son!"

"I can't let him come back and find no home!

！ ”

The old woman yelled at the arm pressed down by the mourning hall in grief and indignation, tears flashing in her cloudy eyes, with despair and unwillingness.

Today is the day her son returns, she will not leave, and she will not die.

……

"Wait for the police to come! Let's see if you dare to tear it down!

！ ”

The protesting villagers shouted loudly, hoping that justice would come soon, and wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were firmly blocked by thugs armed with sticks.

Corner edge,

Three well-dressed men had set up a makeshift table out of the dismantled wall panels, and were drinking and merry.

One of the thin little old men saw that the old lady was blocking the excavator, threw down the cards in his hand, took a puff of cigarette, felt that he had lost face, and put down the cruel words:

"If you want to die, don't stop it!"

He's the demolition captain here.

With the attitude of the little old man, the driver of the excavator turned over his hat, stared at the women and children in front of the car, and activated the arm again.

The digging bucket pressed down towards the mourning hall,

The family hugged each other tightly and closed their eyes in fear.

Qiao Shan felt the trembling of the old lady's body.

He broke free from the old lady and picked up the scythe placed in the corner beside him, and the anger in his chest ignited:

"Fuck you!

！ ”

Bang!

The scythe came out of his hand and directly shattered the front glass of the excavator, the sickle head penetrated the glass, the tip of the knife pressed against the driver's eyebrows, and a wisp of blood slipped down.

The driver was so frightened that his body was sluggish, and Tong Kong trembled.

He didn't even dare to reach out and touch his forehead.

At the same time, a crowbar appeared from the side and reluctantly knocked the boom cylinder of the excavator.

"Auntie ......"

"Sister-in-law......"

"We sent Xiaofei back......"

Four comrades dressed in green and wearing military caps stood in a row, standing straight, with grief in their eyes that could not be concealed.

"Salute!"

Stand upright and salute.

It represents their greatest respect for the family in front of them.

……

The old lady looked at the urn in the arms of one of the comrades with grief-stricken eyes, and slowly moved her steps, exerting all her strength with every step.

The sister-in-law hugged the little girl tightly, covered her mouth, and didn't dare to cry loudly.

It's back!

He's back!

Qiao Shan took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid qi in his chest fiercely, and turned his head to look at the intersection, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

The three leaders sitting at the intersection rushed over menacingly, and the little old man who took the lead took out a pistol from his waist and scolded on the head of one of the comrades:

"Donkey balls and horses, they really take themselves seriously, right?!"

The flattery of his subordinates on weekdays and the support of the forces behind him made him not take the identities of the four comrades into account.

But it was clear that his arrogance was on the wrong occasion.

Cold.

Qiao Shan recognized the other party.

The comrade who was pointed at a pistol.

……

Unload the gun, kick the leg!

Coherent!

Before the demolition captain could react, he screamed and flew back upside down, falling on the haystack covered with plastic sheeting.

After several struggles, the demolition captain held his stomach and found it difficult to stand up.

The pain of the strangulation overwhelmed the last of his sanity.

"Call me!

！ ”

"It's all on!

！ ”

At the sound of an order, dozens of thugs armed with sticks swarmed towards the four comrades in an instant.

"Yikes! Yes! Ah——!h

！ ”

……

The four comrades instantly entered the combat state.

Defense, attack, grappling, fighting, professional quality makes them not panic in the face of fighters.

At the same time, Qiao Shan also moved, kicked out, and directly kicked a strong man who came up to hit the urn in the old lady's arms with a stick!

I only heard the sound of the card.

A heart-rending scream instantly resounded throughout the village.

"Ahh

！ ”

"My legs! My leg!

！ ”

The strong man slumped to the ground, holding his broken thigh, revealing his bones, and screamed in pain.

However, the scene was chaotic, and although his tragic situation frightened the thugs who rushed to the front, the people who rushed up behind could not see it.

The crowd was still rushing towards the courtyard.

Qiao Shan took two steps back, took the urn that fell from the old lady's hand, and helped her to hide in the mourning hall.

The beckoning stick hit Qiao Shan's back with a muffled sound.

At this moment, a figure rushed in, blocking behind Qiao Shan, punching and kicking, blocking all the thugs.

Qiao Shan helped the old lady into the courtyard gate, and the young woman stepped forward to hurriedly support her.

"My son!"

"My son ......"

The old lady was unaware of the chaotic fight, and when she saw that the urn was still intact in Qiao Shan's arms, she suddenly felt relieved, and instantly felt that her body was soft and collapsed on the ground.

"Mother! Mother!

！ ”

The young woman held the old lady and took the urn from Qiao Shan's hand, and tears fell again......

……

If pain has a scale,

Let me measure it.

Qiao Shan picked up the hammer in the corner next to him and rushed up again with an expressionless face......