The rain was still pouring outside the window.

The stagnant water on the ground is covered with the same layer of pale ripples forever and ever.

The aroma of the medicine became stronger and stronger, the bitter taste fell on the person, and a strange pain came from the depths of the bones and flesh. The woman looked at the white bag in her hand, and for the first time did not care about the pain all over her body, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

In her memory, it seems that someone once stuffed this bag into her hand: "This is the peace charm that my mother gave me, give it to you, keep you safe." ”

Who's talking?

She rolled her eyes blankly and looked around, the furnishings that had been familiar for decades suddenly became a little unfamiliar.

It was as if another image was slowly emerging from her mind, occupying her original memory. There was no such noisy crowd there, and there was no such endless decoction, she looked down at her hands, how could they grasp the cyan stick.

A teal stick? The woman was stunned, why did she grab the blue stick?

The embroidery on the brocade bag shimmered with a fine luster, and there was a pale young man in Tsing Yi crying in front of him, and the same person chattered: "Your Royal Highness, you must take care of your body when you go here, I heard that the place in Yu'e Mountain is very evil...... If it weren't for my poor health, I would definitely go with His Highness. ”

What is Mt. Yua?

The woman was a little distracted.

His Royal Highness...... And who?

A thunderclap broke through the clouds, and the wooden windows were blown by the wind, as if they were about to be violently shattered in the next moment. The woman sitting on the couch slowly tightened her grip on the bag, and countless painful memories flooded back, thrusting another completely unfamiliar memory into her mind.

The bitter decoction that can't be drunk every day, and the maid who has been by her side for more than ten years.

The bright red river in the black city, the ghostly fire burning silently in the empty hall.

The doors and windows are always closed, and the peaks of the rainbow morning glow are installed.

Tracing a brightly painted cup and a cyan hairpin that fell to the ground and was broken in two.

"Madame......"

"Your Highness......

"It's not good to be in the womb since I beat my mother's ......"

"You're the one who can save the demons......"

Countless voices came from afar, burrowing into her ears, like the whispering of the devil, disturbing people's hearts. She didn't know who she was, and she didn't know which one was real. It seems that a decades-long life is just a long dream, and you can neither go on nor wake up.

She frowned, as if asking someone else, as if asking herself.

"Who am I?"

"Boom-" sounded, the rain outside the window became more and more furious, and the sound rushed after the window eaves, as if to destroy the heavens and the earth.

"Who am I?" She pressed again.

The thunder resounded in the sky, and with a "bang", the cup a few days ago seemed to be shaken by the thunder, and fell to the ground and fell to pieces. The rain became distant and long, and at some point, the heavens and the earth fell silent.

A flash of silver-white lightning illuminated the face of the woman on the couch.

She raised her eyes, as if to see her surroundings clearly for the first time, her gaze calm and clear.

"I am ......"

"Yang Hairpin Star."

......

The doors and windows are also closed, and in the room, the young man on the sickbed looks calm, and his eyebrows are indifferent and beautiful.

The fragrance of medicine lingers, like an invisible cage, binding people in it.

The person on the couch looked calm, neither the pain of being tormented by illness nor the slightest confusion. His eyes were silent, staring out the window in silence, and after a long time, he finally closed his eyes and spoke lightly.

"All actions are impermanent, and all laws have no self."

......

Blood gushed out of the body.

Vitality is gradually dissipating.

Outside, there was the sound of people's footsteps, and in the jungle in the darkness of the night, someone was gasping for air.

The robbers robbed her of her gold and silver, slashed her body, and the woman fell to the ground, blood gushing from her body and lips. The vitality slowly dissipated from her body, and the breath of dying gradually invaded, and she couldn't help but instinctively feel a sense of fear.

A fear of death.

The hairpin star raised its head, and in the gap between the branches, the clear starlight was faintly visible, and the cold color was positive.

She sighed slightly.

I can't use my strength, and I can't change the situation in front of me. This is different from the illusion, it is not that if you see through the truth, everything can go back to the same place.

She has become a croaking baby, an old man with snowy sideburns, a young woman lingering on the sickbed, and a traveler holding a candle in the wind. Every one is her, and every one is not her.

Everything you experience here is real, and it feels like a lifetime from beginning to end. A day is a day, a year is a year, people live in it, laughter and tears, parting and meeting, it is always extraordinarily real.

At first, she could still know who she was and why she was here, but day by day, she spent more time as a baby, an old man, a young woman, and a traveler than she did when she became a "Yang Hairpin Star". There are no sects, no demon realms, no conspiracy calculations, and no bloody wars. It's peaceful and tranquil here, and she only needs to suffer from being a human being, the suffering of countless red dust beings.

Buddhism has eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, unwantedness, and the five yin and fiery sufferings.

On that summer afternoon, a few days in front of the sickbed, she stumbled upon a white peace charm. The sickness did not lie, and the peace charms he gave him could dispel people's sickness and pain. So in that moment of pain and stagnation, she finally regained a trace of clarity in her sea of knowledge.

Hairpin finally understood.

All monks, cultivating immortals and cultivating to the highest places, always have a test of the Dao heart. She has seen many such episodes in the past, and in countless tests, whether she can stick to herself and not be confused by the prosperity of the world and leave halfway.

It's the same with the five-wheeled tower.

But it doesn't seem to be the same.

It doesn't require the trialist to stick to his heart in countless reincarnations, and at this moment, the hairpin has already understood that all of this is false, and the true sense of death is still within reach. The stupa seems to require those who come to the trial to reincarnate in the 36 realms and experience the suffering of sentient beings.

Every experience is real, and every pain is inescapable.

She was about to die and was about to start her next life, and Hairpin knew in her heart. She didn't know how long this reincarnation would last, and how long the reincarnation would last in reality. Those who want to come to the Five Wheel Tower Trials are all like this. Those who are trialists enter this tower, and some people may lose their nature in this endless trial, gradually forgetting their lives and their original intention of cultivating immortals. Perhaps there are also people who persevere to the end, experience the suffering of all sentient beings, and pass the trial.

All of them mean pagodas.

Hairpin lowered her eyes, she was about to die, before she died, she only felt like she had become a feather, gradually lighter, and her consciousness was gradually dispersing, melting into this night.

In the blood, a trace of worry flashed in Hairpin Xing's eyes.

I don't know what happened to Gu Baiying and them?

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.