In the end, nothing could be changed.

His Majesty has been seeking the Tao for many years, and when he got the news of the spirit child, he immediately brought the ignorant young son of the hairpin into the palace. Poor little boy who had not lost his teeth, was born only a few years ago, and then suffered this catastrophe. The warlock took his heart's blood to practice the elixir of immortality, but after a few months, he died.

The hairpin star got his life because of this.

Yang Zifeng asked His Majesty to see that he had merit in Hairpin Star to sacrifice his son, make up for his merits, and spare his life. Maybe I want to see him fall and live with nothing.

Hairpin Star was ruined overnight.

Yang Zifeng forged false testimony and betrayed the military intelligence, causing the Yang family to become notorious and overturned. He stepped into the official career with the merit of a spirit child, and since then he has been on the rise and proud.

His Majesty rewarded the Yang family's mansion to him, and he renovated the mansion inside and out, married the daughter of a high-ranking official, and never saw the weakness and humility of the past.

Hairpin Star tried to find him for revenge, but now it is not what it used to be, the other party is now transformed, in a high position, and the guards in front of him and behind him are close. He was beaten out by Yang Zifeng's guards, like a lost dog, rolling down in the mud, crying, and despairing.

The trellises covered with honeysuckle in front of the house have been evacuated, and the weak, slender little flower has grown again at some point, it grows secretly in the cracks of the stone, and the golden flowers bloom little by little in the cold wind.

Overnight, his parents died in notoriety, and his wife threw himself into the well in grief and anger, but a few years old became the material of Taoist alchemy, and the original pride of heaven became a rebel who everyone shouted and beat overnight. The initiator occupies the magpie's nest, and looks at him like a speck of dust on the sole of his shoe.

And he was helpless.

Hatred grew in madness, and endless anger held him firmly and could not get rid of it.

The hairpin stared at the small yellow flower swaying in the cold wind, and his expression cooled down little by little.

He decided to take revenge.

"I want revenge." He whispered.

......

Hairpin left his hometown and went to a distant land.

Because he was a sinful body, others would discover his identity and become a monk on his own, and he wore a brown robe, always walking peacefully through the places of suffering. Sometimes it was a battlefield full of corpses, sometimes it was a plague-ridden village, sometimes it was a disaster for the people, and more often, he always carried a golden Zen staff and Buddhist beads, quietly lowering his eyes and walking through a quiet place where no one had set foot.

He was always gentle, helpful, and kind. Legend has it that the Buddha sacrificed his life to feed the tiger, and the people he helped often said that he might be the incarnation of the Buddha. Because of his good reputation, gradually, people forgot his real name and only called him by his Dharma name: Master Jingshan.

He became a Buddhist practitioner.

Buddhist cultivation is not only about self-cultivation, but also about cultivating the mind. Over the years, Jingshan has traveled almost all over the entire capital, and he has seen through the pain of life and death in Hongchen, and he can see through the ephemeral and impermanent love and hate of sentient beings. Between his eyebrows, he became more and more indifferent and quiet, otherworldly, and his reputation became more and more far-reaching. Everyone knows that there is a Buddha in Duzhou who cultivates goodness and respects, cultivates profoundly, and respects Delong.

This fame also spread to his hometown.

Others always say that the master is merciful, and he is kind to every grass and tree. Only he knows that he has never let go of his hatred, he has devoted himself to self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and has made breakthroughs and growth, all in order to one day return to his homeland, slash the enemy, and avenge his parents, wife and children.

On the day of Jingshan's breakthrough, he decided to return to his hometown and make a break with the past.

But the capital has ushered in a major drought.

The drought was raging, the agricultural crops were scorched by the scorching sun, and the rice and food in the city were cut off. Many people are starved to death, and the change of children and food happens every day, and the dead bodies are reluctant to be buried, and they become one with others in another way.

The world seemed to become purgatory overnight.

In this purgatory, some people gave up their granaries and boiled porridge to help the victims.

It was Yang Zifeng who helped the victims.

Yang Zifeng, who once relied on the blood debt of the Yang family, has now become the prime minister of the dynasty. The family has a lot of money, and there are groups of wives and concubines. When he heard about the great event of Jingshan, he began to feel melancholy, and gradually regretted that he did not cut the grass and eradicate the roots back then, leaving behind trouble. Now a monk of great strength, even if he has guards to protect him, I am afraid it will not help.

This drought came by coincidence, and it was a special opportunity from heaven for him.

He inquired about the time when Master Jingshan set off and returned, and gave relief to the victims in the city half a month in advance, and for a time, the name of "benevolence" was endless, and the people were grateful to him for sending charcoal in the snow, and everyone was grateful to him.

And he was in front of the people of the city, and on the day that Jingshan stepped into the old city, he was naked, and he was guilty of pleading.

The monk in his brown robe looked at him calmly, his gaze as calm as the deep sea. He knelt down anxiously, tears welling down his eyes, and repented of his past sins and sincerely repented.

At the end, Yang Zifeng said: "I am willing to help the victims every day until the drought is over." Please forgive me for my past sins and ask for a chance to atone for my sins. ”

Jingshan didn't speak, just looked at him lightly.

Throughout his life, he went away from home and practiced penance day by day, just so that one day he could see his enemies again and avenge his wronged relatives. Now that he has cultivated profoundly, he has the ability to regain everything he has lost, but now.

Golden honeysuckle bloomed behind him, large branches and branches, reminding him of the collapsed vine trellises that had been splattered red with blood.

The people behind him couldn't help but speak.

They said, "Master, forgive him." ”

"Forgive him, he has sincerely repented and given him a chance to atone for his sins."

"Master, we don't want to starve to death."

The frail old man bowed down tremblingly, the immature child raised his head and pulled at the corner of his garment, the woman wept, and the young man pleaded. The good man who kept calling him a bodhisattva yesterday has stood on the side of his enemies and is aggressive towards him today. He suddenly felt a little lost.

The once invincible and vicious villain is now old, with a humble and humble attitude, but there seems to be a trace of cunning and pride in the corners of his eyes. He said: "Yesterday's Yaksha heart, today's Bodhisattva face." The bodhisattva and the yaksha are not separated by a line. Master, aren't you a good person? The so-called put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and the sea of suffering is boundless and the shore is turned back. Buddhism is compassionate, I have sincerely repented, why can't I be given a chance? ”

Why can't you give Yang Zifeng a chance?

So who's going to give him a chance? Give his parents who died tragically in their old age, his wife who died with hatred, and his young son who died for no reason a chance?

The dead will not be resurrected, the sins committed will not be easily written off, and the karma of the past and the fruits of today are all retribution.

Jingshan narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched the golden Zen staff in his hand.

"Poof".

An old woman closest to him suddenly knelt down in front of him.

"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.