Why are you crying?

Crying is not sadness; Laugh, not joy.

Faced with such words, the Dream Lord just chuckled.

Then she left another son.

Song Lanyi also learned her way, and settled down with a white child.

————

The screen reverses again.

In a famine year, there was a great drought in Kyushu, and countless people were affected.

The green mountains of the past have become bare at this time, and the once bitter weeds and hard and indigestible elm bark have all become the last straw at this moment.

On both sides of the road, there are people who are starving all over the field, and there are many people who die of stomach swelling because they have eaten too much Guanyin soil.

A three-year-old girl is carried by a woman and walks hurriedly on a mountain path in the night.

When they arrived at a mass grave, the woman threw the girl on a grave full of weeds.

Her dark face was full of tears, she looked at the girl who was only skinned and bones, her lips trembled slightly, and finally she could only turn her head resolutely, "Son...... Don't blame your mother for being ruthless, if you want to blame it, blame this world, and don't leave people a way to live......"

Before leaving, her face was full of sorrow and despair, and she couldn't help but turn back once again to look at the girl with thinning and yellow hair.

It was as if she was saying to the girl, and as if to herself, "Let's go...... It's okay to be gone, it's too hard in this life......"

————

"Is it bitter?" The girl looked at Song Lanyi with deep eyes, "Life is like chess, no matter who it is, it is controlled by the flag bearer." And the so-called flag-bearer is fate. I can't help myself in my life, what do you think is the meaning of this life? ”

Song Lanyi pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm not bitter." I have family, I have friends, I have mentors, I rejoice in what I have, but I never grieve for what I have lost. I have so much, and I often wonder what kind of virtue and ability I can have. ”

"So I'm careful, I'm cautious, I'm afraid of losing it all. But now, when I understand that I am the Ninth Dao Fruit, I am relieved. I have so much that destiny puts me to the test, which is what I deserve. ”

She looked at the girl and smiled softly, "What is suffering?" If there is no sweetness in this world, then where is the concept of bitterness? ”

The girl raised her eyes, glanced at Song Lanyi more, and saw that her black and white eyes were full of clarity, and suddenly fell down, "What do you think of this son?" ”

————

The picture changes again.

This time the scene is a beggar's den.

"Slut! asked you to go out to beg for food, and you begged for two steamed buns? How can this be enough to eat? Next time, I'll just break your leg, maybe you can earn two more steamed buns! ”

A thirteen-year-old girl, with her head down, her sparse yellow hair like weeds, her eyes drooping, and she could only see a shadow cast by her eyelashes.

The man who spoke kicked him hard at the knee, and when the girl was on her knees, he cursed and returned to the dilapidated temple with a dry mouth.

It's night.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and strong winds blow.

In one corner of the temple, a cluster of sparks burst into flames.

Immediately afterward, the entire temple was engulfed by a raging tongue of fire.

The girl stood in front of the temple and looked fixedly at the Buddha enshrined on the temple, and with great difficulty, she lifted a stone and smashed it at the Buddha with all her might, breaking the clay sculpture to pieces.

With all that done, she raised the hoe at the base of the wall.

Under the fire, she slammed her hoe on the head of the man in the temple with a nonchalant expression.

When the fire engulfed the blood, she slowly wiped the blood from her wrist, got up, and slowly left the temple.

During this time, she never looked back.

————

"Do you know what I was thinking at the time?" The girl slowly raised her head and looked at Song Lanyi.

Her eyes were distant, as if she was looking back at that time.

"I have been in the night, in my dreams...... Begging for this god and Buddha countless times. I heard that the Buddha could cut meat to feed the eagle, and I didn't ask for too much, I just wanted to live in peace. But the gods and Buddhas never heard the wishes of me, a believer. ”

At this moment, a cold smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"God and Buddha can't protect me, so why...... I can't replace the gods and Buddhas? Gods and Buddhas...... Oh, where did the gods and Buddhas come from, it's just a ridiculous dream of the world. I want to replace the gods and Buddhas, and I am a dream. ”

When Song Lanyi heard this, he didn't say anything, but continued to fall behind.

As she fell, the clearer she became about the Dream Master's experience.

She saw the Dream Lord burning the temple, leaving his hometown, dragging his scarred body, and walking towards the so-called Shangjing little by little.

Shangjing is very beautiful, there, the population is prosperous, there are countless princes and nobles, and scholars.

In the early dynasties, you can even see blue-robed officials and even scarlet-robed ministers everywhere.

The Dream Lord went from being a beggar to a little-known path.

Along the way, there have been stumbles and stumbles, which can be described as a rare victory.

But she insisted on standing up to everyone's ridicule, defeated again and again, and defeated again and again.

"In my life, since my sanctification, I have rarely won. But I never cared. I firmly believe that as long as I go further, one day, I will be invincible for the rest of my life. ”

She turned her head and looked at the torrent of time behind her, "What do you see?" ”