"Monarch, what should we do with this scum who has brought disaster to the country and the people, he has really disgraced our Fire Spirit Country. The attendant flew out and knocked the beggar to the ground.

"For the sake of my beloved minister, who killed you to fill your belly, forgive me, and I swear to cut off my hands if I steal again. The beggar kowtowed and pleaded.

"Monarch, you must not be soft-hearted, these beggars are hard-hearted scoundrels, they are as cruel as they are, you must sentence him to death!" the attendant exhorted, clasping his hands into fists.

"I have a plan for what to do with this beggar, so don't disturb my mind anymore, his future fate is decided by him, not mine. Monarch Mu Zizhen held his cheeks and said softly.

The balance of reason weighs out the weight of sensibility, putting the crazy dream at the pass of fate, the tone of fate caresses the harmonious rhythm and extends the journey of suffering in the noisy illusion, the gentle compassion awakens the starting point of conscience, so that the ice and fire of desire are annihilated on the edge of consciousness, the wasteland of consciousness is wrapped in hatred, and the only seedling chooses the latter between killing and pity, the pious faith touches the greedy nature, waiting for the salvation of the soul in the space of peace, the wings of the soul touch the shadow of reality, revealing a faint sadness in the gray color。 Tolerance seems to always walk in front of indifference, when the tail of despair lights the beginning of light, happiness seems to have long been lurking in places that the eye cannot see, sweet dreams seem to exist for the sake of good nights, when the noisy sound stirs up fragile nerves and then falls silent, joy seems to be the carnival that once crowded out countless loneliness, tolerance and sweet dreams are thus looking for the memory of the present in the light and shadow of the past and the future, and they do not want to forget anything and do not want to think of anything.

"I still have a few gold coins on me, you can use them first, after getting these gold coins, you will leave the Fire Spirit Country immediately, and you will not be allowed to say that you are a citizen of the Fire Spirit Country in the future, and you are not allowed to step into the Fire Spirit Country for half a step. Monarch Mu Zizhen's heart softened and said sadly.

"Thank you for the grace of not killing, when I leave our kingdom, I will be a new person, change those greedy and lazy natures, and strive to win everyone's respect. The beggar kept kowtowing, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"Monarch, you ought to put him to death rather than exile, for his stealing and murder will bring shame on our kingdom. The attendant repeatedly dissuaded and pleaded.

"It's not him but me who really shames the Fire Spirit Kingdom, I don't know that there are so many beggars in our country, and you never care about their lives or deaths, if our country continues to develop like this, sooner or later it will fall. Monarch Mu Zizhen flicked his sleeves and said angrily.

"Monarch, when I return, I will certainly give relief to these poor beggars, and then confiscate the money of those corrupt officials and distribute them to all the beggars in our kingdom. The attendant scratched his head and said timidly.

"All you need to do is confiscate the money of the corrupt officials, and I will allocate a large amount of gold from the treasury, and there will never be another beggar in the land of fire spirits. Monarch Mu Zizhen clasped his hands together and said calmly.

The aura of benevolence is entrapped in the warm picture, there is no trace of blood in the taste of death, the extreme evil frenzy drowns the snow-white foam, in the colorful colors feel the roar of pain, the belief in the best awakens the fallen body, the soul does not feel the existence of decadence in the desperate situation, the confused thoughts block the voice of freedom, in the shadow of chaos to feel the invasion of loneliness, the wheel of justice flattens the rugged road, in the mellow fragrance of flowers, you can not feel the stench of stagnant water, the cold gaze tears off the shelter of warmth, in the storm of nothingness, you feel the shattering of the truth。 Power gives up its attachment to material things and finally reaps full happiness, money gives up the pursuit of luxury and finally wins the highest praise, the night gives up the embrace of death and finally accumulates the power of rebirth, everything that is lost will always be suddenly gained one day, as if it has never left. The monarch Mu Zizhen sat on the throne and said to the ministers and soldiers around him that in the future, the construction of temples and cities should be simple and generous rather than noble and luxurious, and the carpenters and painters must cooperate with each other and consult with each other before making a decision, and then he decided to give up the long-term war of reckless warfare, so that the soldiers stationed on the frontier and the neighboring countries can reach a non-aggression agreement, and the two countries can exchange trade with each other, and finally he said that he would give half of the gold coins in the treasury to those homeless beggars, so that they can stop wandering and have a comfortable home, and the ministers and soldiers praised the magnanimity of the monarch Mu Zizhen, They also took out the gold coins they carried with them as funds for the relief of beggars, and the monarch Mu Zizhen stood up slowly with his hands on the throne, he looked at their hurried figures as if tomorrow's prosperity had become a reality of tranquility......

The dark night eats away at the last glimmer of brightness in the dusk, covering the entire sky with a cold wave, the shadow of the disaster sweeps away the light of the day, the flame of light retains the complete residual temperature in the slightly cool memory, the falling snow freezes the last glimmer of light in the stars and moon, and spreads the withered petals all over the earth, painful* Cutting the pain of the bright smile, perceiving the impermanence of life in the torrent of fate, the raging hurricane blew away the last trace of freshness in the clouds, and the turbid rain flowed into the entire sea water, and the helpless hands lifted the curtain of the soul, looking forward to the arrival of fraternity in the care of mercy. Whether the instant pain of happiness disillusionment has been condensed into eternity, when death turns into a joyful appearance and wants to deceive the sympathy of the light, whether sorrow will climb up to the peak of despair, whether the instant desire of the collapse of faith occupies the apex, when the materialistic desire tears the emotional bond and lives a drunken life and dreams of death, whether the emptiness will confuse the eyes and paralyze one's nerves, happiness restricts pain just as faith restricts desire, and the two different feelings are entangled and mutually exclusive.

"Monarch, there has been a serious flood on the border between our kingdom and the land of the Abyss, and I have heard that the villages there have become a vast ocean, thousands of houses have collapsed, and the people have been displaced and killed and wounded, so think of a way to let them rebuild their homes!" said one of the ministers, whose face was as pale as the earth, anxious.

"What do you say, how can our kingdom be hit by floods, the land of fire spirits has a dry climate and little rain for many years, such a region will only suffer from drought and not floods. Monarch Mu Zizhen turned his head and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know the specifics, but I'll check it carefully when I get back to my house, because it's urgent, I only read the letter and rushed over, and I ask the monarch to forgive me for my mistakes. The minister shuddered and said.

"You don't have to go back and check it out, I'm going to go to that place and see for myself, whether it's a drought or a flood, I'm going to help them live happily. Monarch Mu Zizhen sighed and said sentimentally.