If a person becomes peaceful and confident, he must have completed a deep acceptance of himself. Wu Shu saw the reality clearly, accepted the negative accumulation from all kinds of misfortunes, and had begun to integrate into this world that he didn't really understand, and the whole person was confident and determined. It took only five years.

For five years, Wu Shu would take out the deformed copper wine bottle in his hand almost every day and carefully wipe it, and the edges and corners on it that had been raised by the twist had become golden and shiny. Carefully put away the wine bottle with a delicate cloth bag, Wu Shu grabbed the cold tea on the table and drank it all, as if swallowing a cup of strong old wine. Then he stood up, patted his sleeve and smiled easily, and walked all the way to the slums.

Shinko is dead.

Although Yuan Zhen straightened out the qi and blood vitality of her whole body before assassinating the Soul Purifier, it was very likely that she would have skipped the Yang Pulse directly and then Jue Yuan, but she still died. He died naked, bruised, and was crucified in the back of the house, apparently severely beaten. Every time Wu Shu went to the slum, a shelter that he might never forget and never get out of, he saw the brown and black vines of the creeper outside the wall, as painful as the bruises on Shenzi's body, and as if they were extending from the bottom of the slum, the blood vessels gushing with dirty blood, as dirty as everything here.

But at this time, Wu Shu was already able to deal with it calmly.

He knew that it wasn't Xiang Huaishan and his henchman who did it, although Xiang Huaishan was sitting in this room a few years ago.

He knew that people like Xiang Huaishan were outliers in the slums, more morally abided than those so-called sages outside.

He knew that the truth he was looking for was not in the slums.

He knew that all the people in the slums were pigs and dogs in captivity, but they had no use value.

It's a vicious curse that has been hanging over a place known as Fukushou Mountain since the founding of the religion thousands of years ago. They were originally the heirs of the ancestors of this world, but because they were defeated by Gonggui, they were deprived of the source of power rooted in the depths of their souls. Since then, these people have been deprived of their rights as ordinary people. They have become a pack of pigs who survive by instinct but are eternally hungry, and they are a bunch of dogs who survive by will but are eternally confused.

In fact, they also have to thank the extermination of the religion Gongshu to drive the remnants of Gonggui here, which to some extent allowed them to survive better, because after thousands of years, this slum has long lost the ability to reproduce. It was the fresh blood of these Fushou Mountains that delayed their fate of extinction. Perhaps this is another curse that Gongshu has imposed on these two races?

Wu Shu knew that Shenzi had not become food for this group of pigs and dogs, in fact, he had already taken special care of Huaishan, otherwise he might not have seen even a little bone slag.

Over the years, the furnishings in the room have not changed at all, Wu Shu picked up a big scoop and drank a sip of cold water, sat at the table for a while, rubbed the fine wood grain on the table with his palm, brushed away the invisible dust on it, and then stood up and walked out.

For Xiang Huaishan, Shenzi's death caused him to deviate from the trajectory he had set for himself. And Grandma Xiang's death will completely change his life.

Xiang Huaishan's grandmother died.

The life of the contemporary sage in this slum has lasted forty-five years, and at the age of thirty, he awakened that the sage knew that he was Xiang Huaishan's grandmother, and he had spent more than 3,000 souls who had died in the slums, and he had recited the "Mantra of Ascension" seriously for each of them, but now, when he died, he was silent. The entire Fushou Mountain was silent, all of them prostrate on the ground, muttering words in their mouths, no one could understand, not even they themselves could understand the meaning, it was just an instinct that had not changed for thousands of years. Every generation of sages dies, and so they do.

Each generation of the slums has a sage who awakens after the death of the previous sage. After the death of each generation of sages, their flesh and bones, are divided and eaten, one of the eaters, to get the inheritance of sages and awaken, no longer the appearance of pigs and dogs, intelligence is superior but with Fushou Mountain is more deeply bonded, and so if the painting is a prison and imprisoned here, every day to hear the wail, suffering, but not even the freedom to escape and collapse. Even within a few days, they will lose their self-will, which has just awakened due to inheritance, and become a carrier of the collective consciousness of all sages and saints.

From the awakening of the sage to the loss of self-consciousness, like waking up in a dream, he knows that I am me, but for a moment he distorts me.

Lost and regained, the most joyful. Gaining and losing is the most sorrowful.

Between gains and losses, joys and sorrows, life is the easiest to dry and brittle. Fushou Mountain has been virtuous and sage for generations, but there are no good talents for generations. Most of the sages have been dried in a very short period of time and then brittle over a decade. The cycle repeated, without exception, and the situation of Fushou Mountain became worse and worse.

The inheritance of the sages in the slums is not so much the inheritance of wisdom as the inheritance of a series of songs, because Fushoushan has no wisdom, only instinct. These songs have been passed down for more than tens of thousands of years, even in the era when the ancestors of Fushou Mountain were still extremely powerful. Now, because it is so old, even the sages of Fushou Mountain cannot fully understand the meaning, or even understand it at all.

Since the loss of consciousness, these pigs and dogs in captivity in the slums have lived a life that is completely incomprehensible to outsiders, and their customs are often strange. Every time there is a violent death, the virtuous and sage will overtake it, and then his relatives will eat it. If they are terminally ill, or if they are old and dying, then the sages sing about them, and they will go away from the city, not knowing where they are going, and everyone will go in the same direction, in the same way, and even if the soul fire is extinguished on the way, it will not stop until the body is broken, unable to move, and the ashes are annihilated. There had been good deeds who had spent a great deal of money to track down these strange deaths, but they really couldn't get too far away from the scope of the Holy Radiance, so they had to give up. Everyone said that it was the sage of Fushou Mountain who cast a witch spell on these people, because when these people were leaving, the strange behavior of the sage and sage dancing was really incredible. Regardless of whether the people who were going to walk could still stand before, they all got up when they heard the song, and strode to the east outside the city without distraction, which was really incredible.

Today's contemporary sages ascend to heaven, and in this murmuring all over the world, only Wu Shu walks in steps. From a distance, he saw Xiang Huaishan and Zhuang Yun Tan Wuti prostrate in front of Grandma Xiang. The old man sat peacefully on a large stone bench, silent. At her feet was a large, old white linen cloth spread out, painted with the sun, moon and stars, strange beasts and monsters, and many incomprehensible symbols, as if a kind of writing that had been lost for a long time. Although they have been lost, the first consciousness of anyone who sees them is that they are words, and when you look closely, they look like some kind of picture, which is very strange.

After a few hours, the murmuring of the whole ghetto grew more and more neat and louder. The closer they got to the sage relic, the louder they became, and they began to writhe their bodies and dance weirdly. The dance posture joints were twisted, the pace was unpredictable, Wu Shu looked from behind, his heartbeat couldn't help but be pulled by the dancing posture, his blood was not smooth, his breathing was uneven, and he almost knelt on the ground to support his increasingly heavy body. He found that the dancers seemed to be struggling to carry the tripod and then dump the sea water inside the tripod. It was as if they were constantly moving mountains of boulders to block the monstrous turbidity waves. Wu Shu said that he didn't understand why he felt this way, he just felt that he was in it, and the blood and fire around him were fierce and suffocating.

With a loud shout, a hoarse and suppressed voice came from the sky, like a ghost crying, like a demon howling. The sound is a command, all the sounds disappear in this instant, all the dances are still in this moment, and the world seems to be completely still in an instant. After a few moments, everyone began to chant in a loud voice, in an incomparably uniform tone:

Drink the water of the river of dried blood,

Intermittent overpasses.

Soul Sleeps on the Slope,

However, it is on the road.

Its tone is ancient and tragic, but the language is ancient and no one can understand it. As the curtain came down on this massive chant, everyone, including Wu Shu, knew that the final moment had come. Xiang Huaishan watched his grandmother rise out of thin air, and then was flattened on the stone bench by an invisible force, the white cloth suddenly rolled up, and a line of blood slowly seeped out of it, filling the complex lines on the surface of the stone bench, and then flowing down from the edge, and there were seven stone cups under the stone bench that were slowly filled with bright red blood. He and Zhuang Yuntan should have stepped forward to drink a cup each, and with their current state, it was very likely that the next virtuous saint would be born among the two of them. But he had no intention of stepping forward, and even took two steps back. Zhuang Yuntan stared at the seven bowls of red as jewels, instinctively struggling and roaring in his body, wanting to go and grab one of them, but he gritted his teeth and watched the nearest few people pick up the bowls and drink them all without hesitation, and then crawled back, and finally did not take a step forward.

There is no red liquid that tempts this instinct. Zhuang Yuntan breathed a sigh of relief. Turning his head, he found that Xiang Huaishan had already walked far away.

Xiang Huaishan did not rush to drink blood like his relatives in the previous Xiansheng Land, in order to inherit the glory of the Xiansheng. He just began to think back to the bits and pieces of how his grandmother got along with him after inheriting the previous sage. This is actually a very short time. When grandma woke up, he was just 4 years old, maybe, who knows, this is what grandma told him after waking up. At that time, he was biting each other with young children in another slum, which was not a boring fight between children, but a real competition for survival, cruel and direct. The first thing the grandmother did after awakening gently separated them was to give each of the two children a name. Then he whispered a song for Xiang Huaishan, and told him that this was not a virtuous inheritance, but a memory engraved in the soul of every child of the Xiang family. In the next few days, my grandmother began to be in a daze from time to time, and sometimes it was no different from not waking up. Half a month later, Grandma often became hysterical and became more and more cold. Three months later, she no longer remembered Xiang Huaishan. Xiang Huaishan also wandered the streets since then, and rarely came here again.

Since Xiang Huaishan and Zhuang Yuntan had names, the two of them have opened their minds. Each sage will shadow several descendants to regain their spiritual wisdom, but that's all, even if they have the spiritual wisdom that other slum pigs and dogs dream of, they will not be able to leave Fushou Mountain, because there is no one in the world who can accept them. On the contrary, they need to know more clearly the situation in which they are imprisoned by invisible shackles, and they are fortunate not to go crazy.

Xiang Huaishan and Zhuang Yuntan looked down on Guan Maoyuan, not despising him for running errands for a temple sedan chairman, but actually jealousy. Jealous that he can get out of Fushou Mountain without dying. He is the shadow of the previous sage.

"Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will stop eating people with these pig-like things!"

"But Brother Xiang, this is the rule of the ancestors. ”

"Bullshit rules, Lao Tzu is going to abolish it. ”

"But what about the inheritance of the virtuous saints? Without the virtuous saints, do you think Fushou Mountain will die?"

"You and I, as well as these untouchables in Fushou Mountain, don't know who gave birth to or raised them, and none of them come and go, so let them die. ”

"Brother Xiang, I know you're sad. But if you want to open something, you can't change it. ”

"If you can't change Lao Tzu, kill them all!"