Chapter 220 Mercy
My heart aches because of compassion, I regret because of my heartache... I regret my own weakness.
This is the root of Qi Ranjue.
Fu Qingzhou did not deliberately activate Qi Ranjue, he just watched and felt it.
Every crying soul, every roar of pain, washed over him.
The fluorescent light of his consciousness slowly floated forward and touched a withered hand reaching out to him.
In an instant, scenes flashed back before his eyes.
This is a farmer. His father died young, and it was his mother who raised him little by little. When he was young, he would always carry him to work in the fields before dawn. When he grew up little by little, However, my mother's waist collapsed a little bit and she could no longer straighten up.
But fortunately the farmer is a filial son.
He took good care of his old mother, married a daughter-in-law, and soon had a son and a daughter. Although he was not strong or tall, he relied on his rough hands and could only swing a hoe. His hands held up a small home.
But recently, he has been a little worried.
His mother's back pain is getting worse and worse, and she can no longer even get out of bed; her youngest daughter fell into a lake last winter and was frozen, and her health is also not good. I have been coughing and feeling ill for half a year.
So the farmer decided to go to the nearby large temple to worship and pray for the health and safety of his family.
While burning incense, a monk looked at him with shining eyes, saying that he had a connection with Buddha and that he could buy him a Buddhist amulet.
The farmer knew that this was probably the monk's way of asking for money, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed... As long as his family is safe, that's fine.
But after following the monk into the deserted Buddhist hall, he was greeted by the light of a sword.
The remaining memory scenes are intermittent and full of noise. They are of the dying farmer whose skin was sliced open from the top of his head in extreme pain...
Fu Qingzhou couldn't bear to look at it anymore. But still have to watch.
His consciousness passed through the skinless and bloody figure in front of him bit by bit, and his entire consciousness was filled with this person's lamentations.
"No, Master! I still have my mother! I still have my wife and children! Let me go!"
"Please spare me...please spare me! I don't want to die! I won't report to the police! Let me go!"
"Please...please..."< br>
"Please..."
The crying bloody man just disappeared, turning into countless light spots and blending into the fluorescent light of Fu Qingzhou's consciousness.
He was trembling slightly, feeling extremely sad in his heart, and faced the next bloody man.
This is a woman.
When she was fourteen years old, she was married to a man from a nearby village. At the beginning, the man was very kind to her, obedient and always asking for help. She thought she could live a good life, but after two years In the past, when she still failed to give birth to a child, the man began to beat and scold her.
That was all, but soon, her man started gambling outside. Not only did he stay away from home night after night, but he also paid off the family's ancestral home and property one by one...
On a stormy night, the woman was sitting in the house, stroking her belly and her face was full of joy.
Although her man rarely comes home recently and often beats and scolds her, there are always times when the couple is tender... In the past two months, she has not had her period.
I saw the doctor this afternoon and he said it was a happy pulse! Happy pulse!
In this case, it’s time for men to calm down, right? After having a child, she no longer has to be beaten and scolded, and this home can be like a normal, warm home...
The woman thought so, filled with joy, until a few big men broke in.
They laughed roughly and told her that she had been pushed out by her man.
The remaining memory scenes began to be fragmented and torn apart. The woman cried and shouted in the thunderstorm. She touched the blood on her legs. Her bloody hands left an indelible mark on the window that could never be erased. Palm print.
She went crazy and became crazy and stupid. Everything she saw in her eyes was terrifying and distorted. She didn't know where she was sent or who she met. She just always felt that someone kept talking in her ear, like a sinister smile, and... It was like a baby crying...
Until someone stroked her head and showed a warm but sinister smile.
"Don't be afraid, jump from here and everything will be over."
All hallucinations and auditory hallucinations have disappeared.
The woman lowered her head and looked at the large alchemy furnace in front of her that was stirring pieces of meat and blood.
Only then did she realize that she seemed to have no clothes on, and her whole body was freezing. The smell of blood in the alchemy furnace hit her nostrils, but it was unexpectedly warm and calm.
Like a basin of hot bath water, the little baby opened his hands to her inside.
"Mom, let's wash together."
The woman shed tears, opened her arms vigorously, and jumped in. Fu Qingzhou clearly had no body at this time, but he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Another bloody man turned into a point of light and merged into his consciousness... At this time, more bloody men also came up.
Memories of one person after another just entered his mind.
The stories and encounters in these life stories are different, but they ultimately lead to the same fate... being skinned and refined into elixirs.
Some of them accidentally broke into the Fanyin Temple's sphere of influence and were targeted, some were targeted and designed to be kidnapped, and some simply joined the Fanyin Temple and were directly killed because they could not pass the final test of becoming a monk. Peeled.
Some people are in great pain before they die, and some people think they are liberated before they die... But they don't know that this is not the end.
After fusing their consciousnesses, Fu Qingzhou saw everything after their deaths.
These pictures are all exactly the same.
The boundless sea of blood... and the endless pain.
What kind of pain is that? Probably an endless cycle of pain and despair before death.
Their perceptions, memories, pain, and despair came to Fu Qingzhou layer by layer. He alone endured the misery of countless people. After merging with countless bloody people, although his conscious fluorescent light suddenly The little bits grew bigger and stronger, but at the same time they shook so violently that they almost disintegrated and dissipated.
"Don't...let me go..."
"Please...let me go..."
"Ahhhh!"
"Let me go ! Let me go!”
It seemed that only a moment had passed, and it seemed that thousands of years had passed. There was no longer a bloody person in the sea of blood, leaving only the fluorescent light of Fu Qingzhou’s consciousness.
It seemed that he could no longer bear the pain, and the fluorescent tear disintegrated to the extreme.
But in that fluorescent light, there is a strong and warm breath that tightly wraps it and connects them, allowing them to barely separate.
"Yuanwu..."
Fu Qingzhou's voice rose little by little, echoing in the sea of blood, hoarse and sad: "Do you know what you have done?"
< br>"I know." The sea of blood gradually rose up and condensed into Yuan Wu's face. It opened its mouth and said solemnly: "All of this is meaningful."
"Meaningful?"
Fu Qingzhou didn't have the strength to sneer, and there was only endless sadness in his heart: "Killing them and chewing their pain, is this what you call meaning?"
"You don't know how. Understand..."
Yuanwu's tone also hides deep sorrow and sorrow: "This is the road to becoming a Buddha that is difficult to achieve through hundreds of hardships. It has been tempered by thousands of people with a sea of blood and suffered its pain with one's own body. When the Tao is achieved, , Buddha is no longer me, but all the people who have achieved my Buddhahood.”
“Funny words.”
Fu Qingzhou interrupted him, his anger hidden, but the fluorescent light of his consciousness lit up little by little: "Have you asked them?"
"Your anger is meaningless."
< br>Yuan Wu’s face looked at Fu Qingzhou’s nearly disintegrated consciousness: “It’s just a short-lived fireworks... If you can’t digest the suffering of these people, you will only end up...”
Speaking of words Halfway through, he stopped.
Fu Qingzhou's light is getting brighter and brighter. His power seems to be born without roots. It is huge and vast. It not only pulls back all the fluorescent lights that have almost disintegrated and dissipated, but also makes them brighter than before. hundred times!
Qi Ranjue helped him digest the misery and despair of countless people in a very short period of time, and gave him unprecedented compassion and determination!
"You..." Yuan Wu's voice was extremely astonished: "How could you?! Why...why can you..."
Fu Qingzhou said lightly: "Your Buddha is actually Evil."
"I will evaporate this sea of blood and free all the souls trapped by you."
"If you want to say why... it's probably because I am the one at this time. True Buddha.”
"Come and see, see my compassion and pain."
As he said this, the fluorescent light flashed, and without any hesitation, he crashed into the face of Yuanwu condensed in the sea of blood. middle!
In reality, Tang Jiao, who had been looking closely at Fu Qingzhou, suddenly widened her eyes.
"Brother, he, he..."
She exclaimed: "He cried?!"
Fu Qingzhou, who stood motionless, had two lines of clear tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, gently falling to the ground.
(Happy New Year’s Day everyone! Happy New Year! 2024 will be better and better~ Today is the holiday, so I will update another chapter, hehe.)
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