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"Haochen was born with immortal roots, extraordinary talents, handsome looks, and extraordinary temperament. But in order to temper his character and increase his wisdom, the Heavenly Dao allowed Haochen to come down to earth to experience trials and tribulations and experience the eight sufferings of life. Don't worry, Jiaojiao." Donghua looked at Jiaojiao's sad expression and persuaded her softly.

Jiaojiao's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was trembling: "I know, I just can't bear to let go." Those words were filled with a mother's endless concern and deep attachment to her children.

Donghua sighed slightly, his eyes full of understanding and pity, and said softly: "Let's go, I'll take you to the Mirror of Rebirth to see Haochen, but you can't be soft-hearted." As he said that, Donghua took Jiaojiao's hand and walked towards the Sea of ​​Rebirth together.

The Rebirth Sea was turbulent and mysterious. The Rebirth Mirror stood in the middle of it, emitting a cold light. Donghua and Jiaojiao's figures seemed a little thin in the sea breeze.

When the image of Haochen in the mortal world gradually emerged in the mirror of rebirth, Jiaojiao's tears burst out again. She saw that Haochen was born into a poor family and had experienced hardships and suffered from the tribulations of life since childhood.

"My son..." Jiaojiao's heart was broken, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch Haochen in the mirror.

Donghua hurriedly stopped her and reminded her, "Jiaojiao, hold on. This is the road of tribulation he must go through."

Haochen in the mirror struggled in the mortal world, experienced the sufferings of birth, old age, sickness and death, the pain of loved ones’ separation, hatred and resentment, failure to obtain what one desires, and the burning pain of the five elements.

Jiaojiao cried so hard that she almost fainted. Donghua hugged her tightly, giving her strength and support.

"He will get through it. This is his chance to achieve great success." Donghua's voice was firm and powerful.

Jiaojiao gradually stopped crying, stared at Haochen in the mirror, and prayed silently in her heart: "Son, you must come back safely."

After an unknown amount of time, Donghua and Jiaojiao slowly left the Sea of ​​Rebirth. They knew that Haochen still had a long way to go, and all they could do was to silently watch over him in this fairyland, waiting for the day he would return.

生苦

The birth of Haochen was both hope and hardship for that ordinary family.

Haochen's mother had a difficult delivery, and the excruciating pain almost devoured her. The midwife was busy in the house, sweating profusely, while his father paced back and forth anxiously outside, clasping his hands tightly and mumbling prayers for safety.

After a long and painful ordeal, the mother finally used up her last bit of strength and gave birth to Haochen. At that moment, the mother lay exhausted on the bed, her hair soaked with sweat, but a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Haochen, who had just come into the world, did not understand what it all meant, but he instinctively felt the tense atmosphere around him and the hardships his mother had experienced. This was his first experience of the difficulty of the birth of life.

The family was already poor, and Haochen's arrival made their life even more difficult. He had no soft quilt, only a simple package made of coarse cloth; he had no exquisite toys, only small gadgets made for him by his father using tree branches.

As Haochen grew up, he began to understand things and realized the hardships of life. There was often not enough food at home, and his father would always go hungry to make sure he had enough food. The old house was shaky in the wind and rain, and it would leak everywhere when it rained.

When he was young, Haochen would follow his father to work in the fields. His small body worked hard under the scorching sun, and blisters soon formed on his tender hands. While other children were playing, he helped chop wood and fetch water.

In winter, he wore thin, patched clothes and shivered with cold, but he still insisted on following his father to the market to sell the vegetables he grew, just for the meager income.

Despite the hardship of life, Haochen never complained. He knew how difficult it was for his father, and he also honed his tenacious character and unyielding will in poverty.

He secretly vowed to work hard to change the fate of his family and let his father live a good life. In this difficult life, Haochen walked step by step, with a vision for the future in his heart.

老苦

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, Haochen slowly moves forward in the long river of human years. The young man who was once full of vigor and vitality has now entered his twilight years.

The traces of time were ruthlessly carved on Haochen's face. His once smooth forehead was now covered with deep wrinkles, like a poem of vicissitudes written by time. His once bright and sharp eyes became cloudy, revealing the fatigue of having experienced the vicissitudes of life. The youthful appearance gradually faded away, like petals blown away by the wind, leaving only traces of decay.

He watched his body weaken. His once vigorous steps became unsteady and heavy. His arms, which once could lift heavy objects easily, now had difficulty even lifting them. His body, which once could run and jump and pursue his dreams, was now bound by illness and aging.

Haochen recalled his youth, when he could run freely in the fields, shout in the mountains, and fight tirelessly for his ideals. But now, he would be out of breath after just a few steps, and he would need to rest for a long time to recover his strength. This huge gap made him feel helpless and sad about the passing of time.

He often sits by the window, looking at the outside world, lamenting the ruthlessness of time. Watching young people laughing and playing in the streets, he envies their youth and vitality. Once, he was one of them, full of infinite possibilities and hopes. But now, he can only look for the lost beauty in his memories.

Facing the inconveniences brought by aging, Haochen also tried to fight against it. He tried to keep exercising, pay attention to diet and rest, but he could not stop the pace of time. He gradually realized that birth, aging, illness and death are the inevitable laws of life, and no one can escape them.

In the quiet night, Haochen lay in bed, feeling the pain and fatigue of his body, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He began to think about the meaning and value of life, and realized that life is not just a carnival of youth, but also the wisdom and calmness precipitated by the years of tempering.

Although his heart was filled with helplessness and sadness, Haochen also learned to accept and cherish those ordinary yet precious moments that he had once ignored.

In the torrent of time, although Haochen's body gradually weakened, his heart became stronger and more open-minded. He greeted the twilight of life with a peaceful attitude, warmed his heart with memories, and found his own peace and tranquility in helplessness and sorrow.

illness

The unpredictable fate always comes quietly when people least expect it. For Haochen, a sudden illness was like a dark storm, instantly dragging his life into an abyss of pain.

At first, it was just some minor discomfort, and Haochen didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just caused by overwork. However, his condition worsened at an alarming rate. In just a few days, he was bedridden, and his once agile body now seemed to be crushed by an invisible mountain.

His body was worn out by the pain, and Haochen's face had lost its former luster, replaced by paleness and grayness. His eyes were sunken, revealing endless pain and despair.

Every breath was painful, as if a sharp knife was stirring in his lungs. Every inhalation was like a difficult tug-of-war with death; every exhalation was accompanied by unspeakable pain. Every time he turned over, he had to use all his strength. The action that was once easy to complete has now become so difficult.

Haochen lay on the sickbed, surrounded by a strong smell of medicine and a deadly silence. His world became extremely small, with only this bed and endless pain. During the day, the sun shone on him through the window, but it could not warm his cold heart; at night, the moonlight was like water, but it could only reflect his lonely figure.

In the torment of illness, time seemed to be extremely long. Haochen began to recall the days when he was healthy, when he could run, laugh and pursue his dreams freely. He regretted his neglect of health and overconsumption of his body. At this moment, he deeply realized the preciousness of health, which is a priceless treasure that cannot be exchanged for money and power.

The illness not only tortured his body, but also eroded his mind. He became sensitive, fragile, and easily lost his temper. However, after each emotional fluctuation, he felt deeper self-blame and helplessness.

Although the visits and comfort from relatives and friends could bring a brief warmth, they could not alleviate his physical pain. The efforts of doctors and the effects of medicines were insignificant under the ravages of the disease.

Haochen struggled with illness, and every day was like a nightmare. But deep in his heart, he still had a desire for recovery and hope for the future. He prayed silently, hoping that a miracle would happen, so that he could regain his health and regain his lost life.

死苦

Haochen, in the end, could not escape the clutches of the disease. This ruthless disease, like a ferocious beast, devoured his vitality and hope bit by bit.

In the dim ward, Haochen lay on the bed, his body was extremely weak. His eyes were dim, but he still revealed his deep attachment to this world. He looked out the window at the blue sky, and remembered the days when he ran freely in the sun; he remembered the warm smiles of his relatives and the sincere company of his friends; he remembered those unrealized dreams and unfinished business.

At the last moment of his life, Haochen used all his strength to try to grab something, as if this could keep his life from disappearing. However, he knew clearly that he was powerless to resist the coming of death. The fear of the unknown followed him like a shadow. He didn't know what the world after death would be like, a dark void, or a brand new unknown journey?

The helplessness of the end of life tightly strangled his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. His soul struggled in pain, and his heart was filled with reluctance and regret. How he wished he could take another look at this beautiful world, feel the gentle breeze again, and hug the one he loved again.

But time will not stop for him, and death is getting closer and closer. Haochen's consciousness gradually becomes blurred, and various scenes from the past begin to emerge in front of his eyes, those moments of happiness, sadness, excitement, and loss, like a fast-playing movie.

Finally, Haochen slowly closed his eyes, his hands drooping weakly beside the bed. The flame of his life was extinguished, and he left this world that he was so attached to.

love parting pain

In another life when Haochen was going through hardships, the gears of fate turned mercilessly, dragging him into a heart-wrenching love.

It was a breezy morning when Haochen accidentally met the woman by the stream. She was like a shy water lotus, fresh and beautiful. Her eyes were smart and gentle, and just a glance at her left a deep impression on Haochen's heart.

From that day on, their destinies began to intertwine. Every encounter brought hearts together; every conversation resonated with souls. They strolled through the mountains and forests together, listening to the birds singing; they sat by the lake together, admiring the afterglow of the sunset. The flower of love quietly blossomed in their hearts, gorgeous and warm.

They made an eternal vow under the starry sky, promising to spend their lives together no matter what the weather was like. They thought that their love could withstand all the storms in the world.

However, fate cruelly revealed its hideous face. The woman was born into a prominent family, but the family's interests and power struggles made her a victim of political marriage. Although she threatened to die and tried to resist this ruthless arrangement, the pressure from the family was like a mountain, leaving her unable to break free.

On the day of their separation, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring. Haochen ran towards the girl desperately, but was stopped by her family's guards. He watched helplessly as his beloved girl was forcibly taken to the carriage in tears, and her heart-wrenching cry seemed to tear his heart apart.

Haochen struggled hard, but could only watch the carriage go farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the vast rain. He collapsed to the ground, letting the rain wash over him, the pain in his heart was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

From then on, Haochen's world lost its color. Every day he wandered around every corner where he had walked with the girl, recalling those sweet and short times. Every smile and every love word became an untouchable pain in his heart.

He met the woman in his dreams countless times, but when he woke up, he only had cold tears soaking his pillow. He tried to drink to drown his sorrows, but he could see the woman's face more clearly in his drunken state, and the torture of missing her made him feel so miserable that he wanted to die.

As time went by, Haochen's face gradually became haggard, but the love and longing in his heart never diminished. He knew that there was no possibility of meeting her again in this life, but that love was forever engraved in the depths of his soul, becoming an unhealable scar, and every time it was touched, it would bring him endless pain.

Resentment will cause pain

Haochen entered the officialdom with great ambition, determined to seek welfare for the people and realize his political ambitions. However, he never expected that what was waiting for him was a nightmare full of conspiracy and frame-up.

In this complex officialdom, Haochen encountered a group of sinister and cunning opponents. They would do anything for their own interests and regarded Haochen as a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. They were jealous of Haochen's talent and integrity and feared that his reform ideas would damage their vested interests.

As a result, these people opposed Haochen everywhere. In the court, they deliberately misinterpreted Haochen's speech, took his words out of context, and put him in an embarrassing situation; in the implementation of government affairs, they secretly sabotaged and set up many obstacles, making it difficult for Haochen's plan to be implemented.

Worse still, they framed Haochen, fabricated unfounded charges, spread rumors to discredit his reputation, and tried to make him lose the trust of the emperor and the support of the people. Haochen was involved in endless disputes and troubles, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Facing these resentful and hateful people, Haochen was filled with anger and helplessness. He knew their despicable behavior, but he had to deal with them. Every confrontation was an exhausting contest.

Haochen tried to fight their conspiracy with justice and wisdom, but it often backfired. He found that every move he made was seen through by the other party in advance, and every counterattack was cleverly resolved. This feeling of powerlessness made him fall into deep self-doubt and pain.

At night, when Haochen was alone in his study, he recalled the injustices and traps he had encountered during the day, and the anger in his heart was hard to calm down. He hated these people's shamelessness and greed, and hated their trampling on justice and fairness. But at the same time, he was also anxious and frustrated that he could not quickly get rid of this predicament.

However, Haochen did not give up. He firmly believed that justice would eventually triumph over evil, and that his ideals and beliefs would not be destroyed by these villains. In this painful struggle, he constantly sharpened his mind, waiting for the opportunity to come, and vowed to eradicate these dark forces in the officialdom in one fell swoop.