Messenger of Bliss

What Daoist Cang Yi said was true, Heitu summoned the Imperfect Realm after 500 years of absence.

Yet he was only half right.

Standing in front of the abyss at the entrance, Heitu stared at the white jade in his hand, and suddenly hesitated.

Now that the hidden story has come to light again, if he doesn't plan to clean up the bad debts that have been set aside for too long, he will not be able to live without any problems as his lover wishes.

Memories and feelings cannot be separated, he and the past that was ready to be cut off completely, and he still has hatred.

I was so angry that I had to go back to that place, and I had to kill the escaped original sin with my own hands, so that I could truly be freed.

Heitu kissed the white jade affectionately, and gently put it into the skirt of his shirt. It fit tightly to the skin of his heart, like that person's body, with a hint of intoxicating coolness.

"Little slob, you always sleep like this. I won't forgive you when you wake up."

With a tearful smile, he waved away the entrance and stepped in the other direction.

mole cricket.

The vicissitudes of life, the city that was considered decent in the past, has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, and now it has long been abandoned into a pile of dilapidated ruins.

Like a stillborn curled up in a womb of mud.

The only lifeline in the former poor and remote village was the clear and fertile river that ran through the whole city. All gains and losses in this barren land were closely related to it.People build temples and pagodas at the source, and enshrine the most precious treasures to the incarnation of the river god—He Po, a legendary elder who is immortal, and in fact she is indeed immortal.Ancestors, great-grandfathers, grandfathers, fathers, sons, grandsons, and great-grandchildren, one pair after another witnessed her unparalleled longevity, and generations of people willingly gave her their supreme respect.

A mortal's whole life is nothing more than trying to be healthy and stable.Weddings and funerals, weddings, births, name taboos, official careers, schooling, house relocation, farming, harvesting, praying, salvation... Her guidance penetrates into every corner of Mole Cricket City, taking care of everyone's life in every possible way.In this place that is almost isolated from the world, He Po is faith, ruler, and an unquestionable symbol of power.

Heitu strolled idly along the rotten river ditch, facing the setting sun, and stopped in front of the ruined temple.

He lifted the sticky soles of his shoes across the threshold, wiped the cobwebs off his face, and watched silently.

The god statue has long lost its splendor, and the thick dust covered the original lifelike facial features. In the whole space, there is nothing but the afterglow that penetrates through the gap to accompany it.

Heitu felt a little depressed, all the past, once he broke out of the cocoon, he would be more vivid in his memory.Precise, clear, and clear, presented in his mind, and exaggerated perversely, as if deliberately reminding him that the wound is just a scab, with pus and sores flowing underneath, and some things cannot be calmed down until they come to an end .

In fact, he is not familiar with this place. The dirty air spit out by the pariah does not allow the noble gods to be blasphemed.

Yes, untouchables.

Heitu still doesn't understand why since he was born, or even before he was born, he has been denied the right to exist, and hastily decided how to live.

If we had to find out the reason, probably, it would be much easier to classify him as a different kind of people than to take the trouble to tolerate everyone who pursued stability.

Heitu smiled contemptuously, but that was all.

"Boom!"

The sound of footsteps had been heard a long time ago, Heitu didn't turn around, but turned his head slightly, the astonished old woman he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, was just like the statue represented by her, even though he was dying, he was still recognizable at a glance.

"You are…"

Heitu's eyes flicked across her aging face, he twisted his neck and stopped looking at her, and continued to stare at the statue.He stubbornly wanted to pierce through the haze, and tortured the two hollow holes underneath.

"You and it... Which one is the true deity? Master He Po."

"Is it important?" The old woman supported her rickety back and picked up the bamboo basket that fell on the ground. "The river is dry, and the river mother has lost her focus a long time ago. She can't protect anyone!"

"Of course it's important." Heitu raised his head motionlessly, "I always have to be clear about who to ask for this debt."

"You... who are you?"

"Guess what." Heitu smiled lightly, "That was the closest I was to this so-called holy river, the bottom of the river was so cold, my hands were so hot, so painful, and bleeding...cannibalism The fish got into the pig cage and bit me... The water poured in, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't struggle, I could only wait for death a little bit..."

His indifferent tone remained unchanged, as if he was just stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.He Po was trembling when she heard this, and asked in a trembling voice, "You...you are a human or a ghost..."

"Is it important?" Heitu asked back, "Have you guessed it? If not, I can tell you slowly."

"You... came to ask for my life?"

"En." Heitu shrugged his shoulders calmly, "Was it wrong?"

He Po staggered back, "It's just a small finger, and you survived. Old lady, my life is not long. It's been 1000 years. Those grievances can't be..."

"It's just a small finger, and you made a big fuss about it." Heitu ignored her actions, and interrupted her calmly, "Oh, you reminded me...you are old, you are like this Old, you are so old..." He paused for a moment, closed his eyes and shook his head, "Damn it."

"no, do not want…"

He Po felt the shuddering chill. She tried her best to escape from the door, but was firmly cut off by a black shadow that came in an instant.

"Where to go."

Heitu looked at her lazily, and raised the corner of his mouth as if there was nothing, "I asked that river god just now, and he seemed to tell me that he was just a pile of loess, and he didn't know anything about what you did..."

"Forgive me!" He Po trembled and knelt down, "At that time...the river became more and more dirty, and I lost the ability to divination...the disaster of mole crickets...I have nothing to do...but I have to come up with a way to appease the people. Ah! only... only..."

"The only thing I can do is to sacrifice the ready-made me, right?" Heitu looked down at her condescendingly, with an understated smile on his face, but his voice came out from between his teeth, "I didn't do anything wrong, no, I I didn’t do anything, just because I had an extra finger, why should I bear the responsibility?”

"I can't help it either!" He Po stretched out her hand anxiously, begging, "This river... this river is the pillar of the people, do you want me to tell the truth about its precarious condition and destroy their hope! They... They need sustenance of suffering!"

"Don't use this to prevaricate me!" Enraged by her sophistry, Heitu kicked her away and shouted, "You are clearly afraid! Afraid of losing love, afraid of losing support, afraid of losing what you said The vain glory that 'they' gave you! Is it so difficult to admit it! If you are wrong, you are wrong! If you harm someone, you are harming someone! I don't care what your difficulties were at the beginning, and I don't care how pitiful you are now, you deserve to die! "

He Po hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. She coughed desperately and stared at Heitu in horror with her cloudy eyeballs.

"You know what is the most incredible thing to me?" Heitu slowly walked towards her, stomping on the mottled ground fiercely, like a demon.

"It's obviously killing innocent people, but it's under the banner of doing justice for the sky. Unexpectedly, no one thinks it's wrong."

"Ha..." He Po suddenly laughed, "Innocent? Jue Mingzong, you are so innocent!"

"You have put the cart before the horse, He Po." Heitu was not surprised when she recognized her identity, squatted down on the spot, and looked at her expressionlessly, "You guys taught me, when I was at the bottom of the river, I suddenly realized, To punish monsters, perhaps, it is better to become the biggest monster, so that this world can taste the bitter fruit I have chewed."

"If you don't make up for your sins, how can you ask me to make atonement?"

"You don't have to atone, and I won't atone. I just want you to—"

Heitu leaned close to her, moved his lips with a teasing smile, the words were silent, but those two words hit He Po's eardrums like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, making the hair stand on end.

--life for a life.

"No..." He Po grabbed Heitu's sleeve and begged, "It's them! They... they all said you were a disaster, they all hated you, they didn't believe you were a good person, they closed their eyes Listen, you are eager to find a partner for your inner anxiety, you can't reason with them! I... I just follow their wishes and push the boat along! No one will feel at ease if I don't kill you!"

"Who..." Heitu squeezed He Po's wrist, making a crackling sound, "Everyone said I was guilty, kept saying, kept talking, talking endlessly...for a long time, even myself I was thinking about it, and I was wondering if I was really that unbearable. I was a born sinner. But I didn’t understand until I became a sinner myself... When goodness becomes a different kind, what you have to do is to eradicate Dissidents are enough. Don't push the responsibility to everyone's stupidity. You are just too troublesome, too lazy to promote good, too lazy to explain, too lazy to subvert other people's deep-rooted opinions! With your status at that time, you only need to defend me...But You don't even want to say a word! What you think is...as long as I die, it will be fine, as long as I die, it will save trouble, as long as I die, you will never be exposed if you don't look decent, right! "

He Po let out a heart-piercing scream, her withered arms were twisted into twists, Heitu let her go, stood up indifferently, and immediately stepped on her palm.

"You, or all of you, just want to find an excuse to vent the greedy evil thoughts in your heart."

"Jade Mingzong...ah!" He Po sobbed, showing her blood-stained teeth, "You...you are shameless for insulting an old woman who is about to die! You are not afraid of retribution if you bully the weak like this!"

"I was only a teenager when I sank to the bottom of the river, and I was also a child."

Heitu couldn't help but let out a sneer, and squinted at her, "Not all villains will reap their own consequences, this is the cruel reality."

He grinned ferociously and raised his handsome eyebrows.

"You and I are the same kind."

These eyes, nightmare-like eyes, life-threatening eyes of prey, eyes that have tortured her for 1000 years, are the last accusation of a pure and gentle child before his death in vain, the confession that no one cares about.

Everything changed and nothing changed.

He Po was stunned, she was trembling, and her skirt was wet.

"Forgive me..."

Heitu smiled sympathetically and easily reached a consensus.

"Okay."

He Po froze for a moment, as if she didn't believe that he would be so straightforward, before she could react, she was tightly wrapped around her head by a huge palm.

"Take my forgiveness and die."

It's just a split second.

She didn't even have a chance to resist, so she died.

Heitu wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes, and walked out of the temple without looking back, the sun had already set.

"Fanyu, I am more and more like you, I talk too much and talk too much."

He put his hand into his chest, fondled the white jade lovingly, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I killed someone in front of you, but I... can finally reconcile with the past. You will forgive me, right?"

He talked to the white jade coquettishly, as if he could hear its answer.