Article 597

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He is a fierce ghost in the world and a Shura in the mortal world. He looked up and saw the dead bodies of Confucian disciples everywhere, with missing arms and legs. The Immortal Lord did not accept the surrender. Except for the woman named Song, he could still keep the rest. , kill them all.

At that moment, the cruel joy arose in Mo Ran's heart. He looked at the gorgeous morning glow on the horizon, the rising sun pierced the clouds, and a dazzling golden light shone on his pale face.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched his hands in his sleeves, and trembled slightly with ecstasy and excitement.

He turned out to be such a poor person. When he was young, he begged for food in the Linyi area. He once saw his mother starve to death with his own eyes. He didn't even have a straw mat to wrap her body. At that time, he asked a monk from the Confucianism Sect if he could buy him a coffin, the thinnest and worst one would be fine, but the man said something sarcastic to him -

The monk said: "Every person deserves a coffin. If you hit three feet, you can't find one."

He had no other choice, so he wanted to bury his mother on the spot, but Linyi was strictly controlled. The nearest mass grave was outside Daicheng and had to be climbed over two hills to reach it.

He dragged his mother's body, receiving looks of disgust, contempt, surprise, and sympathy along the way, but no one helped him. He walked for fourteen days. A child dragged a woman's body for fourteen days. .

Fourteen days. There was no one willing to help him.

At first, he would kneel on the side of the road and plead, begging passers-by, horsemen, and farmers if they could take him and his mother for a ride in a wooden cart.

But who would be willing to put the body of an unknown person in their car?

Later, he stopped begging and just gritted his teeth and dragged his mother step by step.

The body stiffened, then softened, and began to rot. There was a foul smell and corpse juices oozing out. Passers-by all backed away from him and covered their noses.

On the fourteenth day, he finally reached the mass grave.

He no longer smelled of living people, and the smell of corpses filled his bones.

He didn't have a pickaxe, so he dug a shallow pit under the mass grave with his hands - he really didn't have the strength to dig a deep pit, so he dragged his mother-in-law, who was rotten beyond recognition, into the pit. Then he just sat there blankly.

After a long time, he said numbly: "Mom, it's time for me to bury you."

He started to scoop up the soil, and then he scooped up a handful and sprinkled it on his mother's chest. He collapsed and burst into tears.

It's strange, he thought the tears had already been shed.

"No, no, no. If you bury it, you won't see it. If you bury it, you won't see it." He climbed into the pit again, lay down on the putrid corpse and howled, tears rolling down his face. When his mood calmed down a little, he went to scoop up the soil again, but the soil seemed to have a smell that could open people's tear ducts, and he was defeated again.

"Why is everything so rotten...It's all so rotten..."

"Why isn't there even a mat..."

"A'niang...A'niang..."

He rubbed his face against her, but he didn't mind that she was dirty, smelly, and dead. She didn't have a good skin on her body, she was bleeding with pus and blood, and there were maggots crawling on her body.

He lay in her arms and cried bitterly, choked with sobs and heartbreaking, and every sound seemed to be dug out from his throat stained with blood.

In the end, his wail echoed across the mass grave. The sound was distorted, hoarse, and unclear. Sometimes it sounded like a human cry, but more often it sounded like the wail of a young animal after losing its mother.

"Aniang...Aniang!!"

"Someone, please... Is there someone... Someone, please bury me too... Please bury me, too..."

In a blink of an eye, twenty passed.

Mo Ran returned to Linyi, standing on the Qiong Tower on the top of the mountain with green tiles and flying rafts in Confucianism Gate, standing in front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The cub that smelled like corpse had become bright-colored fur and sharp fangs. He opened his eyes again, and his pupils flashed with a crazy and exciting brilliance.

He is standing here today, who dares to tell him that if he hits three feet, it will be difficult for you to get one?

absurd! He wants ten feet, a hundred feet, or thousands of feet!

He wants them, everyone in this world, to kneel down, rub their knees on the ground, and present his thousands of feet and millions of feet on their knees——

Trample all the immortals and respect the world! ! !

He has entered the Hall of Immortals and met Nangong Changying. He has become more and more certain about his desires and ambitions. Yes, he can conquer all the immortals and respect the world. He can hold everything in the palm of his hand and grasp everything. live.

He will no longer be the child who caressed the corpse and cried bitterly. He will never let the person he loves die in front of him, rot in front of him, with white bones growing on his skin, and his former face turning into mud.

Never again.

A hundred years later, he will also become a god like Nangong Changying, worshiped by others, standing high on mountains, with white jade as his body and gold powder as his inscriptions.

No, he will be better than Nangong Changying. His peak of life and death will be far better than the original Confucianism Sect. And he, the first king of the world of cultivation, will also be better than Nangong Changying, the hypocrite who can't afford to let go. It makes people admire and praise you even more.

Sin?

He didn't believe that Nangong Changying had no sins. How could someone who gave birth to such a monster as the Confucianism Sect be such a noble and upright gentleman who sacrificed his life for righteousness?

Isn't it just that "greedy, resentful, deceiving, murdering, robbing and plundering are the seven things I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do"? Who doesn’t know what to say? Before Mo Weiyu died, he could have found someone to come up with some wonderful and laudable world-awakening stories for him.

Heng Yan, he can find a sycophant to write a history book for him, and the darkness of the past will be wiped out. From now on, he will become the Immortal Emperor and a sage master who "cares about the common people and has great ambitions to dominate the world in one fell swoop."

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