Li Qingshan clutched his head with both hands, his brows furrowed. His body arched and his spine stood tall, like a struggling ox. A strange smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
The various demonic transformations began to recede.
Ox Demon Strength Sinks in the Mud!
If all mud no longer existed, what was the point of clinging to it? If one could enjoy it, who would be willing to suffer?
This was "bliss", a "pure land" without pain.
He roared at the sky, the wind and clouds surging. He bared his fangs and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
His mind calmed down in an instant. He had already made up his mind. Phoenix's Nirvana!
The bright red flames spread and engulfed everything, but that was not enough. As long as the beautiful and moving memories remained, he could not resist this "bliss".
He could not give it up, nor was he willing to give it up. Memories were one. How could they be clearly distinguished between beauty and ugliness, moving emotions and pain?
How could he not know that Little Ann had killed countless people and committed heinous crimes? But in his eyes, there was no difference between beauty and bones. They were both his Little Ann!
How should he separate these memories?
With a long sigh, he activated the Spirit Turtle Transformation!
His eyes suddenly became blank, as if all his thoughts had been emptied. His reflection of the clear blue sky was also burned by the raging fire, falling from the sky.
Boom! A streak of light flew past, landing in a field.
An old couple hurried over. Smoke and fire lingered in the air, and sparks flew in their faces. They could not immediately approach.
But they did not seem to know fear. The old man picked up his tools and opened up a path.
At this time, the cry of a baby suddenly rang out in front. This situation was rather strange.
The old couple looked at each other, burning with anxiety. They quickened their pace.
They hurried through the burnt sorghum, and the old man missed. The old woman reacted quickly and grabbed his arm, preventing him from falling into the scorched pit.
The flames in the sinkhole had not been completely extinguished. In the middle of the sinkhole was half a broken eggshell, and there was a baby lying inside. His body was wrinkled and pink. He clenched his fists and kicked his legs, as if he was fighting with an invisible monster. He was crying loudly.
The old man slowly slid down the sinkhole, extinguished the remaining fire, and approached the baby.
The baby suddenly opened his eyes and stopped crying. A pair of big red eyes clearly reflected the surrounding scenery.
The old man stopped in his tracks, not daring to approach.
The old woman walked past him and picked up the baby. Her face was full of excitement. "Old man, look, it's a baby! It's a gift from His Majesty! "
Before they came to this Nirvana, they ate vegetarian, prayed to the Buddha, and did good deeds all their lives. However, they didn't have any children. They were the typical local example of "good people don't get rewarded". They didn't have any regrets. They were pious and did good deeds as usual. After they died, they were led to this Nirvana. However, they didn't stop thinking about it. Today, their dream finally came true.
When the old man heard this, he no longer hesitated. He immediately knelt down and chanted the name of Buddha.
They carried the child back to the house and fed him rice porridge. The child did not refuse and ate more than an adult.
The old woman beamed with joy. "Oh, luckily we are in His Majesty's territory. Otherwise, we would all be poor because of him."
The old man slapped his thigh. "Alright, I'll go and plant more pumpkins. We can harvest them in a few days and feed the kid pumpkin soup."
The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss had the saying, "Flowers that don't wither in all four seasons, and the scenery of spring in all eight seasons." The climate was warm and comfortable, and there was no severe cold or heat. The land was exceptionally fertile, and there was no need for labor.
Farming was no longer a hard job of 'facing the yellow soil with one's back to the sky', it had become a great joy. They could plant whatever they wanted to eat. Today, it was planted, and the next day, it would sprout. It was different every day. Soon, it would blossom and bear fruit. It was an indescribable joy. The fields were always filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The child was growing up day by day. Yes, the child was growing up every day, every moment. The next day, he could run all over the place and eat more and more. A few days later, the newly planted pumpkin patch could no longer satisfy his appetite.
The old couple did not find it strange. Presumably, in this Nirvana, children grew as fast as melons and fruits!
One day, the child was eating melons. Suddenly, a light flashed through his mind. He looked up from the melon skin. "Who am I?"
This caught the old couple off guard. These days, they had discussed the naming of the child. For the child given by His Majesty, the name must be careful and meaningful. They could not just call him "Ergou" or "Dazhu".
However, they were not educated. The children in the village in the previous generation all had such names. The old man smoked three packs of tobacco but still could not find a name. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke. "Hey, old woman, why didn't His Majesty give him a name as well?"
The old woman pointed at the old man's head and said resentfully, "You old thing, you really think you have too little gold. I can't count on you. I'll go to the temple and ask for one in a few days."
However, after a few days, the child asked himself. The old couple looked at each other and were speechless.
"Who am I?" The child threw away the melon skin. His voice became louder.
"I got it!" The old man slapped his thigh again. "You were born from an egg. Let's call you 'Eggsheng'!"
The old woman glared at the old man. The old man did not feel it at all. He said proudly, "My surname is Ruan. You will be called Ruan Eggsheng."
The old woman snatched the tobacco pipe and hit him on the head. "You are the soft egg. You are the soft egg!"
The old man parried and said, "I am not a soft egg. How can I be hit by you?"
The child muttered to himself, "Eggsheng? My name is Eggsheng. "He automatically ignored the word" Ruan ".
Suddenly, he smiled and jumped up. "I am Eggsheng! I still want to eat melons! "
"The melons are all gone. Go and plant them! "
The old man picked up the melon seeds on the ground and carried the hoe. He walked out of the door dejectedly. "Eggsheng" followed behind him, waiting to eat melons.
The old man laughed. "Eggsheng, don't be anxious. It won't grow in ten days to half a month."
"Eggsheng" did not give up and continued to follow. The old man patted his head and went to the field to plant the melon seeds.
"Eggsheng" squatted on the ridge of the field and waited. His eyes were fixed on the melon field.
"What a silly child!" The old man smiled and shook his head. Suddenly, he heard "Eggsheng" mumble.
"Grow! Grow! Grow! "
A pair of scarlet eyes gradually turned green. They were as clear as water and as green as leaves.
The melon sprouts broke out of the soil and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bright yellow flowers bloomed and round fruits grew under the petals. They swelled up like balloons. In the next moment, the melon was ripe and fell!
"Eggsheng" rushed into the melon field and picked up a watermelon that was bigger than his head. He smashed it with his head and started eating.
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