messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 44 The only thing that can be done
This homestay is indeed a fairly clean place as the child said, at least there is no dust on the floor and furniture.The layout is very simple, a set of tables and chairs, a set of quilts, but there is no bed, just sleep on the floor.

Maybe it's because it's simple that the price is cheap. Chu and Yingzi asked for a room. Yingzi needs to rest, but Chu doesn't.

In the room, Chu helped Yingzi spread the quilt, she raised her head and said to Yingzi who was sitting by the window.

"Sakura, you can rest now."

After Yingzi rested, Chu would leave the room and guard the door.

Sakurako was staring in front of the window in a daze, when Chu's voice woke her up.

"En." She responded, took off her coat, walked to the bed and lay down.

"Then I'll go out first." Chu lowered his head and was about to exit the room.

Sakurako stopped her.

"Chu, can you sit here a little longer?"

On the bed, the girl's eyes looked at Chu with some anxiety.

Chu's movements paused for a while, and finally nodded and said.

"I understand."

She walked slowly to Yingzi's bed and sat beside her.

Seeing Chu sitting beside her, the uneasiness in Yingzi's eyes dissipated.

Now, only Chu is by her side.

Chu silently stared at Yingzi on the bed, thought for a while, then put a hand on Yingzi's head and touched it gently.

"Have a good rest."

Yingzi often had nightmares when she was a child. At that time, she didn't know what to do, so she asked the old monk to find a way.

The old monk would tell Yingzi the story of the Buddha, and then stretch out his hand to gently stroke Yingzi's head, so that Yingzi would calm down.

At the beginning, she didn't know any stories about Buddha, but she wanted to do something that could at least make Yingzi feel better.

Yingzi seemed to be getting better, she blushed slightly and closed her eyes.

But Yingzi has not fallen asleep, her breathing is light or heavy, you can feel it, she is thinking about many things.

At first, I felt that as an apostle, she could do very little.

She seems to only kill people.

But in that way, can the evil really be taken away?
Who knows, all she knows is that the voice that gave her only meaning told her that she was here to take away the evil.

"Chu." On the bed, Yingzi couldn't fall asleep, she opened her eyes again and called Daochu's name.

At this time, it was already late at night outside, and today's clouds were very thick, and there were no stars in the sky, only a lonely moon.

In the darkness, Chu seemed to be integrated with the shadow, she looked at Yingzi with those dark eyes, waiting for what Yingzi had to say.

Yingzi asked aloud: "You said, Jizo, really only kills the wicked?"

Obviously, she didn't really care about what the kid said in the afternoon.

Sitting there for the first time, there was no answer.

"Are my parents and the abbot all villains?" Yingzi asked again.

Chu still didn't answer, her lips were tightly closed, as if she couldn't speak.

After a while, Sakurako asked the final question.

"After all, what is evil?"

But Chu still couldn't answer.

She lowered her eyes like a silent stone.

What is sin? She herself no longer distinguishes it because she can't distinguish clearly.

In the room, there was only the sound of Yingzi breathing quietly, and there was nothing else.

It may have been a long time.

Chu finally spoke to Sakurako.

A short, softly spoken sentence.

"I'll take your guilt away, I promise."

This is the only thing she can do for Sakura.

It was also the only thing she could promise Sakurako.

On the bed, Yingzi was stunned for a while, her eyes were red, and she lowered her gaze and stopped looking at the beginning.

For a while, she tried her best to smile and said with a sob.

"That's why I said you were cunning at first."

She didn't want Chu to take away her sins at all.

From the very beginning, she didn't care about any evil at all, she just wanted her parents to stay, she just wanted the old monk to stay, she just wanted Chu to stay.

She just wants to live with the person she values, she just, and only has such a wish.

Why can't it be done? Could it be that this is also a sin?
That night Yingzi just slept lightly for a while, after waking up, she left the hotel early with Chu.

They won't stay here. Now that they have news about Jizo, Yingzi will definitely go to him.

Junhu is still a long way from here. If you want to find Jizo, you need to start as soon as possible.

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On the side of the street, a little boy was blocked by two people.

If you look closely at that little boy, you will find that he is the one who led Yingzi and Chu yesterday.

The two people who stopped him were two samurai with swords. In this era, as long as you have a sword, you can call yourself a samurai.

"You guys, what's the matter with you?"

Facing the two people in front of him, the boy's eyes dodged a little. He had tried his best to avoid these people, but he didn't expect to be caught anyway.

The two warriors looked at each other, and one of them grinned and said.

"We heard that you were soliciting customers on this street again, why didn't you inform us?"

"I."

It should be nervousness, which made the boy stutter when he spoke.

"I think these trivial things, no, there is no need to bother you."

"How can you say that? We are in charge of everything on this street. We should know about the big and small things."

A samurai smiled, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and held out a hand.

"So, shouldn't you pay the fee that you should pay on this street when you come back?"

"That, that." The boy said, biting his lip tightly, "I don't have much money anymore."

"Huh?" The warrior's face suddenly became gloomy: "Didn't you still solicit customers yesterday, why didn't you have any money?"

"Are you looking down on us!?" Another warrior suddenly became fierce and shouted loudly.

"No, no." The boy waved his hands in a panic.

People passing by the street obviously saw this scene, but no one dared to speak up because the two samurai were carrying swords.

At this time, most people would not choose to meddle in such nosy matters.

But at this moment, a voice interrupted the communication between the boy and the samurai.

"Do people like you dare to call yourself warriors?"

It was a nice female voice, the boy froze for a moment, he remembered that he had heard this voice yesterday.

It was the voice of the female guest holding the umbrella.

The samurai who was interrupted seemed very displeased. He turned his head ferociously and looked at the person behind him who made the sound.

They saw a paper umbrella with prominent cherry blossoms painted on it. There were two people standing under the umbrella, their faces half-hidden by the edge of the paper umbrella.

The two samurai immediately noticed that the other was also carrying a knife around his waist.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" they snapped, putting their hands on their sabers.

"It's nothing." Under the umbrella, the person in light pink clothes said, "I just think that people like you are not worthy of using knives."

As she spoke, she slowly untied the knife from her waist, held it in her hand, and pulled it out.

It was a rusty knife, which looked mottled and hideous.

It's hard to imagine anyone wielding a knife like this, and the knife seems like a stark contrast to the person using it.

One side is clean and pure, and the other side is rusty.

The two samurai also drew their knives and made a confrontational posture, and one of them warned.

"You better know what you're doing!"

But just after his words fell, the rusty blade had already stabbed in front of him.

The two quickly resisted.

From the street came the sound of two clashes of swords.

The rusty knife blocked the attack of the two sharp blades, and then cut through the wrists of the two samurai at the same time at an extremely fast speed.

"what!"

A shrill scream echoed, and the two warriors fell to the ground, their wrists were almost cut off in half, and they probably wouldn't be able to use a sword in their entire lives.

The street fell into silence for a moment, and everyone looked at the people under the umbrella in panic.

The umbrella lifted slightly, revealing their faces.

Just like the cherry blossoms on the umbrella, their appearance is enough to make people admire, but at the same time, the blood on the ground also tells people their danger.

Yingzi put away the knife, looked at the two samurai who fell on the ground and howled, and said aloud.

"You can call me Xixing Temple. If you want revenge, come to me. I'll be there for you at any time. By the way, if you know someone, tell a person called Dizang that I'm looking for him."

After speaking, she put away the knife and walked away slowly.

The blood on the blade was still wet, and dripped down the scabbard to the ground, following her footsteps further and further away.

In people's gaze, the conspicuous sakura color passes through the dark street, named after the cherry blossom monster, and is remembered by the world.

(Note, Xixingyao: It comes from Dongfang Fantasy Township, the name of a cherry tree demon. It is said that when it is in full bloom, the beautiful cherry blossoms will lead people to death, and there are countless dead bodies buried under its roots.)
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The following are some personal words: It has been almost a month since the beginning of this book, and there are a lot of comments. Many readers said that they prefer the previous one. I hope I can continue to write the next one of the previous one. Or a side story.Well, how should I put it, I am very grateful for everyone's love and support, and because of this, I want to say something from my heart.

In fact, writing novels was my hobby at the beginning. I personally think that it should be a pure and clean thing. I just write because I want to write.But then, with the income, it seemed to turn into a career as well.

When a hobby becomes a career, it is like a kind of conflict, no, it should be said to be a variety of conflicts. Many things have become different, and the mentality has also changed.Sometimes I get irritable, impatient, and have trouble keeping track of myself.My daily life has also been affected a lot.

I don't know exactly what it feels like, but I feel that my words are also being affected.And I wrote this book, in fact, a large part of the reason is because I want to calm myself down again, seriously think about my problems, and find solutions.This may be a transition, or it may be a turning point. I need to see the road under my feet clearly, just like the beginning.Whether it can have a good income is not so important, no matter what, I want to finish writing it seriously.

This book may not be so interesting to some readers, and some readers may think it is a short essay, but please believe that I am still writing seriously, and I also hope to express what I want to express to you as much as possible .

I am very grateful to everyone who is still supporting me. Here, on behalf of myself, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you.

(End of this chapter)