The fruit of killing life

Chapter 152

On the banks of the Zhuo River, Taohuayu.

Hanging dragon gate.

For countless years, the Zhuo River has flowed endlessly from west to east.

Nowadays, due to the severe flood in the whole north, the water volume of the Zhuohe River is much more abundant than usual, and it is as vast as a lake and sea.

It's a little bit better when it flows through the middle reaches. There are continuous mountains and river bends to block it, and it can barely restrain this tyrannical yellow dragon.

But once you pass Taohuayu, you will officially leave the middle reaches of the mountains.

Come to the dividing line between downstream.

It is also the second dragon gate among the upper, middle and lower [Dragon Gate] above the Zhuohe River - [Hanging Dragon Gate].

The huge turbid current that originally traveled through the mountains rushed into the downstream plains through this place.

Because of the large amount of sediment it carried, it abruptly changed from an underground river to a suspended river above the ground, so this second road [Longmen] is called so.

now.

The gradually gloomy night and the heavy rain from the sky trapped a group of pedestrians in a ruined temple in Taohua Valley.

They were old and young, men and women, there were about a dozen of them in total, but they were all sallow and emaciated in ragged clothes.

It was clearly a group of refugees fleeing.

This era pays attention to kinship, and even fleeing is based on the family.

They all came from the same village, and they were more or less related.

At least you can help each other, which is far more reliable than strangers.

Although exhausted for a long time, a group of people worked together and managed to clean up this abandoned monk temple who did not know how many years ago into a place that could shelter from the rain.

It's just that no one realized that the clay sculpture of the unknown Buddha statue in the temple seemed a little too clean even though the paint on its body had been mottled for a long time.

In the crowd, a girl about four or five years old with two braids pulled her mother's sleeve and said softly:
"Mom, I'm hungry!
Didn't you say that daddy and second uncle went to find something to eat?It's already dark, why haven't the two of them come back yet? "

Because he was too thin, the child's black eyes appeared extraordinarily large.

Looking at these innocent eyes despite all the hardships, the young mother couldn't help but tremble.

The other people in the ruined temple couldn't help but look sad.

Not far from this ruined temple is the Zhuohe River. Before dark, the men in the team wanted to see if there was a way to catch a few fish for the only meal of the day for their wives and children.

But when they were just approaching the river, they were swept away by an inexplicable big wave.

Others only saw a huge blue-black fish tail, flashing away in the turbid waves.

Immediately, he realized that this was an encounter with a spirit monster who ate people in the water!
Horrified, he could only retreat back in panic, never daring to take half a step near the water's edge.

Even if the fire of hunger has already made my stomach ache, I can only continue to endure it forcefully.

Sighing softly, the young mother touched her little daughter's head, and stuffed a green peach with white fluff into her hand.

This is a fish that slipped through the net when the husband with quick eyes and quick hands found it under a leaf when he was passing through Taohua Valley. He ate it reluctantly and secretly left it for his wife.

After all, they were not the first group of refugees to flee through Taohuayu.

After the disaster in their hometown, countless people who could not survive dragged their families and wanted to go to the more affluent plains to beg for food.

August is the season for local peaches to ripen. No matter how many wild peaches there are in Taohua Valley, they have already been picked clean.

Even this peach is already the last ration for the two of them.

Losing the pillar of their family, their future is doomed to be dark.

"Mom, let's eat together."

The little girl begged her mother to let her take a bite first, and then she squinted her eyes and started nibbling with relish.

Even a small green peach made her extremely satisfied.

Even the peach pits that were soft because they were not ripe, they were chewed and eaten, and even the slightest crumbs were not wasted.

The wind and rain outside the temple became more and more fierce.

It was just nightfall, and the endless exhaustion made everyone's eyelids twitch.

The young mother held her daughter in her arms and patted her shoulder lightly.

"Sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep."

Work in a while.

The group of refugees curled up in a corner and fell asleep.

When the snoring sounded everywhere, everyone could finally have a full meal in their dreams.

Thick corn porridge and white flour buns, if you can add a small dish of pickles, it will be too satisfying.

For these victims, even dreaming is so humble.
at this time.

Click!

The clay Buddha statue on the stone platform, more precisely a [Clay Bodhisattva], suddenly opened its eyelids, revealing a pair of earthy yellow eyes that looked like clay balls.

Looking around in the temple, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

then
Actually climbed down from the stone platform lightly.

She tiptoed silently to the side of a middle-aged man, bent down slowly, and sucked hard on his face.

Wisps of white and blood-colored smoke rose from the seven orifices immediately, and quickly sank into the mouth of this [Clay Bodhisattva].

Then, the body of this clay sculpture gradually became alive.

dong dong dong.
There was even a faint sound of a strong heartbeat in the chest cavity.

It seems that as it continues to eat people, it is slowly transforming from a mud tire to a flesh and blood body!
【Strange · Mud Bodhisattva】

There is a saying that "the clay bodhisattva can't protect himself when crossing the river", even if it is offered in a temple, how can it bless others?
Only know how to ask, unable to return.

Taboo: Incense is required to enter the temple. If you do not offer incense, you must offer blood food!
Since a large number of refugees could not pass through the road cards set up on the avenue by the local governments, they could only take this kind of desolate trail.

During this period of time, I don't know how many people sent themselves to the mouth of [Nud Bodhisattva] in a daze.

The night was getting darker, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

In the dark peach forest of Taohuayu, another pair of young travelers came.

A tall and tall young man in a green shirt, a barefoot and black-haired girl in a red skirt, one handsome and handsome, and the other pretty and charming, are holding an oil-paper umbrella together, but they are not even wet by the rain.

Although a big black dog was directly drenched in the rain behind him, the water droplets slipped from its shiny fur.

Now the domesticated old black is more and more like a real spirit, gradually showing its miraculous powers.

It was just around the corner to speak.

"Sister, don't worry. We will cross the Peach Blossom Valley on the shore, and then we can continue on the boat.

Pass [Xuanlongmen] and then go down the river. In the downstream with almost no bends, find a few more water ghosts to push the boat, and you can reach Yunhe County tomorrow night at the latest. "

Although before the [Dragon Gate] opened and showed its magic, these places were usually just waterfalls with fast-flowing water.

But Wang Yuan kept in mind the taboos of boatmen on the Zhuohe River:
——On the Zhuohe River, there are three dragon gates as the boundary, and the ferry cannot cross the boundary.Once the boundary is crossed, the ship capsizes and people die immediately!

Before reaching [Xuanlongmen], put away the boat and walk ashore.

Since we are on the territory of the [Cyclops Man], we naturally have to bow our heads.

For the time being, he doesn't have tens of thousands of [Yin De] to change to a new identity.

"Well, anyway, I've been waiting for 15 years, and it's not too short of a few days.

I just don't know if the people in Yunhe County are the same as what we saw along the way. "

After finishing speaking, both of them fell silent.

Only after seeing the outside world with their own eyes, did they truly understand how tragic the "people cannibalize each other and starve to death everywhere" said in the history books.

They headed east along the Zhuohe River.

Although Lao Xu said that "although the road is long, the journey will come soon", but every step along the way is really shocking, even bloody.

There are refugees everywhere on the road, and they even fight each other just to fight for half of the blood-stained cornbread, with blood flowing profusely.

Monsters can be beheaded, but how should a person who can't survive at all be beheaded?
What is broken is not the human heart, but the world that eats people.

Wang Yuan originally had a very simple dream.

The hurried pipes and strings, the long street of smoky scenery, the melted moonlight night, the leisurely and peaceful residence, and I lean on the fence to listen to the wind, and invite the stars with the lamp.

Take the little female ghost, watch the sunrise in Taishan in the morning, enjoy Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and go to Beihai in the evening to drink with the aurora.

The imaginary world should not be like this!

The more they saw with their own eyes, the more intense a flame burned in their hearts.

suddenly.

Choo Choo Choo.
A shrill ghost cry suddenly came to the ears of the two of them.

Looking up, there are two male ghosts who have been following behind.

They are just two low-level wandering souls whose bodies have been gnawed to pieces by something, which is even more miserable than the "Mr. Ichimokuwu" back then.

The two couldn't help but wonder.

"There will be ghosts who dare to come to the door on their own initiative?"

After all, in the eyes of all ghosts.

The [Golden Wheel of Merit and Virtue] transformed from one hundred thousand yin virtues shines with golden light for more than ten feet, and there is a group of [Yellow Spring Yin Soldiers] accompanying them.

It's too late to hide, how dare you take the initiative to come forward?
But seeing the two ghosts staring at Mu Leng Leng, they kowtowed desperately, repeating ghost words that others could not understand:

"Please. Save the Mud Bodhisattva. He is alive!"

(End of this chapter)