The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 739: Solving the Demon ([-])

The dark crow turned its head and took a deep look at the tree.

At the top of the tree, at some point another crow stood.

The crow was slightly smaller, tilted its head, and looked back at it affectionately.

Is that you, Liang Sunyi?
The way you stand proudly on a high place is so beautiful, my mother graces the world!

The corners of Yan Sanhe's mouth raised slightly, and then her eyes slowly looked at the crows in the tree.

Which one of these is Chu Yanting?
"The handwritten letter Chu Yan left to Tang Jianxi contained three sentences at the end:
The first sentence: I will follow Rong Yu all my life and have no regrets;
Second sentence: I died for him without regret;
The third sentence: Three sticks of fragrance, may the Bodhisattva bless and bless my Lord and his longevity. "

The heads of thousands of crows moved together, and they all turned to look at one of them.

The crow was quiet, its pointed beak facing Yan Sanhe, as if it had been like this all his life, standing quietly behind him.

"How willing do you have to be to say the words "no regrets" before you die?"

Yan Sanhe smiled with tears in his eyes.

“Loyalty is a word that everyone usually talks about, but very few actually practice it in critical moments.

Chu Yanting did it, Yulin Army Zuo Wei Zhang Yuanbing did it, Zuo Zhanshi Han Ming did it, and the prince's bodyguard Xiao Ze also did it.

And you, you, you, you, all of you...

There are despicable people in this world, but there are people who would rather be broken into pieces than become whole;
There is a plan, and there is the tragic and heroic feeling of a man who is determined to die and tries his hand to mend the cracks in the sky;

Where there is hypocrisy, there is the determination to do it despite knowing it cannot be done;

If there is danger, there will be courage and steadfastness to go on, even if there are thousands of people.

Chu Yan has no regrets, Zhang Yuanbing has no regrets, Han Ming has no regrets, Xiao Ze has no regrets, and each of you has no regrets! "

After Yan Sanhe slowly looked around, he returned to the crow in front of him.

"Look, there are so many people who are willing to die for you, and they firmly say the word "no regrets". How many people in this world can do this?

Zhao Lin, you cannot be a good emperor, but you can be a good person.People should have conscience, benevolence, warmth, and compassion.

Those who write history are always those who sit in high positions. In their writings, you are a traitor and a traitor, and this is where your resentment comes from. This is your real inner demon.

But don’t forget, even if everyone in the world thinks so, there are always some people who are defending you in their most insignificant way.

For example, Lu Shi;

For example, Dong Chengfeng;
There are still some people who would rather stay in this cold underworld than reincarnate, but they still want to accompany you and follow you.

Aren’t they more warm and able to warm your heart than that cold chair?

Once you fall into the rivers and lakes, you have a bad life. Not everyone can be proud of the world. There is fate, luck, and cause and effect. "

Yan Sanhe sighed deeply.

"Zhao Lin, since your cause and effect were already determined when you were born, then when you get to this point, apart from sighing about your fate, what else can you hate, complain about, and be unwilling to accept?

You should be content, you should accept your fate, and you should let go! "

The light of the morning sun seemed to be brighter again, and the color of the sky became warm and lovely.

A warm wind blew over, blowing over the crow's beak, neck, and small legs... It held its head up stubbornly and proudly, and its dark eyes were full of water.

Yes.

Those cold words in history books are his real inner demons.

His life of more than forty years has included countless encounters, countless difficulties, and countless details...

His character, his perseverance, his benevolence and filial piety, his kindness...

Why did everything in his life end up with those shocking words?
by!Varied!what!

At this moment, Yan Sanhe's tone suddenly changed.

"Zhao Ji is not a good person, but he has become a good emperor."

The crow's pupils quickly flashed with light.

"Externally, he conquered the Tatars, regained the Qi Dynasty, killed decisively, and pacified the world. Even though he was more than 60 years old, he still had to conquer the North in person.

Internally, he practiced frugality, knew people well and made good use of them. Floods and droughts came to an end in the morning and evening, so that the people had food to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in.

You may not be as good as him in that position.

But he also has his cause and effect, and his cause and effect was actually destined when he had the desire to seize the dragon chair. "

Yan Sanhe sneered lightly, the smile full of disdain.

"Do you think he sleeps peacefully every day? Do you think he really doesn't have a trace of fear? No, he can't sleep more than anyone else and is more scared than anyone else.

High-rise buildings are prone to wind hazards.

He knows that he got the dragon chair through conspiracy and calculation, so he will always be wary of others and use conspiracy and calculation to snatch the dragon chair away. "

“Look, he never trusted the prince and suppressed him in everything;

Look, he doted on the emperor's grandson and held him high; look, his favorite son took up a sword and rebelled against him. "

The expression on Yan Sanhe's face was very subtle.

"Zhao Lin, what do you understand from these words of mine?"

The crow's chest rose and fell. After a long time, it blinked slowly.

Yan Sanhe knew that he had understood.

"Yes, this is cause and effect, and this cause and effect has just begun."

The sadness on her face disappeared, and the tears were all gone, replaced by a look of indifference.

"Should he, the father, kill the son of the King of Han with his own hands? Or should he let the prince kill his brother with his own hands?
Is he planning to hand over the throne to the prince he despises the most?Or pass it directly to the grandson?

If it were passed on to the grandson, what would happen to the prince?
If the prince succeeds to the throne, what kind of father and son will he and his grandson be?
Is there any estrangement, suspicion, resentment between them? Will they kill each other? "

Yan Sanhe chuckled.

"I stood at your end point and looked back at your life trajectory. I saw your destined path and told you that God had already planned it.

So, how will God arrange for him and his descendants? "

She shook her head.

"My grandfather Yan Xing said that everything in the world has its destiny. What you gain may not be a blessing, and what you lose may not be a disaster.

Since the cause and effect have been determined, what does it matter whether the injustice is redressed or not, and what are the shocking words in the history books? "

The crow's wings suddenly stretched out, like an eagle on the grassland, fluttering high.

It flew to the blood moon, and then swooped down again, landing steadily in front of Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe saw that the dark pupils were filled with light.

She smiled again and said: "Someone asked, what is the most fair in this world, I thought about it, it should be time.

If you don't want to grow up, you will grow up. If you don't want to grow old, you should grow old. No matter you are a trafficker or a pawn, or an emperor or general, they will all die.

We extend time infinitely, how can there be anything that remains unchanged?

Even if you become an emperor and become a wise king, so what?
There will be prosperity and decline. Whose dynasty can last from generation to generation?

The Li family of the Tang Dynasty was so powerful, but it only took three to four hundred years for the country to change hands. Who can survive for generations, and who can live forever?

Since there is no such thing, just regard these forty years of life as a drama.

In this play, there are some people who are unable to love; some people who stick to their hearts; some people whose work is divided; some people who do whatever it takes...

There are good people and bad people in the play;

There is loyalty and there is treachery.

There is sadness and joy;
Some are bitter and some are sweet;
Gains and losses;
Now that the play has been sung, the curtain has to be drawn. "

Yan Sanhe stretched out his hand and gently stroked the crow's feathers.

Crow trembled all over, his eyes widened, and he looked at Yan Sanhe in disbelief.

"Zhao Lin, it's time to say it's over."

she said softly.

Crow's eyes turned red.

It opened its beak and looked at Yan Sanhe for a long time. Finally, it slowly lowered its proud head.

Yes, it's time to end.

He stayed in this cold underworld for a full 18 years. He had no joy, no sweet taste, no spring breeze, no cicada chirping, no autumn rain, no winter snow.

The only ones accompanying him were the blood moon and the crows behind him.

That day, he cut his neck and slowly fell to the ground, hearing countless cries.

He felt no pain, only extreme exhaustion.

But there is so much hatred, so much resentment, so much grievance and sadness in my heart.

At this time, a full moon rose above the head.

That moon is so full.

Hanging in the sky, looking coldly at the world that confuses black and white.

Just then, a shout came from a distance, "Come here, take down all these rebellious officials and traitors."

Chaotic thief?

In his life, he only ended up with these four words?

Why?
He closed his eyes, and the last tears in his life slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)