I'm really not a magician

I frowned, hesitated a little and answered the phone.

"How's it going? Has the damn village been slaughtered?" a sissy voice sounded, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"You ordered to kill the village?" I asked directly.

There a Leng, stopped for several seconds and asked coldly, "who are you?"

"Qin yihun," I said directly, and the anger in my heart could not be covered up.

At least he is a Taoist priest. He is so cruel. His conduct has completely exceeded my three concepts. In my eyes, he is not a man, not even an animal.

"Oh?" the Deputy cabinet leader laughed and said, "I underestimate you. You really dare to go back to your hometown."

"Listen to me, your Tengyun pavilion has completely angered me. If you attack innocent people again, I will kill all your horses and leave none. I'm not kidding." I said coldly.

"It's up to you?" the Deputy cabinet leader laughed and said, "this is the funniest joke I've heard in decades."

"Really? I advise you to investigate my details when you take the next step. Don't be sorry for your cultivation, and don't let the Ma family be doomed because of your loss."

"You slaughtered dozens of disciples of my horse family. What's the account?"

"Your horse family supports the Ranger alliance and massacres other races. What's the account?"

"What are you? What does my horse family do to you?"

"What the fuck are you? I saved my friend and asked you to take care of it?"

The Deputy Pavilion leader was stunned again, hehe said with a smile: "good, Qin yihun, no matter you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you and light the soul lamp. I will tell you not to survive or die."

"Really? I'll wait for you." I hung up directly.

This man is no different from a madman. He is estimated to be able to do everything.

"Soul elder brother, is Ma Tengfei, the vice leader of Tengyun pavilion?" the third asked.

I, um, just came near my house.

I opened the door, went in and asked, "do you know Ma Tengfei?"

San nodded and said, "yes, this man is a madman. He can do everything. He once came to the dungeon. On Huo Wuting's bed, three female Elves were tortured to death, and stood in our face."

After looking through the sundry room for a while, I found a stack of old photos and put them in my bag. Then I accidentally found a jar of old rice wine in the corner.

I opened my mouth and said, "well, it seems that the villagers of Xingcun need to move as soon as possible. It's safe to move to the county. No matter how brave the horse family is, they don't dare to kill innocent people in the county."

"This is not a simple thing. There are more than a hundred people in the village," San said

Taking two cups, I said, "it's all right. We can ask for official assistance until all the relocation is completed. I'll take care of the money."

"It takes a lot of money."

I thought a little, walked out of the house and said, "now go back and talk to the village head. Call the police first and let the official intervene first, so the Ma family won't mess around."

"OK." three nodded and stopped, but still hesitated.

"Don't worry, I'm familiar here. There won't be any accident," I said.

San nodded and turned to walk towards the entrance of the village.

Hundreds of people, moving to the county is not a small project. Fortunately, there are more than ten top Jadeites in my bag. How can I change them into money.

Quickly came to Grandpa's grave. The new soil on the grave bag hasn't dried yet.

Grandpa's tombstone stood there, like a messenger guarding a pure land.

I sniffed, went to the tombstone, sat down, opened the wine jar and poured two bowls into the bowl.

A bowl was sprinkled in front of the tombstone, and one bowl was stuffy.

"Old man, you have a big heart. You involve me in such right and wrong, but you sleep in it."

"I know you don't want to, but you can't help it. I don't blame you for this."

"But how can you hide things so well after we have been so dependent on each other for so many years?"

"Or do you not care about these concealments?"

"Now the village is implicated by me. Many villagers hate me. What should I do about it?"

As I spoke, my tears came down. I poured wine again, spilled a bowl on the ground, and another bowl became stuffy again.

"So many... Lives are all because of me..."

I wiped the tears in my eyes that were enough to block my sight, and said angrily, "did you predict this... This thing? Tell me, how should I be responsible for those lives?"

After another bowl of wine, I choked and said, "that Huang boy... He's only four years old this year! He's so cute and lively!! why can't he live

"Hmm? Old man, tell me!" I looked at Grandpa's tombstone and suddenly shouted, "why can't he live!!!!"

The voice is excited and melodious, rolling up an echo. In this silent and helpless night, it is particularly lonely, and it also wantonly vent my inner helplessness and anger at my own incompetence.

The picture is fixed here, and I kneel in front of my grandfather's grave with tears.

The cold wind at night dissipated the warmth, leaving only cold blood on the surface of my skin.

I put down my bowl, clenched my fists tightly, and my momentum soared. Under this seemingly strong appearance, who can fully understand my helplessness and loneliness.

Maybe, it doesn't need to be understood. Why should others understand me?

After more than ten minutes, I reached out to dry my tears and snot, picked up the wine jar, sprinkled half, and poured the rest into my mouth.

Put down the wine jar, I reluctantly smiled and said, "sorry, old man, I'm hypocritical again. After so many life and death, I still haven't made any progress."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." I leaned down, banged my head, repeated the words "I'm sorry" in my mouth, and tears filled my eyes again.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are ruminant dogs, saints are not benevolent, and the people are ruminant dogs." in a trance, I seemed to hear my grandfather's voice.

Is this drunk?

I didn't stand up, put my head on the grave and said, "no, you once told me that the meaning of these two sentences in the Tao Te Ching is not literal."

"What does that mean?"

"Heaven and earth do not use things emotionally and treat all things equally. Saints do not use things emotionally and treat the people equally. Heaven and earth do not speak of benevolence, nourish all things and do not ask for the return of all things; saints do not speak of benevolence, do things for the people and do not ask for the return of the people."

"Ha ha." Grandpa's helpless voice came over.

I looked up, looked around and said, "isn't it?"

"Yes, but not emotional, in fact, it is a kind of ruthlessness." Grandpa's voice is clearly visible, but I just don't know where others are.

"Why is it that some people do all kinds of bad things, and heaven and earth are not ruthless to them? Some people are kind-hearted, but heaven and earth are ruthless to him? Grandpa, you are the biggest victim." I asked.

Grandpa's voice came again: "no, I'm not a victim. Since ancient times, no matter which great emperor rises, there are hundreds of bones behind him. Why can't I live?"

"So?" I asked.

"So as soon as you succeed, I and all the people who died because of you are willing to be the bones behind you. What you have to do is not to let us down."

"Grandpa, tell me what I should do to stop the killing... To leave without crying?"

"The emperor can't guarantee that no one of the people will be happy, and the richest man can't make everyone rich. All you have to do is stick to your heart and fear no difficulties and obstacles. One day, you will succeed and become famous and exchange the smallest price for the greatest peace in the world."

"No... I can't do it. I can't even protect the villagers."

"The burden is already on your shoulder. You won't be a waste who doesn't do it. After complaining, continue to work hard..."

Grandpa's voice was getting smaller and smaller, but he hit his heart word by word.

I'm not sure if it's an illusion, or if it's a self redemption for my cowardice.

But this is not important, the heart of boredom, always need to have a suitable vent.

After venting, we'll start again.

In this world, the person who knows me best is Grandpa. Even if it is an illusion, it must be grandpa's voice. Even if he is still alive, he will say these words to me.

I stood up and shook my head. A long time of affectation is a luxury for me.

This luxury slows me down. On the road of dreams, I just work hard and leave all the rest to God.

After sitting in front of the grave for an hour or two, I turned and walked down the mountain, taking steps and leaving a word.

"Old man, let's go. I won't let you down."

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(there have been a lot of things recently. I'd like to borrow Qin yihun's mouth to show off. Readers, don't be surprised. Come on!!!)