Chapter 143

Bad luck is constantly pouring to Lu Zhengkang, as if a layer of gray haze to cover the mountains. In other words, he is taking the initiative to enter the evil.

It's a risky process, even for him, but he's looking forward to a real showdown. We need to meet each other.

Lu Zhengkang pursues the sense of honor in fighting. He doesn't like to play with his opponent's thinking and torture his opponent's will. He only likes to be simple and straightforward and destroy his opponent's existence.

His favorite article is Hemingway's the old man and the sea.

The human body has limits, but the spirit does not.

Lu Zhengkang is never afraid to fight. He has never been and will never be.

Sun Li Chai asked him, "Lu Yuan, what are you thinking?"

While she was talking, Lu Zhengkang could see her lips open, there were thin insects in her mouth, legs beating, and crustacean hissing.

"Think of something ordinary."

"But you've been a little distracted recently. Do you have any thoughts?"

Although Lu Zhengkang is independent, others can understand his state.

Of course, Lu Zhengkang didn't have any distractions, but sun lichai also vaguely felt the evil fate.

Sun lichai's figure is more and more illusory. Her voice comes from all directions. Silently, there are countless sun lichai around her. Lu Zhengkang can see a button on her skirt. It's not a button, but the eight defeats of weaving. There is light in its compound eyes, just like a snake skin against the moonlight. With the collar shaking, the eyes flicker, leaving a shadow in the air Mottled marks.

Countless sun lichai, countless eight losers, countless flashes, just like the fireflies in midsummer by the lotus pond.

"It's not distractions. There are other distractions."

"What can I do for you?"

"Not for the time being."

Lu Zhengkang looks up, and the earthly wind moves his robe.

Now, there is only one thing to worry about.

……

Li Dingyin's face turned red, and he ran into the room happily, "that's it! That's it! The news is accurate this time! "

Liang Rulian put down her embroidery, dusted her cloth skirt, and stood up. Her frail face showed the usual courtesy smile, but such a smile was really sad. The gloomy atmosphere on her face could not be washed away by this simple smile.

"How flustered, sit down and have a rest."

Li Dingyin didn't listen. He just paced hard. His face was constantly changing. A layer of sweat came out of his oily cheeks and flowed down his jaw along the lines of his decrees, just like a frog hanging on a hanger. The whole person seemed to be a little too excited and weird.

"Ding Yin, what's the matter with you?"

"Ru'er, do you remember that we put Dezhang in Shaolin?"

"Natural, that's what nature can't forget." When Liang Rulian heard the name, she shrunk, and the depression between her eyebrows became heavier.

"It's known all over the world that Shaolin has Buddhists. I've calculated the date. The earliest saying came out four years ago. Dezhang was put in Shaolin by us almost five years ago."

"Do you want to say that Dezhang is the Buddha? Ding Yin, don't think about it. I just hope the children can practice with the masters and have peace of mind... "

"Ru'er!" Li Dingyin pursed his mouth. He suddenly turned around and stared at his hairy wife. His eyes were burning with a layer of fire, rolling with hatred and pain, "Dezhang is the Buddha! Is the world's first Buddha! It's Bodhisattva

Liang Rulian shakes her head and laughs, tired and gentle, just like her reaction after seeing her husband's expression for countless times, "Dingyin, you still can't let go."

"How to put it down? My Li family is so good that I give it to these Dalits! "

"Prosperity and wealth can only last for a lifetime. A hundred years later, no one will be able to enter the pure land. As long as we can enter the pure land, it will be a blessing from previous generations."

"Ru'er, you are so high now! Did you fall into the evil ways of those bald donkeys? What pure land do you say? It's all fake! "

Liang Rulian realized that her husband was not only obsessed with the past, he was crazy.

"Pure land is real. You've been in it too..."

"It was a dream! Fake

“……”

"No one will refuse to be a prince! The so-called Buddha will not, of course. If he is not sensible, those bald donkeys will tell him how to do it.... "

Liang Rulian shakes her head and sighs. She suddenly feels depressed. Her husband, the crown prince of the former dynasty, has lost even the most basic sense of politics. In the future, she will be a complete lunatic.

Life sometimes gives people too much blow, but let people ignore the pressure.

Liang Rulian felt that she had nothing to worry about.

How will she live in the future? As she said, a hundred years later, the loess will be gone.

Lu Zhengkang stood outside, leaning against the wall, listening to his parents' conversation.

The hallucinations are getting worse.The dark sun radiates a chilling light. Dirty colored oil drips from the cracks in the stone slabs on the street outside the gate. Clumps of skulls are hanging from the camphor branches in a corner of the courtyard, shaking and making a dull knocking sound

When he saw these grotesque scenes, his mood calmed down.

“…… What will they call this Buddha? Prince Buddha? Buddha emperor? Ru'er, you won't believe how ugly these people are for power... "

Lu Zhengkang pushes the door and enters. Li Dingyin, his incarnation is Fengshen Junlang, tall as a mountain. Liang Rulian is stunned and wants to kneel down and kowtow.

Lu Zhengkang held her and gave her a smile. "My mother, who has been away for many years, misses my son very much."

His eyes reflect a river of stars. Liang Rulian can't see her own figure in these eyes. She only feels that she is in the misty Bank of the river. Those underwater silverfish swarms jump out of the water one after another and turn into a bright ribbon to cross the fleeting years. She stands here and a child stands there.

"It's Dezhang..."

"I dare not forget my mother's kindness in giving birth and lactation. I hope my mother can promise to accompany my son for the last time."

What do you mean, Li'er Liang Rulian raised her hand to touch Lu Zhengkang's face. Her palm was thin and thick. Lu Zhengkang felt like a piece of thin and tough papyrus scraping his cheek.

"I forgive my son for being unfilial, but I can't spend my life with my loving mother."

"Li Er, you are the Buddha." Liang Rulian is still infatuated, even some in the general, I'm afraid she did not know what she was saying.

This warm moment is enough for Lu Zhengkang to savor for a long time. He explains his ideas one by one, and the depression on his mother's face gradually dissipates.

Taking his mother by the hand, Lu Zhengkang strides thousands of miles to the living room in Shaolin village. He takes her to the edge of the bed and sits down. He moves a small stool, sits upright and listens to the woman's chatter with a smile.

"Li'er, you are very good, better than any time my mother thought. You have to reincarnate for all the people in the world. My mother agrees with you, but you haven't lived well, you haven't married and had children yet..."

Always.

The Buddha looked at the flipped lips and cheeks in memory, like butterflies waving their wings at the bottom of the leaves among the flowers.

Always in the gap of gossip, there are low and poetic years, the glory of memories

As for Li Dingyin? This man will have a dream, a dream about Huangtu's hegemony.

I don't know how he will look at this ordinary world after waking up.