Chapter 2493

Sixteen days.

The king in white of the Taiping Army sat in silence for 16 days in this world.

All of us are waiting for the last sand to fall, but that moment has never come.

On this day, Zhang Shou seemed to be tired. He got up and walked out with the help of spirit. He came to the statue of Meng fan and watched it for more than an hour.

With Meng fan's hundred Zhangs statue as the center, the territory of tens of millions of miles is completely a piece of dust. The land has been flattened, and the mountains, valleys, gullies and rivers have been turned into nothingness. The flattened land is also a piece of scorched black.

Only this statue stands in the air.

Zhang Shou raised his head and looked at the statue without saying a word for a long time.

"Grandfather Zhang..." Lingling quietly broke the silence: "what kind of person are you talking about him?"

"I don't know." Zhang Shou shook his head and combed his disordered beard with his hand: "I am not the creator God. I can't know everything in the world like the palm of one's hand. Just over a year ago, a message came from all over the world that someone has made the creator, incarnating as the only small heavenly way from ancient times to the present."

"Why does he hate the sky so much?" Lingling asked again.

Zhang Shou did not answer, because this question is more difficult than before.

The sky is the name of the king of Taiping.

Zhang Shou also wants to know why some people hate the sky so much.

From ancient times to the present, all living creatures, once stepping into the realm of the divine king, began their own way of changing their lives against the heaven, and were not restricted by many laws. However, the stronger a God King is, the more aware he is of his weakness.

Zhang Shou suddenly remembered a childhood story.

"Lingling, I'll tell you a story."

Smart clever nod: "good."

"When he was twelve years old, a fortune teller came to the village, and he learned the first word with him.

Then he swaggered through the market, shouting around the illiterate village, showing off that he knew a word.

A few days later, he learned another word.

Still swaggering.

With the passage of time, he gradually learned a lot of words, and he no longer showed off to the people in the village. He only had a kind of pride in his bones when facing his fellow villagers. In his eyes, all the people in the village were illiterate villagers, and he was different.

A year later, he began to waver.

Knowing a lot of words, he was very proud that he was different from the villagers, but he did not know where he was different, because he had to farm with his parents, feed water to cattle and sheep, and fight with those dirty children.

He asked the fortune teller and wanted him to answer questions.

But the fortune teller couldn't give an answer.

After some time, the child learned all the words of fortune teller.

Originally, in children's mind, fortune teller is the most knowledgeable person in the world, but when fortune teller will, children will no longer feel that fortune teller is erudite.

And children no longer show off to other villagers.

He began to think.

Think about everything.

Finally one day, the fortune teller said that if you want to know how different you are from others, you should leave this village, because in this village, you are a villager, just like other villagers. If you leave, you will not be a villager.

So the child picked up his luggage and left.

After a few months of trekking, he walked out of the town.

In the streets, he saw a lot of words he didn't know.

He saw the real scholar.

I saw the official.

I saw a fairy like woman in the brothel.

See the horse, see the landscape painting.

In the face of these, he was stunned and felt incredible.

The most important thing is.

Dressed in rags and mud, he can only speak two or three hundred words. In front of all this, he is humble, pitiful, weak and worthless.

Inferiority.

Shame.

Pain.

Shame and anger.

All kinds of negative emotions occupied his spirit.

In the following years, he worked as a handyman in this small town, doing all kinds of dirty work and hard work, especially in a brothel where he washed the toilet for more than a year.

But he never gave up reading and learning Chinese characters.

It took him four years to grow from a teenager to an adult.

I also spent four years reading all the books in this brothel.

That year, at the age of eighteen, he knew the third word.

He became the most knowledgeable person in the brothel. Instead of letting him wash the toilet, the bustard asked him to receive the county master, the petty officials and the petty officials, as well as the merchants who occasionally came from other places.Although this kind of merchants rarely appear several times a year, every time, the children will take care of these people without charging a cent, and they will always follow behind, unwilling to leave and listen to some interesting stories about other places.

The county master once wrote a poem. He was responsible for washing the brush.

The county master's poems are good, but others can't tell the essence of them.

The child said a sentence, the pen is very clever, the county master is very happy, gave the poem to him.

So the status of the child in the city changed.

He became the most detached existence in the brothel, even the pimp wanted him to be three points.

In addition to reading and writing poems, most of his leisure time is still in the Yamen.

Read some books borrowed from the county government.

At the age of 20, the child read all the books in the county.

All the people in the county said that he was the most literate person. He could be a Jinshi and a number one scholar. The county master asked him to be an aide and give him a real estate. All the famous girls in the county entrusted matchmakers to negotiate with him.

But he was always polite, modest and kind.

The county master asked him why.

He said the more you know, the more you find yourself in the dark.

So he gave up all the good prospects of the county, left and went to the capital.

Twelve years later, he read ten thousand volumes.

However, his knowledge was not so outstanding in the capital. After several imperial examinations, he failed. In addition, he was born in a poor family. He had to write for others and paint for others. His only confidant was an old woman in a brothel.

The woman kept him for a long time.

One day, the woman died of old age.

He was also getting shy.

Life is getting worse and worse.

And then I got sick.

Having no money to see a doctor, he survived for more than ten days. Knowing that his deadline was coming, he felt sad, so he raised his pen and wanted to leave something.

After a few days, he wrote many poems, but they were torn up by himself, and none of them remained.

Finally, he was alone in bed.

On his deathbed, he wrote a sentence in very white.

I was born in a mountain village and died in the capital. After reading ten thousand volumes of books, I knew that there were thousands of volumes of books in the History Department of the capital. "

After Zhang Shou finished his speech, he stopped for a while and said, "when a living creature becomes stronger and stronger, he will understand his weakness in front of the way of heaven. Just as that person knows more, the more he knows, the more he knows that he knows nothing.

This Meng fan, like that child, one day suddenly found himself in front of the way of heaven, so weak, like a mole ant. Would he hate it

A moment of silence.

The spirit suddenly said, "but the scholar, on his deathbed, is remorse? Would he regret that he should not have left the mountain village when he was young, or would he regret that he should not have left the town? Grandfather Zhang, I don't think he regrets. If he stayed in the mountain village, he would be a villager. If he stayed in the county, he would be a teacher. But when he got to the capital, he read thousands of books and saw a bigger sky. "

Zhang shouyizheng, surprised to see Lingling.

Lingling said: "he does not hate or fear. When he chooses to move forward and take that step, he already has his own way. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, he has no way."

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