Instead, add a "crime".

"Missing a bad friend by mistake. A bad friend by mistake."

Lu Jing sighed deeply.

It's just that the footsteps are clearly brisk.

Many years ago, when was hesitating by the Luhua River, was not as light as ever.

……………………

Many years ago, reeds were like snow, and rivers carried the moon.

There was a blind monk squatting by the river, and a young man in white with a frown that could catch flies.

——It is the fifth century after the re-establishment of the world.

The monk Budu made a big wish. Lu Jingyaogu has been busy with affairs. Everyone has been very busy these years. They can only gather by the Luhua River every 20 years. Sometimes four or five people, sometimes one or two people, Sometimes there is none.

"I don't understand," Lu Jing put down his pen and saw that the paper he had just written on set himself on fire, and fell into the river with little ashes. The writing on the ashes first became bright, and then quickly faded. As soon as the water flushed, there was nothing left. "...Monk, I don't understand."

I don't understand, why even Taiyi has to watch, little by little in the world, like the sand and the cliff, the little master and the gods are gradually forgotten.

The lanterns of Dongzhou are getting bigger and bigger year after year.

Literati and writers, eloquently, wrote countless poems praising Zhongjun in Taiyi Town, paper lanterns and bamboo lanterns. Since then, they have been endowed with the meaning of condolences and condolences, and worshipping the soul of heroes - but who knows, when Taiyi released paper lanterns, he just didn't want to. When the little master was alone on the high platform at night, he could only face the deadly dark shadow of the mountain?

Lu Jing really didn't understand.

He can happily celebrate the departure of his friends, go to the netherworld, and go to Huangquan, but he still can't understand why he is doing this, letting the gods and monarchs in the world forget everything in the past little by little.

Like a silent murder.

Yes.

Lu Jing thought this was a murder.

A murder that belongs to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a murder that belongs to the history books. People replace an old past with a new context and an old memory with a new meaning. Over time, even if someone mentions "Shenjun" and "Siji" again, and someone else mentions "Taiyi" and "Taiyi", the familiar words are not the original people and things.

It was a long, quiet, uprooted murder.

But, all those who can echo with the old times.

are silent.

Lu Jing wanted to do something, write something, and let the world remember something, but as soon as the pen was written, the article was not completed, and the scroll was burned first. , Is this because Qiu Bodeng himself does not want the world to remember him, or whether another person does not want the world to judge him arbitrarily.

"But what does it mean to him to be remembered?"

The monk Budu asked.

The snow-like reeds rose and fell in the wind, and the blind Budu sat down in the moonlight with peaceful eyes.

"Lu Shiyi, why do people believe in gods and worship Buddha?" he asked softly.

Lu Jing shook his head.

"Because there is nothing I can do." The monk Budu picked up a reed flower and let it fly, it drifted on the river under the moon, "Eleven, born in heaven and earth, as small as dust, with no branches to rely on, no shore to moor. The changes that fall on people's heads are a disaster that destroys the sky and destroys the earth."

So small, so fragile, so lonely.

"So, people ask God to worship the Buddha, so as to trust."

The monk who did not cross the monk leaned over, and a handful of water was aroused from the river water. The sorrowful cry, desperate groan // groan, can pass to their ears through this way. "

Therefore, the ancients of Taikoo, every family has a witch, everyone is witch, connecting with each other, and the gods come and go.

Therefore, a sword is going to be a flat life.

In order to burn all the past, to put the future into the fire, to erase everything from the monarch from the world, and to ask the world to cry and pray for the sorrow of God. … Don't remember his name anymore, don't praise his name, don't remember his history anymore.

It ’s okay to love him or hate him.

"Eleven," Bai Du Monk padd up and let the hold of water return to the river, "Don't write anymore."

"Let him liberate."

Moonlight appeared on the faceless face, his complexion was like jade. His glazed was broken in the night of the reinstated heaven and earth. His ring scars were dispersed after exiting the Buddha. He became a monk without the ring and no monk. Massive.

——He never become a Buddha either.

But he was sitting between the landscapes, parked his shoulders, and looked peaceful, but Lu Jing felt that he was more like a living Buddha than ever.

"I understand." Lu Jing said.

He released his pen and looked at it into the river.

for a long time.

"I'm just ..." Lu Jing lowered his head and paused, "Don't cross, do you know the war of Fenghua Valley and Fire Island?"

Boyu monks turned Buddha beads.

Lu Jingwang Jiang Shui fainted the thick ink that was not scattered at the end of the pen, and spread it again: "I'm just a little scared."

What he was afraid of, he didn't say, but the monk did not understand. With the passage of the time, the world changes, the disputes suddenly, and suddenly calmed down. When some things looked back, they brought different colors and meaning. Is Shenjun and Tiandao who left the world? Are they tired of them, or ...

This world has nowhere to stand?

If it is the former, to the toast to celebrate.

But what if the latter?