The blood flowing on the snow stained the terrain for a long time.
The crowd was in turmoil. They mistook a child who was born stupid as a monster and beat him to death. Some felt regret, some felt sorry, some condemned the child's parents, or complained about the monster.
People are accustomed to shifting the responsibility to others after making mistakes, subconsciously giving themselves a conscience comfort.
If the child's parents hadn't invited the evil spirit, the villagers wouldn't have hurt the child; if the evil spirit hadn't been greedy for the child's soul and obeyed the child's parents, the child wouldn't have been regarded as a monster; if it hadn't been for that
The child is born stupid, and the child's parents will not abandon him; if Bai Chu hadn't forced him to drink dozens of bowls of Meng Po soup, he would not be like this in this life...
If he hadn't appeared in front of her like this, she wouldn't feel pain, self-blame, or sadness now...
The Buddha said cause and effect, reincarnation and rebirth.
It’s karma, it’s calamity, it’s outcome.
"Aniang...Aniang..."
The child was still looking at her, her eyes were dark and translucent, watery and crystal clear.
"Aniang...Aniang..."
Her voice was soft and delicate, and her breath was like a gossamer. On her face, which was stained purple by the cold, some ruddy color slowly appeared.
In the pool of blood, anyone with a discerning eye would know that this scene was a reflection of light.
This child will probably never be able to make a sound or laugh again soon.
Bai Chu looked at him quietly, knelt down and held his little hand.
Her little hands were cold, swollen from the cold, red and purple, and there were pus in some places on her skin. She held his hand in her palm and held it carefully, trying not to touch his wounds.
It felt like a huge stone was pressing down on her chest, which was suffocating and uncomfortable. It was so suppressed that she seemed to be struggling to even breathe.
She clearly understood that the child in front of her was just a reincarnation of Ah Chen in the mortal world. If he died, it would only mean that Ah Chen's life was over and he could enter the next life again. It would not affect anything at all.
But why, just don't want to let go of this little hand?
Divine energy gathered in his hand unconsciously, and the powerful immortal power slowly passed through that little hand.
Penetrating the skin, blending into the blood, coagulating into the bone marrow...
If a god is about to perish, she has nothing to do; if a fairy or demon is about to die, she can extend his life; but if it is to save a mortal, it is easy.
The broken joints slowly connected, the damaged tendons slowly connected, the stagnant blood slowly became active, and even the cold skin slowly began to feel warm.
"Bai Chu."
His wrist was tightly grasped.
Shenze froze in the palm of his hand and stopped moving forward.
Bai Chu lowered his eyes and saw the man's slender and strong hand at his wrist. The wind blew through the purple robe sleeves and rolled up with her cuffs. The purple and silver beads on the cuffs reflected each other in a bright and dazzling way.
Bai Chu moved his eyes and said, "Let go."
"Bai Chu, it's you who should let go."
His wrist was clenched tighter. Bai Chu tried to break free, but failed. He looked away and said, "His suffering in this life is caused by me. I want to save him."
"Save? How do you save him?" His dark jade-like eyes stared at her, "Save this life and let him continue to live stupidly? He will be hated by his family and disliked by others for the rest of his life, until he lives seven or eight years again.
To die after ten years?"
"Van Gogh, he feels very uncomfortable now!"
It is impossible not to be hurt by the injuries all over his body. Van Gogh frowned and glanced at the person on the ground, "After suffering for a while, he is relieved."
"You want me to ignore him?"
"As a mortal, it has nothing to do with you. You should just ignore it."
"You know he's not—"
"The person in front of you is just a mortal, and he will always be that before his soul leaves the body." He looked at her clearly, his eyebrows were indifferent, "Bai Chu, you insist on saving him, what if he doesn't want to live?"
Bai Chu's brows turned cold, his golden eyes suddenly became sinister, and he suddenly flicked his sleeves, "Why don't you want to live?!"
Even with a sudden exertion of force, the shackles on his wrists were not freed.
"Bai Chu, the pain all over his body was given by the relatives around him in this life." The slight wave of indifference fell into silence in an instant, and he patiently explained to her, "Being stupid all your life does not mean that you are not aware of the warmth and coldness of the outside world. If
You save him and revive him, how do you ask him to face the people around him in the future? How do you ask the people around him to face him again?"
After this incident, even if the people around you feel guilty, they will not change it much. On the contrary, they will create more barriers and make people feel defensive. A child who is born stupid will not be disliked by others on weekdays.
Okay, I don’t even want to see my biological parents, let alone other people.
"Bai Chu, if he doesn't want to live, if you save him, you will harm him."
"What if he wants to live?" She met his gaze, "If he wants to live, he wants everyone to know that he is not a monster, he wants to be treated normally, he wants to be loved by his parents, and he wants to be loved by his elders.
He is so young, but there will be a long time to come. Maybe one day there will be someone who, regardless of his stupidity, really likes him and cares about him sincerely?"
"Bai Chu, if he really thinks so, you still shouldn't help him." There was a cold light in his deep pool-like eyes, "He has entered reincarnation, and there are eight sufferings in life: the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, and the suffering of death.
Parting from love is painful, resentment and hatred are painful, not being able to seek is painful, and the five yin factors are strong. No life will always go as planned. Didn't you let him enter reincarnation that day just to let him experience all kinds of life?"
"But I regret it!"
God knows how much she regrets it. She can't bear to lose it. Even though she knows that he is just Bai Chen's reincarnation in front of her, she still can't bear to see him fall to the ground in a pool of blood and die in agony in front of her.
"Van Gogh, he was in so much pain that he couldn't cry or shout. No one knew he was in so much pain..."
I don't know when my eyes gathered together with mist, and they were hazy, with little crystal clear spots overflowing from my eye sockets.
"Bai Chu, once the pain is over, it will be over. When the pain is over, his life will be over." Van Gogh stroked her cheek and gently wiped away the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
He was stunned and had a blank look in his eyes, "Van Gogh... it hurts to see him, and it hurts me too."
Van Gogh asked her softly and warmly: "Where does it hurt?"
Without letting go of her little hand, she gently placed it on her left chest, "Here, my heart hurts. It hurts so much, it feels like a knife is twisting."
Van Gogh stared at her, his dark eyes as sharp as a razor, sharp enough to penetrate bones: "Bai Chu, if you don't want to see him in pain, why not help him end it as soon as possible."
Bai Chu was startled by Van Gogh's suddenly stern cold eyes, and his heart swayed slightly.
Then he looked at the dying child on the ground, and his heart tightened. He stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it.
"Can't do it?" He whispered softly in her ear, "If you don't do it, I will."
After finishing his words, without giving Bai Chu any time to react, he stretched out his hand in mid-air and made a gesture in the direction of the child's neck.
There was a "click" sound and the neck was broken.
The child's little hand lost consciousness and slipped from Bai Chu's palm.