Chapter 430 Here
Jianquan was silent for a moment, then asked lightly: "What do you want?"
"How about fewer dead?"
Li Ang said: "Master Jianquan, since you have the ability to read other people's lives, you should know which people live happily and happily, who suffer misery, who are benevolent and kind, and who are despicable and evil.
Since the master wants to save the world, why not choose those who should enter the illusion of the six realms? "
"You want me to pick only 5,000 or tens of thousands of the most damned people to enter the illusion? This will not only minimize the loss, but also eradicate those who don't like it in the city."
I don’t know if it’s because of being plotted against, suppressing my anger, or because the advancement of the six realms of reincarnation further weakened the part of Jianquan’s personality that originally belonged to him.
Jianquan no longer calls himself "poor monk", but directly uses the word "I".
"Oh? In other words, the minimum number of people who can operate the illusion of the six paths of reincarnation is about 5,000 people?"
Li Ang keenly captured the key point in Jianquan's words, "Or, there is no limit on the number of people at all?
As long as you kill the last candidate for **** and human, you can achieve detachment. Your Excellency gathered so many people from Xingzhou just to make the illusion more 'full'? "
Maybe just like the video games in Memories of Other Worlds, the more NPC passers-by characters are, the more vivid they are, the more real this world will look.
The old monk didn't answer this question. He glanced at Li Ang indifferently, then turned his gaze to the crowd on the street that he had regained control of, and suddenly said, "Ran Wu just strangled his daughter to death today."
"Um?"
Jianquan's sudden words made Li Ang and Sui Yi frowned at the same time. I don't understand what the old monk means.
"He is Ran Wu."
Jianquan pointed at the crowd, and the people of Xingzhou gathered in front automatically dispersed, revealing a middle-aged and elderly man standing behind the crowd.
He is about forty or fifty years old, with deep wrinkles on his face due to long-term hard work, dark complexion, gray temples, wearing linen clothes common to factory workers, and thick calluses on his fingers.
Just like the tens of thousands of old farmers and laborers in Yu State whose backbones have been crushed by heavy life, they are ordinary and ordinary.
Li Ang didn't understand the reason why Jianquan found Ran Wu, but the delay was in line with his plan, so he didn't ask and continued to listen.
"Ran Wu was originally a farmer in Xijingshui Village, Xingzhou City. His wife died early. The daughter of the couple was abnormal when she was young. She was clumsier than other children, dull and unable to speak. When she was six years old, she became A fool in the eyes of others.
Ran Wu took his daughter to seek medical advice and tried to cure her, but in the end it was of no use except wasting family wealth.
Ran Wu can only go back to the village and rely on a few acres of Susukida to support himself and his daughter. "
Jianquan's eyes were deep, and he said quietly: "There are many children in the same village, and children are sometimes very cruel.
In the name of playing, they will force the weakest child to eat tadpoles, jump into stinky puddles, spit on him, pull his hair, smash cow dung and so on.
Unfortunately, Ran Wu's daughter is the weakest one. She didn't even know what malice was, she just thought it was her friends playing with her.
In desperation, Ran Wu had no choice but to lock his daughter at home, but it was of no use. He was going out after all.
When his daughter was thirteen years old, she became pregnant for the first time. Maybe it was done by a bachelor in the village, or a tramp from outside. No one can tell.
In other words, the villagers in the village are laughing at Ran Wu, watching his family’s jokes, knowing who did it and not telling him.
Ran Wu is an honest man. He crushed and chewed the pain, sold the chicken at home, and went to the city to ask the doctor to buy abortion medicine.
Maliciousness and indifference spread in the village. The mountain village, which seems to be friendly to neighbors and has a good reputation for chickens and dogs, has shown its cannibalistic side. "
Jianquan said calmly: "Ran Wu sold the farmland and came to the city with his daughter. A workshop owner kindly took him in, gave him work, and even arranged a separate bungalow for him and his daughter.
Ran Wu was grateful for the benevolence of the workshop owner, and worked hard in the workshop until he found himself coughing up blood—
He was worried that he might get sick, and knowing that he couldn’t get sick, he went to the Xiaoyaowang Temple in the city and prayed devoutly to the statue.
Then anxiously went to the doctor in the city hospital to ask,
I learned that I was suffering and tired, and had a tumor growing in my body, and according to the classification of the Chang'an Tai Medical Office, it was still a terminal disease that could not be cured.
Ran Wu, who was devastated, returned to the dormitory of the workshop and found that his daughter was pregnant again—it should have been done by those seemingly friendly workers in the workshop.
Ran Wu was speechless. He was seriously ill and would die soon. By then, what happened to his daughter would only be more terrifying.
She will be treated like garbage by the people around her.
He took out all his savings and took his daughter to the night market yesterday evening. Buy her beautiful clothes and jewelry, buy her delicious snacks, and take her through the happiest day of her life.
Then, in the bungalow, he strangled her. "
Jianquan's gaze stayed on Ran Wu's callused hands for a moment, "The daughter still thought that her father was playing with her, she smiled and touched his face with her hands, and until she died, her expression was not sad but painful. Doubt of not understanding what happened.
Ran Wu's daughter died, and his heart also died.
He decided to do one last thing in his life, to go to every pharmacy in the city and buy poison.
If you open the package in his arms now and see packets of poison, he intends to poison the villagers in Jingshui Village and the workers in the workshop. "
Jianquan moved his palm across the air, and out of Ran Wu's arms flew an oiled paper package containing arsenic.
Brush and pull.
The old monk crushed the oiled paper bag with his bare hands, and the white arsenic powder scattered on the ground like snow falling.
"Ran Wu killed his own daughter with his own hands, and wanted to poison dozens or hundreds of people to death. According to Yu Law, even if he was not sentenced to death, he would have to be exiled for thousands of miles.
It's just that Yu Lu only cared about killing and paying for his life, and he had no time and ability to care why Ran Wu killed people. "
The old monk turned his head to look at Li Ang, and said calmly: "Look, there is no peace in the Three Realms, just like a house on fire, full of suffering, it's really terrifying.
Mr. Li Xiaolang, you should have seen all kinds of misfortunes and tragedies in the world,
Many times, death is a kind of relief for some people. "
“.”
Li Ang responded silently, Jian Quan was right, the common people were suffering too much, there were too many examples like Ran Wu.
The old monk stepped forward and reached out to gently press Ran Wu's forehead.
A white phantom flew out between the latter's brows, and penetrated into the old monk's palm.
"This is the way of hell."
The old monk turned around and said calmly, "This is hell."
(end of this chapter)