Ye Sisi pondered this in her heart, and realized that human suffering was indeed real.
The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, encountering those one hates, not getting what one wants, and the burning of the five aggregates.
If people come into this world to suffer, then why come at all?
As a child, she might have believed that "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, and will first test their minds, strengthen their bodies, and subject them to hunger and hardship." But now she understands that hardship is hardship, and suffering will not bring any success. It is simply something you have to endure because you cannot avoid it.
So this world is really full of contradictions. She once came across a video with a line that stuck with her: "I walked through the seventeenth level of hell, but when I got to the eighteenth level, the messenger of hell said in a sinister tone, 'Welcome to the human world.'"
She suddenly looked down at the two children kneeling in front of her, and a saying inexplicably came to mind: "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who build bridges and pave roads leave no trace." Heavens, why is it so... so unjust?
Meeting the little boy's gaze, she nodded fiercely: "I won't let her get away with this. If the world is unfair, then let's expose it."
This statement was less directed at the little boy and more directed at herself.
The little boy tried to kowtow to his sister, but Ye Sisi stopped him with her spiritual power.
Seeing that Ye Sisi was relatively kind, the little boy mustered up his courage and said, "Fairy sister, I want to avenge my mother and grandmother myself, is that alright?"
Ye Sisi met his gaze and stared at him for a long time. There was no sign of backing down in the little boy's eyes; his eyes, which should have been clear and innocent, were filled with resentment and determination.
Aren't you scared?
The little boy nodded: "I'm scared, but I'm still going to kill him."
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Zhou Liang, Liang as in kindness."
Ye Sisi smiled slightly and handed Wuhen to him: "It's a good name, go ahead."
Wuhen was very unhappy, but considering Ye Sisi's bad mood, he silently endured it.
Xiao Zhouliang took the sword, got up, and walked firmly toward his scumbag father who was still screaming in agony.
He used all his strength to pierce his father's thigh with his sword, clearly not wanting his father to die so easily.
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