Chapter 215 Li Jichuan
Li family.
Li Jichuan lay on a ravine-filled cold jade bed, his delicate wrists lacerated with several hideous cuts, bleeding profusely. Beside the bed lay corpses in various postures.
The blood from each corpse flowed along the grooves in the ground.
The red blood seeped into Li Jichuan's torso and limbs bit by bit.
His body gradually grew colder, matching the temperature of the cold jade bed, and it was almost impossible to tell which was hotter.
Li Jichuan had long been numb to the physical pain.
He tilted his head and looked at the moon framed in the window sill, which had not yet set.
Li Jichuan's vision gradually darkened.
That yellow light was so ethereal that it was almost invisible.
He knows.
When the moon sets.
He was about to repeat the process again, dying, being reborn, and becoming a half-evil, half-demon monster.
Then, he was nailed to death on this cold jade bed by Faxian.
Faxian will be rewarded by the destiny, he will break through the realm immediately and ascend to the fusion state. He will then transform into a Buddha and seal the border for thousands of years, extending the destiny of this frontier for thousands of years.
The mechanism of destiny is very rigid, and it does not care about the life and death of ordinary creatures in the world.
Faxian will be revered as a venerable monk in Fulong Temple, and he will be given the honorific title of Abbot Faxian.
So why did Faxian become the abbot?
Because the Buddha's son is dead.
In fact, in the beginning, the person who was appointed to execute Li Jichuan was a Buddhist disciple of Fulong Temple.
No matter how righteous Fulong Temple is, it also has selfish motives.
For the sake of border security, they could sacrifice the lives of ordinary disciples. However, no elder would agree to sacrifice their own disciples, whom they had carefully nurtured for decades, to the evil gods.
They would rather let the Buddhist disciples turn their bodies into seals, die openly in front of the world for the sake of the people, and gain a good reputation.
I think they also know that this way of dying is not glorious.
But that Buddhist disciple was truly beautiful and charming.
The Buddhist disciple could not accept the "helpless" decision of his own sect, and was absolutely unwilling to kill the young Li Jichuan with a slow knife.
He committed suicide.
If success requires stepping on the corpses of his fellow disciples, he would rather die in humiliation.
The Buddhist disciple also seemed to be punishing himself. He blamed himself for not discovering it earlier and why he was unable to stop the sect's decision.
Li Jichuan hadn't fainted yet at that time.
He remembered that before the Buddha died, he held his hand tightly. Just like when Li Jichuan first entered the sect, this gentle Buddha held his hand and explained the Buddhist scriptures to him in a soft voice.
The young monk tried to pass some of the warmth from his palms to Li Jichuan.
He said that Fulong Temple had let him down and let his parents down.
Li Jichuan had forgotten how he responded. He was too young then, too young to know who to hate, too young to do anything but cry out for his parents while writhing in agony.
In short, the Buddhist's hand finally slipped and fell to the edge of the cold jade bed.
The princess who was rescued by the Li family tried to break into the Li family that night to save herself.
But then.
She was sent back.
Later, Li Jichuan had no idea what happened to her. She probably lived an ordinary life, and Li Jichuan never heard from her again.
Li Jichuan died once and came back to life.
When he came back to life, Faxian was standing by his bed.
A knife cut out Li Jichuan's heart.
So Li Jichuan.
Once again, death passed.
Then, the seal was formed and Faxian passed away.
But although Li Jichuan's body disappeared, his evil soul could not be dispelled.
Demons, demons.
The devil can be eliminated, but evil cannot be eradicated.
As long as there are people and as long as there are evil thoughts, Li Jichuan will not be able to die peacefully.
Li Jichuan was still not fully awake, and his hatred gradually accumulated. Thus, he hated Fulong Temple, the Wang family and the Hehuan Sect who were complicit in the conspiracy, and even the people in the entire border city who were completely unaware of the situation!
Why should they be happy about their lives and why should they know nothing?!
A hundred years after the sealing.
That day.
For some reason, dark clouds covered the sky.
Li Jichuan inexplicably gained the power to condense his body.
He showed up in anger and slaughtered the original Second Sect disciples and the noble families in the border city who had stood by and watched in the street.
Finally, the Hehuan Sect and the Fulong Temple joined forces and used the sealing power of the innate spiritual artifact, the Pagoda, to imprison Li Jichuan here.
After tens of millions of years of endless loneliness, the pagoda itself had a purifying effect, and his sanity had recovered a lot.
Li Jichuan began to think.
Was that seal right or wrong for him? Was it good or bad for Border City?
As time goes by, the faces in my memory become less clear and the hatred begins to blur.
Li Jichuan became more and more eager to get an answer.
His sacrifice was right or wrong.
His revenge, right or wrong.
Li Jichuan himself couldn't figure it out, so he needed to understand other people's opinions.
With the help of Ta Ling.
Li Jichuan reached an agreement with Fulong Temple and Hehuan Sect.
When he was in a good mood, Li Jichuan would occasionally help the disciples of the Second Sect who entered the Pagoda to train their minds by re-enacting the stories of the past.
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