Merit Accumulation: I Conferred God and Become a Buddha

Chapter 43 Is it wrong to want to protect human beings?

The land of Shanxian City was bleeding and drifting across the oars, with corpses lying for thousands of miles, and 7 people died without a place to bury them.

This tragic massacre alarmed the Dragon God as far away as Nanzhan Buzhou.

The dragon god Qingli came to Shanxian City in person to save countless wronged souls, and picked up a child who crawled out of the pile of corpses.

This is the only survivor in Shanxian City. When he crawled out of the pile of corpses, he looked only 11 years old. He was quiet and didn't make a sound or cry.

He is just an orphan who was abandoned by his parents after he was born in the war between humans and demons.

Because Beiju Luzhou Yudan has a strong gene, he can walk and talk from birth, and his racial blood is superior so that he can survive independently even if he is alone. Shanxian City is the third city he has been displaced.

Dragon God Qingli stared at the young him crawling out of the pile of corpses, stood up hard, walked forward with difficulty, stumbled and fell twice on the way, and still stood up firmly.

"Are you... a god?"

As soon as the weak words fell, he fell into a pool of blood, choking on the blood pouring into his eyes, nose and mouth, and coughing for a while.

Qing Li approached him, stood in the air, and softly called: "Feng Yu!"

"Is this the name you gave me...?"

"Yes."

He needs to raise his head and face up to see the beautiful face of Dragon God Qingli.

"I don't have a name, and no one ever cared what my name was."

Qingli's body landed, and her white and flawless lotus feet stayed in a pool of blood.

This child who was born to die struggled to get up, and had to lift his blood-stained face very high so that he could look into the lotus eyes of the Dragon God.

"No matter who you are or where you come from, can I follow you?"

"You want to follow me? Why?"

"I want to become strong and have the power to protect human beings."

The firm eyes and firm words, spoken from the mouth of a young child, moved Qingli's heart.

"Why should we protect human beings instead of ourselves?"

"This world is full of wars and killings brought by monsters. I want to expel them and never let humans be harmed again."

"Follow me, can you end all this suffering? Do you know who I am?"

"Are you a god?"

"My name is Qingli, and I come from Nanzhan Buzhou. I am the Dragon God who guards the Eastern Continent, and one of the incarnations of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Feng Yu's eclipsed eyes lit up. After a long period of darkness, he finally saw the light that could break through the darkness of hell.

"You should always keep this holy statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with you, and recite the holy name 'Namo Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva' at least a thousand times a day. If you keep on reciting for three years, all your wishes will come true."

The 50-centimeter-high statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, made of brass, emerges out of thin air in the hands of Qingli, standing in a standing posture, holding a tin staff in his right hand and a mani orb in his left hand, showing the image of a monk.

Feng Yu's eyes reflected such a peaceful picture: his eyes were clear and silent, his expression was compassionate and compassionate, and a beautiful figure like the Virgin bowed his head and stretched out a hand to hand out the brass icon.

He instinctively caught the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva image with both hands, holding it in his arms as if he was protecting the most beloved and precious treasure.

Qingli reached out and stroked his head gently.

"Seeing the holy image is like seeing me! I will always accompany you to grow and protect you!"

Feng Yu's nose was sore, and he couldn't hold back the tears from flowing out. He choked with grief and said, "Are you... Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!?"

The beautiful shadow holding the tin staff in front of her turned and left, leaving him with a back, which dissipated like a dream bubble.

He stood alone in a pool of blood as wide as a river, weeping, the pain in his eyes was unfathomable, and there were piles of dead bodies standing all around him.

Tears dripped down on the top of the icon, winding to the face of the icon, like two tears flowing.

A hand of illusory light stretched out from the icon, gently wiping away his tears.

This is a big thick palm, full of all the perfection, merit and wisdom in the world.

The hand of light that had never been seen before shone in his heart, and he couldn't help but stare blankly, because it is impossible for human beings to have such a hand.

"Seeing the holy image is like seeing me! I will always accompany you to grow and protect you!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's warm and jade-like voice echoed in the air, warming his cold heart.

The awakening of these memories went straight to my heart, and Feng Yu couldn't help crying.

The crowd were all taken aback, their hands holding the black arrow feathers froze, their eyes widened breathlessly, seeing the boy's tears fall down his blood-stained face.

His kneeling body exuded an unspeakably lonely atmosphere, and his face with his head slightly lowered was full of loneliness and sadness.

People don't understand his sadness and grievances, but feel that he is covered with a deep desolation and sadness, which makes them feel a little sad.

"The great King of Heroes used to be lonely and sad like a child."

No one paid any attention to the voice from Sunayanten above their heads.

What people saw was a hero who fell from the altar, kneeling in a pool of blood, in a state of embarrassment.

That lotus-like pure and flawless woman, that statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, once made his heart turn to death and live.

When the heart dies, the "Tao!"

Later, no matter where he went to the Beizhou mainland, no matter how he wandered, he always carried the holy image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with him, and enshrined the holy image in a shrine with two doors and windows, and tied the shrine with a rope, always carrying it on his back. Back, walk alone in the world of mortals.

He never gave flowers to anyone, but he gave beautiful and fragrant flowers to holy images.

Put a glass of clean water in front of the holy image, sit in front of the holy image every day, fold your palms together and recite respectfully: "Namo Dayuan Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" holy name.

Feng Yu recited the holy name subconsciously, the voice was so weak that only he could hear it.

At this moment, his eye was pierced by a broken arrow, and he couldn't help moaning in pain.

"Did you finally know how to shout?"

The cruel and ruthless words hit him, and he felt malicious, and felt even more pain in his body and heart.

"Is it you? On the day when the city of gold, silver and iron came, a young man fought against an unknown demon in the sky. Was it you? Did you bring those disasters?"

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Are you from another world? Have you been hunted down here by the enemy? We have lost our homeland."

Pulling hands, fists and arrows, like a boulder pressing down, hit the scarred Feng Yu.

When they heard him say "I'm sorry" in a heavy voice, the crowd's anger exploded to the extreme, and they punched and kicked him frantically and irrationally.

"Sorry is it useful?"

"Give us back our homeland!"

"it was all your fault!"

"Why did you come to our world?"

"Are you still going to die?"

"It's just going to bring disaster, right?"

"Your existence is the devil!"

"I hate you!"

Feng Yu couldn't bear it anymore, choked up and cried, his sad body would tremble, and he felt as if he was suffocating.

Is this the human being he wants to protect?They all hated him.

He wants to protect humans, is he wrong?
(End of this chapter)