Jianquan was silent for a moment and asked calmly: "What do you want?"
"How about less dead people?"
Li Ang said: "Master Jianquan, since you have the ability to read other people's lives, you should know which people live a happy life, which people are suffering, who are kind and kind, and who are despicable and evil.
Since the master wants to save the world, why not select those who are most worthy of entering the Six Paths Illusion? "
"You want me to select only five thousand or tens of thousands of the most damned people to enter the illusion? This will not only minimize the losses, but also eradicate those who you don't like in the city."
I don’t know whether it’s because he suppressed his anger because of the plot, or because the advancement of the six paths of reincarnation caused the part of Jianquan’s personality to further decline.
Jianquan no longer calls himself "poor monk", but directly uses the word "I".
"Oh? In other words, the minimum number of people for the Six Paths of Reincarnation to operate is about five thousand people?"
Li Ang keenly captured the key point in Jianquan’s words, “Or is there no limit on the number of people at all?
As long as you kill the last candidates for the hell realm and the human realm, you can achieve transcendence. Your Excellency gathered so many people from Xingzhou just to make the illusion more 'full'? "
Maybe it's like the video game in Memory of Another World. The more npc characters there are and the more flexible they are, the more real the world looks.
The old monk did not answer this question. He glanced at Li Ang indifferently, then turned his attention to the people on the street who were under his control again, and suddenly said: "Ran Wu just strangled his daughter to death today."
"Um?"
Jian Quan's sudden words made Li Ang and Sui Yi frown in unison. I don't understand what the old monk means.
"He is Ran Wu."
Jian Quan pointed at the crowd, and the Xingzhou people gathered in front of them dispersed automatically, 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 caused by long-term hard work, dark complexion, and graying temples. He wears linen clothes common to factory workers, and his fingers are covered with thick calluses.
Just like the thousands of old farmers and laborers in Yu State whose backbones have been crushed by the heavy life, they are ordinary.
Li Ang didn't understand Jianquan's reason for finding Ran Wu, but delaying time was in line with his plan, so he didn't ask and continued to listen.
"Ran Wu was originally a farmer in Jingshui Village in the west of Xingzhou City. His wife died young. The couple's daughter was not normal when she was young. She was clumsy, dull and unable to speak compared to other children. By the age of six, she became He is 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 a waste of family wealth.
Ran Wu could only return to the village and rely on a few acres of thin fields 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 would force the weakest children to eat tadpoles, jump into smelly puddles, spit at him, pull his hair, and smash cow dung at him.
Unfortunately, Ran Wu's daughter is the weakest. She didn't even know what malice was, she just thought it was her friends playing with her.
In desperation, Ran Wu had to lock his daughter at home, but it was of no use. He was going out after all.
When his daughter was thirteen, she became pregnant for the first time. It might have been done by a bachelor in the village or a homeless man from outside. No one can tell.
In other words, the villagers in the village were all laughing at Ran Wu, seeing his family's jokes and even knowing who did it without telling him.
Ran Wu was an honest man. He crushed his pain and chewed it up. He sold his chickens and went to the city to beg the doctor to buy abortion pills.
This doesn't work. His daughter got pregnant for the second and third time inexplicably. All while he was not at home.
Malice and indifference spread in the village. The seemingly friendly mountain village where chickens and dogs interacted with each other showed its cannibalistic side. "
Jian Quan said calmly: "Ran Wu sold his 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 to the workshop owner for his kindness and worked hard in the workshop until he found himself coughing up blood——
He was worried that he was sick and knew that he could not afford it, so he first went to the Little Medicine King Temple in the city and prayed devoutly to the statue.
Then he anxiously went to the doctor in the city hospital to inquire.
I learned that I was too miserable and tired, and that a tumor had grown in my body, and according to the classification of the Chang'an Imperial Medical Office, it was still a terminal disease that was incurable.
The devastated Ran Wu returned to the workshop dormitory and found that his daughter was pregnant again - it should be the work of 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 those around her.
He spent all his savings and took his daughter to the night market yesterday evening. Buy her nice clothes and jewelry, buy her delicious snacks, and take her through the happiest day of her life.
Then, in the bungalow, he strangled her to death. "
Jian Quan's gaze lingered on Ran Wu's calloused hands for a moment, "The daughter still thought her father was playing with her. She smiled and touched his face with her hand. Until she died, her expression was not sad or painful, but The confusion of not understanding what happened.
Ran Wu's daughter died, and his heart also died.
He decided to do the last thing in his life and visit various pharmacies in the city to buy poison.
If you open the package in his arms now, you will see packets of poison. He intends to poison the villagers of Jingshui Village and the workers in the workshop. "
Jian Quan made a move with his palm in the air, and an oil paper package flew out from Ran Wu's arms, containing arsenic.
Brush pull.
The old monk crushed the oil paper bag with his bare hands, and the white arsenic powder scattered on the ground like falling snow.
"Ran Wu killed his daughter with his own hands and wanted to poison dozens or hundreds of people. According to the laws of Yu, even if he was not sentenced to death, he would have to be exiled thousands of miles away.
However, Yu Lu only cared about killing people to pay for their lives, and had no time and no ability to care about why Ran Wu killed people. "
The old monk turned to look at Li Ang and said calmly: "Look, there is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, filled with suffering, which is very scary.
Mr. Li Xiaolang, you should have seen all kinds of misfortunes and miseries in the world.
Many times, death is a relief for some people. "
"..."
Li Ang responded in silence. Jian Quan was right. The people were really suffering too much. There were too many examples like Ran Wu.
The old monk stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently pressed Ran Wu's forehead.
A white shadow flew out from the center of the latter's eyebrows and penetrated into the old monk's palm.
"This is the realm of hell."
The old monk turned around and said calmly: "This is hell."
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