Sun Xi, whom the two were talking about now, tried his best to maintain a normal expression. In fact, he was so furious inside that he wanted to kill everyone in sight.
Mu Twelfth Mother seemed to be aware of it. Just when the two of them were drinking tea, Sun Xi's gaze suddenly became particularly terrifying, as if he would eat her alive the next moment.
Sun Xi lowered her head and looked at the slightly swaying water in the tea cup. Her thoughts were changing. She had been in the Flower Viewing Building for a while and had already figured out how to kill everyone in the Flower Viewing Building.
When she was with her grandfather, her grandfather had suppressed her from walking alone in the world in the past few years, in order to allow Sun Xi to control her own innate magical powers and become the master of the magical powers instead of a slave.
The effect was surprisingly good. In the past two years, she was not even aware of the troubles caused by her natural talent. Grandpa also said many times that the troubles in her body have been removed. From now on, she no longer has to endure the pain of suppressing herself.
The tea is a little cold.
Seeing Sun Xi in a daze, Mu Twelve Niang picked up the teapot on the small stove and poured water for her.
The tea we brewed today was grown locally in Qifeng City.
It has been getting colder every year, and tea farmers say that in a year or two, Qifeng City may no longer be able to grow tea.
Insightful people in the imperial court seemed to be very concerned about this issue and began to mobilize tea farmers to plant other crops, such as some grains brought back from the Western Regions. Mu Twelve Niang had seen them. Now Luojing's restaurants have gradually developed around these new grains. She bought a lot of delicious food, which she liked to eat very much. She would not eat a meal every few days, scratching her heart and lungs, thinking about it in a panic.
There are also many cooks of these dishes in Pingkangfang in Luojing. Everyone has their own skills and different tastes. Among the cooks in Pingkangfang, Mu Twelve’s favorite is the one made by a young cook named Manjing. The braised beef stewed with potatoes is full of color, aroma and flavor, especially the potatoes, which are sizzling in the mouth and have a special texture that is addictive.
Mu Twelve Niang has been like this in recent days. Her thoughts are scattered, restless, and sometimes she even forgets what she should do next.
Fortunately, her heart was still calm. Ever since she came to Pingkangfang and became the object of high officials and dignitaries, Mu Twelfth Mother had accepted that she would die suddenly one day.
Maybe this is life.
Thousands of feet of mortal dust were flowing eastward, and she sometimes thought that she was not even a wave. She was submerged in it and struggling hard would not only be useless, but would only make her laugh.
Sun Xi hadn't drank tea and lowered her head as if she was worried.
"The tea is cold," she reminded.
As if she had awakened the young woman sitting in front of her, she calmly raised her head and stared at the charming Mu Twelve Niang with a smile on her lips.
The joys and sorrows of people in the world are not the same.
Sun Xi knew what she was feeling sad about all day long, but she couldn't empathize with it.
smiled.
"Are you afraid of it?"
"Afraid? Ha, you're kidding, of course I'm afraid."
Mu Twelve Niang joked: "I am afraid every day. I am afraid that I will be taken away by dignitaries and become a gift to others. I am afraid that one day in the future, I will become old and decrepit and there will be no more benefactors in front of me. I am afraid that Pingkangfang will think that I have earned money." I don’t have any money anymore, so I transferred from the Flower Appreciation Building to the Spring Appreciation Building. My reputation as a cat-loving singer will definitely drive ordinary people crazy. It’s okay to treat me well. If you don’t cherish me, I will die in the Spring Appreciation Building in a few days.”
"Is this the only fear?" Sun Xi asked calmly.
Mu Twelve Niang asked back: "Is it possible that even this little fear is not enough?"
"Of course, there are tens of millions of sufferings in the world, and what you are afraid of is not worth a cent."
"I don't believe it, tell me what other fears are greater than mine?"
According to the rules of the Northern Sui Dynasty, as soon as a woman enters Chunlou, she will fall into a lowly status, which means that she can no longer get an ordinary life through marriage like other women.
And if you want to escape from a lowly status, unless you are a popular actress, it will be difficult to escape until death.
This is even scarier than a clean death.
Therefore, Mu Twelve Niang wanted to ask Sun Xi, is there any fear in the world that is more terrifying than what I am experiencing now?
She didn't believe it.
Before that, when she was still in Luojing, her close sisters often shared their sorrows with each other, but outside they were enjoying all the glory and wealth, but they had no power to resist her fear.
Just like goods waiting to be sold at a price, only when all of their own value is exhausted can there be a day of relief.
Sun Xi spoke slowly: "Sister Twelve can think of how she will die, but some people don't even know how they will die. They even know that they will die, but they can't reverse the situation. Are you afraid?"
"Afraid." Mu Twelfth Mother felt frightened just thinking about it.
How can it not be scary to know that you will die but not know how you will die?
Sun Xi added: "What I'm talking about is definitely not birth, old age, illness and death, but accidents."
"I see."
"Another kind of horror is the three sufferings talked about by Buddhism, the suffering of destruction, the suffering of action, and the suffering of suffering. These three sufferings cannot be described in words. Only by experiencing it personally can we know how painful it is."
Bad suffering refers to the suffering that occurs when you are in a happy state and the situation takes a turn for the worse. If you think about it, you may have gotten everything you wanted. But in the blink of an eye, something unexpected happened, and those things you dreamed of became tasteless and bitter. Not bitter? Or, is it painful to just get it and suddenly disappear again?
The meaning of bad suffering is more than that. Another example is that a very hungry person gets endless steamed buns. When he is full, he cannot control himself and continues until he is bloated and choked to death. Is it bitter?
The suffering of walking refers to the actions of all kinds of actions, the actions of color and mind, which are accompanied by grossness. It means that all the seeds of personal contamination are constantly rotating with the body and mind, making them not light and smooth. Therefore, all karma itself is suffering, and it is said that karma is suffering.
Not to mention the last suffering, it is the sum of all the sufferings, which cannot be described in words.
Buddhism is prevalent in the world today, and half of the country in Southern Wu is called a Buddhist country. Although Buddhism was not respected in the Northern Sui Dynasty, Mu Twelve Niang learned about it from her sisters.
"The three sufferings are suffering, and they are not something that mortals like us can endure."
Sun Xi smiled and said, "Sister Twelve doesn't know. I suffer from eighteen hardships day and night."
"Eighteen Sufferings? What are the Eighteen Sufferings?"
One pain is enough to make people collapse, how can they bear eighteen kinds of pain?
"There are eighteen levels of hell, and each level has a kind of supreme suffering. It just so happens that the pain I experienced corresponds to the eighteen levels of hell."
"Oops! Then...then isn't your life a kind of suffering?" Mu Twelve Mother said in surprise, regardless of whether what Sun Xi said was true or false.
Sun Xi concealed his increasingly manic murderous intent and said calmly: "It'll be fine if you get used to it. Besides, my grandfather helped me relieve a lot of pain in the past few years."
"Can pain be transferred away?"
"Yes, the stone doesn't have any feelings. Transferring it to the stone and letting it bear it for me can be regarded as a little relief."
"Are you really suffering?"
Sun Xi said extremely seriously: "It's absolutely true, there is absolutely no lie."
"How did you bear it?"
Mu Twelve Mother asked curiously.
She suddenly realized that she didn't understand the woman who claimed to be a distant relative at all. On the contrary, Sun Xi knew her very well through recent contact with her.
Sun Xi smiled bitterly: "How did you endure it? Ever since I can remember, I didn't know that the pain I endured was called suffering. I thought that everyone in the world was the same as me. Later, my grandfather paid a huge price to make me no longer. It was so painful, and I suddenly realized that ordinary people can live so comfortably."
"Why did you suddenly say this to me?" Mu Twelve Mother finally asked her confusion.
"Because I found that the pain that I thought had left me gradually came back."
"Ah?" Mu Twelve Mother was puzzled.
She explained with a smile: "Eighteen levels of pain, what I can detect now, are back at least four levels, and they will come back faster and faster, and I will become what I was before."
"What would you do?"
"What will happen to me? Not what will happen to me, because this is what I deserve. My body can withstand eighteen levels of suffering, which is what Buddhism calls the most painful suffering. However, when they all come back Finally, without my grandfather to control me, I will kill people, and only bathing in hot blood can alleviate my own pain."
Mu Twelve Niang thought she was telling a joke: "I have never heard of such a thing."
"The rivers and lakes are so vast that they are full of wonders. You will see them soon. Just like now, in order to relieve the pain, I desperately want to kill everyone here. I can still bear it, but I will soon be unable to suppress it."
Sun Xi smiled kindly.
Her smile was something that even Mu Twelve Niang, who was used to seeing beauties, was willing to endure. Her smile was so unreal that it was like a red lotus blooming in hell.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, just stay in this room later. I won't do anything to you."
"Why are you like this?"
Sun Xi raised his head and thought for a while, then slowly said: "I have been different from other people since I was born. My body carries eighteen levels of hell. Grandpa calls it the Hell Shura, saying that it is a kind of hell that has not appeared in nearly six hundred years. The gift of living in the human world.”
"Bitter Prison Shura, are you Shura?"
"You can say that."
"Is there anything special about it? I've only heard of the Vajra Dragon Elephant Body that stole the show at Kaixi City in Nanwu some time ago."
"Oh, I know what you are talking about. The Vajra Dragon Elephant Body has a different focus from my Torment Shura. The Vajra Dragon Elephant Body focuses more on one's own body, while the Torment Shura prefers killing."
Mu Twelve Niang noticed that her legs were trembling. She obviously didn't feel scared, but her legs couldn't stop trembling, as if Sun Xi, who was still like a good baby, suddenly turned into a savage beast that chose people to eat.
Sun Xi gushed: "The consequences of the Vajra Dragon Elephant Body are very difficult. Once it breaks out, not only will the battle power be lost, but it will become more serious each time, and eventually the soul will die."
"As long as Shura from the Hell Hell can endure eighteen levels of suffering, his life will be safe. And as his ability to withstand the suffering increases, his killing power will become more and more powerful until he kills everyone in the world."
Mu Twelfth Mother tried her best to speak calmly: "You want to kill everyone in the world?"
"I don't want to, since the innate magical power is the hell Shura, I can't resist the evil thoughts." Sun Xi shook his head.
There was a pause.
"Two levels of suffering are back, no, three levels. Now I bear seven levels of suffering."
Sun Xi's expression moved.
"Eight levels of suffering, nine levels of suffering, ten levels of suffering..."
