The land of Shanxian City was filled with blood and bodies were lying for thousands of miles. Seventy thousand people died without a place to bury them.
This tragic massacre alarmed the Dragon God as far away as Nanzhan Buzhou.
Dragon God Qingli personally came to Shanxian City to offer salvation to countless innocent souls, and picked up a child crawling out of a pile of corpses.
This was the only survivor of Shanxian City. When he climbed out of the pile of corpses, he looked only eleven years old. He was quiet without making any sound or crying.
He was just an orphan, abandoned by his parents after he was born during the war between humans and demons.
Because Beiju Luzhou Yudan has strong genes, he can walk and talk from birth, and his racial superiority allows him to survive independently even if he is alone. Shanxian City is the third city in which he has wandered.
Dragon God Qingli stared at the young man crawling out of the pile of corpses, trying to stand up and walking forward with difficulty. He stumbled and fell twice on the way and still stood up strong.
"Are you...god?"
As soon as he finished his weak words, he fell into a pool of blood, choking on the blood that poured into his eyes, nose and mouth and coughing.
Qingli approached him, stood suspended in the air, and called softly: "Fengyu!"
"Is this the name you... gave me?"
"Yes."
He needed to raise his head to see the beautiful face of Dragon God Qingli.
"I have no name, and no one has ever cared what my name is."
Qingli's body fell, and her flawless white lotus feet stayed in a pool of blood.
This child who was born to die struggled to get up. He had to raise his blood-stained face very high in order to 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 humans."
The firm eyes and firm words spoken from the mouth of a young child moved Qingli's heart.
"Why protect humans instead of protecting yourself?"
"This world is full of wars and killings caused by demons. I want to expel them and never let humans be harmed again."
"Following me will end all this suffering? Do you know who I am?"
"Are you a god?"
"My name is Qingli. I come from Nanzhanbu Continent. I am the Dragon God who protects the Eastern Continent. I am also one of the incarnations of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Feng Yu's dim eyes brightened. After experiencing a long period of darkness, he finally saw the light that could break through the dark hell.
"You should always carry this holy statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with you and recite the holy name 'Namo Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva' at least a thousand times every day. If you insist on reciting it for three years, all your wishes will come true."
A 50-centimeter-high statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made of brass appears out of thin air in the hands of azure glass, standing in a posture, holding a tin staff in the right hand and a Mani orb in the left hand, showing the image of a monk.
Feng Yu's eyes reflected such a peaceful scene: her eyes were clear and silent, her expression was compassionate and compassionate, a beautiful figure like a Virgin bent her head and stretched out her hand to hand out the brass icon.
He instinctively caught the holy image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with both hands and held it in his arms as if he were protecting the most beloved and precious treasure.
Qingli reached out and gently touched his head.
"Seeing the icon is like seeing me! I will always accompany you to grow and protect you!"
Fengyu's nose was sore and he couldn't hold back the tears. He cried out sadly and choked with sobs: "Are you...Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!?"
The beautiful figure holding the tin stick in front of him turned and left, leaving him with a back figure that disappeared like a dreamy bubble.
He stood alone in a pool of blood as wide as a river, crying, with unfathomable sadness in his eyes, surrounded by mountains of dead bodies.
Tears fell on the top of the statue's head, winding up to the statue's face, like two tear tracks flowing.
An illusory hand of light stretched out from the icon, gently wiping away his tears.
This is a big, thick palm that contains all the perfection, merit and wisdom in the world.
A hand of light that he had never seen before shone in his heart, and he couldn't help but be stunned, because it was impossible for humans to have such hands.
"Seeing the icon is like seeing me! I will always accompany you to grow and protect you!"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's gentle and jade-like words echoed in the air, warming his cold heart.
The awakening of these memories went straight into his heart, making Feng Yu burst into tears.
The crowd was stunned. The hands holding the black shafts and arrow feathers froze, and their eyes widened with bated breath, witnessing the young man's tears falling down his blood-stained face.
His body sitting on the ground exuded an unspeakable aura of loneliness, and his face with his head slightly lowered was full of loneliness and sadness.
People didn't understand his sadness and grievance, but they just felt that he was enveloped in a deep sadness, which actually made them feel a little sad.
"The great King of Heroes turned out to be as lonely and sad as a child."
No one paid attention to the words coming from Sunayenten in the sky above their heads.
What people saw was a hero who fell from the altar and was kneeling in a pool of blood in a miserable state.
That woman as pure and flawless as a lotus flower, that holy image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, once made his heart long for death.
When the mind dies, "Tao" is born!
Later, no matter where he went to the Beizhou Continent, no matter how wandering he was, he always carried the holy statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with him. He enshrined the holy statue in a shrine with two doors and windows. He tied the shrine with a rope and always carried it on his back. On my back, I walk alone in the mortal world.
He never gave flowers to anyone, but he offered beautiful and fragrant flowers to the icon.
Put a cup of pure water in front of the holy statue, sit in front of the holy statue every day, put your palms together and respectfully chant: "Namo Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".
Fengyu subconsciously recited the holy name once, the sound was so weak that only he could hear it.
At this moment, his eye was pierced by a broken arrow, and he couldn't suppress a groan from the pain.
"Have you finally learned how to scream?"
The cold and ruthless words hit him, and he felt the malice, and his body and heart hurt even more.
"Is it you? On the day when the City of Gold, Silver and Iron came, there was a young man who fought with monsters of unknown origin in the sky. Was it you? Did you bring those disasters?"
"Tell me, who are you?"
"Are you from another world? Were you chased here by the enemy? We lost our home."
The pulling hands, fists and arrows were like huge rocks pressing down, hitting the scarred Fengyu.
When they heard him say the words "I'm sorry" in a heavy voice, the crowd's anger exploded to the extreme, and they punched and kicked him wildly and irrationally.
"Is sorry useful?"
"Give us our home!"
"it was all your fault!"
"Why did you come to our world?"
"You'd better die?"
"It will just bring disaster, right?"
"Your existence is the devil!"
"I hate you!"
Fengyu couldn't bear it any longer, choked up and started to cry. His body would tremble when he was sad, and he felt like he was suffocating in breathing.
Is this the human being he wants to protect? Turns out they all hated him.
Is he wrong to want to protect humanity?
