American photographer Williams was attracted by Indian culture and more impressed by the charm of the Ganges River. He settled on the banks of the Ganges River and married a local woman. Two years later, his wife died of a serious illness. The photographer was deeply saddened and buried her body in the Ganges River according to her last wishes.
Half a year later, he came to the Ganges River again and took many photos of the Ganges River. That night, he copied the night view of the Ganges River to his computer. A strange scene appeared, and he found in the photo that his wife, who had been dead for half a year, actually stood in the middle of the river and waved to him
Precautions for tourism in Ganges River:
1、 Non Hindus should not bathe in the Ganges;
2、 Don't miss your loved ones on the banks of the Ganges River at midnight;
3、 People who are divorced or widowed should not go to the Ganges River. If they must, they should wear red sandalwood rosary beads;
4、 If you see the floating corpses of the Ganges River, recite the Diamond Sutra immediately
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"I put down my phone, Baidu clicked on the" Ganges River "and clicked on the picture of the" Ganges River Floating Corpse ". A series of disgusting photos made me feel like vomiting even after the overnight meal.".
"This is the 'holy river' in the hearts of Indians." Ah Yue flicked his cigarette ash, "can't you be serious?"
"I can't be serious." I thumped my chest. "After seeing these pictures, I feel tired and don't love them."
"Ayue touched her nose and said, 'In the Ganges, I've heard quite a few jokes, which is quite strange. An Indian named Shifu took his newly full moon son to the Ganges River for' holy baptism ', and when he took the child out of the river, the child actually said in fluent English that his name was Meta, who died in 2006. After hearing this sentence, Shifu immediately threw the child down in a frenzy, rushed into the Ganges, drank the river desperately, and choked himself to death.'"
"What's the matter?" I heard my whole body bristle
"Listen to me first," said Ah Yue with a slight smile, deliberately selling a trick, "Edward, a British tourist, saw World Geography Regarding the introduction of the Ganges River, Xingchongchong reported a delegation to India. As a result, when I arrived at the Ganges River, I saw cow dung, household garbage floating on the river, and sometimes floating corpses! As a result, Ya cursed the Ganges several times and ran to the small stall to order a cup of ginger tea. After drinking a cup of ginger tea and checking out, Che Shun asked why it was so delicious. The boss told him that only pure Ganges water could make the most delicious ginger tea. The more he thought about it, the more disgusting he became, and he vomited all the ginger tea he had just drunk into the Ganges River.
"The next morning, Edward disappeared from the tour group, and after searching for half the morning, he was found hanging from a tree by the Ganges River. In addition, several traces similar to those of human fingers were found at his ankles.".
"There is also an American photographer, William, who was attracted by Indian culture and more impressed by the charm of the Ganges River. He settled on the bank of the Ganges River and married a local woman as his wife. Two years later, his wife died of a serious illness. The photographer was deeply saddened and, in accordance with his wife's last wishes, sent the body into the Ganges River. Half a year later, he copied the night view of the Ganges River he had taken to his computer, only to find that the deceased wife stood in the middle of the river waving to him..."
"My curiosity was aroused and I said, 'Tell me about this.'"
"I don't know." A Yue is concise and to the point.
"I felt as if I had been hit in the chest with a fist, holding my breath and saying, 'Ah Yue! Are you ungrateful?'"
"I've also heard of it, but I haven't experienced how to make up a lie." Ah Yue reached out and said, "Besides, I'm thirsty and I'm not in the mood to talk."
"I threw over a bottle of mineral water and said, 'Drink it! I wish you were choked to death by the Ganges River like Shifu.'"
"Ah Yue suddenly became stunned and said, 'Anan, if you're in India, don't make any jokes about the Ganges River! Tell you something I encountered in the Ganges River...'"
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The Henghe River, stained by the red sunset, is like a quietly flowing river of blood. Piles of cow dung float on the surface of the river, and domestic garbage pollutes the river. Women in plain sari use clay pots to suck water, while naked children play in the water, with dark skin covered with beads of sunlight.
Several Indians knelt before the Ganges River with their hands folded, and it took a long time for them to reverently hold a handful of the water and slowly pour it on their heads. Suddenly, the children pointed to something floating on the river and shouted loudly. They hurried back to the bank, their eyes full of fear.
The kneeling Indian hurried over, and the object swung around in the river, seemingly consciously drifting towards the shore.
It was a corpse whose skin had been chapped white by the water, dripping with yellow body fluid, with most of the scalp peeling off and only a few hairs sparsely sticking to the skull. In the water, a group of small fish chased the corpse and kept pecking at it until the corpse leaned against the shore, and the few Indians rushed past, before the small fish dispersed.
The peculiar smell of corpses that had been soaked in the river for a long time immediately permeated the air. The few people carefully dragged the corpses onto the shore, chanting words, collecting dried firewood everywhere, piling them on and lighting a fire. Another person picked up the pieces of meat and limbs that had been scattered when the body was dragged ashore and sent them into the fire.
The burning fire was emitting black smoke, and there was a "squeaking" sound of baking. The burning heat made the dark faces of the few people slightly red, and there was a strange aroma floating in the air. The water in the swollen corpse is instantly evaporated
Gradually, the flame became weaker and weaker until it went out, leaving only a pile of gray and white ashes. Several Indians smashed unfired bones with wood, wrapped them in clothes, and scattered them into the river. The corpse ash spread a gray strip on the river surface with the wind, and was immediately engulfed by the river and disappeared.
In the distance, a thin Chinese youth looked at all this incomprehensibly, touched his nose, and put the mineral water bottle that was ready to contain the river water back into his backpack.
Several Indians knelt down again before leaving together. As the night approached, only Chinese teenagers remained entranced by the tranquil Ganges River.
"Silma, I know you're waiting for me." A tall American walked out of the woods, holding a SLR camera in his hand, staring blankly at the Ganges River, as if not seeing the Chinese teenager. He bumped across his shoulder and walked into the Ganges River until the river reached his waist. He held up his camera and kept pressing the shutter.
The sky was already dark, and the strong light of the flash flashed across the river, chopping out shadows, dimly seeing what seemed to be drilling out of the river.
"He's waiting for his wife," said the young man coldly behind him.
The young man was startled and turned to look. A man in a monk's costume was clasping his hands and smiling, saying, "If you're sincere, maybe you can wait."
"What do you mean?" the young man asked.
"The Ganges River is the most sacred river in the world," said the monk slowly. "If you are interested and have the time, I will tell you slowly. This is a story about the Peacock Dynasty, Asoka."
Years of war and chaos have left the formerly bustling city of Wang Shecheng dilapidated. Soldiers marching past wearing broken armor and carrying rusty weapons, like a group of wandering souls wandering the streets. Even the war elephant was so thin that its ribs were almost protruding from its body, and it flapped its nose weakly.
The residents looked at the army with a blank stare, hugging their children tightly and returning to their houses, fearing being forcibly taken away and deported.
Outside the city gate came two monks in shabby clothes. The sight of devastation made the monks standing behind frown, while the monks walking in front of them were holding a bowl with one hand and smiling, as if walking among brilliant flowers.
Two children in ragged clothes are playing in the sand. The boy sucked the snot hanging from his mouth and concentrated on building the small house. The girl squatted beside her, her face covered with mud and dirt, and her bright big eyes were full of childishness.
"Kao, this is our future house." The boy pointed to the palace on the ground and said excitedly, "Will you stay here with me?"
"Mahinda, you're starting to dream again." Cole pursed her lips. "Last time you said we could have some cakes."
Mahinda scratched the back of his head and smiled, "If I promise you, it will definitely come true."
"I don't believe it." Akao angrily turned his back and made a face. "Then you must do what you say."
"Ha ha, definitely."
The mendicant monk and Ananda stood in front of the sand pile, smiling as they listened to the childish conversation between the two children.
Mahinda saw the mendicant monks begging, took a handful of fine sand and put it into the mendicant, saying, "Here, this is wheat flour. Here it is for you."
The mendicant monk nodded, smiled slightly, and Shi Shiran left.
"Mahinda, how can you disrespect the monks?" Akao stomped angrily.
"It's really wheat flour that I gave away," Masind said solemnly.
"He gave you sand, why did you smile and accept it?" Ananda was puzzled.
The mendicant monk dipped his forefinger into the bowl and drew a personal face on the fine sand, saying, "Ananda, you don't know. This child feeds me with wheat flour. A hundred years after my death, he will be reincarnated as the leader of the Balian city. He is the Wheel King, surnamed Peacock, and named Ayu. He will govern the country with the righteous method, and he will also spread my Buddhist relics widely. He will build 84000 pagodas, making all sentient beings happy and happy, so I smile. But..."
Before the mendicant monks could finish speaking, there was a sudden commotion in the army. With the loud cry of the slave trainer, a bony battle elephant raised its front hooves like a madman and stomped heavily, throwing itself out like a cavalry and falling into the army. The war elephant became even more furious, roaring out of the troops and running towards the sand pile.
Mahinda and Ako stood stupidly, completely unresponsive. The mendicant monk's face changed and was about to rush over to stop him. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, stopped his steps, folded his hands, and kept chanting the Buddha's name.
It was not until the manic war elephant rushed forward and the hot air from its swinging trunk rushed onto Masinda's face that he reacted. The gleaming ivory was covered with metal spikes that were about to pierce Kao's body. The residents around him began to scream in horror, and the soldiers were in an uproar.
Mahinda gave a long drink and pushed Ako away. With a shrill scream, the sharp spikes pierced Masinda's abdomen, popping and popping, and his stomach was torn open in a terrifying wound, spilling blood and viscera all over the ground.
Mahinda's face suddenly turned white, and the war elephant shook its head, throwing him off the ivory spikes. Mahinda hit the ground lightly, a flurry of sand rising and falling, covering his bloody body.
The war elephant suddenly quieted down, shook its nose, and slowly walked back to the troops. Everyone was shocked by the sudden horror and stood still
"Mahinda!" Akao cried and rushed over, desperately shaking his shoulder. Mahinda's abdominal wound gurgled with blood bubbles, and his body grew colder and colder, slowly stiffening.
The soldiers continued to move forward, and the residents began to work independently. No one paid attention to Masinda's body and the wailing Kaoer.
Except for the mendicant monks and Ananda.
"I don't know how long I cried, but Ako wiped his tears and twitched as he dragged Masind's body, only to find his left hand clenched into a fist, his index finger extended, pointing towards the sand pile.".
There, it is the palace built by Mahinda, which has already destroyed most of it.
"Mahinda, I understand." Akao smiled sadly, "I will accompany you in the palace in the afterlife."
"I won't go to hell, who will go to hell? After my demise, people will be the king. The name of the peacock is Yu, such as the top born king. Here, Yan Futi, the only king respected by the world!"
The mendicant monk slowly walked away with a long chant, and Ananda puzzled as he looked at the monk's back and slowly followed him
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Time flies, and time flies. After a hundred years of war, India finally ushered in the establishment of the Peacock Dynasty, and the people finally lived and worked in peace and contentment.
The second generation king of the dynasty, King Sula, was feeding peacocks in the garden when the servant panted over and said, "King, it's born! It's born!"
The King of Sala threw away the corn that was fed to the peacock and said, "Boy or girl?"
"Boy..." the waiter lowered his head and said cautiously.
"Blessed by Buddha!" The King of Sala clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.
"But... but..." The waiter shivered and bent down, almost curling up into a shrimp.
"What's the matter?" shouted the King of Sala
"Wang... Wang... Prince... He..." The waiter stammered and couldn't say a complete sentence.
The King of Sala realized something was wrong and flew into a rage. He pulled out a machete from his waist and chopped off the waiter's head.
The waiter's head rolled on the ground, leaving a trail of blood, and finally stopped in the grass. His eyes turned incredibly before slowly closing.
The King of Sala gave a "hum" and quickly walked out of the garden to the production room.
At the door of the delivery room stood many waiters carrying pots, towels, and baby wraps. When they saw the King of Sala, they all knelt down and trembled, fearing that the irascible monarch would be unable to contain his anger at the sight of the baby and kill them.
The King of Sala kicked open the door of the delivery room and saw that his concubine had passed out of consciousness. The midwife sat slumped against the corner of the wall, his hands bleeding, and his mouth chattering the Buddhist name. A baby who had not yet wiped off the blood was sucking his finger when he saw the King of Bandou Sala, and unexpectedly grinned, with four canine teeth already growing out of his mouth. The more frightening scene is that the baby is wrapped around the umbilical cord, as if surrounded by loops of intestines.
The King of Sala took a breath of cool air. It is said that a child who was born with four teeth must be the one who killed his father and brother in the future. After years of fighting, he had long cultivated his ruthless personality. Without much thought, he raised his machete and chopped at the baby.
The chilly blade was about to cut off the baby's waist. Instead of crying, the baby smiled even more happily.
"Zaro King, stop!" A loud shout came from the door!
If it were someone else, the Sahra King would never pay attention, but throughout the Peacock Dynasty, there was only one person who dared to call him frequency, and that was the Buddhist Master to whom he was converted. "He didn't know his master's name. When he was five years old, he once followed his father out of the palace to hunt. On his way, a wandering monk was planting seeds in the rubble.". "My father was curious and was ready to send someone to inquire, but the King of Sala said in a soft voice, 'With soil in my heart, why not sow here?'"
Upon hearing this, the wandering monk laughed and gave Shi Qili a look at the King of Sala. He picked up a handful of soil from the ground and handed it to him.
The King of Sala took the soil in his hands and respectfully said, "You have given me the soil, and I regard it as the land."
From then on, the Sula King worshipped a wandering monk as his teacher, and under his expedition and management, the Peacock Dynasty formed an unprecedented scene of prosperity.
The blade is less than three inches from the baby, stop! "Master, this child can't stay," said the King of Frequency Head Salsa in a deep voice
"Sula King," sighed the wandering monk, "you have been studying Buddhism with me for many years, but why can't you break the words' anger and greed '? Anyway, you were born with a strong killing instinct, which is also a helpless thing. Untie his umbilical cord, and you will see the future of the Peacock Dynasty."
The King of Sala was startled at the words and quickly picked up the child and carefully untied the umbilical cord. A small red mole on the baby's chest made him cry out.
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The shape of that red mole is clearly a peacock flapping its wings and flying!
"This son has experienced many hardships in his lifetime, and if he can grow up, he will become a Ming monarch of the Peacock Dynasty. Unfortunately, he was invaded by the murderous spirit brought by the machete when he was just born. In the first half of his life, he will surely kill 108000 people before he can quell the brutal and murderous spirit. Give him the name Wuyou, and I hope this name can dispel the evil barrier in his heart. I should also go, don't stay with me, you and my apprenticeship have already ended. Perhaps I will come back."
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Nine years later, Wuyou, beloved by the Saha King, has emerged as a handsome half year old child, half a head taller than his peers.
The King of Sala believed in what Master had said, but there was one thing that still kept him awake at night. As Wuyou grew older, the feeling of fear completely occupied his heart. Every time he saw Wuyou, he would feel an invisible chill and look into the distance for a long time: When will the person waiting come back?
"Wang, look... I found it!" A skinny man stormed into the private bedroom of the Sula King, dusty and dusty. The spirit of the Saha King, who had been in his twilight years, lifted up and said, "Dono, did you really find it?"
"Dono knelt down on the ground and wept bitterly, 'Nine years ago, I finally found it and finally came back!'"
The King of Sala reached out his hands, lifted Dono, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"
"Persian magic." Dono also lowered his voice, "It's safe."
"Let's talk about it." The King of Sala let Dono sit in a chair that only he can sit on.
"Dono didn't realize it at first, but he didn't react until he sat down, like sitting on a hot potato, quickly waving his hand and saying, 'No... no... no...'"
"The King of Sala pressed his shoulders with both hands and said, 'You have made great contributions to the Peacock King Dynasty. This is the honor you deserve.'"
"Dono was flattered and said, 'The king has bestowed on my family a wealth of wealth and food. I am bound to contribute to the dynasty.'"
"You will soon meet your family," said the Sula King with a smile.
Half an hour passed quickly, and the King of Sala frowned and paced in the bedroom, saying, "Is it that simple?"
"Absolutely!" Dono quickly stood up from his chair. "This secret technique seems simple, but it is enough to relieve the king of his worries for many years!"
The King of the Saha vigorously patted Dono on the shoulder and said, "Okay! Dono, thank you for your hard work! I will have a great reward!" As Dono was about to kneel down, the King of the Saha suddenly shouted, "You dare to kill the king!" As the words fell, the machete pierced his abdomen, and a painful chill gradually spread throughout his body. "Dono raised his head in disbelief, and the cruel light flashed in the eyes of King Zaro: 'Dono, you should know that secrets can only be hidden in one person's heart.'"
Dono looked down at the machete inserted in his abdomen and smiled calmly, "Wang, I understand. But..."
"Wow!" A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, spilling it all over his face and body.
Looking at Dono's body, which had stopped twitching, the King of Salo uttered a "hum" and walked out of the bedroom. He shouted to the guard who was waiting from afar, "Dono killed the king, and I have already killed him inside. Clean up the room, and the body cannot enter the Ganges River, leaving the feed dog behind. Also, cut off the Dono family!"
The people of Peacock King City were burping and enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine when they suddenly saw a group of menacing soldiers rushing into Dono's mansion. Not long ago, there was a terrible scream coming from inside the mansion, and segments of limbs with spurted blood were occasionally thrown out of the mansion. Until the evening, a big fire was lit, and the towering light reflected half of the Peacock King City. It burned until midnight before being extinguished by the soldiers guarding it
No one noticed that in the dark corner of the street, there stood a man with a baby in his arms, quietly disappearing into the darkness.
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The midday of the royal city was quiet and lazy, with women with pots on their heads heading back to the city in groups, preparing to arrange lunch for their families.
"Clap!" The whip swung past and smashed a clay pot. The flowing Ganges River water drenched the woman's entire body. The women of the Peacock Dynasty had no status, and the sudden events frightened them into laying down their pots and trembling on their knees. "The earthen pots were broken one after another, and the young man in a splendid robe stood nearby, crouching and laughing, 'Della, my whip is powerful!'"
"Prince, your people are as far away as the Ganges River to draw water, which takes a whole morning. This water is the foundation of their family's daily survival and cannot be used as a goal for play. Moreover, your disrespect for the Ganges River can also bring bad luck."
The young man in Royal Guards casually twisted his snake skin whip and said, "I am the" Wu You "prince who was born to inherit the throne and can bring the Peacock Dynasty to the top! How can a few untouchables and jars of water have an impact on me? "Della, if you keep nagging like this, I'll feed you to the dog."
Della shivered and quickly knelt down, kowtowing desperately. He knew that this handsome young man had always done what he said, and the more playful the words were, the more true they were.
Wuyou inserted his whip in his waist, stretched out his waist, and proudly walked up to the group of women, deliberately splashing mud and water with heavy steps, splashing their heads and faces.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I know... I know," the women flattered, "you are the future Ming Jun of the Peacock Dynasty, Prince Peacock Wuyou."
"Haha!" Wuyou smiled and blushed, "Della, did you hear me?"
"Della's forehead was on the ground, and the whole person looked like a boiled shrimp: 'I heard you.'"
"Wuyou snorted and said, 'If I hear what you just said again, I will definitely not show mercy on you.'"
Della kept kowtowing again and again, and Wuyou couldn't even see it. An imperceptible sneer flashed across Della's face!
"How could you spill the Ganges River on the ground? You have profaned the gods!" The young child voice came from behind Wuyou.
Wuyou, who had never been scolded by anyone, flew into a rage, pulled out his whip, and turned around to throw it out! The whip was accurately pulled onto the young girl, who was eight or nine years old, and her tattered clothes were torn into two pieces, leaving cloth scraps flying. On the girl's undeveloped body, there was a skin and flesh cracking wound that quickly gathered blood beads and flowed down.
"Say it again!" Wuyou said with a smile.
"You have violated the water of the Holy River, and you will have retribution." Although the girl was trembling with pain, she still held up her head stubbornly.
"Oh?" Wuyou smiled more brightly, "but I am the King of Destiny."
"In my eyes, I only see a reckless and unreasonable fool. Heaven won't hand over the country to you!" The girl sneered.
Wuyou looked up at the sky, with a murderous moment in her eyes. She drew out a machete from her waist and chopped at the girl.
Everyone closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see this bloody scene.
"Ah!" screamed a scream, but it was a carefree voice.
Outraged, Wuyou didn't notice the slippery ground, and her foot slipped and fell into the muddy water. He quickly supported his hands on the ground, but forgot the machete in his hand. The sharp blade was cutting towards his face, and with the sound of carefree pain, the blade cut into his cheek, cutting off a large piece of flesh. Wuyou covered her face and screamed in pain, with blood pouring out of her fingers, and the dirty muddy water rolling around. Strangely, the muddy water seemed to be boiling water, constantly emitting steam, turning into wisps of white smoke, which penetrated through the cracks of the carefree fingers.
The sound of the carefree wail was even more tragic, with both hands constantly clutching their faces. Finally, the wailing became weaker and weaker, and he stopped struggling and lay trembling in the mud.
Della woke up as if from a dream, knelt down and crawled to Wuyou. Seeing his face, she couldn't help exclaiming!
Wuyou's originally resolute and handsome face was already bloody and fleshy, with a deep scar cut from the left eyebrow to the right corner of the mouth, obliquely splitting the entire face in two. The fingers had already scratched the entire face, the wound was covered with yellowish brown mud and water, and the pitted rotten skin turned outward.
Looking up again, the little girl had long since disappeared, and even the women who had just knelt on their knees had sneaked away. All shops and residential buildings are tightly closed for fear of being involved
six
The King of Pintau Saha was enjoying the crystal grapes presented by Persia in the palace. From a distance, he saw Della rushing hurriedly from the temple door, kneeling down a long way away, reporting the distress of the accident as he crawled.
"Oh, I see. You can step back." King Pintou took a grape and put it into his mouth, slowly chewing it.
His reaction surprised Della and secretly looked up at the aging monarch. "I don't know why, in the past two years, the once seriously ill King of Salsa has been reborn, not only with his shriveled muscles rising high, but also with his gray hair becoming black and shiny again.".
He dared not ask any more questions and hurried back. "The king waved his hand, and the maids and guards retreated wisely. The empty palace heard the king's long sigh, 'Dono, thank you.'"
"Quickly identify the women who drew the water and the little girl," shouted the King of Bandou Saha, "and kill all the people within half an arrow's distance of Wuyou's accident! Peel off the skin, feed the body to the dog, and raise ashes!"
After the massacre of Dono's family, there was once again a bloody storm in the royal city. For a moment, the strong smell of blood attracted countless crows, hovering over the royal city for a long time.
The skinned bodies were casually discarded outside the city where wild dogs gathered, and within a few days they turned into jagged bones, becoming a hiding place for rats.
Wuyou, who had been in a coma for half a month, sat on the bed, letting the royal doctor carefully uncover layers of gauze covered with dried blood. When the last layer was uncovered, the flesh and blood had adhered to the gauze and had to be dissolved in warm water, but a few strands of newly grown tender meat were still torn off.
"What have I become?" said the painless expression on Wuyou's face
The imperial doctor didn't answer, just don't overdo it. Wuyou shivered and touched her face, beginning with a hard touch, and two lines of tears fell down.
"No worries, this is your destiny." The King of Sala pushed the door and entered. "A generation of monarchs needs wisdom, not appearance."
"But, father..." Wuyou couldn't help but cry bitterly.
"If you really care about your appearance, just put this on," sighed the King of Bantou Saha with a long sigh and took out something
That's a human skin mask!
Wuyou took over the mask and applied it to her face. The human skin seemed to be alive, clinging tightly to it, and could not be torn off again.
"Do I have to live in the face of others all my life?" Wuyou muttered to herself.
"You have made a choice," said the Saha King in a deep voice
"I must kill that girl!" Wuyou clenched her fists and gurgled her knuckles.
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Under the command of the Sula King, the territory and force of the Peacock Dynasty reached unprecedented heights, successively conquering more than ten small neighboring countries, successfully resisting the invasion of the Persian Dynasty, and severely attacking them.
His eldest son, Xumo, stood out in the battle and made great contributions to the king, making him crown prince. The whole country worships the wise and divine martial arts of Sumo, and hopes that this handsome, handsome, and heroic prince will soon ascend the throne, pushing the country to a more prosperous height.
It seems that everyone has forgotten that in the palace, there is also a destiny that returns without worry.
Since the disfigurement, Wuyou's personality has become even weirder, locking herself in the house and never seeing anyone. Even the windows have been covered with thick saris, without a trace of sunlight to penetrate. Every day, the servant would bring food to the door, but the next day, the rich food remained intact at the door, and the servant had to replace it with a new food box.
Over the years, Wuyou has never eaten anything at all, and the tightly closed house has never been opened. Some people say that Wuyou can't stand her ugly appearance and has committed suicide in the house for a long time. However, the King of Sala obstructed public opinion and hid this secret.
However, some people say that they often hear someone whispering in the room at midnight. The rumor spread more and more widely, and in the end, people all said that Wuyou was dead and that his ghost was wandering in the room. In order not to let the angry ghosts become the city of the King of Misfortune, the King of Sala sealed the ghosts inside.
A more bizarre statement is that every month in the palace, a servant is inexplicably missing, neither alive nor dead. That's because Wuyou didn't actually die, but instead cut off the servant's face and pasted it on his own face to hide his terrible appearance.
For a moment, the locked house became a place where servants turned pale. Even the servants who were responsible for delivering food secretly emptied the food and never dared to approach it again.
On a moonlit night, the humid air brought by the Ganges River makes the royal city peaceful and peaceful, and the residents enter a deep sleep in exhaustion, preparing for the busy work of the new day.
There was another rustle from the locked house of Wuyou.
In the dark room, a man with a stiff expression sat slumped by the bed, staring at the ground for a long time without moving.
"No worries, you need to cheer up. Our Peacock Dynasty has flourished in recent years, and you should go out and have a look." A woman's voice said.
Wuyou is still motionless.
"Although your face has been destroyed, you must face it bravely! How can a man care so much about his appearance?"
"You don't know how ugly I am." Wuyou finally spoke, perhaps because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice dry and hoarse.
"The ugliest emperor is also an emperor. What a country needs is not beautiful actors, but heroic commanders."
"However, my brother has been crowned Crown Prince, and the Peacock Dynasty has nothing to do with me. When he ascends the throne, I will definitely be killed. He will not allow a heavenly appointed emperor to live."
"Then you need to cheer up and help him stabilize his territory, so that he can fully trust you and you can also live."
"I don't want to live anymore!" Wuyou finally cried out, and the grievances and resentment she had repressed for years erupted unbridled at this moment.
The woman touched his hair and took Wuyou into her arms. Wuyou cried even more sadly, like a lost child.
"Many years ago, I fell in love with you." The woman gently kissed Wu You on the forehead. "I don't care if you're the emperor appointed by heaven or not, I just love you. I don't want the person I love to become a waste."
"My face, what qualification does it have to say love?" Wuyou choked.
The woman suddenly grabbed at the door of Wuyou's face and with a "shua" sound, she tore off the human skin mask she had been clinging to for many years. "Then you need to wear this mask to live forever, huh?"
Her eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and she could not help exclaiming when she saw Wuyou's frightened face.
Wuyou hurriedly grabbed the human skin mask and hurriedly put it on her face, saying, "You go!"
"Alas!" sighed the woman, "This is the Nang cake baked for you. I will continue to visit you tomorrow."
She walked to the corner of the wall, lifted a floor tile, exposed a dark hole in the ground, and drilled in.
Wuyou took the dough and suddenly roared wildly!
The roar, like a wild beast in a desperate situation, spread throughout the palace. The King of Sala, lying between two naked palace maids, was awakened by the roar, his face changed, and his cheeks twitched uncontrollably.
eight
At daybreak, the servants who were cleaning the garden suddenly noticed that the door of the carefree room had been opened. A young man with a dead face and no expression stood at the door, breathing deeply in the fresh air. In his eyes, there was a glimmer of hope for rebirth.
"Thank you, although I don't know your name, and although you cover your face with sari every time, making me unable to see your face clearly, you have given me the courage to live. If I can become the king of the Peacock Dynasty, I will definitely build you the most beautiful palace in the world." Wuyou whispered this passage, took a deep breath, and suddenly tore off the mask!
The face, covered with dark red scars and bulging veins, looked even more ferocious and terrifying in the golden sunlight of the morning.
The servants were stunned and forgot their work, allowing the worry-free spirit like a demon to pass by.
"Father, I want to lead the army in the war." In the palace of the Saha King, Wuyou knelt down long and could not rise.
"You haven't left the house for many years, how can you lead the army in battle?" The King of Sala casually teased the peacock.
"I want to fight!" The carefree tone was unquestionable.
Has this day come? The Saha King looked carefree and felt a deeper chill in his heart.
"In that case, let's take troops to punish the rebellious small country three hundred miles away." The King waved his hand, "Your eldest brother will distribute soldiers and weapons to you."
Outside the treacherous city wall, Della frowned at a group of elderly, infirm, and demoralized soldiers. It was difficult to kill a chicken with decayed weapons. How could it be said to seize a city or land. What's more, this is the first time that Wuyou has led troops to fight. Rumors have long been circulating in the army that there is no doubt that this battle will be fatal. Every day, escaped soldiers are captured and beheaded for public display, but the morale of the army has dispersed and there is no combat effectiveness at all.
"Prince, Sumo clearly wants us to die." Della waved her whip and became angry. "I'm going to find the king and expose Sumo's evil deeds."
"Della, what do you think death is?" Wuyou pointed to the distance, "Heart, alive, people don't die; Heart, dead, people don't live. If God naively recognizes me as the emperor appointed by heaven, even if I am alone in the battle, I will surely laugh and proud of the enemy's corpse!"
"Wuyou urged the horse to rush to the front of the battle and stand in front of the entire army,", He took off the mask of evil spirits cast in bronze: "I know that you are all abandoned people. In this battle, you have no hope of winning, and your death will save a lot of food for the Peacock Dynasty. However, I want to tell you, I, Peacock Wuyou, was once an abandoned person! I have been immersed for a long time, and later because of a woman, I have found myself again! I believe that you all have loved ones. Today, treason is ahead, and if you don't fight, you must die! War "Even if we die, our heroes and souls will surely make our loved ones proud!"! I don't know how many of us can survive this battle, but I believe that every warrior who can survive will become a hero worshipped by the Peacock Dynasty! "After the war, let's meet heroes in the blood of the enemy!"
The soldiers stared at Wu You, who was facing the light, with an expression of incomparable fortitude in his ghostly appearance.
"Heroes meet!" I don't know who shouted.
"Heroes meet!"
"Heroes meet!"
This sentence, like a raging wave, quickly spread throughout the entire army, with shouts rising one after another and shaking the world!
"I, Peacock Wuyou, will be reborn in the first battle of my life!" Wuyou let out a loud cry and rode his horse to kill the traitor.
Behind him, there was a tidal wave of troops, even the emaciated war elephants, raising their noses and shouting loudly!
War, matchless!
WuYou, the world is unparalleled!
Peacock, Nirvana, Rebirth!
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In order to win, one must sacrifice countless soldiers!
The traitor was successfully conquered by the Wu You army with a determination to die. The blood stained every inch of the land, a gust of wind swept through, and the air seemed to be mixed with the fierce cries of battle.
"Captives can be taken back as slaves." Della's right hand was wrapped around a thick sari, and during the battle, he lost his index finger.
"Kill!" Wuyou said coldly as she stood on the high city wall.
"Kill?" Della was startled when she heard it. "This is a trophy bestowed by heaven. It's a pity to kill!"
"Kill!" Wuyou sneered, "No one will stay!"
Rebel prisoners who had already planned to become slaves, could not have imagined that the soldiers who were clearing the battlefield suddenly raised their weapons and without hesitation cut them down
In the air, the smell of blood is even stronger. In the air, several circling crows "quack quack", occasionally falling to peck at the steaming bodies.
The blood converges into a slowly flowing river of blood, flowing into the eternal Ganges River.
"This city is mine," Wuyou roared up to the sky, "Della, I won't go back to the royal city.
Della was startled and said, "Prince, this is a public rebellion!"
"So, I need you to go to the royal city once and report to my father, I need to recuperate. Also, you can help me find someone." A gentle flash flashed in Wuyou's cold eyes, "a woman who can make delicious Nang cakes."
Della retreated. Before long, a group of cavalry escorted Della and galloped away towards the direction of the royal city. "Wuyou supported the city wall and smiled at the corners of her mouth, saying, 'The empty space ahead is just enough to build a beautiful palace.'"
After years of war, Wuyou's army was invincible, seizing cities and territories, once again opening up a large territory for the Peacock Dynasty, with a reputation that went straight after Prince Xumo.
After three years of day and night construction, the beautiful palace is also about to be completed. However, it is strange that Wuyou never steps into the palace, but stands in front of the palace for a long time at dusk every day without leaving.
Della made increasingly frequent trips between the two cities, and one day, he came back in a panic and brought a secret letter to Wuyou that was enough to shock the country.
The King of Sala is critically ill!
"Prince, the king is critically ill. If you don't return to the royal city to fight for the throne at this time, I'm afraid..." whispered Della.
"Della, I miss the aroma of Nang cakes in the royal city a bit."
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Residents of the royal city, who have lived and worked in peace and contentment for a long time, were horrified to discover that overnight, a vast and well-equipped army had emerged outside the city. On the hunting flag in the middle of the army, there is embroidered a peacock flapping its wings to fly.
By noon, the army had no sign of attacking the city. Instead, two men had galloped out of the army and entered the royal city.
One of them wore a chilly bronze mask, followed closely by a missing index finger in his right hand.
"Wu You, you're back." The King of Sala coughed fiercely, hissing like a broken bellows in his throat.
"Father, your body?" Wuyou knelt down on the ground with no emotion in her eyes.
"Old, I know the purpose of your return." A strange expression flashed in the turbid eyes of the Saha King. "I don't want to see brotherhood happen. This will ruin the Peacock Dynasty."
"Hehe." Wuyou patted the soil on his knee, and Shi Shiran stood up and took off his bronze mask. His ugly face was unusually ferocious, and his eyes flashed with hatred and anger. "So you destroyed my life through Persian magic, using Qi to renew your life, enhance your fortune, and destroy my face, damaging the face of the emperor, fearing that the curse of killing my father and brother would come true, right?"
"I knew that Della couldn't be trusted," said the King of Sala calmly, lowering his head.
"I can also give him the wealth and power you promised. Moreover, with the example of Dono, Della naturally knows who to help. And during the years of war, I have sacrificed my life several times to save him. Della is not like you, you have no feelings, only your own life and country." Wuyou pulled out his waist knife and casually played with it, "Father, you gave birth to me, why should you destroy me?"
"Because you were born under a curse. Have you ever thought about how scared I am to raise a son who will kill me when I grow up?" The Saha King smiled sadly, "But thinking that the Peacock Kingdom will prosper and prosper in your hands, I can't help feeling this ambivalence. Therefore, I spent nine years searching for Persian magic and transferring your fate to me. Unexpectedly, you can stay away from the royal city and open up your own territory. Perhaps this is the number of days, and no one can stop it."
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Wuyou played a knife trick, "Every day, I think about how to take off your head, making me crazy!"
"No worries, you are my son." The King of Sala lifted his head with difficulty. "Sumo is your brother."
His voice grew weaker and weaker before finally disappearing.
The palace was quiet and carefree, slowly closing the knife. He had fantasized about this scene countless times, but never expected such an outcome.
The man whose father once stole his life gas and destroyed his face with a secret technique died like this?
"Wuyou, dare you kill your father!" Xumo's roar came from outside the palace!
"Humph! I not only dare to kill my father, but also dare to kill my brother!" Wuyou suddenly turned around and threw out the machete, straight into Xumo's heart!
"Xumo looked down at the handle of the knife that was shaking in disbelief. A smear of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his throat" clucked ", with a roll of sheepskin brocade and silk rolling down in the pool of blood.".
Wuyou pulled out his machete, closed his wide-open eyes, and picked up the brocade dipped in blood. As he read, his face suddenly changed, he threw away the brocade and rushed towards the house where he once lived.
No one dared to stop the murderous Wuyou and let him kick the door open. The choking dust made Wuyou cough for a long time before entering the house, lifting the floor tile, and drilling in!
"Father, brother, I was wrong!" he roared as he drilled out the secret passage and looked clearly at the surrounding environment
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Della defected with the army!
"Wuyou, who killed his father and brother, was not trusted by the garrison army. Although he managed to maintain the throne through violence, the soldiers had no morale.". Under the siege of Deraa for days, the royal city was about to fall.
On a starry night, a dark shadow silently slid down the city wall, miraculously bypassing the besieged army and disappearing into the wilderness.
The quiet Ganges River is frozen with a bright moonlight. Postwar corpses are casually thrown into the river and soaked into pale flesh balls.
"I know it's wrong!" a man knelt in front of the Ganges River and whispered to himself. "I was deceived by Della. I always thought that my father was using Persian magic to break my fate and destroy my face for the curse of 'killing my father and killing my brother.' Until I saw the abdication edict written on the brocade, I realized that my father and brother were already ready to surrender the throne to me. My father did this in order to transfer my bad fortune to himself and bear the curse of fate for me."
The Ganges River is still flowing quietly with a few waves.
It wasn't until I passed through the secret road and found out that the destination was actually Dono's ruined mansion that I completely understood. That woman may be the only descendant of the Donovan family. "Drally used her to inspire my fighting spirit, build an army capable of rebellion, and tell me the truth of being changed to life and disfigured, allowing hatred to blind my eyes and committing a monstrous mistake.". I don't want to make excuses for myself, but I want to ask for your forgiveness. When Della captured the royal city, all the residents would become slaves and countless lives would be destroyed. Ganges River, the mother river of the Peacock Dynasty, I need your help! "If I win this battle, I will serve the Buddha all my life, build 84000 temples, and make up for my mistakes."
Wuyou kissed the wet land on the banks of the Ganges River, grabbed a handful of Ganges River, and sprinkled it on her hair.
The tranquil river suddenly stirred countless swirls, with the spray rising higher and higher, making a shocking "roar" sound! The current is getting faster and faster. Every collision with the bank will shake up a snow-white foam. The Ganges River, like a life, suddenly breaks free from the constraints of the riverbed, breaks the river bank, and rushes towards the army of Deraa!
The rebels, who were still sleeping, were awakened by the sound of the huge waves and fled in all directions in the face of the huge waves that could destroy the sky and crack the earth!
"The anger of the Ganges!" Della stood in the middle camp, her purple lips trembling. "Am I really doing something wrong to avenge my brother Dono? Lina, run away quickly."
Beside him stood a beautiful woman who said stubbornly, "Uncle, when you risked your life to save me that year, I forgot my own life."
"But, do you love him, right?" Della smiled sadly. "If it weren't for your stop, the royal city would have been captured long ago. I understand your intention and want to give him a chance to surrender. Lina, perhaps you have known each other in previous lives, and in this life, you have renewed your bad karma. That palace was built to marry you."
"I have only hatred in my heart, not love!" Lina bit her lips. "How can I fall in love with the son of someone who killed my family?"
"You can hide from yourself, but you can't hide from your heart. When he fell in front of you and cut his face, you already fell in love with him. Every time I go back to the King City, you must carefully inquire about his affairs, and your uncle is not a fool." The surging river was about to rush to the camp, and Della smiled, "He has borne all the curses and is bound to become a Mingjun, Mingwang Peacock, and Wuyou Asoka! Be his wife and forget about hatred."
"Uncle, I will never obey." Tears rolled in Lina's eyes.
The huge wave rushed towards them, instantly submerging them, and they rushed straight to a distance of one mile from the royal city before calming down and slowly receding.
Numerous corpses float in the Ganges River, where Wu You kneels piously and prays in a low voice.
Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he looked up and saw a beautiful woman rising from the bottom of the river, with a smile on her lips, lying on the gentle water.
"If you give up, there will be a reward. You give me Nang bread and hope, and I will return your palace and the afterlife." Wuyou folded her hands together, with a few tears dripping on her fingertips, reflecting the morning sun, like a blooming lotus flower.
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By the time Ah Yue finished telling this story, the bedroom was already occupied by smoke, and I couldn't see his face clearly. Opening the window, fresh air poured in, and I took a deep breath, slightly shaking off the heavy oppression in my heart.
"Ah Yue, what's the connection between the story the monk told you and those weird jokes?" My eyes were full of images brought about by the brain tonic story, and I couldn't say what I felt like, so I had to casually find something to ask and leave the topic.
"Maybe there is a connection, maybe there is no connection." Ah Yue looked very tired, reclining on the bed, pillowed by the quilt, "The mystery of the Ganges River is something we will never understand. Perhaps, the photographer and his dead lover, it is Masinda and Kaul, who are reincarnated again."
"Which is important, love, career, or hatred?" I suddenly thought of Ono, who is far away in Japan, and my heart ached.
"Everything is important, maybe it's not important. Anan, the highlight of life lies in the unpredictable future. What we need to do may be to experience it through our lifetime, with joy, deception, regret, regret, and happiness. However, every journey is a part of life."
Outside the dormitory, students in twos and threes accompanied each other, chatting happily or playing with their mobile phones as they walked. The long school avenue, like a quiet river, flows quietly. I seemed to see the Ganges River, which I had never seen before, floating with corpses. The pure river water, the dirty corpse water, perfectly blended.
What is life?
Is it reincarnation or choice, I don't know!