diskusbooks Chapter 454: May the bright moon hang high and not be slandered. May the heaven and earth give birth
Chapter 454: May the bright moon hang high and not be slandered. May the heaven and earth give birth
Watching the frightening grayness in Liu Jiqian's eyes finally fade away, his golden-red pupils once again shone brightly, and the dark red lingering in them quietly disappeared like mist dispelled by the sun, Lu Wensheng's eyes were still blurry.
He knew that his vision was not out of focus, but that his eyes were completely blurred by the surging tears.
When he was still in that distant hometown known as "modern", as he grew older, he always had a youthful disapproval and sneer at the clichéd plot of "tears awakening the sleeping people" in those cartoons - tears are not a panacea, how could they have such magical power?
However, at this moment, holding the soul in his arms that was almost swallowed by despair and evil spirit, and feeling the cold barrier that collapsed instantly when his fingertips touched the other party because of his tears, Lu Wensheng suddenly came to his senses.
It's not that tears themselves have any magic.
It was love, the scorching, burning love that could burn away all the gloom. It flowed along the salty tears like the hottest magma, unhindered into the depths of the heart that was almost frozen and deadly with malice, and fiercely burned the long-dormant perception.
It was not the melancholy brought about by the scene, but the suffering that Liu Jiqian had endured, the despair and humiliation that flowed between the lines of the original work and almost crushed the soul, Lu Wensheng knew better than anyone else.
He had read the "script" and knew what kind of dirty "jealousy" was bubbling under the skin of those so-called "admirers", a jealousy that even they themselves might not be fully aware of.
They looked up to him as if he were a god in the clouds, yet in the darkest corners of their hearts they uttered silent questions and curses:
Why are you not stained by dust?
Why do you have to be so clean and dressed in white?
Why should you stay away from the storms and troubles, as if the filth in the world has nothing to do with you?
Don't sit on the platform! You're going to fall down!
You're such a good person, so you should be... as bad as me!
What people love to see most is never the compassion of God, but the fall of God.
The altar collapsed, the high bridge broke, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky fell into the quagmire.
Being dragged into the sea of suffering where all living beings struggle by the seven emotions and six desires, the moonlight is obscured by dust, the holiness is stained by dust, and finally they are burned by the karmic fire of the nine disasters and eight tribulations, ending up reduced to ashes. Only then can they sigh with satisfaction: Look, even God is no more than this.
They pray to God, but also hate God; they worship God, but deep in their hearts they have the urge to kill God.
It is a collective carnival of murder in the name of love.
Only by watching that noble and unattainable existence being stained by dust can we demonstrate: All beings are not wrong, and I am not wrong.
Because they finally "proved" that even God could be infected, defiled, pulled down from the lofty clouds, and trampled into the mud under everyone.
The wings that she was so proud of were chopped off, her flawless cheeks were torn apart, and the whiteness that symbolized purity was forever soaked in blood and mud that could never be washed away.
It seems that only in this way can they tell themselves with peace of mind: Look, God is no different from us.
We are even more "noble" than God because we have been in the mud for a long time.
Lu Wensheng lowered his eyelashes, tears still swirling in his eyes, gleaming with a fragile light, but beneath that light, there was a chill that almost froze everything - they had no chance.
Lu Wensheng held up Liu Jiqian's face, his action filled with an almost divine compassion, his fingertips gently brushing across his cold cheek, as if to wipe away all the filth and pain.
In his eyes, the little bit of love and affection gathered into a galaxy, flowing gently, like the warm mist above a cold pond, with a clarity that washed away all impurities.
It was as if the gods had finally extricated themselves from the eternal entanglement of love and hate, and lowered their eyes to comfort their lost believers.
What leaked from his fingertips was no longer an ordinary breath, but a distant spring mist filled with vitality, like the warm spring sun that rises when the early spring sun melts the ice. It brought warmth that soothed the soul and quietly dispelled the coldness and despair around Liu Jiqian.
Liu Jiqian's eyes stared uncontrollably and deeply at Lu Wensheng who was so close to him.
The pupils were like a deep pool into which a stone had been thrown. They suddenly contracted and trembled violently and uncontrollably, reflecting the galaxy of pity in the other person's eyes, and the glimmer of light symbolizing salvation flowing from the fingertips.
He heard Lu Wensheng's voice. The voice was very soft, like the whispers of lovers, but every word was of great weight, striking his heart and soul on the verge of breaking without any hindrance, making a deafening roar.
"Liu Jiqian," the voice pierced through the demonic roar, with a certainty that pierced through time and space, "In fact, in this world, there are countless people who love you, like looking up at the stars, like longing for the rain.
This prayer contains a desire for light, an adherence to justice, and even more admiration and protection for your own character, Liu Jiqian - and it is in this torrent of silent prayers from thousands of people that I was able to go back in time and come to your side.
I come for all the sentient beings in this world, and I also come for you.
Liu Jiqian, I came here originally for you.
You are not some fallen immortal,
You are the solitary wild goose in the vast painting of heaven and earth, flapping its wings to soar into the sky and calling out to the heavens;
He is a traveler in the clouds, looking down at the vast sea of clouds and wandering freely in the blue sky.
He is an immortal who steps on the towering mountains and stands in the clouds in the sky!
He is the number one genius, the one whose sword sweeps through the heavens and cuts through the clouds, and whose body is covered in frost and snow, yet he is banished to heaven!"
The soul is condensed in frost and snow, and the demeanor is clear and graceful - these eight words stirred Lu Wensheng's heart, clearly outlining the true nature of the person in front of him.
Xuanxuan Shaoju, Zhuozhuo Spring Willow, this is Liu Jiqian! The proud son of heaven standing on the cloud peak, with clear sword intent and unparalleled elegance! He should be like a lone pine reflecting the snow, like a bright moon hanging in the sky, how could he be stained by muddy water?
Everyone is jealous.
The jealousy burned fiercely, twisted and dark.
They hate that the bright moon hanging high in the sky does not shine on me alone, and hate that its clear light shines on all living beings and cannot be embraced alone; they hate that the heaven and earth give birth to all things and not just you and me - they hate that this vast world cannot accommodate only each other, and hate that the noble existence highlights their own insignificance and unbearableness.
This jealousy gave rise to endless malice, and the only desire was to drag that person in the clouds down and sink into the mire together, so as to slightly relieve the despicable "balance" in his heart.
He then "went in the opposite direction" -
In this web woven of jealousy and malice, he cut through the thorns and forged a completely different path on his own!
He wished the bright moon to hang high in the sky, untainted by slander, and that its pure light would remain forever, untainted by gossip and rumors, unobstructed by the malice of villains, illuminating the universe with its brightness, untainted by dust.
He wished that all things in heaven and earth could live in peace, that rivers could flow, plants could flourish and wither, and birds and beasts could live, all following their own paths, each keeping their own place, not invading one another, and sharing the blessings of heaven and earth.
What he wishes in his heart is that this troubled world can have a peaceful order, and that the bright moon hanging high in the sky can always keep its pure brilliance, without being stained by dust or falling into the mire.