In a daze, he seemed to remember that there was a world where he could never help the old lady when he saw it falling to the ground, and it would be better not to even get close to it. He didn't think that he would hit the old lady in this paradise and still had money to take it.

In comparison, this kind of world is indeed better!

Not only that, the onlookers were concerned: "You are okay, child! That aunt was not careful when walking, it was because she hit the child! Alas, I haven't seen such a young child for many years, it's so pitiful."

The "spectators" are not only unlucky, but also have the warmth of human feelings, which is almost to melt people.

"Dansheng" felt guilty and quickly confessed: "It was not her who hit me, it was me who hit her!"

The masses loved him more and more: "What a good kid, he still talked to others when he was hit! Yes, yes, come on, kid, take it to buy cakes!"

He was soon overwhelmed by Bodhizi: "I don't want it, I don't want anything!" He finally got rid of the enthusiastic onlookers.

"It's so strange. The sparrow tramples on the old hen to death, the ant is three feet six years old, and the old man is sitting in the cradle."

He shook his head and hummed the ballad, following the abbot of Yangon, passing through the crowd. Unfortunately, there were no other children on the street and no one came to sing with him.

Suddenly, the abbot of Yangon stopped: "Let's stay here for a night."

"here!?"

This place is neither a temple nor an inn, but a large square.

At this time, the sun sets, the lights are on, and the square is full of people and the excitement is extremely lively. Many people line up, singing and dancing, but they are not the place to stay no matter how you look at it.

"Yes, it's here."

"All right."

"Dansheng" sat down on the steps with his cheeks in his arms, looking at the dancing crowd, the setting sun dyed his face as red as an apple, and his smile unconsciously appeared to be no different from an ordinary child.

The abbot of Yangon suddenly felt a little reluctant. Maybe he shouldn't be dragged into it. Maybe not only shouldn't help him recover his memory, but he should help him completely cover the past.

Behind the heroic and decisive decisive decisive destiny of "Li Qingshan" is a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and boundless sins. He does not want to treat sentient beings as ants like ordinary practitioners, so he will never be able to feel at ease and must bear this sin. So he becomes more determined, even if he dies in a battle, he will take it for granted.

Now when I think back on what he said in the Pure Land Temple in Heiyun City, I am still deafening and bloody every sentence:

"I laugh at you for being too weak, just like those guys who regard sentient beings as ants. Because they can't bear the pain in their hearts, they have to abandon their good thoughts and put down their butcher's knife. They are all distorting their original hearts. How many differences are there?"

"I am compassionate and intimidate the demon heart inside. I am so happy to hold a butcher knife in my hand and kill powerful enemies outside. Why go to the Pure Land?"

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him. Since I kill someone, I will be prepared to be killed. If I don't seek happiness or immortality, how can a monk save him?"

It is not as mysterious as the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, but this great determination and perseverance are simply incredible.

At this moment, "Dansheng" suddenly jumped up: "I'll go dance!"

The dancing guys kept teasing him, and after a while, he learned the dance movements and finally couldn't hold back and jumped into the field.

Wow! It was like a scoop of cold water pouring into a hot oil pan, and the atmosphere in the square immediately became as warm as fire.

A figure flashed in front of him, and it turned out to be the old lady who hit him. She was extremely agile and kept turning around.

"You are here, kid! Compare?"

"Just compare, whoever is afraid of whom!"

"I, Zhang Su'e!"

"I, Li Dansheng!"

The old and the young danced in the middle of the square. Everyone surrounded them, cheering and cheering, and the dance continued.

Zhang Su'e has been immersed in this art for many years, visited countless dance masters, stepped through countless squares, and practiced this dance art. She was full of excitement, making people completely forget her age and immersed in her dancing posture.

However, she was soon surprised and shocked. The child seemed to be born to dance, and every movement was smooth and perfect. This was not a child, but a dance master! Soon she couldn't keep up with his dance steps and was convinced and defeated.

"One Sheng" was full of spirit and defeated the dancers. The cheers were like waves, and the air was as hot as if it was about to burn.

He danced freely and unrestrainedly, like a sudden rain, like a whirlwind, like a frog, like a fighting tiger. It is not only the dance posture he just learned, but also the yangko dance, peacock dance, Latin dance, tap dance, street dance in the depths of memory...

He became the unique leading dancer, and everyone followed his dance steps.

The abbot of Yangon shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, what qualifications do you have to help Li Qingshan choose the road?"

"Dansheng"'s eyes were half open and half closed, forgetting everything around him, as if he was trapped in a dream. He felt great joy in his heart, and not dancing was not enough to express himself; he felt great anger, not dancing was not enough to vent his feelings; he felt great sorrow, not dancing was not enough to calm down.

Each emotion becomes an action, even radiating out of the square, inspiring everyone to do the same action.

When the bell rang, a group of guards wearing armor and holding weapons walked towards the square: "It's getting late, it's time for everyone to disperse!"

On weekdays, people will dissipate when they hear the bells, but today no one pays attention to the guards' urging. Instead, more and more people are coming from all directions.

The guards passed by the crowd and rushed into the center of the square, trying to stop the "leader dancer."

However, he was still dancing indulgingly, and suddenly his third eye opened his forehead and shot a burning divine fire around him, so that the guards could not get close to him.

An image of the god appeared on his body, wearing a flame crown, holding a small drum and flame, and was dancing, but his movements were extremely slow and full of power: slowly lifted up his left leg, stepped on the flame aura of his right foot, and stretched his four arms gently.

There was a loud noise, and even the guards threw away their weapons and danced with them, looking intoxicated, forgetting their responsibilities.

"Demon Dance!"

The abbot of Yangon frowned, a little unexpected. He almost forgot that Li Qingshan practiced the way of great freedom, and now he showed the "Dance King" of the Great Free Heaven, and there was a hint of divinity in it, which was clearly dependent on him, and even he could not stop it.

The flame halo rotates endlessly, revolving around, symbolizing the cycle of generation, preservation and destruction. No one can escape such a cycle, just like this.

Even people who never danced, danced enthusiastically and instantly became dance masters, but they were a bit like marionettes.

Unconsciously, he turned the square into the temple for his practice, turned the people into his believers, and the cultivation of the soul grew rapidly.

The night became deeper and darker, and the lights of the city went out, leaving only this square.

The bell rang twelve times and made the final warning.
Chapter completed!