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Wuwu, take hollow wood, no edged stone, dull gold, no fireworks, and cultivate your whole body to refine your passion. Aweng spent his entire body cultivating "no illusion" and "good listening" for Ajian and I. I, Aweng of the Brahma clan, said that delusion has no root at all, and when the mind arises, it is delusion. If one delusion blocks one's own mind, one can be at ease by guarding the mind without delusion. I didn't understand what it meant to be innocent. The precocious little demon king took me to a teahouse in the human world to listen to a play and told me: "Mortals have a short life span, so they have to work hard all their lives to find a different situation with just a few decades of numerology." To have a full belly, to find a good match, to find wealth, to find kingship, this life is short, but I want everything to be perfect. "So, they have to perform a show day after day to keep Huang Liang dreaming." I seem to understand, but I am a devil boy in this world, I can't think of these things, I just want to play happily and freely every day. Ah Jong and I were born in the peaceful demonic realm of the Six Realms, and lived a free and happy life like ordinary children. However, children have to grow up. In order to acquire skills, we accepted a skinny old immortal as our master and entered the school. Loved by relatives, taught by masters, and accompanied by friends, life is smooth and smooth, but little children know that the six realms are in conflict and people's hearts are ugly. As a "magic drumstick", parents die, masters die, relatives and friends are separated. The six realms are so big, countless people want to tear my flesh and my bones apart. In such a huge world, it is difficult for a little devil boy to find a place. I finally felt emotional and said to a short-distance travel companion: "You see, we are different from those mortals. Except that we live longer, we all suffer the same joys and sorrows." "That's different. At least we won't die so easily. Death is the most terrifying thing." "Really? Then you must have never experienced that kind of horror, right? All the loved ones and relatives are dead, but the mourners' hearts have been eaten by insects for hundreds of thousands of years. As long as the mourners do not die, the insects will not stop eating them." "But isn't time the elixir that heals sorrow?" "Maybe, but why doesn't it work for me? Maybe it's my problem. It's been as clear as yesterday after so long." He stopped talking and stayed silent with me. He is just a demon boy, unable to understand the fate of this and that. There is no delusion, there is no delusion. My heart is full of blood. Who can do anything to me if I have delusion? ! Purpose: Don't drive the devil crazy