957 Who (2/2)

Within an instant, hundreds of people crammed in before the situation was out of control. Many fell down to the ground and couldn't get up. Everyone was tramping. Sounds of fractured bones and screaming were heard again and again amid the crowd.

Ye Su was badly beaten. There was blood all over his body, but he remained in his standing position instead of evading the attacks. Then, he finally bent and squatted on the ground.

Several strong men at the front didn't care about the others or the screaming around them. They violently came through the crowd attacked him with the bludgeons.

No one knew how long had passed. It was not until when the crowd finally calmed down that they were able to find out how many people were heavily injured. They quickly carried them to see doctors.

A pathetic voice suddenly sounded outside the abbey. ”My children! My children! Where are my children? Who has seen my two boys?” A simply-dressed woman came into the abbey screaming. Then she looked through the injured on the ground. Most of the attackers were neighbors and knew each other. They swiftly offered her help.

Blood was all over the ground. She was not able to find her children. She fell on the ground as she was breathlessly crying and was too tired to stand up..

People in the abbey looked at each other in speechless despair, wondering if the children were still alive since even those strongest ones were seriously injured from being stamped upon.

They all held that thought, but no one would dare mention it to the woman. All of a sudden, it fell into extreme quietness then. Someone angrily blamed that one for it. Or why on earth would we all come into the abbey.

”It was your fault! You're the murder!” An old man walked to Ye Su, and trembled by anger. He held up his walking stick and hit him. Another rumbling sound was heard, and a mouthful of blood was spilled out by Ye Su.

The old man was still angry, and was prepared to hit again. Some of the young men followed with bludgeons in their hands, determined to beat Ye Su to death.

However, they all soon halted their attacks. No one was moving their weapons. They saw him move.

Ye Su loosened his arms, and sat on the ground weakly.

The two boys were in his arms.

The two boys looked pale and had no idea what had happened. They looked at their neighbors, who were carrying bludgeons. Then they realized that they were near Ye Su. Thus, they cried in fear, unconsciously picked up bricks, and threw them at him.

Ye Su's face was bleeding even more. Being hit by bricks gave him extra wounds. He looked at the two children and smiled. ”Are you OK?”

The children didn't know how to answer. Neither did anyone else in the abbey. It was silent.

The old man looked at a loss and put down the walking stick in his hands.

Who was this man?

After a while, he realized what had happened, and heavily patted the two children. He lessoned, ”Little fools! You can't hit him!”

The woman ran over, held the children in her arms and thanked Ye Su again and again.

The old man looked at the strong young man and shouted, ”Why are you just standing here? Go find a doctor!”

That man was flurried and confused. He asked, ”Elder Uncle, the doctor is right outside.”

The old man said, ”Call the doctor in and let him check this sir.”

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This was Ye Su's life at present.

What he did was actually quite similar to what Jun Mo did at the underground of the field. They all wanted the people to be better informed, about what was in the field and what was not in the Divine Halls, about what options there were, and about what was not necessary.

Belief was the last hope of the unlucky ones, but it couldn't become the root of misfortune, nor its excuses. The true belief was supposed to give people the courage to change the misfortune. People should learn how to trust themselves.

Ye Su and Mo Jun, once equally proud and outstanding, were set apart at Green Canyon. They finally merged back to the same road, a road worthy of rounds of applause.

But from the perspective of Buddhism and Taoism, it wasn't a good thing. If people were to choose to trust themselves, both the Buddha and Haotian would become weaker.

A wheelchair was in front of the stone cottage on the cliff plateau of the Divine Halls.

The Abbey Dean sat on the chair and was afraid of the wind and chilly air on the cliff. He tied up the blanket with great difficulty, and then said, ”When Haotian returns, kill them all.”

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