Shakyamuni was finally able to go out, and it was a young man who drove him, because King Pure Rice knew that if it was an old slave around him, Shakyamuni would definitely feel distressed when he saw it, and maybe he would fall into the Dharma path again and be unable to extricate himself.

So I specially chose a young man who was in good health, and the two of them talked and laughed along the way, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, but until the carriage drove outside the city, Sakyamuni's eyes gradually changed.

He lived in the palace on weekdays, and he didn't know about the suffering of this world, so when he came outside, he observed all living beings.

Most of the women in the palace are noble, but there are also many women on this street with children in one hand and stalls in the other, which are very different from those women in the palace, they are plainly dressed and their faces are not powdered.

Even the figures were not as good as the women in the palace, but they still looked at the guests with smiling faces, all of which Shakyamuni had never seen in the palace, and the young man driving outside also sounded the instructions of the King of Pure Rice when he saw this.

"The king once said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes quiet places, and I know that there is a place outside the city, so why don't we go there?"

Sakyamuni couldn't raise much interest in 050 as to where to go, so he waved his hand and let the young man drive away by himself, but as soon as he walked to the city gate, he was stopped by a gray-haired old man.

The old man was staggering, full of gray hair, and muttering words that others could not understand, and the soldiers defending the city were quite impatient when they saw this, not to mention that the frame of Shakyamuni's car was next to him, so he naturally wanted to drive the old man aside.

Let Shakyamuni pass first, only to see that the old man was trembling and couldn't even walk a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

"Can you get out of the way first, and then don't walk faster, our Royal Highness the Crown Prince still has urgent things to do!"

As soon as he heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was sitting in the gorgeous frame, the old man looked even more anxious than before, but after taking a few steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground, and even his crutches fell far away from him.

The young man in the car was a little impatient, and when he wanted to continue to drive away, Shakyamuni stepped out of the frame and stepped forward to help the old man up from the ground, and the old man muttered words of gratitude.

Looking at Shakyamuni in front of him with cloudy eyes, there was sincere gratitude in it, feeling his old man's rough skin and bony body, Shakyamuni was quite unbearable, took off his money bag, and handed it to the old man.

"You walk slowly, the road here is not smooth, don't be in a hurry, we have a long time. "

The old man thanked him again and again, but resolutely pushed the money bag back, just picked up his crutches, and staggered away not far away, Shakyamuni sighed in this world, no matter how noble the identity is.

It is no match for the passage of time, and there is no way to stop the years from leaving traces on the body, it is just a mortal, only a few decades of hurrying, and in the end he will be like the old man without a healthy body.

Even if he was about to fall down after walking a few steps, and what he would be like at that time, Shakyamuni couldn't imagine that his mood became heavier and heavier, and the young man driving just wanted to rush to a quiet place immediately.

It is enough for Shakyamuni to calm down his mood, if not, he will be severely punished when he goes back to the King of Pure Rice, which was originally a journey of relaxation, but Shakyamuni feels that his mood is getting heavier and heavier, if he has never seen this vast number of sentient beings.

He may still be able to deceive himself into living with the idea of the King of Pure Rice, but when he sees these people, and those old people, children and women, he knows that he can no longer keep his original intention and deceive himself.

What he should have done was certainly not to be drunk in his own palace, (cibh) immersed in gentleness, no matter how he could save Shakyamuni, he tightened his clothes on his chest, and only felt as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

The more the young man in the car wanted to get to his destination as quickly as possible, the more things happened along the way. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Another person blocked their way, and it was a sick man, who was lying on the side of the road and shouting for help, with undried blood still hanging from his lips, and the young man knew that if he had been bumped into by Shakyamuni, he would have to be nosy.

He wanted to drive through quickly, but Shakyamuni was faster than him, and before he could leave,

Shakyamuni jumped off the frame, and the young man had to quickly grab the horse, and Shakyamuni stepped forward to check on the man's condition, and the man cried bitterly, but clung to Shakyamuni's clothes.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, I think we should leave it alone, get out of here quickly, the preparations are already made over there......"

However, the persuasion of the young man had no effect at all for Shakyamuni, who carefully checked the situation of the person in front of him and sighed slowly.

Shakyamuni had already read medical books well, so he naturally knew that the situation of the person in front of him was almost hopeless.

"Help me, please help me. "

Even though he knew the result, Shakyamuni sent the person to a nearby hospital and left enough money for the consultation, so he left the young man who was driving, only praying that no other accidents would happen along the way.

If not, I don't know how Shakyamuni will react, Shakyamuni can still hear the wailing of the sick person from afar, and everyone can't avoid getting sick, and the disease seems to be a tempering given by God to mortals.

From a cold and fever to a fatal illness, people don't know how many times they will be infected with diseases in this life, how many times they have escaped death, if they are a little less lucky, they may stay there forever, and there is no way to do it again. []

And that person was like this just now, for him that illness was his door of death, until later Shakyamuni could not recover from the two things, and the third person came one after another, and all the fate was like arranged by God.

Then they saw a funeral procession walking in front of them, all dressed in white, and everyone was crying.

The leader also holds a portrait in his hand, and such a scene seems to coincide with a scene in Shakyamuni's memory.

When Queen Maya died, everyone mourned the woman who had passed away as they do now, and Shakyamuni was too young at that time, but he was just being held through the ice coffin to see the pale woman.

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