Chapter 247 End of Death

The prince returned to the palace, and proposed to his father, to find the end of death.

But everyone in the palace regarded Siddhartha as the brightest star in the sky, so naturally they would not allow him to be insured, so the emperor did not agree, and even asked the guards to focus on the prince.

As time passed, Siddhartha, who had never paid attention to these before, found many elderly people in some remote corners of the palace. They were haggard and emaciated, as if they were about to die at any time.

Siddhartha looked at those people in the distance, lost in thought.

"I want to find the end of death and old age!"

After a while, Siddhartha murmured with firm eyes.

This day was the day of Siddhartha's marriage, and the entire imperial city celebrated and laughed for it, but in some inconspicuous corners, there were still people dying and getting old.

Also on this night, the fog was thick and misty, as if the entire imperial city was covered with a layer of mysterious gauze.

The most surprising thing is that in this mist, everyone in the entire imperial city is already unconscious.

"My love, I am going to find the end of death. If I continue to stay here, one day I will die with them!"

Siddhartha stood by the bed, took a deep look at his wife, and turned to leave.

Riding a white horse, Siddhartha didn't know how far he had traveled, but he was completely far away from the imperial city. On this day, he discovered an interesting thing.

He saw a lot of people in rags, frighteningly skinny, with scruffy hair, but they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their eyes filled with the light of wisdom.

"What are you guys doing?"

Siddhartha looked at them curiously, feeling a little touched in his heart. He had never seen such a person in the imperial city.

"We are realizing!"

The people sitting cross-legged on the ground, seeing Siddhartha's luxurious attire, said indifferently.

"Enlightenment? Enlightenment of what?"

Hearing this, Siddhartha froze for a moment, and asked again. He thought that he had found the end of death, or that he could feel death.

"We don't know, but somewhere, someone told us that we should do this!"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Then I will accompany you to comprehend!"

Siddhartha looked at the clothes on the other party, and then at his own clothes. Perhaps he felt that his attire was not suitable for the group, so he and these people used his own clothes to change into those rags.

With the passage of time, Siddhartha has been with these people for several years. His hair has gradually grown longer, his figure has become haggard, but his eyes have become brighter. The most important thing is that he has become a part of this group of people. leader.

On this day, a group of sheep herders came here, looking at them, pointing and laughing.

Siddhartha walked into the drinking water, gulped down the water, and washed off the dirt on his body, but at this moment, the sheep herder handed him a big cake.

Siddhartha froze for a moment, looking at the shiny pancake, hesitant, because they are not allowed to eat anything!

At this moment, Siddhartha looked at the enlightened people in the distance, and then at himself and the sheepherding people, as if there was some enlightenment in his eyes.

No more hesitation, just ate the pie.

"Siddhartha, you have betrayed us by eating their handouts!"

The group of people who were comprehending saw Siddhartha eating the food, they were immediately angry, as if they had been greatly insulted, they turned and left.