This requirement is still unimaginable to Yun Xian and his group, even though they had already learned about Buddhism in the Four Directions Secret Realm.
They could only defend, not attack. In other words, they could only take a beating, not fight back. But these were soldiers from two countries, blood-thirsty, not beasts to be fooled. How could this alone contain the war?
Jimo Shu said: "I don't understand."
Qi Zhiye said, "You are a demon, what do you know?"
"You understand?" Yun Xian retorted. "I don't know who's running away from home every day in the secret realm. If there's one person who can't stand the Buddhist way the most, you're probably the one."
Qi Zhiye: “…”
Before Jimo Shu could utter the words "Bald donkey is looking for death", she heard Yun Xian say it for her and then snorted unnaturally and stopped talking.
Feng Ye suddenly felt uncomfortable: "I get scolded every day, and I never see you speak up for me."
Qiao Lingshan was speechless: "It's obvious that she scolds you the most..." He didn't feel bad when he was scolded, nor did he feel bad when he was asked to sew socks or peel apples. He felt bad when he saw Yun Xian speaking up for others. It was really difficult to guess Feng Ye's psychological activities.
Young Mingren was still packing her things before returning to the Buddhist temple. She didn't take much with her: a change of clothes, some fasting pills, and her weapon, a lotus staff, leaning against the wall.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and without caring whether it was a man or a woman, she ran straight to Mingguang's room and pushed the door open.
Yun Xian immediately covered his eyes and was forced to see Master Mingguang's boudoir through his fingers.
Everyone was shocked again.
Master Mingguang's room was surprisingly packed with stuff, including six or seven brooms. He was truly nostalgic, never wanting to throw anything away. He even wore his robes until they were almost patinaed, but he still refused to replace them. But most importantly, even after he left, his Dongji staff was still leaning against the wall.
He had no weapons at all!
Without a weapon, it would be like cutting off one's own arm, making it difficult to even take action. Akihito looked over at the rows with a sullen face.
All the Buddhist disciples who came down the mountain kept their weapons in their rooms, without exception.
Mingren looked at the lotus stick in her hand with hesitation, and finally carried the weapon with her to prepare for emergencies.
I have to say that Akihito-senpai was completely different when she was young than she is now. She wasn't as slow and kind, and she ran even faster. The group of people following behind her felt like they were being tied to the back of a carriage and being dragged.
"Where is she going next?" asked Qiao Lingshan.
"My guess," Yun Xian said, "Nanshan Town."
The last thing the lotus seat transformed into was probably the dilapidated Buddhist temple in Nanshan Town. No one knew what happened there.
What happened between the girl named Fangfei, the embroiderer and the carpenter that caused Mingren's temperament to change so drastically?
“…”
But what everyone saw first was the tragic scene along the road.
Nanshan Town, nestled near the border between the two countries, bore the brunt of the fire. Several bungalows had been reduced to ashes, and the streets were filled with refugees in a hurry. But not everyone ran; many, armed with crude weapons, stood ready.
The town's climate is usually cool and warm, and its proximity to mountains and rivers means many elderly people are recuperating there. They have limited mobility, so could they possibly run away? And where could they go? Even if someone came to help, they could still die from a cold or heatstroke along the way. They simply couldn't afford the risk.
Ordinary people, using ordinary methods, cut wood and set up obstacles outside the town, and kept weapons ready at the bedside; cultivators, using their own methods, did not attack ordinary people.
"This principle applies in normal times," Ji Rongxue said. "In war, no one cares what your cultivation level is or whether you're an ordinary person. The only thing they care about is killing."
In a small town like Nanshan Town, the most powerful cultivator is only at the Jindan stage. He barely resisted a wave of invasion and is now recuperating in his room.
Mingren saw the injured and refugees along the way, as well as the bodies lying on the roadside. His face turned as cold as ice, and he hurriedly ran towards the Buddhist temple belonging to Nanshan Town.
On the way, she seemed to see a familiar door, with several exquisitely crafted Lu Ban stools placed crookedly at the door. That was Fangfei's home. The door was closed, and at least it looked like there was someone inside.
Akihito just glanced at it and continued forward.
"So the carpenter is really Fangfei's father." Yun Xian said, "I remember that he lost his hands, but his legs also looked a bit lame... He couldn't move around easily, so he couldn't escape."
Qiao Lingshan: "Then why does he call the old lady "Senior Sister"?
Ji Rongxue said, "After entering Buddhism, worldly ties have been severed. Even though Mingguang and Mingren are siblings, I still address them as Senior Brother."
When we got to the Buddhist temple, we saw even more people on the road. They were all injured civilians, some with punctured intestines and stabbed in the shoulders. They were supported by others and walked step by step towards the temple, crying out in pain, "Master, save me! Save me!"
The small Buddhist temple was surprisingly packed with people. Even the open space outside the main hall was filled with injured people. People were lying or sitting, and from time to time, suppressed cries could be heard. Buddhist disciples were rushing back and forth to provide rescue, but there were still not enough people. There were shouts everywhere:
"Here!! I'm almost out of air, almost out of air!!"
"This is almost useless! Where are the herbs? Have they arrived? Is there no healer in this town?!"
"Yes! But they've all run away, and we can't find them! Senior Brother has already gone to the Southern Territory to seek help, and the nearby medical practitioners are on their way. Wait a little longer... wait a little longer!"
Although the Buddhist disciples' skills are mild and can temporarily suppress injuries, they are not medical practitioners after all, and can only rely on a few disciples who understand pharmacology to barely hold on.
When Mingren arrived, all the disciples' eyes lit up and they said, "Senior Sister!! You're finally here!"
She nodded and looked around quickly, only to find that even in the Buddhist temple, the atmosphere was indescribably surging.
"Oh no." Yun Xian quickly realized something was wrong. "This Buddhist temple has people from both the Faxihongyuan and Faxihongyuan countries!"
Ji Rongxue's expression darkened.
It's over.
This actually makes sense, I think. This was originally a war zone between two countries, so naturally there were casualties on both sides. The Buddhist temple was solely responsible for treating the injured. Should they differentiate between those who were seeking Dharma joy and those who were seeking great aspirations? Would they not treat those from the other country? Once you're here, you can stay.
But people in the Buddhist community always think too highly of others.
Even Akihito felt that even if this happened, nothing would happen. He was already so wounded, why did he still want to fight in the temple? Was it more important to kill the enemy than to survive?
However, there are people in this world who want their enemies to die more than they want themselves to live.
Suddenly, screams filled the temple. A burly man suddenly drew his sword, stood up, and chopped at a thin man's head. The thin man scrambled to avoid the sword, grabbed a young child and threw him out of the temple. He ran out after him, trembling, "Help! Help! Someone's killing me!"
The child hit his head on the floor and burst into tears, causing chaos in the temple.
The burly man's abdominal wound was bleeding profusely, with only a thin layer of herbs covering it. He covered it with his hands, his face ferocious, and without saying a word, he stabbed him again!
The knife missed and instead scared a person next to him, causing him to tear his wound. He felt a sharp pain and rolled his eyes. He was about to die.
Mingren dodged and grabbed his knife with his hand, saying sternly, "What are you doing? Sit down!"
The thin man was so frightened that he peed his pants and shouted, "Master, kill him! Quickly! This man has killed so many people along the way. Look at the knife in his hand, it's all bloody! All of them are human lives!!"
The child was still crying loudly, so he pulled the child over and protected him in front of him, stammering, "Kill me, it's okay to kill me. Please let my daughter go! She's only a few years old, please give her a chance to live!"
"...your daughter?" The burly man sneered and forcibly pushed Mingren's hand away. It was unknown where such strength came from such a seriously injured man. "You, a human trafficker with a rotten face and a dead family, do you even deserve a daughter? Do you think anyone doesn't know how many children you stole from my Hongyuan in the past? Where did you take them? Damn it!!!"
This person is actually a Hongyuan citizen!
If he hadn't mentioned the name, everyone could still pretend not to know, gloss over the situation, and stay together reluctantly. But when he pointed it out, most of the people in Faxi immediately looked unfriendly.
"It's fine if you were the first to strike, but you also stole the child? How come your Hongyuan has grown some magical grass, and everyone covets the child you gave birth to?"
"That's him! He just killed my neighbor! He chopped off his head with one blow. I saw it clearly!"
"You damned Hongyuan guy, how dare you speak so brazenly here!"
The followers behind the burly man stood up, all with murderous looks on their faces, scars all over their bodies, and holding big knives.
The temple was silent. The child was frightened again and cried as he crawled into the thin man's arms: "Dad... Dad, I'm scared!"
The man said with a bitter look on his face, "It's okay, it's okay."
She really was his daughter.
The situation was already chaotic enough, and now someone else was adding to the chaos. Akihito shouted angrily, "Enough! Sit down! What are you arguing about? This is a Buddhist temple!"
She activated her spiritual energy and imprisoned the group of people with insignificant cultivation, making them unable to move. Immediately, resentment and anger appeared on their faces.
Someone in the corner angrily asked, "Why are they only imprisoned? Why are they only imprisoned for those with great aspirations?"
"If they didn't want to kill people, why did you lock them up? How dare you, a man with great ambitions, open your mouth? If we weren't here, I would have stabbed you to death long ago!"
"It was you, Faxi, who killed our people first!! We are just reclaiming our original land, but what are you clamoring about?!"
"You're just like rats, you're everywhere! It would be better for everyone if you died sooner!"
Seeing that they were about to attack again, Akihito could only mobilize his spiritual energy again and imprison everyone, leaving only the injured who were still being rescued.
Even she couldn't hold on for long. The spiritual energy was dispersed among everyone, and the total loss was huge.
We had to find a way to separate the two groups! We couldn't let them stay together anymore! But everyone was dressed in ordinary linen clothes, and unless someone told us, no one could tell where they were from. The injured on the ground couldn't be moved, and touching them would probably cause harm.
This still doesn’t work now. Even if the person is locked up, his mouth is still open.
"I just realized that you guys have been saving Faxi the whole time, and you've killed many of our people! Aren't you Buddhists neutral and righteous?! We came here because we believe in you. How is this any different from killing people?"
"Are you sick? There's a shortage of herbs, so whoever's more seriously ill should be saved. Isn't that normal? If you don't save someone whose intestines are leaking out, that's murder. What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Stay here or go out, it's all the same, death..."
Even if Akihito shut their mouths, he couldn't stop the growing anger.
It was unclear who was fanning the flames, or if someone truly thought so, but locking everyone up didn't make the situation any better; it made it worse. Being unable to move allowed everyone to more easily observe the faces of those around them, and this observation brought new and old grudges to the surface.
The man on the left is the one who killed my family!
The one in front burned down my house and trampled all the grass seedlings.
Why can he still stay here with me in peace? Why can he be saved?
It was unknown who started it first, just like who was the first to rush into the other side's territory. As soon as the first person tried to break free, there was a second one. Akihito's spiritual energy was not used to save people, but was used on the wounded. However, human power is limited. She was not careful and the restraints loosened a little, and someone's knife rushed over viciously and went straight into the chest of the person in front of her!
The man was already injured. He twitched twice, bleeding profusely, and died in an instant.
People's brutality can be aroused, especially at times like this. As long as they use a justification of justice, they can wantonly slaughter the enemy without any bottom line. At the sight of blood and dead bodies, some people in the crowd burst into laughter, saying, "Hahahaha! Damn it! You guys should have died eight hundred years ago!"
He didn't necessarily have a grudge against the deceased; perhaps they had never even met. But in his eyes, the Hongyuan people weren't really human anymore, so the more they died, the better. He applauded!
The man's companion caught the limp body in a daze and let out a very tragic cry.
Amidst the cries and screams, the two sides finally turned the formal confrontation into a melee. Mingren's whole body was filled with spiritual energy, and golden light flashed. She saved one, and then another came. She saved that, and then this one was in danger again. She couldn't tell who was who, and who was killing who, and could only try to separate them in vain.
But in this world, unless both sides stopped fighting, who could stop a fight of this magnitude? Not even the abbot could stop it!
The Buddhist disciples who were trying to rescue him were shocked by this sudden change and asked in panic, "Senior Sister, what should we do now?!"
"First, cast a golden bell on everyone and trap them! Next... next..." Mingren didn't know what to do next. She thought that if she could find those who had been leading the instigation, the situation would improve, but the abbot had said that they couldn't fight back. No fighting back, no attacking, how could she stop it?
The Buddhist disciples could only grit their teeth and persevere. They dispersed and gathered the furious crowd around them, using the Golden Bell Cover, but it couldn't alleviate the urgent situation. Blow after blow fell on the disciples, and the weaker ones were already gritting their teeth and spitting blood, while those around them continued to shout, "Let me out! I want to kill him! Let me out and get revenge!"
A nun cried out in pain, and Mingren, in the midst of the chaos, nervously asked, "Mingqing! What's wrong with you?!"
She turned her head and her pupils shrank sharply.
Ming Qing was so focused on dealing with the outside world that he didn't notice the person he was protecting stabbing him in the throat. The person looked frantic, suggesting an accidental injury. However, seeing Ming Qing simply clutching his wound with a pained expression, showing no sign of fighting back, he grew bolder. Facing the scornful gazes of the crowd, he said, "It's not me... it's her! It's her! She just abandoned Hongyuan's life and chose to walk by and watch him die! That's right, it's her!! I had a reason to hurt her!"
Ming Qing was dying, but he still tried to explain: "I didn't... I didn't do it on purpose... We are all the same..."
"You don't have it? You say you don't have it, so you don't have it?" The man said, "This place is a land of joy. The Buddhist sect usually collects a lot of incense money, right? They dare not do it openly, but secretly obstruct it!"
"Shut up!" Someone couldn't stand it any longer. "Didn't you see she didn't even fight back?! I would have beaten you to death long ago, you heartless bastard! She just applied medicine to you!!"
The man felt guilty and said, "Of course you would say that, you Faxi person!!!"
Seeing their fellow disciples seriously injured and being slandered in public without any distinction, the disciples' expressions froze and their hearts were in turmoil. The Golden Bell Cover flashed again and the melee intensified. Mingren looked at the increasingly chaotic scene and the blood on the ground and felt a splitting headache.
Why did it seem like no matter what she did, it was always wrong? It only made things worse? But what else could she do?
She just wanted to save people! They just wanted to save people! Why did they have to kill each other like this?
No matter what, she must try her best to stop this unnecessary fight. Mingren protected Mingqing behind him, took her place, and sent out a signal to ask for help quickly. At this moment, a black light suddenly came from a distance!
He is actually a high-level cultivator!
Mingren's face darkened, and he reached out to block the black light. The crowd, bewildered, continued to slaughter in confusion. The black light pressed closer and closer, slicing off nearly every head at a time. Blood splattered, creating a gruesome scene. Mingren shouted angrily, "If you want to kill, do it to me! Why are you killing these people?!"
But her words were drowned out by the shouts and cries of killing. The black light continued its search, this time targeting the frail man with the child. Mingren reacted instantly, pulling him to his side, and with a sudden movement of his weapon, swept it straight towards the black light. Suddenly, a bone-crackling sound echoed in mid-air!
The situation was urgent, and she could no longer remember what the abbot had said. But as the black fog slowly dissipated, the burly man who had initially attacked appeared before everyone's eyes.
His limited skills were almost useless under Mingren's attack. All the bones in his body were shattered, and he vomited blood and died instantly.
Akihito froze in place, looking down at his hands.
She was clearly aiming at that black light... Why? Did she accidentally get hurt? What on earth happened?
The thin man beside him kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you! Thank you, Master! Help us fight off the Aspiration Dog!"
Everyone's expression changed instantly.
Mingren seemed to have noticed something, "No, I didn't. I didn't know he was Hongyuan... No, I didn't kill him! It was the cultivator just now! Why are you looking at me like that? I'm telling the truth, Buddhist disciples came here to save people, not to-"
Someone interrupted her numbly: "Then why did you bring a weapon?"
He pointed at the lotus stick that was still stained with blood.
Akihito: "I was doing this for self-defense!"
"Then why didn't you bring anyone else?" the man asked, "If you come to save people, will we kill you?"
Akihito: "You just clearly..."
Facing the eyes of half of the ambitious people that seemed to be filled with blood hatred, she felt that she had no way to defend herself and could not say anything.
Why would she save such a person?
No, the abbot said, you can’t have a discriminatory mind, you can’t…
The man said hatefully, "You are all in the same gang! Go to hell!"
Not far away, Mingguang saw the distress signal and rushed over, his body covered in blood, and slowly stopped.
"...Akihito." He asked in astonishment, "What did you do?"
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