For Beihuang City, this was truly a world-shaking battle that was worthy of being recorded in history. Years later, the city walls had decayed in the wind, dynasties had changed, and this battle turned into a small legend, passed down in the world in the name of myth.
At that time, Beihuang City was no longer called Beihuang City, but it did not prevent the descendants from learning from their parents the legends that happened on this land long, long ago.
Legend has it that in the last years of the Daliang Dynasty, smoke of war rose everywhere and the people were living in misery. Then gods and Buddhas came to the world with guardian angels to subdue demons and monsters and support the country. From then on, the sea was peaceful and the rivers were clear.
But this is another story that takes place in the far, far future.
That was a future that no one present could see.
At this time, the young Han Yong was lying exhausted in the mud, covered in blood, gasping for breath, with a strong sense of unreality.
Victory?
Did they win?
Did they defend Beihuang City?
He managed to stand up with difficulty, staring blankly at the two figures in front of him.
There were three straight figures standing in the midst of corpses. They were not strong, nor mature, with young faces showing the innocence of youth. Their bodies were covered with wounds of all sizes, and their clothes were completely bloodstained. They did not look like fairies, but more like homeless beggars on the street.
However, it is these three figures that are forever imprinted in the hearts of all the people in the Northern Wilderness, becoming legends passed down from generation to generation and becoming eternal heroes in folk tales.
Han Yong thought he would always remember what happened just now:
Behind the young man, golden mist diffused, rolled, condensed, and gradually transformed into a huge golden shadow. The shadow gradually solidified, revealing a solemn image of a Vajra Arhat. The Arhat held a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, his eyes were wide open, he looked ferocious and angry.
He turned his back to the city gate and slowly raised the demon-subduing pestle in his hand. The Arhat behind him immediately revealed his true form with three heads and six arms. The six hands holding swords, spears, demon-subduing pestles and other weapons attacked Master Ziyun in the air.
The final fatal blow.
Then, the invincible enemy fell from the clouds to dust, the arrogance and pride were wiped out, and justice finally triumphed.
Gods and Buddhas descended to earth, and evil spirits retreated.
What does it mean to "turn the tide and save the collapsing building"?
This is it!
This is what a man should do!
It was they who held up Beihuang City in the midst of storms!
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha,” Han Yong couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “It’s really exciting. This life is worth it!”
…
Le Jing tried hard to straighten his back, endured the surging blood and energy, lowered his eyes to look at the purple-robed Taoist lying on the ground, unknown whether he was dead or alive, and let out a long sigh.
I'm so tired.
It’s more tiring than running a marathon.
Just now, he overdrew his own talent, at the cost of making it very difficult to improve his realm in the future, and forcibly activated the Bodhi Buddha Fruit, exerting all the power of the Bodhi Buddha Fruit and killing the purple-robed man.
The purple-robed Taoist no longer had the same spirit as before. He lay in the muddy ground, his face covered in dirt. He could only breathe out instead of in. After a few breaths, the purple-robed Taoist became smaller and smaller, revealing his true form - a fat purple-haired rat! This rat was about half a person's height, and it was so fat that it could be called a giant rat.
Kunhuo was holding a little man in his mouth, and he came over on the clouds from not far away with a proud and heroic look.
Le Jing took a quick glance and said, "His Nascent Soul?"
"I have bitten his Nascent Soul to death. He is completely finished." Thinking of the shocked look of the little mouse before it died, Kun Huo wanted to laugh.
He should have been vaguely aware of his identity.
But he probably never expected that in the end he would be the one to kill him with his own hands.
Who would have thought...
Who would have thought that a ghost that was supposed to be sleeping underground could be resurrected?
He collected his thoughts, shook his head heartlessly as if to seek credit, and asked vaguely: "Le Jing, can I eat his Nascent Soul?"
Dust and smoke rolled, and the silent cavalry was vaguely visible in the smoke. Le Jing looked into the scarlet eyes of the leading barbarian leader, which were filled with hatred and fear, lowered his eyes and smiled, casually clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, and then responded with compassion: "Buddha, please have mercy on me, and send it to heaven as soon as possible."
Kun Huo opened his mouth wide, and with a puff, he tore and bit the Yuanying and swallowed it down.
Thus, the small stone of Master Ziyun was completely crushed by the tide of history, and in the end, the only ones who were immortal were the people of Beihuang City.
Looking around, I could not see the sun or the moon, only the northern wilderness.
The tragic and bloody battlefield was gradually filled with cheers. Some people even sang the ancient war song, "Who says I have no clothes? I share my robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears. I share the same hatred with you!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. I will work with you!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons. I will go with you..."
The people cheered and danced, as excited as if they had already won the war.
Even Han Yong couldn't suppress his excitement at this moment and hugged his comrades tightly.
Victory! They won!
Wu Tie stared at the two men, one woman and one dog in front of him with fear, and his heart was filled with earth-shaking waves of shock.
He didn't expect that the Northern Wilderness was just a place with so many hidden talents, and it even attracted the peerless geniuses of Buddhism and Taoism to protect it. He was able to use his cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage to forcibly kill the True Man Ziyun in the Nascent Soul Stage!
Although Wu Tie was not a monk, he still had some knowledge. That was why he felt so upset, bitter, envious and jealous.
The realm of cultivation is divided into Qi drawing, foundation building, heart movement, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, out-of-body experience, Mahayana, and overcoming tribulation and ascension.
A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage is just getting started, and there is a world of difference between them and a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage.
Three foundation-building-stage warriors joined forces to kill a Yuanying-stage warrior. This was no longer a feat that could be described by sheer luck! If there was a ranking of cross-level killings in the cultivation world, this might be ranked in the top three!
Wu Tie could almost foresee how big a stir this incident would cause in the world of cultivation if it became known.
These three young men can ignore the realm of cultivation and the three-level gap between Heartbeat, Golden Core and Nascent Soul. What they rely on is naturally the magical powers of magic weapons.
One of these two young men is a son of Buddha, and the other is a seed of Taoism. Naturally, they have powerful magic weapons passed down by their masters to protect themselves. What's more terrifying is that they are also favored by heaven, with good luck and fortune, which enables them to turn misfortune into good fortune. It was because of this that True Man Ziyun capsized.
The long sword in the blue-robed Taoist's hand was glowing with divine light, and the sword intent was clear and sharp. It was even able to break the demonic barrier on Master Ziyun's body and leave him with wounds of varying sizes. This was enough to prove that it was not an ordinary item, but at least a high-level magic weapon, or even a fairy weapon!
As for the girl in white, she is also gifted and has powerful magic weapons to protect her. It is obvious that she also comes from an extraordinary family and is protected by a powerful sect.
And the yellow-robed monk...
Wu Tie thought that he would never forget the huge Buddha statue that emerged from behind the young monk in his entire life.
——It is as if the gods and Buddhas cast a glance down at the mortal world from the sky, and happily discovered their moved relatives in the wilderness of billions of years, so they resolutely fell into the filthy mortal world and gave absolute protection to the people they liked.
This was enough to make people tremble with fear. It was the favor of gods and Buddhas, which countless people sought but could not obtain. Wu Tie would be moved to tears of gratitude if he could get even a little bit of it. However, the young man's expression was nonchalant, as if the protection from gods and Buddhas was just something he was accustomed to and not worth mentioning.
The sword of the blue-robed Taoist priest only injured Ziyun Zhenren, and it was the young man who dealt the fatal blow to Ziyun Zhenren. The huge Buddha statue behind him only slapped Ziyun Zhenren with a light palm, causing him to fall from the clouds, unable to recover and resist, as if he had slapped a fly to death.
...How jealous.
It also makes people fearful.
And that beast...
Wu Tie took a careful look and was met with a pair of cold animal eyes. He felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.
What is the origin of this dog?
Why is even True Man Ziyun so afraid of him?
He saw clearly just now that it was this beast that actually killed Master Ziyun.
It personally bit into pieces the escaping Nascent Soul of Master Ziyun, completely destroying Master Ziyun's hope of taking over another body and being reborn!
What kind of monster have they provoked this time?
Wu Tie frowned, and a deep bitterness filled his mouth.
He could easily see that the three men were now exhausted and might not be able to fight. He still had several thousand soldiers and horses, plus some magic weapons to assist him, so even if Master Ziyun died, he could still capture the city.
But behind these three young men stood countless old monsters. The status of Buddha's son and Dao's seed in Buddhism and Taoism is needless to say.
And the difficult thing about second-generation rich kids like them is that beating up the younger ones will attract the older ones. Once a feud is established, there will only be an endless stream of old monsters coming to seek revenge in the future.
Wu Tie was born in a small family. In the past, he would avoid cultivators with prominent family backgrounds as much as possible and never make enemies with them.
After all, he has no old monster to back him up, nor does he have any life-saving trump card.
Yes, logically, he should have withdrawn his troops.
Wu Tie gnashed his teeth. These monsters… why did these monsters want to interfere in the war on earth? Ziyun Zhenren was their trump card. Now that Ziyun Zhenren was dead, these puppet soldiers under his command would certainly not be their opponent. They should retreat now to minimize the losses and plan for the future.
To the future...
This is the wise thing to do.
But at the moment of defeat, Wu Tie had no chance of survival.
As a defeated general, he not only lost so many soldiers in this siege, but also caused the death of True Man Ziyun. He had no powerful family to protect him, so he would be executed by the Khan if he returned.
Wu Tie gritted his teeth and thought, since he was going to die anyway, he might as well give it a try.
Although these two people killed the real person, it was only a miserable victory. They both suffered serious injuries. Even if they were monsters, they would definitely be tired, right?
He may not be without a chance.
Maybe he can survive from death.
Le Jing raised his eyelids, glared at the barbarian leader on the horse, and said coldly: "Why don't you get out of here?"
Wu Tie rode out of the line and said in stiff Chinese: "Cultivators should not interfere in worldly affairs."
The yellow-robed monk smiled softly, his eyes were cold, and behind him there was a golden light, perhaps the Buddha's light: "Slaying demons and eliminating evil is the duty of our generation of ascetics."
"Where are the monsters and demons?" He grinned, "We are just ordinary mortals. You are slaughtering mortals and violating the laws of heaven. Be careful of the thunderbolt that will strike you and turn you into ashes."
"You know a lot. You are colluding with the demons. How can you still be considered an ordinary mortal?" Su Jian gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword drew deep marks on the ground: "The way of heaven is balance. The demons have intervened in the war in the mortal world. How can we cultivators stand idly by? We must naturally join the war to show fairness."
The barbarian leader sneered, "Haha, what a balance! Then you know that the way of heaven is not to be selfish! You said that we colluded with the monsters, but didn't you just drive the monsters to hurt people's lives? Moreover, as cultivators, you intervened in the war in the mortal world, disrupted the destiny of the human race, and slaughtered innocent mortals. What is the difference between this and the evil spirits?"
Han Yong, who was watching from the side, almost laughed out loud at the other party's response of putting the blame on himself!
Should we say that he is indeed a barbarian who does not understand human nature? Such a shameless and ruthless character is no wonder that scholars say that he is unteachable!
Before he could even utter a curse, he heard a buzz of angry curses coming from below the city.
"Bah! Who are you calling the evil demon? You were the ones who attacked us first. It was the three immortals who saved us!"
"No matter how much you say, it's useless. The three immortals are our benefactors. You beasts, who are worse than animals, will go to the eighteenth level of hell and die a miserable death!"
"That's right, we saw it all! You are the evil ones who are colluding with the rat demon!"
"Your rat dad is dead, why don't you get out of here? If you're still whining here, I'll see how you can still act so arrogantly after you lose your head!"
Han Yong leaned forward and saw that the fear on the faces of the cautious people who had just been hiding behind the city gates and looking around was swept away, and their eyes showed a sense of satisfaction. The powerful means of the three immortals gave them the confidence to shout and curse with full energy, and now they were shouting and cursing loudly at the same time, which was very enjoyable.
Le Jing took in every word of the support behind him and said with a smile, "It seems that the people have a scale in their hearts to judge who is good and who is evil."
Wu Tie glared at those little bugs who were talking nonsense with contempt. They really didn't know how to live or die. If it wasn't the wrong timing, he would have chopped them into pieces and fed them to the dogs!
He suppressed the anger in his heart, glanced at them fiercely with a gloomy face, rolled his eyes, and smiled as if nothing had happened:
"Everyone has misunderstood. I came here on the orders of the king. Our Khan is merciful. Hearing that the people were ravaged by the monsters and were living in misery, he was deeply saddened and sent me to lead the army to protect the people of the Northern Wilderness. I came here not to kill, but to promote friendship between the two tribes! Please give me some convenience and don't embarrass me. It would be bad if it hurts the harmony."
The people in the city were stunned by this man's shameless ability to confuse right and wrong.
Le Jing raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that this man was so thick-skinned and ruthless, able to bend and stretch, and was a qualified politician. He might be able to rise to a high position in the future given time.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Su Jian held the sword horizontally across his chest, "If you want to fight, then fight!"
Wu Tie was a little hesitant.
He originally thought that the three of them were at the end of their attack, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Although they had many wounds, their breath was steady, their legs were stable, their attitudes were tough, and it seemed that they still had some strength left...
He stared at Le Jing's every move nervously, his brain calculating rapidly. The horse under him snorted and the horse's hooves made light sounds. The thousands of remaining soldiers behind him were as quiet as ghosts, staring silently in the silence.
They were not really human beings.
As long as one is a human being, he will be afraid of death, and there is no room for cowards on the battlefield.
So before leaving, the Immortal Master turned them all into puppets. Puppets that are not afraid of pain, fearless of death, obey orders, and are ruthless are the best, most iron-blooded, and most loyal super soldiers.
With such soldiers around, he may not lose.
The puppet soldiers behind him gave Wu Tie some confidence. His confused brain regained a bit of clarity, and he finally realized something was wrong - these two teenagers talked too much.
"I was almost fooled by you. You are stalling for time! You forcibly killed Master Ziyun by overstepping your level. I am afraid you are seriously injured now. You are just talking big now!"
Le Jing smiled calmly, not arguing with anger, "Then you can come and try to see if I am only good at talking."
Su Jian also sneered and said, "Why waste so much time talking to them? Since he is looking for death, we should just help him."
"There's no need for the three immortals to deal with these bastards," Han Yong clenched the machete in his hand, stepped out of the crowd, and laughed loudly, "We are not here to eat for nothing!"
As soon as these words came out, many people responded. These men had already been inspired by the battle just now, and now they were ready to fight and show the barbarian a lesson.
Wu Tie glanced at them with contempt, not taking these little bugs seriously at all. Only the monks here were worthy of his fear!
Although he had just spoken with certainty, he was still somewhat hesitant in his heart. Facing the two men's tough counterattacks, he hesitated for a few seconds and finally decided to take a gamble.
He made a hand gesture and shouted, "Attack!"
Then, with flags rolling, horses' hooves chattering, and clouds and mist rolling, a silent team came roaring.
Le Jing sat down and recuperated. "Kun Huo, I'm counting on you." He smiled weakly, and acted like a weak wind supporting a willow. "The lives of the three of us are in your hands. You must protect us."
Kun Huo raised his head proudly and flicked his tail, "Just watch me bite them all to death!"
Su Jian smiled and said, "Kun Huo, you are really reliable."
………
Wu Tie, who was full of confidence, was soon slapped in the face. Those stupid mortals were naturally no match for his puppet soldiers, but he had calculated everything, but he had missed the dog!
Of course he knew that the dog was very powerful, but he still subconsciously felt that a beast could not cause any trouble. Moreover, after the battle just now, the monster probably didn't have much power left, so there was no need to worry.
Unexpectedly, it was this kind of dog that transformed into a giant dog and easily blocked the attack of dozens of puppet soldiers and tore them to pieces.
Seeing the dog moving among the puppet soldiers as if it were in an empty space and slowly approaching him, Wu Tie's eyes were about to burst out. He dared not to fight anymore and immediately rode his horse back to escape.
These are monsters! Monsters!
He must survive!
As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. When he returns, he will spend all his wealth to make arrangements, and maybe he can save...his...life...
The warhorse under him suddenly staggered, fell to the ground with a wail, and Wutie fell heavily with it. The next second, his eyes went dark and he knew nothing.
A head fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Han Yong held the bloody blade in his hand, and his eyes went dark as he fell to the ground, laughing loudly: "What a pleasure!"
'If he lives, others cannot live. His fate can be seen. '②
Le Jing smiled sarcastically.
His spiritual veins are now dried up and he cannot cast any spells. If it weren't for Kunhuo, it would be very difficult for them to escape unscathed this time.
After a moment's silence:
"Ahhhh victory!!!"
“We won!!!”
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, it turns out that good cannot prevail over evil!"
"Dad! Mom! We won! We won!"
Inside and outside the gates of Beihuang City, people were rejoicing and dancing. The noisy and joyful sounds reached the sky. Everyone was shouting and screaming wildly, venting their emotions with their voices.
Han Yong climbed up from the ground clumsily, staggered a bit, and quickly stood firm. This man who didn't even frown even though his body was pierced with blood, bent his knees and kowtowed three times to the three upright living Bodhisattvas. His voice was hoarse: "I am Han Yong. May I ask the names of the three immortals? I will build a longevity temple and offer sacrifices to you day and night!"
Such a faint sound should not be noticed amid the deafening cheers, but what if it is not just one voice, but dozens, hundreds, or even thousands or tens of thousands of voices?
Han Yong's kneeling seemed to trigger a domino effect. One after another, people knelt down and kowtowed to the three people from a distance.
These people who were unwilling to be slaves, these warriors who bravely resisted fate, bowed their heads, bent their knees, and paid the highest respect to the three bloody men standing back to back in the center of the battlefield.
Then from all directions came their roars:
"I will never forget the great kindness of the Immortal!"
"In the next life, I wish to serve the immortal as a slave and repay his kindness with a grass knot and a ring!"
"My life is long! From now on, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"I will offer three sticks of incense to the immortal's tablet day and night!"
The cheers became weaker and weaker, and only the vast gratitude was floating between heaven and earth.
These faint expressions of gratitude from mortals gathered together and condensed into a tremendous public opinion.
Le Jing silently swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, raised his eyes, and saw figures crawling on the top and bottom of the city wall.
These people who bravely opposed the invaders and vowed to stand tall and unyielding even until death expressed their simple gratitude by kowtowing.
Lu Qingling looked at this scene almost in panic. Slowly, crystal light filled her eyes and the smile on her lips grew bigger and bigger.
She still hasn't gotten the answer as to why she has to defend the city.
But she couldn't deny that it felt good to be thanked and admired by mortals.
Le Jing clasped his hands together and chuckled. Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He saw a ball of bright and clear golden light approaching them from afar. Behind this ball of bright golden light, there were several slightly dimmer balls of light.
It is Buddha's light.
This Buddha light is very familiar.
Le Jing has been influenced by it frequently in the past ten years.
Unexpectedly, they would meet again on the battlefield.
Thinking of the conversation before going down the mountain, Le Jing's eyes turned cold. If possible, he really didn't want to fight with that person...
This was the scene that the monks of the Pure Land Sect and the Taoists of the Linqing School saw when they rushed over.
The Buddha's disciples and the Taoist disciples stood facing each other, both looking miserable, covered in wounds and blood. Under their feet were piles of corpses and a river of blood.
The people prostrated themselves beside them, just like believers worshipping gods and Buddhas. A few rays of sunlight broke through the dark clouds and shone obliquely on their sides, adding a bit of religious sacredness to the scene.
Amid the overwhelming expressions of gratitude, a sigh suddenly rang out.
"well."
The sound was not loud, but it passed through the sea of people and rang clearly in the ears of Le Jing and the others, with a shock no less than that of a thunderclap out of the blue.
Su Jian subconsciously looked around for the person who spoke. A few seconds later, a group of Taoists and monks walked out of the city gate.
Leading the group were an old monk in a red cassock and a Taoist priest in blue clothes with a white beard.
The old monk has a kind face and the old Taoist has an intimidating presence without getting angry, and they both don't look like good people.
Lu Qingling sighed in her heart.
As early as when they faced True Man Ziyun, Lu Qingling had already used a secret method to ask for help from the sect. A cultivator can travel thousands of miles in an instant, so it is not surprising that they could get here so quickly.
only……
Lu Qingling didn't expect that they actually won. In this case, not only was it meaningless for them to come here, but it would also bring them trouble...
She looked at Le Jing with concern, the Taoist sect was easy to deal with, but the key was the Buddhist sect... Le Jing, as a Buddhist, not only did he not show compassion and save countless lives, but he also went on a killing spree. Even though she knew that Le Jing killed people in order to save them, but... he still killed people after all.
The old monk walked towards them, and the crawling crowd couldn't help but make way for him.
Le Jing closed his eyes. After a brief silence, he avoided the old monk's sad gaze, lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and said with a sigh and a smile: "Master, long time no see."
He recalled the old man's parting words again: "If there really comes a day like that... I will kill you myself, and fulfill our relationship as master and disciple."
The old monk, Hui Tong, looked at his most outstanding disciple with a complicated expression, and asked with a ten-thousandth of hope, "Did you kill all these people?"
"No!" Su Jian answered first: "It's me, I..."
"I killed them." Le Jing pressed Su Jian's arm, signaling him to be quiet. He looked back at the disappointment in the old monk's eyes and replied calmly, "They deserve to die."
Hui Tong seemed to have aged several dozen years in an instant. He sighed and said, "You have finally come to this point."
The young man smiled calmly, with an indescribable sense of brightness and brightness, "Master, are you here to kill me?"
Hui Tong nodded: "I am your master." So I can't watch you make one mistake after another and fall into the evil path of Shura.
He looked at the Buddha's son and could not help but persuade him with a sincere heart, "As a Buddha's son, you were born from the creation of heaven and earth. Your fate is invaluable. If you practice with peace of mind, you can attain Bodhi in the next life. The human world is nothing but a mirage to you. Once you see through it, you will know that everything is empty. Are you still going to continue to be obsessed?"
Le Jing smiled and said, "I understand Master's good intentions... I just can't bear it."
Yes, I can’t bear it.
Not only a fool can't stand it, he can't stand it either.
In troubled times, human life is worthless, and can be blown down by a gust of wind. Human nature is struggling to survive under the pressure of the times, which is enough to shame thousands of years of civilization.
He just wanted to live in a free world.
Hui Tong shook his head. "Life and death are determined by fate. The prosperity and succession of the dynasty are predetermined. Your momentary indignation can't change anything at all." The old monk turned his back to Beihuang City and said calmly, "Human power is limited. Even if you can protect this city, can you protect the whole world?"
Le Jing smiled, his eyes slowly swept across the faces with different expressions on the city wall, his eyes were clear, like a newborn baby.
How could he not understand what Hui Tong meant?
Since ancient times, China has had the belief that reincarnation lasts every 300 years.
There are only a handful of dynasties that lasted more than three hundred years.
China also has a history of being invaded by barbarians.
But China is too great, and its civilization is too great. Such a civilization with a long history, beautiful writing, and brilliant ideas cannot be competed with by the backward and shallow grassland civilization. So in the end, those grassland tribes will be assimilated by China without exception.
When barbarians come to China, they become Chinese.
These people on horseback put down their swords and bows, dismounted from their horses, began to speak Chinese and drink tea.
Therefore, this barbarian invasion is just an insignificant ripple in the vast history of China, and will only be a few strokes in Chinese history books after several years. But China will always be the China of the Chinese nation.
but……
But...
"Master, look at them." Le Jing pointed at the eager people on and off the city wall, "They don't know magic, they don't practice immortality. In troubled times, they are just candles that can be blown out by a breeze."
Hui Tong calmly replied: "When a person dies, it is like a light going out. This is true not only for mortals, but also for monks like us."
"But although the candle is small, it can illuminate others. If millions of candles burn together, they will surely illuminate the eternal night and thousands of years of civilization!" The young man stared intently at the dense crowd of people not far away, with an unextinguished fire in his eyes: "I know that I am undoubtedly a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and I am overestimating my own abilities. But..." The young man answered firmly word by word: "Some things always need someone to do them. Although my power is small, if I can ignite a fire and inspire thousands of people to rise up and resist, then my actions at this time will be meaningful."
"Someone once said that a single spark can start a prairie fire."
"I want to try it."
"I want to know if the power of ants can defend the sky."
The fire burning in the boy's eyes almost burned Hui Tong. At this moment, he suddenly understood Le Jing's persistence and intentions.
What he did was not out of shallow sympathy, but out of anger, anger at fate and at the laws of nature.
He wanted to challenge the destiny, to rebel against the fate of mortals and even monks, even if it meant falling into the Shura Path and never being able to recover.
"…Even if you will be doomed to eternal damnation, and your life and death will be gone?"
"Even if I will be doomed to eternal damnation, life and death will disappear."
While thinking about this moment, Hui Tong almost trembled, and he couldn't help looking at Le Jing with regret.
This is their Buddha's son.
"You are too arrogant." Hui Tong said, "You are you, not someone else. What qualifications do you have to make decisions for others? Do you think your ideas are right? Do you know that because of your willfulness and arrogance, you may cause the loss of lives, the separation of countless families, and the extinction of countless people, leading to greater disasters and sins?"
Le Jing nodded: "I know." How can going against the will of heaven be smooth sailing? The road to freedom is paved with corpses, and peace can only be achieved through war.
Hui Tong nodded, his eyes showing even more disappointment, "You know, but you still chose to do this."
"Because..." The young man pointed at the injured people on and off the city wall, smiled, and there was a clear fire burning in his eyes, "Master, look, the world split by the axe is full of people who don't want to be slaves.③"
This nation has never lacked fools who would rather die standing than live sitting down. It is these fools who have formed the character of this nation for five thousand years.
The author has something to say:
① "The Book of Songs: Qin Feng Wu Yi", this is the war song of Qin State to resist the invasion of Western Rong
② Zang Kejia, "Some People"
③This is an excerpt from a Zhihu user’s answer. It has been noted in the previous article and will not be repeated here.
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