Chapter 14 Faith (Revised) For those in desperate situations, give them the chance to survive...
The Suzaku Cult used children's blood to irrigate the blood thorns, and used it as a medicine to make the so-called "wish fulfillment potion" to give to the poor.
The poor people will never know until they die that the one who truly made them "fulfill their vows" and made Bu Xingde "get what he wanted" was their own children.
What a vicious heart...
If we wanted to eradicate this evil cult in the past, it was out of concern for the country and the people.
So from the moment she knew that they were collaborating with the enemy, Wen Ying had a blood feud with them.
I wish I could slaughter them all immediately.
Wen Ying took a few deep breaths before she managed to calm herself down.
A single alchemist does not have such great ability. If you kill one Bu Xingde, tens of millions of Bu Xingdes will appear.
To completely prevent such things from happening, we need to follow Yan Jing's plan.
To give him the most tragic defeat on the grandest stage.
One punch is enough to prevent a hundred punches from coming.
Wait, just wait.
Waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a game of chess.
It doesn’t matter. She has been waiting for three years and the last thing she lacks is patience.
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“Hongsuo, Master Hongsuo! Give me one bottle, just one…Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Hong Liu begged desperately and reached out to grab the corner of Hongsuo's clothes, but the next moment someone stepped on the back of his hand.
Hongsuo rubbed his heels hard with an expressionless face, causing the golden bells on his ankles to ring. For a moment, sharp screams were overwhelming, and then he lifted his feet.
Looking down, Hong Liu's hand had been crushed to the point where the flesh and bones were separated and it was all red and purple.
"You don't know the rules." Hongsuo glanced at the wrinkled man with disgust, "You want to 'fulfill your vow' without sincerity?"
Hong Liu bit his lower lip so hard that it drew blood, but he was unconscious and unaware.
Damn that bitch, if she hadn’t sent the child away and died under the feet of the swarming crowd, how could he have ended up in such a situation?
As long as he wishes for one more piece of gold, he will definitely be able to make his money back.
Crazy bitch...it's all her fault!
Hong Liu cursed several times in his heart, but the creditor had already chased to his door. If he couldn't hand over something, he would go to the underworld to accompany that woman.
Thinking of this, he could only put on a flattering smile, which blended with the sweat on his forehead, like a dying mouse:
"Master Hongsuo, I am an old believer, how could I not know the rules? I want to use the [old rules]. The leader said that the old rules still apply to old believers like us."
Hongsuo looked at him coldly, not wanting to say another word, and said, "Come in."
He entered the temple without waiting for Hong Liu.
Hong Liu had no right to care about her attitude, so he quickly followed her with a wry smile.
Why is a slutty woman wearing red gauze in late autumn so arrogant? When he wins back his money, he will have a taste of this damn Southern Guardian one day.
Sun Si, who was watching this scene, shuddered.
His children and wife had both left him, and the situation wasn't urgent enough to require the use of the [Old Rules], so he shrank back and wanted to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, Sun Si glanced and saw a hint of gold. He was instantly alerted and quickly grabbed the man's hand: "Where did you come from?!"
Wang Wu, whose hand was grabbed, was startled and nearly broke the glass bottle in his hand. He looked around hurriedly and found that no one noticed him, so he cursed in a low voice: "What are you yelling?!"
Sun Si was not mistaken. Wang Wu really had a bottle of vow-fulfilling potion in his hand, but he clearly did not hand over anything today!
"Are you crazy? How did you steal it?" Sun Si lowered his voice a bit and showed urgency.
The vow-fulfilling potions are guarded by the four great guardians. Ordinary people will have their legs broken if they try to steal them, let alone steal them.
If Wang Wu was able to steal it, does that mean... ?
Wang Wu realized that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he reluctantly warned, "I'm telling you, you can't tell anyone else."
"How can I possibly tell this to others! I must keep quiet and make my fortune on my own!" Sun Si vowed, patting his chest.
Wang Wu glanced at Sun Si suspiciously, but there was no other way, so he had to say to him: "Come with me."
As he spoke, he wrapped the vow filling in his tattered clothes, fearing that someone else would catch him and question him.
Wang Wu and Sun Si took a small path. Because few people walked on it, the lush branches along the way kept blocking their way.
There were many scrapes on their legs, but because of the biting cold wind, they were all unaware of it.
Sun Siben was a little wary of Wang Wu and had been trying to remember the way he came. However, when he reached the end, the scenery he saw made his mind go blank and he could no longer remember any way.
Layer upon layer of green leaves are filled with pure light, like nectar hanging from heaven.
Moonlight flows out from the white jade gauze, and with a wave of the arm, it is like snow from the fairyland rising in the wind.
One of them was holding a golden mask to cover his face, and he was dancing and glancing sideways. There seemed to be stars scattered in his dark eyes. He turned around and raised his leg, creating a wisp of light smoke from the elegant mist.
Every move he makes is holy and inviolable, this is what a banished immortal does.
The girl stood on a tree branch not far away, leaning lazily on the trunk, took a sip of sake from the pot, her eyes cast on the person on the stage.
When it comes to the six arts of a gentleman, namely rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics, no one in the world can match him.
How can the crude sacrificial arts learned by the alchemists from unorthodox ways compare with the ritual, music and dance that the orthodox families have been exposed to since childhood?
Suddenly, a flame rose into the sky, dispelling the frost of late autumn and the coldness of the moon.
Pulling the stunned Sun Si back to reality, he looked up at the person on the stage, his blocked brain unable to remember what he wanted to say.
Wang Wu knelt down familiarly and shouted, "Great God Chuyang, please help me get through this difficult time!"
The banished immortal on the stage slightly tilted his eyes, raised his hand and pointed slightly at Wang Wu, the moonlight shining on his fair skin like the operation of Taoism.
In an instant, the sound of drums came from nowhere, heavy and soul-stirring.
“Boom.”
“Boom.”
Every sound struck Sun Si's heart. He looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound, so he turned his gaze back to the stage.
“Boom!”
When the third drum sounded, snow-white feathers exploded on the stage in the blink of an eye, and the banished immortal standing tall like a white crane disappeared in the flying feathers.
Sun Si was extremely shocked. He looked around but couldn't find it. When he was about to ask Wang Wu who was kneeling on the ground, he saw a glass bottle appear in front of Wang Wu's lowered head.
The golden liquid shone brightly in the firelight.
"How is this possible?" Sun Si couldn't believe it and pushed Wang Wu's shoulder. "Who is he?"
Wang Wu lay on the ground for a long time before he slowly stood up, put the glass bottle in front of him into his arms, and glanced at Sun Si with disdain: "What a fuss."
Sun Si was so angry at Wang Wu's attitude that his face turned red. He grabbed Wang Wu by the collar and shouted, "You believe in other gods, aren't you afraid that I will tell the Suzaku God?"
Wang Wu was not angry when he was pulled by the collar. He just laughed nonchalantly: "What Suzaku God? He is nothing but a charlatan."
"You!" Sun Si never thought that such a rebellious word would come out of Wang Wu's mouth. He and Wang Wu were from the same hometown and joined the Suzaku Divine Sect together. Although he was not as experienced as Hong Liu, it had been several years.
Now he actually said that Suzaku God was a charlatan?
Shocked, Wang Wu grabbed the wrist that was pulling his collar, and his face became more serious:
"Sun Si, we've been deceived. We've been badly fooled!"
"You want to judge a cult just because that person can perform magic tricks? We don't even know if the vow-fulfilling potion he gave is..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Wu shook his head, interrupted Sun Si's words, and said seriously: "It's more than that."
He slowly raised his right hand and naturally stretched it in front of Sun Si's eyes.
Then, he snapped his fingers while Sun Si was staring at him.
Flames suddenly appeared at the tips of Wang Wu's crossed fingers, and the flickering orange light illuminated Sun Si's cloudy and numb eyes.
"Sun Si, Bu Xingde is not a god. His tricks are all fake. He said he could be reborn from the ashes. Have you ever seen it with your own eyes?"
Wang Wu's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled with excitement: "But God Chuyang is different. He taught me the art of controlling fire!"
The bonfire on the stage that had never been extinguished jumped out with flying sparks, escaping from the burning despair.
The girl watched the argument in the audience for a while, then turned her head to look at the "God Chuyang" who took off his golden mask beside her, and smiled with curved eyes:
"Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble by replacing your original beliefs with more fanatical ones?"
"Faith is never the source of suffering. It is when someone uses the faith of others for personal gain that the root of evil comes into being."
The moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the handsome face. Yan Jing looked at the girl and smiled softly, "To give hope to those in desperate situations is faith."
"Hmm." Wen Ying didn't comment and responded nonchalantly, "I'll see how the Prime Minister will handle it."
The girl covered the lower half of her face, causing people's attention to be focused on her eyes.
A beam of light passed through her eyes, making her originally pale color appear even more alluring.
Ever since Liu Qing cheated him last time, he couldn't help but start looking at other people's eye colors.
Amber eyes weren't uncommon, but there were two of them around him.
Is it a coincidence?
The only thing that cannot be faked through disguise is the color of the eyes and the underlying emotions.
So to see into a person's heart, you must look into her eyes.
Wen Ying felt Yan Jing's gaze, turned her head in confusion, and met those deep eyes: "What's wrong, sir?"
The girl's neatly tied ponytail fell on her shoulders. Yan Jing's eyes touched her exposed neck skin, which was white and fragile. Touching it would make him...
Yan Jing suppressed his emotions, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said softly: "Nothing."
He would not normally gaze at a girl in such an impolite manner.
This is not like him.
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Hong Liu walked out of the temple with a pale face. He held the gauze on his wrist tightly, and his other hand hung down, holding a few copper coins.
[The old rule] is bloodletting.
But even if an adult man's blood is almost drained, you won't get much money.
If that crazy woman hadn't died and the kid hadn't run away, how could he have ended up half dead and only got such a small amount of money?
It's all their fault. If he had found it...
"father!"
When Hong Liu heard this name, he widened his eyes slightly and looked back.
A little boy stands behind him.
The child had a clean face and neat clothes, and there was no sign of his former skinny appearance.
Changsheng looked at his father with some concern and asked quickly, "What happened to you? Are you okay? Is mother okay?"
Hong Liu was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and smiled an extremely ugly smile: "Okay, all is good."
"Now that you're back, everything will be fine."
I'm fine now that you're back.
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