Liu Jin's words were actually laced with barbs. The Zhu religion controlled the theocracy in Zhu, their followers were burdened with heavy taxes, and their doctrine was that the more money you offered to the gods, the more devout you were. It was even better to offer yourself to the temple.
Only a minority of monks practice asceticism in temples; most live extravagant lives, receiving material offerings from believers and sexual comfort from holy women. They are truly a bizarre and malignant tumor in Buddhism.
As a low-ranking officer in the pioneer team, Liu Jin naturally knew how powerful the pioneer team was. Nowadays in Southeast Asia, merchants have begun to occupy the upper echelons of power, and those poor tribal chiefs and shamans have been strongly impacted by the merchant class.
In the more hierarchical society of Zhu, the rise of the Shangrao would inevitably threaten the status of the Brahmins. This is why the Saga helped the Malla family; they wanted to completely drive out the powerful merchants in order to maintain their rule.
Saga's face turned cold, the wisdom in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a cold gaze and a chilling ruthlessness.
"Greed corrupts people, and corrupt merchants tempt good people, making them forget kindness and the teachings of the gods. Their hearts are filled only with the thirst for wealth, but they have forgotten their reverence for the gods. You... are heretics, heretics who tempt the believers of God to fall."
"Liu... Squad Leader, he says we are heretics... This is... a curse from God..."
Ujiya was terrified. What would happen if the temple's master labeled him a heretic? He didn't even dare to think about it.
Saga glanced at Liu Jin and Ujiya one last time, then turned and left. After he returned to Zhurao's camp, a dozen or so Brahmin warriors in bronze armor stepped forward and marched in a line.
"Captain Liu, these soldiers are all believers who have practiced Wang Yoga. Coupled with the armor blessed by the guru, their strength will become very great. Most importantly, their bodies will be very flexible, and their punches and kicks will always hit you from unexpected directions."
Seeing the Brahman warriors pressing in, Ujiya regained his composure. He was ready to throw caution to the wind. Behind him were his wife and children, and most importantly, the wealth he had risked his life for. If he lost these, what did it matter if he died?
The armor on the Brahmin warriors began to emit a faint blue light, and they moved faster and faster. Their heavy iron boots pounded on the scorched earth, making a dull "thump, thump, thump" sound, like the beating of aggressive war drums.
Ujiya began to kneel and pray, praying that he could overcome the difficulties. Facing the warriors of the temple, he prayed to the gods in the temple for help. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and his face was very devout.
"Shia, how many can you take on?"
A clear voice suddenly came from afar, interrupting Ujiya's prayer.
"Hmm... I want to fight ten of them."
A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, answered with great confidence.
"Thanks, God, your miracles will be spread far and wide by your followers..."
Ugia felt that his prayers had worked, even though he couldn't understand what the two voices meant, he could understand the language they were from.
This is the language of Daxia, and in his eyes, the people of Daxia are now... omnipotent. Want to chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest"? Follow "Or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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