Chapter 564 Mutual Benefit and Assistance
The landlord took the four people into a small woods.
The scenery is still beautiful with green grass and flowers, but the sunlight cannot shine in. The air is damp, sticky and dull. People walking in it feel like clothes that cannot be dried during the rainy season, and they smell wet and rotten.
There were many people wandering in the woods, all wearing the same cotton and linen clothes as the landlord. Some were sitting by the water chatting with friends, some were playing and joking, and some were hugging a big tree and talking to themselves.
Everyone wore a serene smile, as if living in paradise, free from worries. But upon closer inspection, everyone's eyes were hollow, their smiles superficial, like painted on, appearing incredibly eerie.
The landlord walked to a dead tree, picked up the drumstick, and struck the bronze bell hanging on the tree.
The believers scattered in the woods immediately gathered around the landowner.
The landlord stood solemnly, his face gloomy, waiting for Ye Xiaoman to drag her feet slowly towards him, the veins on his temples throbbing.
He felt uneasy.
Not long ago, he suddenly received an order from a ghost king who did not want to reveal his name, asking him to kill Ye Xiaoman.
The opponent was much stronger than him, so he had to surrender.
Afterwards, he vaguely realized that the Ghost King's orders seemed to have been changed by another more powerful force.
He wanted to check the new rules, but was told that his authority was too low to view them.
He felt a great and terrifying threat that almost scared him to death and he dared not do it again.
The unknown is the scariest thing.
As a landlord, he had lost his jurisdiction and felt that he had become an ant in a mass grave, a waste that could be devoured and eaten at will.
He was terrified.
The landlord glanced at the adoring faces of the believers and regained some confidence.
The two forces that change the rules should both come from the Ghost King.
The latter, more powerful force was the Ghost King increasing his pressure to intimidate and warn him.
As long as he carries out the Ghost King's orders and kills Ye Xiaoman, he can rest assured.
The landlord made up his mind that he would make sure Ye Xiaoman never came back.
Ye Xiaoman finally walked up to him.
The landlord immediately called out sixteen newcomers who had just fallen into the land of rules, plus Ye Xiaoman's group of four, a total of twenty people.
"sit."
At his command, everyone acted like puppets.
He, his assistant, and twenty other people sat in a circle on the grass.
The other believers also sat down one by one, forming several large circles, surrounding the circle where the landlord was in the center.
The landlord's language skills were not very smooth, so the following symposium was hosted by his assistant.
The assistant stood up and walked to the open space in the middle of the circle. With a happy expression and a smile on his face, he delivered a speech with full emotion and intonation.
"The ruins of living people are a big loving family."
"When we are together, we are a family. Here, we can talk to each other, encourage each other, support each other, and work together to overcome difficulties and create a better tomorrow!"
The believers cheered and applauded.
Ye Xiaoman nodded seriously and applauded enthusiastically.
Xiao Chujing smiled and lowered his eyes, looking at his honest little junior sister. He held one of her hands and placed it on his knees as he sat cross-legged.
Let's see the ghosts continue their performance.
The assistant let everyone present finish cheering first, then raised his arms and pressed them down to muffle the sound.
“Everyone is born with sin. Only by realizing one’s sins can one receive forgiveness from God and achieve salvation for the soul.”
"Next, let's move on to the first topic of our discussion today. Please speak honestly about your sins."
The assistant casually pointed to one person in the circle.
"You speak first."
Among the newcomers, except for a few unlucky locals who accidentally strayed into the land of rules, most of them are monks who have drifted into the ghost world.
He was in an unfamiliar place and suddenly fell into a dangerous place. His mind was still confused and had not yet digested the reality. When the ghost called his name, he did not dare to resist. He stood up, faced everyone, and trembled with fear.
"Ah? I, I am a human, my sins... Oh, I once made a mistake..."
He stuttered in the first few sentences, but became fluent after a few more.
The power of rules forces people to tell the truth.
"I am a casual cultivator, a private school teacher by profession. I was hired by two neighboring villages to teach the children in the village literacy and arithmetic."
"The children were rebellious and often disrupted the classroom. They also played tricks on me, putting earthworms in my shoes and scribbling on my precious books..."
"Oh, I'm really fed up with it. My tuition is not cheap, and these students don't take the time to learn something useful. What will happen to them in the future?"
"It would be nice if they could be as obedient as puppets."
"One day, the kids teased me again. I was so disappointed that I got drunk and accidentally set fire to the private school. Fearing compensation, I quickly left the village."
"I hope the fire didn't injure or kill anyone..."
The assistant made a few brief comments.
"It's rare that you have a repentant heart. Just do more good deeds to atone for your sins in the future."
The assistant called the next person, "You speak."
"I'm a swordsmith, obsessed with sword forging. In my opinion, nothing is more important than forging a peerless sword. One day, I came across a book on weapon forging that said that using human beings as material mixed into molten iron can create the most spiritual sword."
"So, I pushed my parents, wife, and children into the furnace, but I still haven't forged a satisfactory magic sword."
"I came to the ghost world this time just to find the author of that book and discuss it face to face. After my practice, I feel that some steps can be optimized. I hope that the author's next new book can help more confused swordsmiths!"
"As for my sins, I think I'm just too much of a perfectionist."
Assistant: "Great, next."
"I'm a drum craftsman, and I think I'm too much of a perfectionist."
"To get a perfect drumhead, I would kill and skin ten men in one night."
The assistant called on three monks to speak in succession, each of whom was evil in his own way.
Ye Xiaoman was speechless after hearing this.
The landlord stared at Ye Xiaoman with ulterior motives and coughed lightly.
The assistant immediately said, "Next, let's move on to the second topic."
“The second theme of this symposium is redemption.”
The assistant should announce what is to be done next in a gentle and affectionate voice.
"When we realize our sins and sincerely repent, God will provide salvation."
The assistant suddenly started shaking his fist and shouting excitedly.
“Is there anyone willing to step forward and help others?”
His call attracted hundreds of responses, and his believers responded actively.
"I!"
"I do!"
"I do, too!"
They stood up from the ground, and more than a dozen people rushed to the three confessors.
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