Chapter 705
2021-04-09
Chapter 705 Q&A
“Mu Lian, you are here!”
The two saw Sengjialan At the time, he was in the guards.
Sang Jialan was sitting in a wheelchair, and stood beside him were waiters with short hair that were expressionless and taciturn.
On the way here, Mu Lian explained that these people are Seng Jialan’s personal attendants, and they are a group of people with the highest battle strength in King Ming’s army.
There is even a legend that these guards of King Ming were specially trained for him by Shimen.
I heard that a few days ago, Sengjialan suffered a catastrophe and his lower body disappeared.
After the incident, Sengjialan survived, but he suffered a great injury and no longer had the courage to charge into battle. However, his planning strategies and ability to lead troops were still there, so that he could secure the position of marshal.
In fact, due to Seng Jialan’s excellent leadership, the white clothed Buddhist soldiers grew stronger day by day, and everyone in the army of King Ming admired him and respected him as the ‘living King of Ming’.
It can be said that all the soldiers in King Ming’s army are extremely loyal to him, and they can’t wait to hold their hearts and livers in their hands to show King Ming that they are loyal.
“Mu Lian, you have led the least troops in this battle, but you have made a lot of contributions!”
“This Master looks familiar, have we met before?”
Mu Lian mentioned with a heart, he knew that Seng Jialan was very thoughtful, and was afraid of being seen as weak by the other party. spot.
“This poor monk saw King Ming for the first time. Maybe you misunderstood.”
Yuantong’s expression was normal, and he responded neither humble nor arrogant.
“Oh, that’s why the king remembered it wrong.”
Sengjialan seemed to be interested, and asked Yuantong, “Master, what is the Divine Ability of cultivation?”
“Six Paths of Reincarnation.”
Sangjialan nodded, “It’s not infinite.”
“I haven’t heard of it!”
Yuantong’s face is not red and the heart is not beating.
At this time, a team of flying horses rushed to convey the news.
“King Ming, most of the red-headed thieves have been eliminated, and the generals of the four-faced gods are in formation in the city. May I ask you, King Ming, whether to attack or not?”
Seng Jialan thought for a few times before raising his head, “Siege the city, follow the previous example!”
Mu Lian mentioned earlier that the practice of white clothed Buddhist soldiers to attack the city, except for monks and followers of Shimen, all the living people were killed.
“Master, do you think I’m cruel?”
Yantong was startled, looked up and saw Seng Jialan, his eyes were staring at him.
“Some!”
Yuantong answered directly, without any concealment.
Mu Lian hurriedly explained to him, “King Ming, forgive me, this Master…”
“No need to say more, I’ll explain to the Master!”
Seng Jialan is leaning on her wheelchair, pointing to Jiangkou County not far away.
At this moment, the white clothed Buddhist soldiers who have freed their hands have already organized their weapons and started to attack Jiangkou County.
Jiangkou County, with only a few thousand guards and young soldiers, faced the overwhelming attack of the opponent’s Mount Tai, and it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed.
“Master, you know that the rules of our massacre are quite generous!”
“A monk who is a monk or a layman at home, as long as they have a trace of merit, they can survive.”
“Normally, even if they offer a penny, a handful of rice, and a tael of sesame oil, they are all believers in my Shimen.”
“Under such affluent conditions, there are still people who can’t Satisfied, then there is no need to keep them alive.”
Yuantong seemed a little hesitant, “King Ming, killing people is wrong after all!”
“Master, did you know that after the city was breached last time? , not a single living person was left behind!”
“Do you know why?”
Seng Jialan continued, “People in the city, know the rules of my white clothed Buddhist soldiers, Knowing that it is impossible for me to survive, I have no desire to improve, and I deceive the monks and lay believers in the city into the courtyard, and set fire to kill them all.”
Yuantong was amazed, “This…”
“People in the world say that people who kill are cruel. Are all the people killed are innocent people?”
Once upon a time, Yuantong followed Wuming and was familiar with it.
It’s no wonder that after returning from the capital, Seng Jialan became so extreme. It turned out that he had been brainwashed by ignorance and believed in the way of Guangming Jingshe.
In this way, the imagination will come naturally.
Even the title of King Ming is very meaningful when you study it carefully!
“King Ming, this poor monk is superficial and can’t tell the big truth. It’s just that all living beings are suffering!”
“Well said, all living beings are suffering!”
“But this word for bitterness refers to the suffering of weakness, sorrow, and ignorance, but it is a thousand Buddhas and thousand eyes, each with its own side.”
Between Sengjia’s blue eyebrows, there is a trace of unpredictable heights. Breath, faintly discernable.
He then asked, “Master, dare to ask your cultivation, which ones are in the Six Paths of Reincarnation?”
“This poor monk cultivation base is still shallow and still in progress. Three Evil Roads!”
“It’s a coincidence that this king is also a three-cultivation base, but it is Three Good Roads.”
Three Evil Roads, beasts, evil spirits , Hell; Three Good Roads, Heaven, Man, Asura.
Yuantong was startled, recalling the reminder that the other party seemed to remind him intentionally or unintentionally before parting with ignorance.
Abandoning evil for kindness, abandoning good for evil, if you want to get out of your own cultivation shackles and cultivate into Six Paths of Reincarnation in one fell swoop, the best way is to absorb the opposite.
In other words, if Yuantong wants Six Paths of Reincarnation Great Accomplishment, it must absorb the cultivation base of Sangjialan.
and vice versa.
“You know, Master, I’ve heard people say, Six Paths of Reincarnation, Small Accomplishment is easy, Great Accomplishment is hard!”
“Whether it’s Three Good Roads, or Three Evil Roads, it is not difficult to want the cultivation Perfection, but it is difficult to have the power of good and evil.”
“The only way is to complement each other’s yin and yang, and find the cultivation Three Good Roads, The two of the Three Evil Roads may be able to gather the entire Six Paths of Reincarnation.”
Speaking of this, Seng Jialan sighed, “Since obtaining this method, this king has searched the world for cultivator, cultivation Three Evil Roads, like crossing river carp, but no one can for me to use!”
Yuantong looked towards Mu Lian on the side, and suddenly said, “If what I see is not bad, this Mu Lian is not bad. The general is also the Three Evil Roads in the cultivation Six Paths of Reincarnation.”
“Yes, most of my generals are in the cultivation Six Paths of Reincarnation.”
Sangjalan said here , showing an expression of infinite regret.
At this time, Yuantong suddenly said, “I may understand the purpose of King Ming’s massacre!”
“Oh!”
Sengjialan is here Interested, he asked back, “Master, please tell me!”
The two of them answered the question without anyone else, with General Mu Lian standing beside him, clicking one’s tongue in wonder.
There has never been anyone like Yuantong, who can make Sengjialan talk a lot, and talk about it for most of the day.
“The king of Ming slaughtered the city, both the old and the weak, women and children. This is an act of beasts, the most evil act!”
“Unfortunately, the king of Ming’s cultivation Three Good Roads has already At bottleneck.”
“From good to evil, there must be the ultimate evil in the world, what can be faster than the massacre of countless cities!”
Sangjialan heard, Don’t be angry, “Master, thinking about it this way, what merit do you have when you want to turn from evil to good, which is faster than saving the lives of the next city?”
Yuantong heart startled, thinking meaning in the other party’s words.
At this time, not far from the city of Eguchi County, there was a thunderous whistle.
In the smoke of gunpowder, the city gate opened, and white clothed Buddhist soldiers poured in like a flood.
The massacre begins to count down.
(end of this chapter)