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"Uh..." Duke Zilan was choked to speak, he smirked and looked at Master Yuankong for help. The latter looked embarrassed and didn't seem to know what to say.

The atmosphere at the scene became a little embarrassing. Chen Xing said nothing. The other two people stared at me and stared at me, and they froze like this.

In the end, Chen Xing took the initiative to break the deadlock and said angrily, "What do you want, let's say it clearly."

After all, he is the principal of this war, and the others are just foils, not responsible for the final result.

If this continues, I'm afraid that Marquis Haitang will die because of excessive blood loss without him.

It's not that he really wants to save the other person, but that he has to. If this was only Dongfang Xuanyuan's personal wishes, or the benevolence of Master Yuankong, he would not care about it.

The problem of interest can be solved by profit, but it is a question of how to divide the cake, and how to divide it. If it doesn't work, he will suffer a bit and make some concessions. Dongfang Xuanyuan would not desperately defend his former enemies, and Master Yuankong did not need to offend him, the big red man of the Northern Alliance, for his benevolence. Just one question, should the state religion of Silver Claw be changed to something else in the future?

But now it is not a matter of interests, but a matter of world law.

Even the one behind him dare not break the rules easily, can you still count on him?

Of course, he can ignore it, but the price is that he is discredited and excluded and isolated by mainstream society. The result is self-evident, the establishment of a nation by mercenaries will become an out-and-out ideal of empty talk.

Between killing the enemy and fulfilling his dream, he chose the latter.

Just like the choices he made in his past life. When he was in school, he would not abandon himself and give up his studies just because of the individual teachers and classmates he hated. At work, he will not give up his career prospects just because of a few hated bosses.

Because he firmly believes that when he crosses obstacles and reaches the next peak, some of the original people and things will become extremely small.

The enemy who needed to fight with all their strength in the past may now be able to make the opponent worse than death with just one sentence.

Rather than being stuck in a cage, it's better to get out of the cocoon, climb a little higher, and look back. Perhaps you will find that many things you originally cared about have become trivial.

He once watched a movie about inheritance and ideals, and liked the passage very much.

What you see and hear often frustrates you

The world is so powerful

Strong enough to give birth to the idea of ​​changing them

But if you have a chance to understand your life in advance

I know that youth is only these days

I wonder if you still care about the things that the world wants you to care about?

May you remember your preciousness and resist malice when you are hit

May you believe in your preciousness when you are lost

Love what you love and do what you do

Listen to your heart, no matter what

In the face of dreams, the life and death of an enemy is insignificant.

"Donor, please wait a moment..." Master Yuankong bowed to Chen Xing, then walked to Wei Haitang and performed the Buddha's salute with one hand, "Amitabha, good and good."

Wei Haitang struggled and nodded in return.

Master Yuankong stared into his eyes and slowly said, "Begonia donor, you can be willing but Hongchen, take refuge in my Buddha, never ask the world, and practice hard work?"

"Disciple, I am willing to..."

Wei Haitang's eyes were half-open and half-closed, breathless, as if losing too much blood and fainting at any time.

"Would you like to enter my Tongren Lane and become an ascetic monk?" Master Yuankong asked again.

Wei Haitang showed a complex expression, seemingly unwilling and helpless, and finally sighed and nodded, "The disciple is willing to..."

"You know, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is no shore when you look back." Master Yuankong asked again.

Wei Haitang nodded like a fate.

Whether it is the Atonement Monastery of the Holy See of the Holy Light, or the Tongren Lane of the New Zen Buddhism,

The library of the dead of the supreme religion is punitive, only entering but not leaving is tantamount to sentence of life imprisonment.

"The three vows have been taken. From now on, you will be the disciple of the 219th generation of Buddhism. Because of the broken arm, the name is missing and the law name is missing."

As Master Yuankong spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Wei Haitang's chest. A faint green light overflowed from between the fingers, and the wound gradually stopped bleeding.

To stop Wei Haitang's injury, Master Yuankong came to Chen Xing and performed Buddhist salutes with one hand.

"Amitabha, good and good."

"From then on, there was one less Haitanghou and one more ascetic monk in the world."

Chen Xing bowed his hands and responded with ancient rituals, believing this result.

"Donor, our new Zen Buddhism owes you a favor." After speaking, Yuankong helped the ascetic monk to help him and walked towards the wilderness.

They will walk all the way to Jinfen Port and take a boat to the birthplace of the new Zen Buddhism, the "great temple" located in the Kunlun Mountains in the middle of the eastern continent.

The Great Temple, also known as the "Kunlun Temple", is also called the three major religious sacred sites along with the Holy Light in the Western Continent and the Black Tower Academy in the central wilderness.

When he left, he couldn't help but look back at Dongfang Xuanyuan, his Adam's apple squirming, his words stopped.

"The shadow of the ancient Buddha in the blue lamp, the eternal emptiness of Zen heart, but the mortal affairs, cut off the worldliness..."

"Lack, things in the world have nothing to do with you anymore."

Under the persuasion of Master Yuankong, Wei Que closed his eyes, turned his head and left, never looking back.

"The matter is over, I should go too." Dongfang Xuanyuan patted Chen Xing on the shoulder, with encouraging eyes, "Young man, enjoy your victory!"

After speaking, he strode away.

"Wait..." Chen Xing stopped Dongfang Xuanyuan, and then bowed solemnly to the other side, "Thank you Shi Bo for your help!"

Since the other party called him a good nephew, he didn't mind getting closer. In some ways, he is a very simple person. If others treat him well, he treats others well.

Dongfang Xuanyuan waved his hand and said modestly, "You and I are ministers in the same court. We should help and benefit each other and work together to open up the land for the Lord."

"Uncle Dongfang, do you have any more needs?" Chen Xing asked straightforwardly. If conditions permit, he doesn't want to owe too much favor.

"That's it..." Dongfang Xuanyuan pondered for a while, and said, "Wei Haitang's three sons, no..." He corrected, "The three missing sons, can the nephew be magnanimous and open the net?"

"Wei Qinghai must die, everyone else is free." Chen Xing said.

This waste is cruel in nature, keeping it is also a scourge to women, and often playing with women cruelly, it is simply a violent thing. He is like a wild wolf, instinctively hostile to the hyena who preyed on him.

"Okay, then listen to the nephew." Dongfang Xuanyuan smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied with the result.

Then Dongfang Xuanyuan let out a clear roar, and the steel dragon snaked out, soaring through the fog.

"My nephew, see you tomorrow!"

Dongfang Xuanyuan leaped on the dragon's head, stood with his hand in his hand, and flew into the luxurious floating boat high in the sky.

After a while, Chen Xing couldn't help but cursed the old fox looking at the little black spots disappearing into the clouds. How can a person with a flying imperial spirit leave on foot?

Obviously just pretending to be, waiting for him to take the initiative to express his position.

But then again, although the result is not satisfactory, there are still many regrets, but this is a game of rights, to achieve a result that everyone is uncomfortable, but acceptable.

Negotiation is a process of mutual compromise.

Chen Xing took a long breath, cleared up his mood, and shouted at the subordinates behind him: "Brothers, we are in town!"

"Yeah!" "Long live!"

The joyous atmosphere is like an infectious disease, spreading rapidly among the soldiers. They cheered, shot into the sky, or threw their helmets in the air.

Then Chen Xing left the logistics staff to clean the battlefield, take care of the prisoners, and led the main force into the Yinying Territory.

The troops walked to the gate, and a group of gorgeously dressed local nobles had been waiting there long ago, lined up

welcome.

"Congratulations, Master Chen, you won a complete victory and entered the king's city!"

Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi bowed on one knee and shouted in unison.

"Congratulations, Master Chen, you won a complete victory and entered the king's city!" The other nobles also followed their congratulations, but compared to Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi, they both looked nervous and frightened. With all heads down, the atmosphere didn't dare to take a mouthful.

"These are all family members who have long admired the adults and are determined to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, and refuse to participate in the war." Wu Hai introduced.

Chen Xing nodded in response to show his approval.

The heads of the family were relieved immediately and showed their smiles. It is foreseeable that their group of people who stood on the opposite side at a critical moment will be just around the corner!

"My lord, we have sent a family unit to take over the city defense and ordered the closure of the city. Now we can't even fly a fly out." Wu Hai reported.

"Well, very good." Chen Xing nodded. This Wu Hai is smarter than he thought, knowing to close the city as soon as possible, lest the fat sheep who stand in the wrong team run away with their belongings.

"The Silver Palace has been heavily guarded, waiting for the adults to take over." Zhu Zexi said rushingly.

A gleam of haze flashed in Wu Hai's eyes, but it quickly returned to normal.

Chen Xing saw it in his eyes, thinking that the Silver Claw Iron Triangle was not as united as it seemed on the surface. In the face of rights, humanity is undoubtedly revealed.

But he doesn't think this is bad. The people below are fighting for power, and he has better control, especially for a ruler who has no foundation behind the scenes.

"My lord, the soldiers fought **** and exhausted, please go to the city to rest." Wu Hai said.

"My lord, please!" Patriarchs said in unison.

Then the main force of the expeditionary force drove into the silver eagle collar.

Chen Xing rode the White Wolf King and walked at the forefront of the team. The family owners gathered around and walked on the spacious Wangcheng Avenue.

Upstairs of the residents on both sides, women stood by the window, sprinkling fine petals outward.

Both sides of the road were filled with residents, holding flowers and various snacks, cheering to the soldiers of the expeditionary army.

As the deputy commander-in-chief of the whole army, Xiang Caidie rode a fire-hoof bronze bull followed by Chen Xing, and rode with Jian Yuecang.

"How do you feel?" Xiang Caidie looked at the cheering people, and asked the head maid to her side.

"I saw fear in their eyes." Jian Yue Cang Lian whispered.

Xiang Caidie grabbed the biscuit bag that took off, opened it and ate it quickly, and threw it to the soldiers behind, "Slowly you will get used to it."

The gangway welcomes the invaders. This kind of picture seems a little unbelievable, but for thousands of years, such a situation has not been uncommon in the kingdom's civil wars.

Because for most residents, no matter who is the ruler, they are subjects of the kingdom. As long as they are not embarrassed, whoever is the ruler is the same.

This is especially true for the people of the red country who advocate force. They believe that the strong is the respect and the winner is the king. If anyone wins, they worship someone. Unless it is an alien invasion, it will refer to this article.

Also, show kindness to the new ruler and be treated kindly.

Although through the efforts of the Human Survival Committee for more than three centuries, soldiers have rarely massacred civilians on a large scale, but the traditional concepts that have been formed over thousands of years are still deeply rooted.

When the leader of the country is defeated, the residents will take out their home stocks and take to the streets to welcome the troops entering the city, so as to appease the soldiers' tyrannical mood and beg them not to commit murder.

"If Tienuo was here, what would he say?"

Huozui and Pang Li walked side by side, talking while looking at the scenery along the street.

"He might say, good!" "But he doesn't like aggression." Huozui's mood was a little bit low.

"We are not an aggression, we are a teacher of justice, we are here to rescue the dark and fiery silver eagle-collared people under the dark rule of the Silverclaw family." Pang Li slapped his old partner's shoulder vigorously.

"Who did you learn this from? Why does it sound a bit sober and bright?" "How can you learn from someone? It's all based on the nonsense on the Internet." "Haha..."