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After many years, Le Jing finally met Su Jian.

More than ten years have left a distinct mark on Su Jian. The young man has lost the carelessness he had when they first met, and his whole person shows the calmness and indifference after reading thousands of stories.

But human nature is difficult to change.

There is still a lion living in the young man's eyes, and the young man's paranoid but pure blood still flows in his veins.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Le Jing closed his eyes, "looked" at Lu Qingling's position accurately, and asked, "Who is this female donor?"

Su Jian introduced: "This is Lu Qingling. Junior sister Lu is the only daughter of our master, and she is also my favorite little junior sister."

A faint blush immediately appeared on Lu Qingling's face. She glanced at Su Jian shyly and whispered to Le Jing, "Hello."

Le Jing originally wanted to find any reason to send this girl away. After all, he and Su Jian might go to the grassland to conduct a secret assassination. But after hearing Su Jian's introduction, he changed his mind.

Not only will he not drive away Lu Qingling, he will also take her to the grassland.

He and Su Jian's mission this time was mainly investigation, and the assassination was just incidental, because there were many variables in this mission, and no one knew whether the demon clan was involved in the changes in the grassland. If the assassination really fails and they are in danger of being besieged by the demon clan and facing death, Lu Qingling is their best way to get out of trouble.

As the only daughter in charge of the clan, Lu Qingling must have some unknown means of protecting herself. And the most important thing is that when his only daughter is in danger, Master Bai Yuan can't just sit back and watch, right?

Le Jing looked into Su Jian's calm eyes and understood that they all had the same idea.

If she really wanted to escape, Su Jian would definitely find an opportunity. But not only did he not, he also brought Lu Qingling over and made such a meaningful introduction, which was almost clear.

Although she didn't say it out loud, Su Jian did indeed regard Lu Qingling as a hostage to threaten Master Bai Yuan to intervene in the mortal situation.

To a certain extent, Su Jian and Le Jing are both the same type of people, and they both do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. They are all idealists.

From this point of view, Su Jian is a qualified male protagonist of the Dian family.

Now that the two of them had reached a tacit understanding, Le Jing immediately smiled and said: "It turns out that the junior sister Su Jian often mentioned in her letters is you. It's better to hear than to see. It's really beautiful and fragrant. No wonder you can attract Su Jian." Jane never forgets it.”

Lu Qingling glanced at Su Jian in surprise, her clear eyes full of hot affection, and she asked softly: "You...you often mention me in your letters? What do you mention about me?"

Su Jian smiled and said as if she was embarrassed: "Don't listen to Le Jing's jokes. He doesn't mention you often, just occasionally."

Lu Qingling's face turned redder, she lowered her head shyly and hummed softly.

Le Jing was inexplicably reminded of a joke that circulated on the Internet in his previous life: The beauty of a man lies in lying and seeing ghosts in the daytime, and the beauty of a woman lies in being stupid and having no regrets.

He smiled and was about to speak when his eyebrows moved and his eyes suddenly "saw" the scene outside the city. The Heavenly Eye is not a real eye, but the supernatural power between his eyebrows.

There are six magical powers in Buddhism, namely, divine eyes, divine ears, other minds, fate, divine realms, and leaks. Lejing’s eyes that can see through the reincarnations of countless lives are innate fate powers.

In the past ten years, Le Jing has developed clairvoyance. When the celestial eye is cultivated to the extreme, it can see the life, death, pain and joy of all living beings in the six realms, and all kinds of forms and colors in the world without any obstacles①. But Lejing's practice is still shallow, so now he can only see what happens at a certain distance.

Su Jian had been quietly paying attention to Le Jing's movements. When she noticed that he was frowning, she immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Le Jing frowned, "There are smoke rising in the direction of the city gate. I'm afraid there is an invasion from a foreign enemy."

Su Jian was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Who is it? Barbarian?"

Le Jing shook his head, "It's too far away, I can't see it."

Su Jian narrowed her eyes and analyzed calmly: "It's probably not Barbarian. You defended Hanyang City just the day before yesterday, and so many corpses are still piled up in the city. Barbarian has learned a lesson and should calm down for a while. You won't be like this anymore." It’s only right to restart the war in a short time. And this is Beihuang City. If it’s an unknown city, that’s it. There are tens of thousands of troops stationed in Beihuang City. If the barbarians attack the city, it will be equivalent to rebellion!”

Although Manzi had attacked Qiu Feng from time to time, they only targeted nearby small towns and never besieged Beihuang City, so Su Jian thought so.

Le Jing doesn’t think so.

From Lu Qingling's perspective, the corners of the blind monk's mouth were slightly raised, and his gentle smile was inexplicably sarcastic, "The beams are weak now. This is the best opportunity that comes once in hundreds of years. It would be strange if the barbarians don't rebel."

He didn't expect Manzi to move so fast. They were still one step late. This is the charge of nomadic civilization against agricultural civilization. The outcome of the war may even be related to the fate of the country for hundreds of years.

Su Jian was silent.

Lu Qingling curiously interjected and asked: "Are mortals going to fight?" She arched her eyebrows, with a hint of curiosity and excitement: "I haven't seen mortals fighting. They have no magic or magic weapons. I don't know what will happen. fight."

Le Jing asked: "Want to take a look?"

Lu Qingling shook her head, her innocent smile showing the coldness typical of cultivators, "That is a mortal matter and has nothing to do with us. Why should we go there and only increase the cause and effect?"

The habitual smile on Le Jing's lips faded little by little.

here we go again.

Le Jing doesn't know how many times he has heard this familiar argument.

What a peaceful world of cultivation that is free from cause and effect.

Even though he had the magical power to change the world, he ignored all the people in the world and only focused on sweeping away the snow in front of each house.

Because they want to cultivate immortality, they cannot be involved in cause and effect, so they cannot interfere in mortal affairs, so the turmoil in the mortal world and the changes in dynasties have nothing to do with them.

The moment they stepped into the world of cultivation, they seemed to have become superhuman beings. Mortals are just ants to them, so who cares about the life and death of ants?

Le Jing stood up and said to Su Jian, "Let's go."

Su Jian followed in silence.

Lu Qingling was stunned for a moment, looking confused: "Where are you going?"

It was at this moment that the blind monk slowly opened his eyes.

Lu Qingling was caught off guard and met a pair of transparent glass eyes.

How to describe these eyes? It was something magical that could not be described in any words.

Lu Qingling's mind went blank. For a moment, she seemed to see the ebb and flow of the sea, the birth and fall of stars, and the beginning and end of all things.

In a daze, she vaguely heard the monk's clear and calm voice: "Go and defend the city."

Lu Qingling came back to her senses and was shocked, "Defend the city?" She looked at the two of them in confusion, "Why defend the city? What does this matter have to do with you?"

Su Jian didn't look back: "I came from the mortal world."

Le Jing smiled calmly: "I am a guest in the mortal world."

This answer was undoubtedly beyond Lu Qingling's expectations. She opened her eyes wide and said with an incredulous look on her face: "You are already monks now. What happens in the mortal world has nothing to do with you! And Su Jian, you have cut off the fate of the world. You shouldn’t get involved in mortal matters!”

Su Jian turned his head slightly and glanced at her, and said calmly: "If to practice Taoism, you have to deny your relatives, be cold and ruthless, and restrain your hands and feet, then it's okay not to practice this Taoism." After that, he ignored Lu Qingling's persuasion and didn't look back. Left the inn.

Lu Qingling stood in the inn, her eyes blank.

She didn't understand why Su Jian's temperament suddenly changed and she insisted on getting involved in the mortal war. Her father has told her since she was a child: "The way of heaven is permanent, and it will not survive for Yao, nor will it perish for Jie." Therefore, they monks must be quiet and inactive, comply with the weather, and cannot indulge their own desires, nor can they change everything in the world according to their own wishes. the law of development.

Just like this war, this is a universal law that has existed in the world since ancient times, and is part of the ‘time of heaven’. If they monks intervene, they will be entangled in huge consequences, and they may even suffer divine punishment and end up with the tragic ending of death.

This is the common sense of every monk who embarks on the journey of monasticism. As a natural Taoist, Su Jian should know it better than anyone else. Moreover, he has cut off all ties with the mortal world and settled the cause and effect. Logically speaking, he should not have any extra nostalgia for the mortal world.

But at this time, Su Jian risked the consequences of destroying her cultivation and getting retribution, and she also wanted to intervene in the mortal war for some strangers.

Why did Su Jian do this? Could it be that he couldn't see that this was totally harmful?

Lu Qingling just couldn't figure it out and couldn't understand it clearly.

"So, you have never understood Su Jian."

Lu Qingling was slightly shocked when she realized that the young monk had not left with Su Jian. At this time, his eyes were curled up, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, and he looked at her with a smile.

Lu Qingling opened her eyes as if she was electrocuted, not daring to look directly into Le Jing's eyes.

"..."

She fell silent. She also just realized that she might never know Su Jian as a person.

"Do you understand, right?" She placed her gaze on Le Jing's chest, trying not to look into those mysterious and terrifying eyes, "Can you tell me the reason why you and Su Jian defended the city?"

There was a hustle and bustle of people all around, and guests from all over the world were exchanging their experiences from far away places. The young man’s elegant and ethereal voice blended into the noisy worldly fireworks, indistinguishable from each other:

"You need to see this with your own eyes. If you look at it for a long time, you will naturally understand it." Le Jing asked again: "Want to take a look?"

This time Lu Qingling nodded hesitantly.

…

Lu Qingling stood on Lejing's flying magic weapon lotus platform and looked down condescendingly. On the ground, pedestrians were staggering, people were flipping over, and they were running around like headless flies. "The barbarians are coming! Run!"

"It's fatal!"

"Dad! Mom! Where are you!"

The people in the city were without a master and full of panic. They wanted to escape, but there was no way to escape. The barbarians were approaching the city. This was truly a situation where heaven had no way to turn to and appeal to.

"This child may die soon. It's so pitiful." Lu Qingling looked in the direction of Le Jing's line of sight. A little girl slumped on the ground crying loudly came into view. The young monk's clear and cold voice came to her ears. : "Once the barbarians enter the city, the best situation is for men to be slaves and women to be prostitutes. Without the protection of parents, this child will be nothing more than a dead character in troubled times. Of course, if the barbarians choose to massacre the city, this child will not be lonely on the road to hell. ”

Lu Qingling pursed her lips. There was a wave of confusion in her eyes and she soon returned to calm. She was so calm that she said almost cruelly: "There is God's will in the dark. God's will is like this. It can only be said that her fate is bad."

Le Jing asked her as if curious: "So in your opinion, if heaven wants to destroy people, then people should obey fate and shouldn't resist?"

Lu Qingling nodded heavily.

Le Jing looked at her with a sneer, "In this case, we shouldn't practice Taoism. People only live a hundred years, and cultivating immortals is all about immortality. This is going against heaven, so how can we follow the destiny of heaven? ?”

"How can this be the same! I don't know why your Buddhist sect practices." Lu Qingling raised her eyebrows and replied: "The purpose of our Taoist practice is to know more about the will of heaven and earth, so that our behavior can be more in line with the time of heaven and return to nature. , integrate with heaven and earth, and reach the final state of Taoism and nature. At that time, people will be all things, and if all things are immortal, people will also be immortal."

Le Jing sighed and did not refute again.

If we have different paths, we don't want to work together, so why waste any more words.

The issue of three views is the most difficult to reconcile in the world. It is no less than a fantasy to want to change a person's three views with just a few words.

Lu Qingling's view is also the mainstream view among the current cultivation world sects.

The Buddhist sect believes that monks should purify their six roots, abide by their original intention, and recite the Buddha's name wholeheartedly. Even if one or two sects practice Mahayana Buddhism and make great wishes to save all sentient beings, they just want the suffering master to transcend after death and reach bliss as soon as possible. Buddhism cultivates reincarnation and the next life.

Whether it is a coincidence or a tacit understanding, both Buddhism and Taoism have chosen not to interfere in human affairs.

In Le Jing's view, all monks in this world of cultivation are exquisite egoists. "Common sense" such as "everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" and "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" are all "jokes" to them.

He suddenly remembered a very interesting anti-feudal superstition post he had seen on the Internet in his previous life. The poster took a different approach and used a tricky angle to prove that there were no gods in China.

‘If gods really exist, so many people in China died during the Anti-Japanese War, why didn’t our gods appear? ’

Now LeJing can answer this.

Fairies probably exist, they are just exquisite egoists. Compared with immortals who have infinite lifespans, the replacement of mortal dynasties is just a matter of a blink of an eye. Humans do not care about the life and death of ants, so gods do not care about the life and death of humans.

The Bible says, “God does not save people.”

So when the flood comes, we don’t ask the prophets, we just dig channels and dredge them ourselves;

When a disease is prevalent, don’t ask for a miracle, just try the medicine and cure it yourself;

Those who drown in the East China Sea will be filled up, and those who are exposed to the sun will be shot down;

Whoever wants to be a stone for selection, let him go; whoever wants to be a lamb that prostrates himself, let him go;

Whoever wants to kneel before the emperor and the powerful ministers, let him go; whoever wants to kneel down to the common people and ghosts and gods, let him go;

The world where the ax split open the world is filled with people who do not want to be slaves. ②

That's why the Internationale sang: "There has never been a savior, nor a fairy emperor! To create human happiness, it all depends on ourselves!"

——This is the glorious and glorious backbone of all human beings that cannot be covered up, erased or taken away by any gods or Buddhas.

…

Le Jing and Lu Qingling flew towards the city gate with their magic weapons. As the distance increased, he slowly saw clearly what was happening at the city gate.

As expected, the city was surrounded by barbarians, who were using siege engines to attack the city. The city gate was in chaos, and the defenders were disorganized and helpless. The only good thing was that the city gate had not been breached yet.

Su Jian Yujian stood in the sky, blue clothes were flying, and the hem of his clothes was flowing, and he looked like an incomparable noble man.

Le Jing's magic weapon stopped beside him, and the two stood side by side, staring down at the menacing barbarian cavalry, silently.

It stands to reason that cavalry is highly mobile, but not good at siege warfare. Beihuang is a big city, and there are tens of thousands of garrison troops stationed there, so they should be able to sleep peacefully.

But that is not the case.

Let’s not talk about the corruption of the army. How much water has been added to the tens of thousands of garrison troops after years of empty pay? Let’s talk about how much combat effectiveness the soldiers guarding the city have even though their gun tips are rusty. The general guarding the city is currently in the brothel beauty's den. When he comes over, the city may be destroyed. Therefore, the defenders at this time were in disarray.

On the other hand, the barbarians came fully prepared this time, bringing with them ladders, logs, trebuchets and other siege equipment. The attack was so menacing that the defenders were caught off guard.

Su Jian asked softly: "How long will it take for the city gate to be breached?"

Le Jing replied: "Not more than an hour."

Su Jian slowly sighed and took a long breath.

Lu Qingling looked down at the anxious battle below with an expressionless face, as quiet as a transparent ghost.

Because of the blindness, the attackers and defenders below didn't know that someone was standing at an altitude of more than ten meters, silently watching their every move.

Lu Qingling suddenly spoke. She lowered her head. She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or trying to dissuade Le Jing and Su Jian: "As long as mortals exist, the war will never end. You can save the people of this city." , can you save the whole world? Moreover, mortals have a short life span. Even if there is no war, they will be nothing more than a handful of loess at most. They will die sooner or later, and there is no point in saving them now. "

The voice in Su Jian's mind also echoed: "This girl is right, you can't be confused any longer! What does the war between mortals have to do with you? Don't make the same mistake again and again, and stop now. It’s too late!”

Su Jian smiled sarcastically: "Mortal gave birth to me, mortal gave me food and clothing, mortal taught me to read and understand, mortal raised me for 16 years, mortal is me, I am mortal, how come it has nothing to do with me?" ’

Over there, Le Jing calmly answered Lu Qingling's question: "If you don't become an immortal for one day, the life of a monk will eventually be exhausted. If you are in a different place, if the people guarding the city below are your parents, relatives and friends, the city After breaking up, they will all be slaughtered, can you still say this? "

Lu Qingling's eyelashes trembled, and the blood on her face faded away bit by bit. She shook her lips, but couldn't say anything to refute.

If her parents and relatives were below, she would definitely... not stand idly by.

Su Jian looked at her with infinite sarcasm, "In our mortal world, there is a saying that can describe your words and deeds just now - it's easy to talk without any pain in the waist."

The sarcasm from her lover gave Lu Qingling a fatal blow. Her face was as white as paper, and her eyes were full of water, looking particularly pitiful.

Unfortunately, the two straight men present were not people who sympathized with women.

Le Jing looked at Su Jian: "Let's go?"

Su Jian nodded heavily: "Let's go!"

...

The defenders on the ground were fighting hard.

Han Yong gritted his teeth, aimed the arrow at a barbarian who was climbing the cloud ladder, pulled the bowstring into a beautiful arc, and then released it fiercely. With a clear whistle, the arrow brushed the barbarian's cheek and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Han Yong cursed fiercely, but he didn't have time to regret it. He reached for the quiver again but found nothing. He looked down suddenly and found that he had run out of arrows!

"I've run out of arrows! Bring me more arrows!"

Han Yong's roar was drowned out by the voices of his comrades:

"Where are the reinforcements! When will they arrive?"

"Damn it, the spear head is rusty, the arrow handle is eaten by worms, how the hell can we fight?"

"It hasn't fired for a year, I'm not defending a shitty city!"

"Where's the general? Where the hell is he! He's hiding and having fun, letting me work for him!"

"Brothers, stop fighting, your life is your own, let's hide and wait for the barbarians to leave before coming out!"

Han Yong's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in his almost hoarse voice: "We can't run! The villagers are behind us! We can't do something that makes people poke our backs!"

But under the boiling emotions around him, Han Yong's weak voice was like a small stone thrown into the sea, sinking without even a ripple.

Soon, one soldier turned around and walked down the stairs, followed by two, three... ten... Most of the soldiers guarding the city soon ran away, leaving only Han Yong and dozens of other soldiers struggling to hold on.

However, arrows were in short supply, and the spears in their hands were rusty. With their limited skills, they were no match for the barbarians who were used to fighting on the edge of a knife. Soon, several barbarians climbed up the city through ladders.

Almost at the same time, a loud noise came from the city gate, and for a moment, it seemed that countless voices shouted: "The city gate is broken, run!"

Han Yong was completely desperate.

Is today the end of Beihuang City?

When the barbarians entered the city, it was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. Even if they were full, they would bite all the living sheep to death to satisfy their evil desires.

He could almost see the bloody scene of the barbarians burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil after entering the city. That was a real hell on earth.

At this moment, Han Yong suddenly saw two streams of light, one yellow and one blue, falling from the sky. The blue light fell beside him, and the yellow light fell outside the city.

The light dissipated, revealing the true faces wrapped in the stream of light: a yellow monk and a blue Taoist priest.

The yellow monk held a rosary in one hand and a demon-subduing pestle in the other. His face was as white as jade, his facial features were gentle, and his mouth was slightly raised. His smile gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze, making people forget their worries.

The blue Taoist priest held a long sword, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, sharp eyes, gentle and handsome, and a cold and elegant temperament, as bright as the moon in the sky.

The defenders were in an uproar:

"Who are they?"

"When did they appear?"

"In the sky! I saw them flying down from the sky!"

"In the sky... Damn, they are not gods, are they?"

"Is it true? What gods? Don't they perform magic tricks?"

Han Yong stared blankly at the scene in front of him, which was like a demon, and his heart was in a mess, and his brain was blank. Tears first surged out with consciousness.

If he is really a god...

There is salvation.

Beihuang City is saved!

The young Taoist priest replied coldly: "I am not a god. I came from the mortal world to defend the city."

At the same time, several young barbarians who had finally climbed up the city wall with difficulty through the ladders under the arrows flying all over the sky had just shown their heads when they were silently pierced through the chest by the flying swords and fell heavily from the city wall to the ground.

The young monk stood in front of the city gate and said loudly: "Do you want to try what it means to be a man guarding the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it?"

The answer to them was the deafening sound of iron cavalry and the crazy roar of the nomadic people.

The war between the two and tens of thousands of iron cavalry officially began.

...

Blood, blood everywhere.

Lu Qingling had never seen so much blood in her life.

She stood on the city wall and looked far away.

The setting sun in the sky was like blood, the air was filled with strong blood, and the smell of rust could be smelled in every breath.

Smoke billowed, swords gleamed, walls and ruins were broken, shouts of killing shook the sky, and blood flowed like a river.

There were piles of corpses on both sides of the city gate, and the blood dyed the city gate scarlet.

She had never thought that mortal wars could be so tragic.

In the blood, stood a spotless yellow monk and a young Taoist priest in fluttering blue clothes.

The monk's face was as pure as jade, and the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood did not make his expression look strange. On the contrary, his eyebrows were clear and peaceful, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a compassionate smile. The hem of the light yellow monk's robe moved without wind, and the sandalwood was hidden.

Ignoring the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood around him, ignoring the iron cavalry rolling in front of him, he flicked his rosary beads, with the demon pestle in his hand stained with blood. He closed his eyes and softly recited Buddhist scriptures, as if to redeem the dead. Such an elegant and sacred appearance seemed This is not a bloody battlefield, but a Zen temple where the sound of Buddha lingers.

If an uninformed person looks at this scene, he may be reminded of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's feat of "Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha."

And her lover, Su Jian, a natural Taoist of the Linqing sect, was fluttering in blue. Even though he was exhausted, his back was still straight and he stood stubbornly in front of the city gate, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, with blood on the sword's face. The light sparkled, leaving winding traces of blood on the ground.

One of them is guarding in front of the city gate, and the other is standing on the city gate. Taking their position as the dividing point, in front of them is a sea of ​​blood and corpses with severed limbs and arms, an endless stream of barbarian troops, and behind them are towering figures. The fallen Beihuang City.

Two people, protecting a city.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go.

Even though Le Jing and Su Jian were already monks, they were still dwarfed in front of the almost endless barbarian cavalry. They were unable to defeat four people with just one fist. Even they were exhausted now.

However, their steps still did not deviate at all, and they defended the city without letting the barbarians step into the city.

After suffering tragic casualties, no matter how brave the barbarian was, he still realized the difference in force between the enemy and ourselves.

The barbarians stood still and stared in amazement at the monks and Taoists below the city who looked like gods descending to earth.

The once noisy battlefield returned to silence.

But the strange thing is that even with such heavy casualties, the barbarians were not scared away. Although they were a little panicked due to the tragic casualties, they were still calm and did not lose their morale and fled in a hurry.

A turbulent undercurrent brews in the silent silence.

The leader-looking barbarian had a solemn look on his face and loudly said something in barbarian language.

Lu Qingling subconsciously held her breath, her heart beating hard, and she vaguely realized that something dangerous was about to happen.

After a few breaths, suddenly a sharp sound came from the sky

"Who do I think they are? They are just two little kids who have just built a foundation. How dare they be so arrogant. It is unlucky for you to meet me today. You should die!"

Lu Qingling looked up and saw a purple-robed Taoist with sinister eyebrows sitting on a magic weapon that looked like a lampstand.

Evil spirits are raging and demonic spirits are permeating the air.

This is a great demon who has transformed into a human form!

The author has something to say:

The little mouse went up to the lampstand, but could not get down.

①From Baidu Encyclopedia

①Answer from Zhihu user Phoolean.