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For Beihuang City, this was indeed a world-shaking war that was worthy of being recorded in history. After several years, the city walls had decayed in the wind, and dynasties had changed generations. This war turned into a small legend and spread in the world in the name of myth.

At that time, Beihuang City was no longer called Beihuang City, but it still did not prevent the descendants from learning from their parents the legend that happened on this land a long time ago.

Legend has it that in the last years of Daliang, smoke of war was everywhere and people were living in poverty. Gods and Buddhas came to the world with guardians to subdue demons and monsters and support the country. From then on, the seas and rivers were clear and the world was peaceful.

And this is another story that happened in the far, far future.

That was a future that no one present could see.

At this time, the young Han Yong was lying exhausted in the mud, covered in blood, panting, and had a strong sense of unreality.

Victory?

They won?

They defended Beihuang City?

He barely propped himself up and stared blankly at the two backs in front of him.

Three straight figures stood in the midst of corpses. They were neither strong nor mature. Their young faces were full of youthful innocence. Their bodies were covered with wounds of all sizes, and their clothes were bloodstained. They looked nothing like fairies, but more like homeless beggars on the street.

However, these three figures were forever imprinted in the minds of all the people in the Northern Wilderness, becoming legends passed down from generation to generation and heroes in folk tales.

Han Yong thought he would always remember the scene just now:

Behind the young man, golden mist filled the air, rolled, condensed, and gradually transformed into a huge golden shadow. The shadow gradually solidified, showing a solemn image of a Vajra Arhat, holding a demon-subduing pestle, with eyes wide open, fierce and evil, and in a furious state.

With his back to the city gate, he slowly raised the demon-subduing pestle in his hand. The Arhat behind him also revealed his true body with three heads and six arms. The six hands held swords, spears, demon-subduing pestles and other weapons and attacked the Purple Cloud Immortal in the air.

The final fatal blow.

Then, the invincible enemy fell from the clouds to dust, and the arrogant pride was wiped out. In the end, justice won.

Gods and Buddhas came down to earth, and the evil demons retreated.

What is "turning the tide and supporting the building when it is about to fall?"

This is it!

A real man should be like this!

It was they who carried up the Beihuang City in the wind and rain!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha," Han Yong couldn't help laughing up to the sky, "It's really exciting, this life is worth it!"

...

Le Jing tried to straighten his back, endured the surging blood, lowered his eyes and looked at the purple-robed Taoist lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and let out a long breath.

It's so tiring.

It's more tiring than running a marathon.

Just now, he overdrew his talent, at the cost of making it difficult to improve his realm in the future, and forcibly drove the Bodhi Buddha Fruit, exerting all the power of the Bodhi Buddha Fruit, and killed the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed Taoist no longer had the previous spirit at this time. He was lying in the muddy ground with a dusty face. He could only breathe out instead of inhaling. After a few breaths, the purple-robed man became smaller and smaller, revealing his original form - what a purple-haired fat rat! This rat was about half a person's height, and it was fat and big-eared. It could be called a big rat.

Kunhuo held a little man in his mouth and came from a distance on the cloud.

Le Jing glanced at it and said clearly: "His Nascent Soul?"

"I have bitten his Nascent Soul to death. He is completely finished." Thinking of the shocked look of the little mouse before he died, Kunhuo wanted to laugh.

He should have vaguely realized his identity.

But he probably never thought that he would kill him with his own hands in the end.

Who could have thought...

Who could have thought that a ghost that was supposed to sleep underground could be resurrected?

He collected his thoughts, shook his head heartlessly and asked for credit, and asked vaguely: "Le Jing, can I eat his Nascent Soul?"

The dust and smoke rolled, and the silent cavalry was looming in the smoke. Le Jing looked at the scarlet eyes of the leading barbarian leader, who was full of hatred and fear, lowered his eyes and smiled, clasped his hands carelessly and chanted a Buddhist name, and then responded with compassion: "Buddha is merciful, please send it to heaven as soon as possible."

Kun Huo grinned, and with a puff, he tore and bit the Nascent Soul and swallowed it down.

So the little stone of Ziyun Zhenren was completely crushed by the tide of history, and in the end, only the people of Beihuang City were immortal.

Looking around, there was no sun or moon, only Beihuang.

The tragic and bloody battlefield was gradually filled with cheers, and some even sang ancient war songs, "Who says I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I share the same hatred with you!

Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I will work with you!

Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. I will go with you..."

The people cheered and danced, as if they had won the war.

Even Han Yong couldn't suppress his excitement at this time, and hugged his comrades tightly.

Victory! They won!

Wu Tie stared at the two men, one woman and one dog in front of him with fear, and a storm of upheaval in his heart was set off.

He didn't expect that it was just a northern wilderness, but it was so full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons that it attracted the peerless geniuses of Buddhism and Taoism to protect it, and was able to forcibly kill the Yuanying stage Ziyun Zhenren with the cultivation of the foundation-building period!

Although Wu Tie was not a monk, he still had some knowledge. That was why he felt so upset, bitter, envious and jealous.

The realm of cultivation is divided into Qi-inducing, foundation-building, heart-moving, golden elixir, Yuanying, out-of-body experience, Mahayana, and transcending tribulation and ascending.

The cultivators in the foundation-building stage are just getting started, and there is a huge gap between them and the cultivators in the Yuanying stage.

Three foundation-building cultivators joined forces to kill the Yuanying stage. This is no longer a feat that can be described by simple luck! If there is a ranking list of cross-level killings in the cultivation world, this move may be ranked in the top three!

Wu Tie can almost foresee how much waves this matter will cause in the cultivation world.

These three young men can ignore the realm of cultivation, the three-level gap between heart-moving, golden elixir, and Yuanying, and they rely on magic weapons and magical powers.

One of these two young men is a Buddhist child, and the other is a Taoist seed. Naturally, they have powerful magic weapons taught by their masters to protect themselves. Moreover, what is more terrifying is that they are also favored by the way of heaven, with good luck and good fortune. This is why Ziyun Zhenren capsized.

The long sword in the blue-robed Taoist's hand was full of divine light, and the sword was sharp and powerful. It could even break the demonic barrier on Ziyun Zhenren's body, leaving him with wounds of varying sizes, which was enough to prove that it was not an ordinary item. It must be at least a high-level magic weapon, or even a fairy weapon!

As for the white-robed girl, she was also talented and protected by a powerful magic weapon. Obviously, she also came from an extraordinary family and was blessed by a powerful sect.

And the yellow-robed monk...

Wutie thought that he would never forget the huge Buddha statue that emerged from behind the young monk in his life.

——It was as if the gods and Buddhas looked down from the sky to the mortal world, and happily found their relatives who moved them in the wilderness of billions of years, so they resolutely fell into the dirty mortal world and gave absolute protection to the people they liked.

This is enough to make people tremble. It is the favor of gods and Buddhas. Countless people want it but cannot get it. Wu Tie would be grateful even if he could get a little bit of it. However, the expression of the boy was calm, as if the protection from gods and Buddhas was just a common thing and not worth mentioning.

The sword of the blue-clothed Taoist priest only injured Ziyun Zhenren. It was the boy who really gave Ziyun Zhenren a fatal blow. The huge Buddha statue behind him only slapped Ziyun Zhenren with a light palm, and made him fall from the clouds. He was unable to resist and was as easy as slapping a fly.

... How jealous.

How fearful.

And there is also that beast...

Wu Tie took a careful look and happened to meet the pair of cold beast eyes. He felt like falling into an ice cave.

What is the origin of this dog!

Why is even Ziyun Zhenren so afraid of him?

He saw clearly just now that it was this beast that really killed Ziyun Zhenren.

It personally bit the escaped Yuanying of Ziyun Zhenren, completely destroying Ziyun Zhenren's hope of rebirth!

What kind of monster did they provoke this time!

Wu Tie frowned, and a deep bitterness filled his mouth.

He could easily see that the three were exhausted and might not have the strength to fight. He still had thousands of soldiers and horses in his hands, plus some magic weapons to assist him. Even if Ziyun Zhenren died, he could still capture the city.

But behind these three young people stood countless old monsters. The status of Buddhist children and Taoist seeds in Buddhism and Taoism is needless to say.

And the difficult thing about second-generation descendants like them is that beating the young will attract the old. Once the feud is established, there will only be a steady stream of old monsters coming to seek revenge in the future.

Wu Tie was born in a small family. In the past, he was afraid to avoid such a prominent cultivator and never made an enemy of him.

After all, he didn't have the support of the old monsters, and he didn't have any life-saving trump cards.

Yes, logically, he should have retreated.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth, these monsters... why did these monsters want to interfere in the war in the mortal world! Ziyun Zhenren was already their trump card. Now that Ziyun Zhenren was dead, these puppet soldiers under his command would certainly not be their opponents. Now they should retreat and minimize the losses to plan for the future.

Plan for the future...

This is the wise thing to do.

But at the moment of defeat, Wu Tie had no future.

As a defeated general, he not only lost so many soldiers in this siege, but also caused the death of Ziyun Zhenren. He had no powerful family to protect him, and he would only be executed by the Khan if he returned.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth, since he was going to die anyway, he might as well give it a try.

Although these two people killed the Zhenren, it was only a miserable victory. They were all seriously injured. Even if they were monsters, they would definitely be tired, right?

He might not have no chance.

Maybe he could survive from death.

Le Jing raised his eyelids, glared at the barbarian leader on horseback, and said coldly: "Why don't you get out of here?"

Wutie rode out of the line and said in stiff Chinese: "Cultivators should not interfere in the affairs of the mortal world."

The yellow-robed monk smiled softly, his eyes were cold, and there was a golden light behind him, which might be the Buddha's light: "It is the duty of cultivators like us to slay demons and eliminate evil."

"Where are the demons and the devils?" He grinned with a ferocious smile, "We are just ordinary mortals. You slaughtered mortals and violated the way of heaven. Be careful of the thunder and annihilation."

"You know a lot? You are colluding with the demons, so what kind of ordinary mortals are you?" Su Jian gripped the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword drew deep marks on the ground: "The way of heaven is balance. The demons have interfered in the war in the mortal world. How can we cultivators stand idly by? Naturally, we have to participate in the war to show fairness."

The leader of the barbarians sneered: "Haha, what a balance! Do you know that the way of heaven lies in unselfishness! You said that we colluded with monsters. Didn't you just drive monsters to hurt people's lives? Besides, as cultivators, you are Intervening in mortal wars, disrupting the destiny of the human race, and massacring innocent mortals, what is the difference between this and evil spirits? "

Han Yong, who was watching on the sidelines, almost laughed angrily at the opponent's slapping response!

Should he be called a barbarian who has no understanding of human nature? With such a shameless and ruthless temperament, no wonder the literati said he was unworthy of education!

Before he could curse, he heard a buzzing roar of curses coming from the city.

"Bah! Who do you think is the evil devil? It was obviously you who came to attack us first, but it was the three immortals who saved us!"

"No matter how much you say, it's useless. The three immortal elders are our benefactors. You beasts, inferior to animals, will go to the eighteenth level of hell and die a good death!"

"Yes, we all saw it! You are the evil ones who colluded with the rat demon!"

"Your rat father is dead, why don't you get out of here? You're still here chirping. Let's see how rampant you can be when your head falls to the ground!"

Han Yong leaned over and took a look, and saw that the city was still hiding behind the city gate just now, looking around. The fear on the faces of the cautious people was wiped away, and the joy of elation appeared in their eyes. The powerful methods of the three immortal leaders gave them the confidence to yell and curse with great anger. At this time, everyone was shouting and yelling, which was very unpleasant.

Le Jing listened to all the support behind him word by word, and said with a smile: "Who is righteous and who is evil? It seems that the people have a strong balance in their minds."

Wu Tie glared at those little bugs who were talking nonsense. He really didn't know how to live or die. If it wasn't the right time, he would have chopped them into pieces and fed them to the dogs!

He put away the anger boiling in his heart, gave them a stern look with a sullen face, rolled his eyes, and smiled as if nothing had happened:

"Everyone has misunderstood. I came here actually on the order of the king. Our Great Khan is merciful. I heard that the people were ravaged by the demon clan and the people were in dire straits. Therefore, I was very sad. I specially sent a certain person to lead an army to protect the people of the Northern Wilderness. A certain person came here. , not for killing, but for the sake of friendship between the two races! Please give me a convenience and don’t make things difficult for me. It will be bad if you hurt the harmony.”

The people in the city were shocked by this man's shameless ability to confuse right and wrong.

Le Jing raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, this man had a thick face, a dark heart, and was flexible and flexible. He was considered a qualified politician. In time, he might not be able to become a very popular minister.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Su Jian held his sword in front of his chest, "If you want to fight, then fight!"

Wu Tie was a little hesitant.

He originally thought that the three of them were at the end of their attack, but now it seemed that was not the case.

Although they have many wounds, their aura is stable, their lower body is stable, their attitude is tough, and they seem to still have some strength left...

He stared nervously at Le Jing's every move, his mind calculating rapidly. The horse beneath him snorted and its hooves clacked softly. The thousands of remaining soldiers behind him were as quiet as ghosts, staring silently in the silent silence.

They weren't even human in the first place.

As long as you are human, you will be afraid of death, and there is no room for cowards on the battlefield.

So before leaving, the immortal master made them all into puppets. A puppet who is unafraid of pain, brave and unafraid of death, who obeys orders and orders, and is ruthless is the best, most iron-blooded, and most loyal super soldier.

With soldiers like this around, he may not lose.

The puppet soldiers behind him gave Wu Tie some confidence. His chaotic brain regained some clarity, and he finally realized what was wrong - these two teenagers talked too much.

"I was almost deceived by you, you are stalling for time! You leapfrogged the level and forcibly killed Master Ziyun. I am afraid that your vitality will be severely damaged now. You are just saying that you are powerful now!"

Le Jing smiled calmly and said sullenly, "Then you can give it a try and see if I'm all about words."

Su Jian also sneered in cooperation: "Why are you talking so much nonsense with them? Since he is seeking death, we can help him."

"Those bastards are worthless. The three immortals took action." Han Yong clenched the machete in his hand and stepped out of the crowd. He laughed loudly and said, "Young men are not just for a living!"

As soon as this statement came out, naturally many people responded. These men had already been aroused by the battle just now, and now they were gearing up, saying that they wanted to show the barbarian how powerful he was.

Wu Tie glanced at them contemptuously, not caring about these little bugs at all. Only the monks here were worthy of his fear!

Although he had spoken with certainty just now, he was still a little hesitant in his heart. Faced with the two men's tough counterattacks, he hesitated for a few seconds and finally decided to take a gamble.

He made a gesture and ordered: "Attack!"

Then the flags rolled, the horses' hooves shook, and a silent team roared in among the rolling clouds and mist.

Le Jing sat down directly to recuperate, "Kunhuo, please." He smiled weakly and acted like a weak man supporting a willow: "The lives of the three of us are in your hands, you must protect us. ”

Kun Huo raised his head proudly and flicked his tail, "Just watch, watch me bite them all to death!"

Su Jian smiled and said: "Kun Huo is really reliable."

………

Wu Tie, who was full of confidence, was quickly slapped in the face. Those stupid mortals were naturally no match for his puppet soldiers, but he had tried all his tricks, but he had only missed the dog!

Of course he knew that this dog was very powerful, but he still subconsciously felt that a beast couldn't make any trouble, and after the battle just now, this monster probably didn't have much magical power anymore, so it wasn't anything to worry about.

But he didn't expect that this kind of dog, transformed into a giant dog, could easily block the attack of dozens of puppet soldiers and easily tear them to pieces.

Seeing the dog walking among the puppet soldiers as if it were in no one's land, and slowly approaching him, Wu Tieyue's eyes were wide open, and he no longer dared to fight, so he immediately rode back and fled.

These are monsters! monster!

He must live!

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. When he gets back, he will spend all his wealth and take care of things, so that maybe he can save... his... life...

The war horse under him suddenly staggered and fell to the ground with a cry. Wutie also fell hard. The next second, his vision went dark and he knew nothing.

A head fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Han Yong held the blood-stained blade, his vision turned black and he fell to the ground, laughing loudly: "It's so happy!"

‘If he lives while others cannot live, you can see his fate. ’②

Le Jing smiled sarcastically.

His spiritual veins are all dry now and he can't use a single spell. If it weren't for the Kun Fire, it would be really difficult for them to escape this time.

After a moment of silence:

"Ahhhhh, victory!!!"

"We won!!!!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha indeed the evil cannot prevail over the good!"

"Dad! Mom! Win! We win!"

The people inside and outside the gates of Beihuang City were rejoicing and dancing, and the noisy and joyous sounds reached into the sky. Everyone was shouting crazily, using their shouts to vent their anger.

Han Yong awkwardly climbed up from the ground, staggered, and quickly stood up. This man, who had suffered several bloody holes in his body without even frowning, bent his knees and pushed hard towards the three people who stood firm on the ground. The Living Bodhisattva kowtowed three times and said in a hoarse voice: "Little man Han Yong, dare I ask the names of the three immortals? They have decided to set up a temple of longevity and worship day and night!"

It stands to reason that such a weak voice would not be noticed amidst the deafening cheers, but what if it is not one voice, but dozens, hundreds, or even thousands or tens of thousands of voices?

Han Yong's kneeling seemed to have triggered a chain effect of dominoes. One after another, people knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to the three of them from a distance.

These people who did not want to be slaves, these warriors who bravely resisted fate, lowered their heads and bent their knees to the three bloody men standing back to back in the center of the battlefield, offering the highest respect.

Then their roars came from all directions:

"The great kindness of the immortal will never be forgotten!"

"In the next life, I would like to be a cow and a horse for the immortal, and I will make a grass ring to repay your kindness!"

"My life is destined to be immortal! From now on, I will not hesitate to go up to the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire!"

"The slave family will worship the immortal's tablet with three sticks of incense day and night!"

The cheers became fainter and fainter, and only vast gratitude floated between heaven and earth.

These weak gratitudes belonging to mortals gathered together and condensed into a roaring and tsunami of public opinion.

Le Jing silently swallowed the blood that rushed to his throat. He looked up and saw crawling figures on the top and bottom of the tower.

These people who bravely opposed the invaders and stood upright even to the death were expressing their simple gratitude by kowtow.

Lu Qingling looked at this scene almost in panic. Slowly, her eyes filled with crystal water, and the smile at the corner of her mouth grew bigger and bigger.

She still hasn't gotten the answer to why she wants to defend the city.

But she couldn't deny that the feeling of being thanked and admired by mortals was not bad.

Le Jing put his hands together and chuckled, but before he could say anything, suddenly there was a stinging pain in his forehead, heart, and eyes, and he saw a ball of bright golden light coming from far and near, running towards their direction. Behind this ball of bright golden light, closely behind There are a few slightly dim light groups.

It's Buddha's light.

This Buddha's light is still very familiar.

Le Jing has been inspired by it frequently over the past decade.

Unexpectedly, they would meet again on the battlefield.

Thinking of the conversation before going down the mountain, Le Jing's eyes grew cold. If possible, he really doesn't want to go to war with that person...

The monks from the Pure Land Sect and the Taoist priests from the Linqing Sect saw this scene when they rushed over.

Buddha and Tao Zhong stood opposite each other, both describing themselves as miserable, with bruises and blood all over their bodies. There were piles of corpses and bones at their feet, and rivers of blood flowed from them.

The people prostrated beside them, just like believers worshiping gods and Buddhas. A few rays of sunlight broke through the dark clouds and shone slantingly on their sides, adding a religious and sacred color to the scene.

Amid the overwhelming thanks, a sigh suddenly sounded.

"well."

The sound was not loud, but it passed through the sea of ​​​​people, and it rang clearly in the ears of Le Jing and others, no less shocking than thunder on the ground.

Su Jian subconsciously looked around to find the speaker. A few seconds later, a group of Taoist priests and monks came out of the city gate.

The leaders were an old monk wearing a red cassock and a Taoist priest with a white beard and blue clothes.

The old monk has a kind face and kind eyes, and the old Taoist is not angry and proud, but he doesn't seem to be a good person.

Lu Qingling sighed in her heart.

As early as when they faced Master Ziyun, Lu Qingling had already used secret methods to ask for help from the sect. The monks could travel thousands of miles in an instant, so it was not surprising that they could get here so quickly.

only……

Lu Qingling didn't expect that they would win. Not only does it make no sense for them to come here, but it will also bring them trouble...

She couldn't hide her worry and looked at Le Jing. The Dao sect was fine, but the key was the Buddhist sect... As a disciple of Buddhism, Le Jing not only did not show mercy to the world, but also went on a killing spree, even though she knew that Le Jing He killed to save others, but... he still killed after all.

The old monk walked towards them, and the prostrate crowd could not help but make way for him.

Le Jing closed his eyes, and after a brief silence, he avoided the old monk's sad eyes, lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and sighed and smiled: "Master, long time no see."

He recalled the old man's parting words in his mind again: 'If there really is such a day... I will kill you with my own hands, which is considered to be the friendship between us as master and disciple. ’

Old monk, Hui Tong looked at his most outstanding disciple with a complicated expression, and asked with a one-in-ten-thousand-percent hope: "Did you kill all these people?"

"No!" Su Jian answered first: "It was me, I..."

"I killed them." Le Jing pressed Su Jian's arm, signaling him to be silent. He looked back at the disappointment in the old monk's eyes and answered calmly: "They deserve to die."

Hui Tong seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant. He sighed: "You finally came to this step."

The young man smiled indifferently, with an indescribable clear and bright scenery, "Master, are you here to kill me?"

Hui Tong nodded: "I am your master." So I can't watch you make mistakes again and again and fall into the Shura evil way.

He looked at the Buddha, and couldn't help but persuade him with a sincere heart: "As a Buddha, you were born by the creation of heaven and earth, and your fate is precious. If you practice with peace of mind, you can achieve Bodhi in the next life. The human world is nothing but a mirage to you. After seeing through it, you will know that everything is empty. Do you still want to continue to be obsessed?"

Le Jing smiled, "I understand the master's kindness... I just can't stand it."

Yes, I can't stand it.

Not only the fool can't stand it, he can't stand it either.

In troubled times, human life is like grass, and a gust of wind can blow it down. Human nature is struggling under the pressure of the times, which is enough to shame thousands of years of civilization.

He just wants to live in a free world.

Hui Tong shook his head, "Life and death are determined by fate, and the prosperity and succession of dynasties are predetermined. Your momentary indignation can't change anything at all." The old monk turned his back to Beihuang City and said lightly: "Human power is limited. Even if you can protect this city, can you protect the world?"

Le Jing smiled, and his eyes slowly passed over the faces with different expressions on the tower. His eyes were clear, like a baby.

How could he not understand the truth in Hui Tong's mouth.

Since ancient times, China has had a saying of reincarnation every three hundred years.

There are only a few dynasties that can exceed three hundred years.

China has also had a history of being invaded by barbarians.

But China is too great, and her civilization is too great. Such a civilization with a long history, beautiful writing, and brilliant thoughts is not something that the backward and shallow grassland civilization can contend with. So in the end, those grassland tribes will be assimilated by China without exception.

If the barbarians enter China, they will be Chinese.

These peoples on horseback put down their swords and bows and got off their horses, and began to speak Chinese and drink tea.

Therefore, this barbarian invasion is just an inconspicuous ripple in the vast history of China, and it will only be a few strokes in the history books of China after several years. And China has always been the China of the Chinese nation.

But...

But...

"Master, look at them." Le Jing pointed at the eager people on the tower, "They don't know magic, they don't practice immortality. In troubled times, they are just candles that can be blown out by a breeze."

Hui Tong replied calmly: "When people die, it's like a lamp going out. This is not only true for mortals, but also for cultivators like us."

"But although the candle is small, it can illuminate others. If millions of candles burn together, they will surely illuminate the eternal night and thousands of years of civilization!" The young man stared intently at the densely packed people not far away, with an unextinguishable great Huo: "I know that I am undoubtedly a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and I am overestimating my own strength. But..." The young man answered firmly word by word: "Some things always need someone to do them. Although my power is small, if I can ignite the fire and inspire thousands of people to rise up and resist, then my actions at this time are meaningful."

"Someone once said that a spark can start a prairie fire."

"I want to try."

"I want to know whether the power of ants can defend the sky."

The flames burning in the young man's eyes almost burned Hui Tong. At this moment, he suddenly understood Le Jing's persistence and intentions.

What he did was not out of shallow sympathy, but anger, anger at fate and heaven.

He wanted to challenge the destiny and resist the fate of mortals and even monks. Even if he fell into the Shura Road and could not be recovered, he would not hesitate.

"...Even if you will be in vain and the way of life and death will disappear?"

"Even if I will be in vain and the way of life and death will disappear."

While thinking about this moment, Hui Tong almost trembled, and he couldn't help looking at Le Jing with regretful eyes.

This is their Buddhist son.

"You are too arrogant." Hui Tong said: "You are you, not others. What qualifications do you have to make decisions for others? Is your idea right? Do you know that because of your willfulness and arrogance, it may cause the destruction of lives, countless families and children, countless people's bodies exposed in the wilderness, leading to greater disasters and sins?"

Le Jing nodded: "I know." How can going against the will of heaven be smooth sailing? The road to freedom is paved with corpses, and peace must be achieved through war.

Hui Tong nodded, with more disappointment in his eyes, "You know, but you still choose to do it."

“Because…” The young man pointed at the injured people on and off the tower, smiled, with a clear fire burning in his eyes, “Master, look, the world split by the axe is full of people who are unwilling to be slaves.③”

This nation has never lacked fools who “would rather die standing than live sitting down”. It is these fools who have made up the five thousand years of character of this nation.

The author has something to say:

① “The Book of Songs Qin Feng Wu Yi”, this is the war song of the Qin State to resist the invasion of the Western Rong

② “Some People” by Zang Kejia

③ Excerpted from a sentence answered by a Zhihu user, as noted in the previous text, no further elaboration.