Rujing

In the turbulent autumn of that year, a traitor appeared on the side of the Daoist sect, who sold the hidden position of Jiang Rujing and a team of Daoist cultivators to the Demon Sect, and attracted the twelve great powers of the Demon Sect to encircle and suppress them. After a hundred days of fierce fighting, Jiang Rujing and a The Yuanying stage disciples escaped.

All four of the traitor's disciples were captured by the Demon Sect, that's why they betrayed Jiang Rujing and others.He fled to the Brahma Temple, voluntarily shaved ordained and became a monk, and escaped into the Buddhist sect to seek the protection of the Buddhist sect and the Taoist sect to let him survive.

In the Prajna Hall, Jiang Rujing pressed her every step of the way. The traitor cried bitterly and repented. The Buddhists were silent, and then the traitor cut off his arm and knelt down to beg for forgiveness. The gaze of a lone wolf forced him back.

Finally, the old abbot of Buddhism stood up and struck the traitor Tianling Gai with his Zen stick, killing him directly. Then he shouted the Buddha's name and said, "Only in this way can I, the Buddha, forgive you."

Only in this way can I forgive you.

Buddha saves sentient beings and loves the world, but it is not without principles.Buddha can accept all evils, but he cannot accept all evils on behalf of others.Buddha can forgive you, but you have to pay the price.

If there is no bottomless Buddha, then it must be a fake Buddha.

Jiang Rujing thought, the Buddha that the king met was probably a fake Buddha.

Otherwise, how can the serious crime of killing relatives be forgiven for escaping into Buddhism?

What a terrible world must this be to disregard black and white and only talk about faith?

King Zhandoluo's expression was half a smile, not a smile, but a cry, "Isn't this ridiculous?"

Jiang Rujing couldn't put it on any longer, shook her head, and said, "If I had been there at that time, I would have killed you no matter how far away I was, and I would never tolerate it!"

King Zhandoluo's expression changed suddenly, "You want to kill me?"

With a cold face, Jiang Rujing said with a dignified and solemn expression, "You committed the crime of murdering relatives, shouldn't you be killed? Your old father and the whole dynasty are only afraid that they are sick, so they will let you go because you hid in the Buddhist gate! "

Hearing what he said, King Zhanduoluo's expression softened a little, "You're right!"

Jiang Rujing frowned and asked, "Why did they let you go?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the handsome and beautiful face of King Zhandoluo, and he said with endless hatred in his tone, "I will take you there to have a look, and you will know."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and clasped Jiang Rujing's shoulders, a black air surged up from his body and spread towards Jiang Rujing's body along his arms, covering the two of them in an instant. Jiang Rujing only had time to hear An Ting's exclamation, and then Lost consciousness due to excessive dizziness.

He first heard a very loud commotion, and then felt the scorching sun covering it.

When I opened my eyes, I saw many monks in apricot robes and believers with crazy expressions.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"Burn this blasphemer! Send her to hell!"

"Yes! To hell with her! To hell with her!"

Waves of angry cries filled Jiang Rujing's eardrums, he felt himself being pushed a few times, and at the same time heard small, malicious laughter, and then fell down the cold stone steps, his cheeks rubbed against the hot On the loess, pain came from all over the body.

Looking up, he saw a three-foot-high execution platform, and a woman was tied prostrate on the ground by fine iron chains.She was very thin, her bones were protruding, and she was almost pressed to the ground by the iron chains wrapped around her body, shivering uncontrollably.

Jiang Rujing's eyes happened to meet the woman's eyes, and the woman was startled, and then tears flowed down her bloody face, sobbing.

Jiang Rujing heard two words coming out of her throat: "Mother..."

Um?Jiang Rujing was startled, and then realized that she couldn't control her body at all. She lowered her head again and saw the thin hands and the tiny shadow on the ground.

Is this possessing a child?

Thinking about what King Jandara said, could it be that the body I possessed was the King Jandara when he was young?

Just as I was thinking about it, I realized that I was actually the young King Chandora got up and climbed onto the execution platform with short feet and short hands.

I only heard an angry shout from behind: "Zhan Duo Luo!"

Jandoro froze when he heard the words, turned his head timidly, and looked up the stairs that he fell down just now, and there was an elderly man surrounded by a crowd staring at him angrily.

"Father...I..." Zhan Doro called out weakly like a mosquito.

"Bring him back!" The old king's face was particularly ferocious in the eyes of the child. Two armored soldiers rushed forward, each took the child's arm, and almost dragged him to the old king. In front of him, he threw it on the ground with a "slap".

The old king took two steps, and his huge figure stood in front of the small child, so that the child almost had to raise his head ninety degrees to see his face.

He bent down and pinched Zhan Duoluo's chin. Jiang Rujing could feel the touch like sticky insects, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

He slowly moved his face closer to Chandoro, almost pressing his entire face against it. The soft skin, wrinkles like an old orange tree, and dense brown spots made Jiang Rujing uncomfortable, and his cloudy and yellow eyes seemed to see Seeing a ghost staring at Zhan Doro, with a movement of his wrist, he turned Zhan Doro's face to the direction of the execution platform below, and opened his mouth with a foul smell: "Look, this is the end of disrespecting gods and Buddhas!"

Then he pinched Zhan Doro's chin and let go, stood up and said to a solemnly dressed law enforcement monk next to him: "It's time to start."

The law enforcement monk nodded, took a booklet from the young novice next to him, walked down the steps slowly, went up to the execution platform, and opened the booklet.

The surrounding crowd suddenly quieted down, their expressions varied, but they were all like the eve of a volcanic eruption.

"Princess Namrata, who wrote "The Suffering Asri", slandered my Buddha, led heretics to blaspheme our people's beliefs, and created chaos. The crime is unforgivable! My Buddha is merciful, the king is merciful, and now I will kill him Go to Avici Great Hell, suffer eighteen kinds of punishments, and execute them immediately!"

After the words fell, all the believers and people immediately broke the silence and cheered loudly.

Only the heart-piercing cries of a six-year-old child seemed insignificant in the cheers of the whole world.

The eighteen punishments of Avici Great Hell, the young Chandoro watched for eighteen days, and Jiang Rujing also watched for eighteen days.The inhuman punishment stopped every time the thin woman was about to die, and then some servants offered precious medicine to hang her life, so that the eighteen punishments could be carried out one by one.

"Why didn't you just kill her? Why did you force a child to watch something like this?" Jiang Rujing roared in Zhan Doro's body, "You are Buddhists, why are you so cruel?"

No. On the 18th day, the law enforcement monk knocked a huge iron nail into the woman's head, ending her suffering.

"Where is the Buddha?" he heard the young Jantra ask himself.

Then the child's eyes passed over the cheering and crazy people, and fell to the top of the stupa far away. His immature voice was hollow and desperate: "The Buddha has been used by others, and I am going to save the Buddha."

Jiang Rujing was still angry, her eyebrows were raised high, her eyes were full of fire, and she kept walking back and forth in the sea of ​​memories of her childhood Zhan Duoluo, "What the hell is this place? Zhan Duo Luo, what did you show me? I don't want to read it ! Let me go back!"

However, no matter how he struggled, he still couldn't leave Chandoro's body and this piece of memory, and he could only read it bit by bit day by day.

Five years have passed, Jiang Rujing is going crazy, this child is living an unnatural life!He was ridiculed by other brothers and sisters who were also princes and princesses, bullied by ordinary believers, and driven by monks and saints as servants.Every night he kneels in front of the Buddha statue and kowtows a thousand times, every time he kowtows, he has to recite in his mouth——

"My mother is a sinner. She must be tortured in the ear-nose hell forever and cannot be released. I am the son of a sinner. I must kneel before the Buddha and serve every envoy of the Buddha. I will never stop."

"Enough! Enough! Stop talking!" Jiang Rujing roared, "It's not your fault! You are not guilty! Neither is your mother!"

Five years is enough for him to understand many things.

The old king, Mo Kejie, was born in an ordinary family that raised wild birds. When he was young, there was a war, so he took advantage of the chaos to revolt, conquered the largest territory in the Mesopotamia, and established this huge country.During the middle age, he vigorously promoted Buddhism, and in his later years, his admiration for Buddhism became more and more extreme.He established a strict caste system, with senior monks at the top of the pyramid, military and political figures at the second level, ordinary believers at the third level, and ordinary people engaged in other merchants and farmers at the bottom.

Jandoro's mother Namrata came from a second-tier family. When she married the old king at the age of 16, the old king was already 60 years old.When Namrata was pregnant with Zhan Doro, in order to avoid the calculations of the harem, she petitioned to worship the Buddha in the largest Buddhist temple in the capital, but in the Buddhist temple, she saw scenes that destroyed her long-standing recognition.

It took her five years to write the book "The Passion of Asri" in anger and suspicion. The book spread instantly when it was completed, arousing a considerable part of the people's resistance to religion.Then by chance, she joined a mutual aid society, dedicated to helping those who were oppressed by religion, but was exposed by her maid.

Her maid is a devout believer.

In the dynasty of this period, religion had almost overshadowed royal power, but the old king liked it very much, and even did everything to please religion.

Jiang Rujing calmed down, and through Zhan Doluo's eyes, he saw the compassionate expression of the god statue above his head, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

"No wonder you said that."

— "They did terrible things to me."

Using these kinds of methods to deal with a woman and a young child, is it more than "terrible" to describe it?

Jiang Rujing had no choice but to continue watching.

When Zhan Duo Luo was 13 years old, the Buddhist guru Mana Po went out to celebrate the national celebration.

It was also in this year that the disciples of Master Manapa took off their monk robes and voluntarily returned to secular life.

This vulgar young man has a face like a pure lotus in front of a Buddha and an elegant and steady smile.

Jiang Rujing saw him save Chandoro who had been beaten by his servants, and heard him say, "Poor boy, what did they do to you?"

The author has something to say:

Li Mengxin where are you...

Namrata is the name of a beautiful woman from the heroine of the Indian movie "Heavenly Marriage".

Then is the Yuetiao Dynasty very familiar feeling?Hee hee, originated from the Maurya Dynasty in ancient India.

In addition, it is reasonable to refer to the invention of papermaking in the Song Dynasty of my country more than 1000 years ago and spread it, and it is also reasonable for the Yue Bird Dynasty to have book paper more than 1000 years ago.Censorship party!

In the end, I am definitely not in black Buddhism, please treat the believers who read this paragraph rationally.