Sikong Haoxuan's voice had a feeling that Beichen could not understand. The voice seemed so far away, like a different world, "In that distant east, there was a great nation. During their Warring States Period, the world fought and killed all over their lands. People were shrouded in the war. All countries had expansion ambitions, and no one cared about the devastation of the creatures in the world."

"In the protracted murder, people found that a monk always appeared in various countries and battlefields. He tried to use his powerful martial arts and the mercy of the Buddha to stop wars one after another. But people who were filled with ambitions in various countries did not care about him, because everyone in the world knew that he never killed people. The sword in his hand was a sword of compassion. Sadly, the monk prayed for the creatures in the world for a lifetime, and influenced the people in troubled times by not killing, and could not stop the wars in the world. But those who were looking forward to peace still remembered his name, Haizang, Haizang monk."

"Some people in the world know that before the death of Monk Haizang, they suddenly realized something and created the "No Killing Sword Technique" to remain in the world. Rather than saying that it was a sword technique, it was a profound Buddhist scripture. Many years have passed, and people believe that the "No Killing Sword Technique is the best killing sword in the world, but no one has ever been able to understand it."

Sikong Haoxuan looked at Beichen deeply, "Beichen, I think you may understand this sword technique. You are compassionate and kill to avoid killing." Sikong Haoxuan waved his hand and saw a pile of thick booklets appear beside him, "Just look here, when do you understand, when do we talk about the dead camp?"

Beichen, who looked ignorant, picked up a booklet casually. Unconsciously, he was deeply attracted by the contents in the booklet, and his expression slowly became focused.

Beichen's condition at this time made Sikong Haoxuan breathe a sigh of relief. He was not sure that Beichen could understand the culture of another world just now. Now it seems that he is indeed destined to be with Buddha. "It's not in vain that I spent countless days and nights to sort out this memory that is not witchcraft. The Buddhist scriptures hidden deep in my memory may not be simple." Sikong Haoxuan slowly sank into the concentration, and the tent returned to silence, with only the sound of Beichen flipping the booklet.

The war on the southern Xinjiang battlefield was ignited by the Sacre Empire, which was much more intense than people thought, and the degree of tragedy was also increasing day by day.

In just ten days, the 10,000 dead camps filled with 10,000 people consumed nearly half of the prisoners. The battlefield in southern Xinjiang is like a huge meat mincing machine, consuming the vitality of both sides at an extremely fast speed.

Beichen had never escaped a war in the past ten days, but he was not in any way slaughtering. Nanxing was always there, and the slaughtering aura soared into the sky, making the elite soldiers of the Blizzard Legion feel sad. Sikong Haoxuan had never gone out since he entered the camp. He neither went out to fight nor killed the enemy, because he was the son of the governor, and the soldiers of the Blizzard Legion did not dare to take compulsory measures against him.

Beichen was still in the white cloth robe, walking quietly into the camp tent, sitting next to Sikong Haoxuan, gently flipping through the thick booklet, but there was an unconcealed look of fatigue between his eyebrows.

"The battle is very fierce. I'm very curious. Why did you get off the battlefield and you didn't have the killing aura on your body?" Sikong Haoxuan asked with his eyes closed.

Beichen made a familiar and unfamiliar position for Sikong Haoxuan. He clasped his hands together and his eyebrows were lowered, "Little monk, I haven't killed him, so how can I kill you?"

Sikong Haoxuan, who opened his eyes, couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Beichen. Can a person's temperament undergo earth-shaking changes in ten days? Is the person in front of him really a human in this world?

Beichen turned over the last page of the booklet and gently put down the thick booklet, "Fourth Young Master, the little monk can talk to you about the death camp."

Sikong Haoxuan was still a little unbelievable. The change of the person in front of him seemed to be even more strange than witchcraft. "What do you want to say."

"I want you a promise."

"What can you give?"

"As long as the dead camp is immortal, the little monk will always be the sword in your hand."

After Beichen finished speaking, he walked out of the tent. Sikong Haoxuan called him behind him, "Did you realize it?"

Beichen did not look back, but Sikong Haoxuan knew that he seemed to recite a small passage of scripture, "Kill means not killing, not killing means killing, Amitabha Buddha."

When he came to this world, Sikong Haoxuan showed dementia for the first time, "Amitus Buddha? What monster did I make?" He asked himself in his heart, and I am afraid that no one except him could answer his question, the first monk in Yage continent.

A pile of thick booklets around Sikong Haoxuan turned into dust after Beichen walked out of the tent.

The Sacre Empire seemed to have readjusted their strategic layout and invested four legions of troops on the short Taiken Pass. They put on the Helsey Grassland with the intention of winning.

Yu Aicheng, the first and second Sachs, posed a huge threat to Tianying City. Sikong Zhan returned to Tianying City overnight and held an emergency military meeting to defend the threat of four legions with one legion of Blizzard, and his power seemed too weak.

The meeting lasted until midnight, and everyone did not discuss a proper solution. The exhausted Sikong Zhan had to announce that he would discuss it tomorrow.

Sikong Zhan, who was pinching his eyebrows, said to Sikong Wuwo beside him: "Wuwo, the battle has been fierce during this period. Your brother has no mistakes on the battlefield."

Sikong Wuwo's ​​eyes flashed and hesitated: "Fourth brother, fourth brother has never been to the battlefield. Since he entered the dead camp, he has been hiding in the camp and has never come out."

"Pa" Sikong Zhan slapped his thick palm on the table and said coldly: "You go and notify the commander of the Blizzard's Fifth Battalion. The fifth dead camp will not raise waste. If there are prisoners who do not go to the battlefield, they will kill them on the spot!!"

"Yes, father, I'll go now."

The meaning of Sikong Battle quickly reached Sikong Haoxuan's ears. He looked at the Fifth Battalion Commander of Blizzard who had withdrawn from the camp and sighed slightly, "Battlefield, I dare not be interested in the battlefield, what can I do?"

The dead camp was indeed full of talents. After Beichen's introduction, Sikong Haoxuan met a dwarf blacksmith. The poor blacksmith was imprisoned for killing a nobleman. He was in trouble and received a solicitation order from the dead camp when his sentence ended one day.

"Can you understand the picture?" Sikong Haoxuan pointed to the pattern in the dwarf's hand and said.

"Fourth Young Master, you can understand the picture, but I don't know what it means." The dwarf answered honestly.

"As long as you can create it, you don't need to understand what it means." Sikong Haoxuan was a little helpless about the dwarf's rigidity.

The dwarf said seriously: "If I don't understand the meaning of this picture, then the things I create will lose their soul."

Talk about souls in front of the great witch? He is really brave. Before Sikong Haoxuan could speak, Beichen next to him said, "I know what it means, I will turn around and explain it to you."

The Sacre Empire did not launch a new attack for two days, but this pre-war calm made the atmosphere of the entire dead camp very depressed. Two days later, Beichen held a half-meter long hand and a wide palm. He was embossed with hundreds of Buddha's knives and sent it into Sikong Haoxuan's camp.

—Fukule knife.

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I'll update it in advance today. The festival is over soon, everyone is having fun :)
Chapter completed!