King Donglin, who was far away in another small world, felt a burning sensation on his face. He used his faith to make some calculations and felt depressed and crazy. It was not him who created the high and low castes. When he left, this system had already existed!
He didn’t do anything to low-caste people! Why bother him?
In the early years, he did consider whether to accept high-caste people as believers or low-caste people as followers, and finally chose high-caste people.
Because low-caste people don't have too many things, and their wishes are too difficult to realize, and he is just a magical king and cannot devote enough energy and time to deal with them.
It's different for high-caste people. They enslave a large number of low-caste people to farm for them. They spend most of their time in leisure every day. As long as they show their power and do small things for them, their faith will come rolling in. It doesn't take time.
To fulfill their wishes and maintain the firmness of their faith.
As a result, the lower caste people came to overthrow the upper caste people, and he was regarded as the culprit!
Once his faith is lost, the popularity he has accumulated in the small rope world will collapse and it will be difficult to regain it.
Donglinmen activates the secrets of faith and turns dreams into servants of God.
A golden statue melted in the rot, the upper caste people cried softly, and the lower caste people fired guns in celebration.
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person saw the blood mark on the wrist of the statue bearer, and shouted loudly, "The gods have not given up on us, he is cursed!"
The young statue bearer instantly became the focus. The young man looked at the fanatical high-caste people and the worried eyes of his companions, with tears in his eyes, "I don't want to sell my labor to high-caste people and become a lowly person just to make a living."
Slave, I don’t want to dedicate my heart to the so-called gods, lose my own opinions, and knock down the two mountains of caste system and gods. Only then can we become our own masters and upright people!"
"I will guard my companions and my career with my heroic soul. I will kill the gods with my heroic soul!" With fear in his heart, but extremely determined, he pulled out the short knife from his waist and pierced it deeply into his heart.
, "I declare my will with my blood!"
A hoarse roar floated over the temple, and the splendid temple seemed to dim a bit. The upper-caste people fell into a brief aphasia, shocked by his madness. Even the servants of King Donglin who had dreamed were woken up by fear.
, staring blankly at the blood-stained chest.
People who wanted to get rid of low-caste discrimination took the young man's body, endured their grief, and shouted together, "For eternal freedom, we will fight to the death!"
Zhan Changfeng watched this scene quietly, while Wu Feiyu, Shuo Yu, and Zuo Zhuzhi looked at her worriedly.
Such an anti-faith situation was a big psychological blow to a new prince.
Zhan Changfeng actually has no fluctuations. One regime overthrows another regime, and one dynasty replaces another. Servants want to rebel against their masters, mortals want to go against life, old age, sickness and death, and monks want to go against fate. Some of them, princes and emperors, hope to be loved by the fate of heaven and earth.
Some simply want to replace God's will. Which one is not rebelling, which one is not fighting.
Zhan Changfeng noticed their gazes and explained instead, "If you go against heaven, you are going against yourself who doesn't know what 'Tao' is. What you are fighting for is a glimmer of hope on the road."
"Walking with the heavens, following the true heart and all the ways of the universe, pursuing the 'possibility' that I pursue throughout my life, this 'possibility' means long-term vision, 'possibility' means finding the true self, and 'possibility' means digging out the true self."
The 'possibility' of one's own way is to establish an immortal path. If there are ten thousand people seeking the path, there will be ten thousand 'possibilities'."
"When I become a prince, it is my duty to stabilize the world and my selfish desire to explore the mysteries of the world. In a stable world, not everyone needs to know that I am their lord. Even, I think, my name is not revealed, and they will naturally evolve.
, is the best governance.”
"Deliberate perfection is not as good as interesting imperfection." Of course, the premise is that the world belongs to her and she has the ability to guide changes before things get out of hand.
"Belief is the icing on the cake if you have it, and let nature take its course if you don't have it." Zhan Changfeng said to them, "I hope you will accompany me on this path, not out of friendship or other reasons. I hope your choice will
I am worthy of your 'Tao', and I hope it will be helpful to your 'Tao'."
"If one day, your current choice is not suitable for you and is wrong, just leave, I will not keep you,"
Shuo Yu's eyes were slightly moist. Every time he listened to her talk, it was so appropriate and straight to his heart. What else could he ask for? It would be the best choice for him to be guided by her on this long road.
Wu Feiyu was also deeply touched, or in other words, she yearned for her world. It would be great to freely seek the truth and be a free person.
"Oh, you are really..." She sighed, and a choked voice beside her dispersed her lingering voice.
Zuo Zhuzhi cried so hard that he couldn't help himself. He said to the three people who were looking over him, "Don't look at me. I don't want to cry either. I'm just crying."
"I don't know what happened, but I started crying all of a sudden." He raised his head and tried to force the hot tears back into his eyes, but he couldn't force them back, as it seemed that they had to flow away before he could be happy.
It's really for no reason.
The unspeakable emotions that he didn't know came from inexplicably occupied his heart, making him so sad that he couldn't extricate himself. However, when he repeatedly recalled Zhan Changfeng's words, he saw a glimmer of hope for relief, and his tears couldn't stop.
.
He ran wildly for thousands of miles, crying loudly as he ran, and the sound echoed all the way...
Shuo Yu said in surprise and emotion, "He has touched the Tao so deeply, I am ashamed of myself."
"It seems that he has a lot of experience." Wu Feiyu's expression became less cool and more emotional.
Zhan Changfeng, on the other hand, thought about it in leaps and bounds. It was time to look for some precious phantom that was similar to the Mirror of Past Lives. He finally trained a Ling Jian Heavenly Lord, but once he got the Ling Jian, the true spirit awakened and it turned out to be the reincarnation of a great power.
If you want to go back to your own sect now, or if you were an evil cultivator in your previous life, it would not be fun.
If you encounter special circumstances and awaken your true spirit before taking the spirit mirror and join the Day Clan with ulterior motives, it will be even worse.
Zhan Changfeng subconsciously dispersed his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, the time in front of him seemed to have stopped, all sounds, lights and shadows were eclipsed, and the world was gray.
In front of her eyes, an old woman with a hunchback and a cane appeared. The old woman was very short in stature. She was wearing a gray and white cloak and looked up at her.
Those eyes were blind, but Zhan Changfeng seemed to see countless possibilities from them, a somewhat familiar feeling, "You are..."
"I am the incarnation of heaven in this world, help me stop him, and I will give you what you want."
As soon as the words fell, the world came alive again.
Gray and white cloak?
Are those "lower castes" that God's Will Bell belongs to?
Zhan Changfeng's thoughts cleared up, and this side of Heaven was really going to end the Age of Ending Dharma and enter the next era.
But who is he?
Zhan Changfeng felt a wave of power and looked into the temple. He saw the servant's expression slowly becoming firm. He rushed into the temple, reached into the round cauldron filled with incense candles, stirred for a while, and took out a
cloth bag, and poured something from the bag into his mouth.
ah!
He roared and flew into the air, transforming into a mighty yellow-armored general, wearing a battle robe. Thousands of golden lights surged thousands of miles away, shining with divine power and illuminating the sky and the earth.
"Who dares to touch my golden statue!"
The upper castes were shocked and ecstatic, shouting for the gods to show themselves.
The lower castes are confused and panicked. Is this the end of the world?
Zhan Changfeng became solemn, it was him.
When he shows up at this time, he must be fighting for his faith. Once she intervenes, she will block his path and harm Dao Ji. Without any other reason, King Donglin and the Donglin Dynasty will definitely fight her. The Day Clan will live and die.