Since you are on the stage, you cannot be an audience member. You are always forced to be dragged into this tragic and happy drama and play your own role, even if it is the male protagonist who is destined to have a tragic ending.
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion stood in front of the stage, with minor or serious injuries on their bodies, but as long as they could still stand, they would not let go of the swords in their hands and stick to the area in front of them.
Just like Sword Saint Liu Bai and Liu Yiqing, the foot in front of them is their territory. The Southern Jin Dynasty has been completely occupied by the Xiling Temple, so the foot in front of them is their final homeland.
Long Qing knew that they would not get out of the way, so he slowly raised his right hand, and at some point he picked up a black peach blossom between his fingers, and his gray eyes swept over their bodies.
These men of the Southern Jin Dynasty perfectly fulfilled the promise made by their master. They fought until the last moment and did not let anyone get close to Ye Su until they all stopped breathing.
They know that death is coming, but they have no fear - Liu Bai once stabbed Haotian with his sword on Peach Mountain. They are Liu Bai's disciples and disciples. They have inherited the sword intention and have never forgotten the roaring Yellow River. So no matter what
Haotian's Kingdom of God or Pluto's Abyss, what's more terrifying?
Death did not come immediately, because Chen Pipi walked out from behind Ye Su, walked to the disciples of Jiange, looked at Long Qing and said: "Do you want the Taoist sect to be destroyed?"
Long Qing looked at the sky that was getting brighter and brighter. He was silent for a long time, and then said: "You should know very well that this is the teacher's will, and I am just the executor."
Chen Pipi's questions were somewhat headless, and Long Qing's answers were also somewhat incomprehensible. It seemed that he recognized the other party's statement that this war to annihilate Protestantism was the beginning of the destruction of Taoism.
In fact, to understand this conversation, you only need to think about why the Taoist sect tolerated Ye Su preaching in the world for several years, and why it only decided to kill him now.
Ye Su used to be a leader in the Taoist sect, but now he is the most important and indispensable figure in the Protestant religion. But he also has another identity - he is Ye Hongyu's most beloved brother.
If Ye Su is killed, then Ye Hongyu will rebel, even if the Taoist sect kills her as well. But the Xiling Temple will inevitably fall into chaos until it splits. In this case, how can one dare to win the Academy and the Tang State? If this war is because of
This reason led to the final victory of the Tang State. How can Taoism continue to exist in the world?
Long Qing's eyes crossed Chen Pipi and the Jiange disciples and landed on Ye Su. Ye Su was looking at the books on the case in trance, seeming to be thinking about some difficult problem.
"The day he wrote the Protestant doctrine, the foundation of the Taoist sect was destroyed by him... The Taoist sect that no longer needs to believe in Haotian has too much appeal to those stupid humans, and no one can reverse this trend, so
He must die. The Taoist Gate is divided? The embankment collapses and the floods flood. Do you still have to dig soil and fill the embankment with water? "
Long Qing paused for a moment, looked at the dissipating white smoke of the Taoist Temple in the distance, and said expressionlessly: "What's more, she is already dead, who can turn around?"
Yes, that white smoke has risen, then Ye Su's fate is already doomed, and the opposite is the same. Since Daomen wants to kill Ye Su, then Ye Hongyu's fate is also doomed.
For more than ten years, the brother and sister have met only a few times, and their relationship seems not deep, or even indifferent, but in fact, everyone knows that their fate has always been linked, and if they want to be killed, they must all be killed.
Ye Su picked up his pen and wrote a sentence on the paper. Then he raised his head, looked at Long Qing and said, "It's not difficult for me to die. Why do you have to do so many things and kill so many people?"
Long Qing bowed and saluted, stood up straight and said: "Senior brother, I am too humble. To kill you is the most difficult decision to make. Teacher has been awake all night because of this. How can a Taoist sect dare not be cautious?"
Ye Su said thoughtfully: "Killing one person will lead to the death of thousands. It seems that I deserve death."
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More than two thousand cavalrymen from the Xiling Temple filed in from various city gates. The armored horses looked particularly scary with only their eyes and noses exposed. The knights on the horses were also fully armored.
The black armor is engraved with gold lines, which are extremely dazzling.
According to the Taoist practice, or directly the tacit agreement with the Tang State, the total number of cavalry guards in the Xiling Temple cannot exceed a certain limit. However, with the previous war against the Tang Dynasty, this practice has long ceased to exist.
With the gold and silver resources enshrined, the army was greatly expanded. Today, the total number of cavalry guards has exceeded 20,000, and they have the strength and confidence to compete with the heavy armored cavalry of the Tang Dynasty.
Two thousand cavalrymen followed Hengmu Liren and went north to Qinghe County. At this time, they were suppressing those preparatory rebels who wanted to go to the Tang Dynasty in Yangzhou City. However, these two thousand cavalrymen went straight from Taoshan into the Song Dynasty, quietly.
He went into hiding and followed Long Qing on his mission to suppress the Protestant believers.
Using such a powerful military force to deal with thousands of unarmed Protestant believers and a very small number of Jiange disciples is a complete overkill. It can also be said to be a careful arrangement. From this, we can see the determination of the Taoist sect. They are absolutely
We will not allow Yesu to continue to live, nor will we allow the Protestant religion to continue to develop.
The armored heavy cavalry were extremely heavy, and the horses' hooves trampled on the city streets, making a dull thumping sound. When two thousand cavalry advanced at the same time, the intensive sound of hoofbeats turned into a heavy rain, and it was a thunderstorm.
The cavalry was running at high speed with a cold expression, not paying attention to what it hit. People in the streets and alleys of the city ran away, and there were panicked screams everywhere, as well as screams after being knocked down.
The streets were filled with smoke and dust, and the few vendors who had managed to escape from the horses' hooves huddled outside a tea shop with pale faces, trembling and speechless as they watched the cavalry fleeing in the dust.
A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar did not hide at the street corner like other people did. Instead, he carried his luggage and headed forward. Covered with dust and sweat, he was heading in the same direction as the cavalry.
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Long Qing pointed to the small courtyard next to the square and the pile of firewood in the broken wall. He looked at Ye Su and said, "I spent one night piling up these firewood. Please ask senior brother to come up."
What are you going up there for? Of course it's not to see the scenery. Although the firewood pile is higher than the ground and you can see farther, standing there, the scenery in your eyes must be red, maybe blood or flames.
Ye Su glanced at him and said nothing. He lowered his head and continued writing, saying, "Wait until I finish writing this paragraph."
There was no impatience on Long Qing's face, because he didn't need to be patient. He walked forward. If he had waited a little longer, maybe this would become a very legendary story in the history of religion. But he didn't care about destroying this beauty.
The swords of the sword pavilion disciples came forward.
He waved his hand, the spades bloomed, and the sword formation suddenly went into chaos.
At this moment, Ye Su stopped writing, raised his head and said, "I'm done."
What he wrote was not notes, nor was it Protestant teachings. It was travel notes.
It’s not the travel notes he wrote while escaping among the countries these days, but the travel notes he wrote many years ago when he went to various countries to explore the issues of life and death after seeing the black line in the wasteland. However, the last one was written in numbers.
Chang'an City years ago.
In that city of Chang'an, there was a small Taoist temple, and he lived in the Taoist temple for a long time. He built houses for his neighbors, saved money for the Taoist priests, argued with the elder brother of the academy, and negotiated prices with street vendors.
The realization he gained when he traveled to various countries many years ago really blossomed in Chang'an City. The so-called exploration of life and death had real meaning. He gained a lot, and those gains followed Jun Mo in front of the Qingxia Gorge.
The sword officially broke out of its shell, and gradually took shape as the smell of sewage in the back alley in Linkang City gradually faded away.
This is the context of the formation of the Protestant doctrine. It is simple to sum up, but in fact it is complex. The Protestant doctrine is based on the Xiling Canon. It integrates the concepts of the academy and is ultimately determined by Ye Su's contemporary writings. There are no numerous works and it cannot be explained.
Ye Su himself only had time to write a few volumes of teachings and no longer had time to complete this work, so he spent his last time writing this travelogue.
This travelogue has a total of 5,041 words. It is only narration without comment. It only writes about what I saw and heard without any reasoning. It only contains compassion and self-improvement without begging or yearning for the afterlife. It is simple but very extraordinary.
This travelogue is all about one thing: living.
What exactly is faith? What is the meaning of believers' faith? That is what the doctrine needs to explain. That is the work of the followers. What Yesu wants to say is just to live.
How to live, why to live, and how to live happily? This travelogue does not give any answers. It just points out a way through the description of those urban lives and the nostalgia of those sufferings and happiness.
To live well, you must have faith—believe in yourself.
What belongs to oneself belongs to oneself, what belongs to the temple belongs to the temple, what belongs to the world belongs to the world, and what belongs to Haotian belongs to Haotian.
This is the truth, or the way, that Yesu wants to tell his believers.
At this time, he finally finished writing this travel note, put it on the desk, then blew a few breaths on the wet ink on the paper, spread it out to dry, facing the early morning sky, just to show it to the sky.
He wants God to take a look at this travelogue, he wants God to take a look at the real world recorded in the travelogue, and he wants God to understand what the world really wants and what it doesn’t want.
Long Qing stopped and looked at the papers on the case, feeling slightly uneasy.
Yesu stood up and said to the people: "We ourselves are the road, truth and life. If we follow ourselves, we will get out of the dark valley and get the greatest joy."
He said these words yesterday. At that time, the snow was blowing and the clouds were opening, and the light from the sky fell on him. It coated him with a golden edge and was dotted with snowflakes, making him look like a god or a saint.
Today, after he finished writing his travel notes, he said this sentence again. No snow had fallen, the clouds in the sky had dispersed, and the sky was blue, but the morning light suddenly became brighter, illuminating his figure extremely clearly.
He is no longer just coated with a layer of golden light. Looking from the eyes of the believers in the square, he is shining in the morning light with his back to the bright red sun. He is the morning light that represents hope.
The tree next to the broken wall of the small courtyard was shattered into pieces by the impact of Tang Xiaotang and Long Qing, leaving only a half-foot-tall remnant on the ground. At this time, the morning light leaked by Ye Su's side actually gave birth to new branches and leaves.
, the tender green branches and leaves trembled gently in the morning breeze, looking very delicate, but full of infinite vitality.
Starting from the last stroke of a stroke, or from the travel notes being spread out for the blue sky to read, or from the sound of reading in the back alleys, or perhaps even as early as the Taoist temple in Chang'an City, Ye Su and the people he later founded
Protestantism, representing a certain part of mankind, began to compete with Heaven for rights, or to ask Haotian to take back the rights that originally belonged to mankind. From that moment on, history began to be rewritten.
The morning light is bright, the blue sky and white clouds, the cold wind and snow have gone nowhere, the rising sun embraces his body, and the light shines on the whole world. It looks like a miracle, but it is not, because this magical scene has nothing to do with Haotian.
It's just the blending of the nature of heaven and earth with an ordinary person, which is his own brilliance.
The believers who were frightened by the blood and fled everywhere looked at this scene and gathered together again. Ignoring the intimidation of the priests, deacons and cavalry, they rushed towards the stage, wanting to get closer to Ye Su.
The morning sun shines on the world, and Ye Su's body is like a transparent glass, carrying the sunlight, and then spreading it to the world. The light travels so far that it actually illuminates the streets in the distance.
Ordinary people who had just woken up or who had not slept all night, and pedestrians who were hiding from the iron hooves of the cavalry under the street eaves, all saw the light in the square and the man in the morning sun. They were shocked and a little confused.
, subconsciously moved his steps and walked over there, where the crowds of people were gradually converging into an ocean.
Thousands of people who were already in the square were Protestant believers. They were deeply touched by this scene and were even more shocked. Looking at Ye Su in the morning sun, the believers knelt down silently to express their respect and love.
Ye Su stood in front of the rising sun, with his back to the light, looking at Long Qing, the priests and deacons in front of him, and the thousands of Protestant believers in the square, and said this.
His voice was very calm, not deliberately fanatical, and his emotions were also very calm. He was different from those famous orators or saints in the history of religion, but what he said seemed to have some kind of magic, and every word followed his words.
It floats in the morning wind and shines brightly in the morning light, like an unshakable prophecy.
Long Qing did not stop him from speaking because he also wanted to know what Ye Su would say and what he would prophesy at this moment. The believers listened extremely seriously and attentively.
"When eternal night comes, the brilliance of the sun will be completely covered, and the sky and the earth will be plunged into darkness. People will rejoice because that is the real life."
Ye Su's voice floated in the quiet square, like the sound of cicadas in the forest, frogs in the pond, wind on the cliffs, and waterfalls in autumn, making the world quieter.
In the quiet world, people listened carefully, as if hearing the teachings of a saint, and then they began to think. Even Long Qing lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
If this is a prophecy, what does this prophecy...predict?