Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Who is Who?
Liu Yiqing asked when the academy would take action, and what she meant was Qinghe County. As long as Qinghe County was taken down, the Southern Jin Dynasty would be integrated with the Tang Dynasty Alliance. It would not be so easy for the Xiling Temple to take action.
The goal of Xiling Temple to take action was naturally the Southern Jin. The Southern Jin Kingdom was strong, and if the Taoist sect wanted to defeat the Tang Kingdom, how could it give up here? What's more, the Southern Jin Kingdom had always been the sphere of influence of the temple.
Liu Yiqing was going to say something else. At this time, Tang Xiaotang returned from buying vegetables. He was inconvenient to say more, so he bowed and said goodbye to the two of them, and left with the disciples of Jiange outside the house.
Chen Pipi looked at the disciples of Jiange who were gradually disappearing in the dusk and remained silent for a long time. He knew that Nan Jin was under great pressure from the Xiling Temple, especially in recent times.
Ning Que and Sangsang were trapped by the Buddha into the chessboard. For ordinary people, this is naturally a secret, but for him who can keep in touch with the academy, it is not a secret.
Because of this sudden change, the initial plan formulated by the academy had to make corresponding adjustments, how could his father, and especially his father, miss such an opportunity?
"I have practiced Taoism since I was a child. I have been free from obstacles and have been praised by the people in the temple as a genius who is rare in a thousand years. Later, I entered the academy and took the exam in the sixth subject. I was directly summoned by my teacher to the second floor and became a college.
A part of the mountain entered the realm of knowing fate in a daze. Practicing has never been difficult for me."
Chen Pipi stood in front of the window, looking at the direction of Chang'an City and continued, "Or because of this, or because I don't want to compete with my senior brother for Taoism. I am actually very careless about practice and I am not interested in things like power.
However, now, I have become a useless person, and I can no longer practice, and I can no longer have the same strength as before, or even stronger power as before, but I suddenly begin to long for power."
He wants to help the academy do something, so he desires strength.
Tang Xiaotang walked to him, held his hand, and said, "Don't worry too much."
“There is no way not to worry.”
Chen Pipi's two most beloved senior brothers - Jun Mo and Ye Su. They are all doing the most difficult things now. Whenever they think of these, they feel anxious.
Tang Xiaotang said: "Uncle Fourth Master wrote to him that he was trying to open a chessboard in the academy, but there was no way. Why don't you seem to be worried about this?"
Chen Pipi said: "The Buddha's chessboard cannot trap Ning Que."
Tang Xiaotang was puzzled and asked, "Why?"
Chen Pipi said: "Because he is with Haotian."
Tang Xiaotang said, "But... the Buddha just wants to destroy Haotian?"
Chen Pipi said: "Even if the Buddha can really calculate the affairs of his life and death, and can calculate Haotian clearly, the Buddha cannot calculate Ning Que, he is a variable himself."
Tang Xiaotang believed in him very much. Since he said he didn't need to worry, she really didn't worry anymore. Her expression became clear and she said, "To celebrate, eat more rice tonight?"
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "No. Still no appetite."
Tang Xiaotang was a little confused and asked, "What are you still worried about?"
"Since this matter is related to Taoism, it must be the arrangement made by my father. No matter whether the Buddha's chessboard can trap Haotian and Ning Que, I'm afraid that Haotian will eventually return to the Kingdom of God."
Chen Pipi said: "At that time, the war on earth will start again. Can the academy still hold on? Whenever I think of this, I eat like chewing wax, and I have no appetite. I can only eat five bowls tonight."
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In a certain city in Song State, Ye Su stood in an old courtyard of a broken Taoist temple, and was explaining some chapters in the Xiling Buddhist scriptures in a warm manner to more than ten newly developed believers.
After leaving Linkang City, he washed away from the world. He hoped to spread the Protestant doctrine more widely and awaken more poor believers. Finally, he came to Song State, which is the most powerful Taoist sect, and the people are ruling Haotian.
Faith the most pious kingdom to preach.
The light-colored cloth shirt on his body was slightly moved by the slightly wet breeze blowing from the sea, and the stains on it were very obvious. It emitted a faint stench, and it must have been smashed by many rotten eggs.
It is naturally much more difficult to preach in the State of Song than in Linkang City. He chose this place and was mentally prepared, but he did not expect that the hostility of the people would come so directly.
Several broken bricks flew over from the other end of the wall and landed on the ground, making a muffled sound, and then shattered into several pieces, scaring the dozen believers, and they looked pale and a little panicked.
Immediately afterwards, the wooden door of the Taoist temple was savagely kicked open, and dozens of people rushed in with sticks, constantly cursing and filthy words. Two children mixed in the adults' team, looking at these scenes excitedly,
He was holding the bricks in his arms and was eager to try it out, but he thought that the broken bricks were thrown away by them.
Rotten eggs and rotten vegetables were flying everywhere in the yard of the Taoist temple. Soon, Ye Su's body became in a mess, with vegetable leaves hanging, and all the stinky egg paste in his hair. The ten believers were even more stinky.
The stick was hit very hard, his head was bleeding, and he was forced to be released to the Taoist temple.
Now Ye Su is the only one left in the Taoist temple.
He looked at these angry people, with no resentment or disappointment in his eyes, nor did he have the compassion that the monks of the Buddhist sect often had, his expression was calm, and he even smiled.
His reaction made the people even more angry, and some men raised their sticks and smashed them over.
There were many people around the Taoist temple, and they were covered in darkness. Listening to the noise in the wall, the people who had nowhere to vent their anger could not bear it and squeezed into the door desperately.
The Taoist temple is really small and can only accommodate dozens of people at most. However, in a moment, hundreds of people squeezed in. For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic, and many people were squeezed to the ground and could not stand up at all.
During the trampling, the sound of fractures and screams of bitterness sounded from time to time in the crowded crowd.
Ye Su was beaten to death, but he always stood there without hiding. Until this time, he finally bent down and squatted on the ground.
The men in front ignored the crowd around them, ignored the screams, separated the crowd with brute force, held the stick and continued to smash it on his body.
Dull sounds and bone breaking sounds come one after another.
I don’t know how long it took, but the crowd finally calmed down and realized that the scene was so chaotic that many people were seriously injured. They quickly helped the injured out to seek medical treatment.
A miserable voice suddenly sounded outside the Taoist temple: "My child! My child! Where are my child? Who of you saw my two boys?"
A simple-dressed woman rushed into the Taoist temple crying and searched everywhere among the injured people on the ground. The people who came to smash the scene today were all neighbors and knew each other, so they rushed forward to help.
The ground was covered with blood, and it was not found for a moment. The woman looked pale and cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. She sat on the ground and could never get up again.
The people in the Taoist temple looked at each other, thinking that the chaos before was so chaotic that even those strong men were seriously injured. Could those two children be trampled to death?
I thought so, but no one dared to say in front of the woman. For a moment, the scene became extremely quiet. Someone angrily thought, if it weren't for that person, how could everyone run into the Taoist temple?
"It's all your fault! You culprit!"
An old man walked up to Ye Su, trembling all over his body. He raised the crutch in his hand and smashed it down at him. There was only a muffled sound, and Ye Su vomited blood on the ground.
The old man was not relieved and was about to hit another stick. Some young men followed him with sticks, thinking that today they must beat this blasphemous Taoist to death.
However, the next moment, everyone stopped their movements, and the crutches and sticks they were holding could no longer be smashed because they saw a scene.
Ye Su let go of her hands and sat weakly on the ground.
There are two children in his arms.
The two children looked pale and had no idea what was going on. Looking at the neighbors and uncles holding sticks around, they looked again and found that they were so close to Ye Su, and they couldn't help but scream in fright.
He got up, subconsciously picked up the brick in his hand and smashed it at him.
Blood flowed on Ye Su's face and was hit by a brick, but there were only another wound.
He looked at the two children and asked with a smile, "Is it okay?"
The child doesn’t know how to answer, and no one in the Taoist temple knows how to answer, it’s quiet.
The old man looked a little confused, and the crutch in his hand slowly fell down.
Who is this person?
After a moment, he woke up and reached out to slap the two children's heads twice, and scolded, "Damn it! Can anyone beat me?"
The woman rushed over, hugged the two children in her arms, and thanked Ye Su repeatedly.
The old man looked at the young and strong men behind him and cursed: "What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you hurry up and invite the doctor!"
The men were a little panicked and asked, "Uncle, doctors are all outside."
The old man shouted, "Come in quickly and show this gentleman."
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This is Ye Su’s life now.
What he did was actually very similar to what Junmo did on the underground wilderness. They all wanted the people to know more things. For example, what was in the wilderness above the cliff, what was not in the Xiling Temple, for example, what was possible
Doing this, for example, we don't actually need to do anything.
Faith is the last hope of unfortunate people, but faith cannot become the root of misfortune, nor can it be a reason to explain misfortune. True faith should be the courage to change one's misfortune.
Then first of all, people should learn to believe in themselves.
Ye Su and Junmo, two people who were once equally proud and infinitely glorious, walked in separate ways before Qingxia, but eventually walked on the same path, which is worth applauding.
But for the Buddha Sect and Taoist Sect, this is certainly not a good thing. If humans choose to believe in themselves, then the power of Buddha and Haotian will naturally become weak.
There is a wheelchair in front of the stone house on the cliff of Xiling Temple.
The host was sitting in a wheelchair, as if afraid of the cold wind on the cliff. He wrapped the blanket tightly with some difficulty, and then said, "When Haotian returns to the Kingdom of God, go and kill them."
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(If you want to eat something, the next chapter will be later.)