Martial Cultivator

Some things can hardly be kept secret if someone wants everyone to know.

The fact that Gufengkou has been occupied by the demon tribe, now that the cold wind is blowing, has long been all the way south, unimpeded, and everyone knows about it.

According to the Monster Race's thinking, after this news reaches the Human Race, it will only take a short period of time for the Human Race to completely lose confidence, become panic and fear, and become weak again. In fact, the beginning of this story is also based on In order to develop the idea of ​​​​the demon clan, the important officials of the imperial court in the divine capital began to discuss the matter of moving the capital. No matter their purpose, the result was still the same. They were always afraid.

It is normal for scholars to be timid. In such a situation, it is normal to be afraid, but because they are afraid, the Chen Dynasty does not allow them to do anything. In other words, the people guarding this world are those warriors, so It's up to them whether they should move the capital or surrender.

But obviously, the answer is no.

So Chen Chao returned to the divine capital from the north, killed people and spoke in the main hall, and stopped the matter of moving the capital. However, Chen Chao could make the final decision on the affairs of the imperial court, and he could use his strong charm and iron-blooded skills to make things happen. He can go in the direction he wants, but things outside the court cannot.

Whether those monks outside the country want to leave the north, and whether the new monks are unwilling to continue going north, have the most critical impact on the current overall situation.

The demon clan's eyes in the dark looked at the monks, but no one noticed anything else.

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Hongzhuan County is a small county under the jurisdiction of Weizhou. It has no specialties and no outstanding people. This small county is very ordinary. In the past many years, they have never been worth mentioning.

Their county seat is not even big.

There is a large high platform in the center of the city. This is where the government will announce every time something important happens. But in fact, in the past few years, there were not many major events in this red brick county that could bring them together here.

Now the thin magistrate stood on the stage and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fellows and elders, there has been a war in the north. It is not easy. A few days ago, thirty-six young people were elected in our county. They will serve as state troops in the state capital. If the war continues, they will appear in the north and add glory to our red brick county! "

After hearing these words, the people in the audience did not speak, except for one person, whose eyebrows flashed with sadness and worry.

Those are all descendants of their own family.

"Folks, if someone else comes to trample on our land and insult our compatriots, we will naturally have to fight with them with swords. Even if we don't have swords, kitchen knives and dung forks are fine, but now they are monsters. The clan wants to go south. They are much more powerful than ordinary people, so only those who can be selected by the imperial court can go to the battlefield. We ordinary people have nothing to do. "

When the thin magistrate said this, he stopped, coughed a few times, and laughed at himself: "People like us seem to have no other choice but to be protected by others."

The common people looked at this normally highly prestigious official and said nothing, but everyone listened very seriously.

"No...no! Although we can't go to the battlefield to defend our country, we can definitely do other things!"

As he spoke, the thin magistrate picked up a wooden box, opened it, and threw the contents into the big box in front of him.

The clattering sound was a large number of Daliang Tongbao.

They kept rolling into the wooden box, and it took a while before they regained their composure.

"I have been an official for so many years and have received the salary from the court for so many years. I have some leftover. I still have some calligraphy and paintings from my ancestors. They are all sold and are here. I have taken them out for no other reason than to make the people of the court happy. Bianjun, you and my nephews and descendants can have a full meal and buy a sword, so that they will not go hungry and fight against the demon clan with nothing!"

The thin magistrate gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone, we have received the country's favor in this life, and now is the time to repay it. Let's help each other and resist foreign humiliation!"

“We are in the same boat and we will resist foreign humiliation together!”

Someone among the people spoke, only one person at first, and then everyone started shouting.

“We are in the same boat and we will resist foreign humiliation together!”

A government official carried the big box towards the audience. As he passed each citizen, there would be some sounds in the box. A woman took off the silver hairpin on her head and looked at it with reluctance. I glanced at it several times, but in the end I just threw it in.

A woman took off her earrings and threw them in.

A wealthy businessman took off his ring finger and threw it in.

What's more, he knocked out his own gold tooth and threw it in.

Ding ding dong dong, money stinks, money stinks, but today no one will feel that money stinks.

They just felt that it was the clearest spring water in the mountains, flowing slowly and moisturizing things silently.

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In the counties of Weizhou, wealthy households called on their slaves to move out all their valuable belongings. A woman tried her best to stop them, holding a jade sculpture the size of a human head and crying: "Master, this jade sculpture is too big." It’s valuable, I can’t get it!”

Seeing the lady like this, the domestic slaves didn't know what to do for a while and froze to one side.

The middle-aged, pot-bellied rich man looked at the wife who loved him the most, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand.

With a snap, an extremely loud slap sounded, and a bright red five-finger print suddenly appeared on the woman's face, which was very clear.

The woman was stunned on the spot, and even forgot to cry.

The rich man snatched the jade carving, handed it to a servant, and said cruelly: "Take it away!"

After saying this, the rich man hugged his wife, not letting her have the chance to hug any property again.

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The same thing happened in different places. Before the war with the demons, in order to make the treasury have enough money, the court imposed more taxes on the big families and rich people. There was some resistance at the time, and many people were unwilling.

Now that it has come to this point, seeing that the situation in the north is becoming more and more critical, the rich families and the people have spontaneously raised a lot of money to hand it over to the court, so that they can use it as military expenses to stop the demons from entering the country.

Just like what the court has been doing for more than two hundred years.

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The incense of Luming Temple is still very good these days. The people of Bailuzhou and the people outside Bailuzhou are still rushing here to pray to Buddha.

However, the monks in the temple have clearly felt that the people's requests have nothing to do with them these days. Words like the North Border are frequently mentioned by them.

The temple is not as peaceful as it seems these days. Although they are still meditating as usual, there are faint cries in the temple from time to time. They are the young monks crying. The reason for their crying is very simple, because their relatives died in the north.

In the first war, most of the dead were the original soldiers of the border army, but at the beginning of the second war, the state army filled in, and among them were their relatives.

They have just entered the temple and have not yet become real core disciples. Their Buddhist practice is not enough. It is completely normal to have some distracting thoughts in their hearts.

Their crying is very weak. In fact, even if it is louder, it can't disturb those monks who are proficient in Buddhism. They have practiced for many years and have no perception of everything in the world.

The abbot Master Pingdu gave a morning lecture as usual, and after that he asked the monks to leave. He also wanted to go to another place to continue his meditation, but a monk came to report that someone wanted to see him.

"Who is it?"

Master Pingdu's old face seemed to have guessed who the visitor was.

"It's Huixuan."

The monk said softly.

Pingdu glanced at him, waved his hand, got up himself, went outside the main hall, and met the former disciple of Luming Temple.

"I thought I would never see you in the temple again, Huixuan."

Pingdu looked at the black-robed monk in front of him, but he had no emotion.

The black monk smiled and said, "I told you not to call it that anymore."

Pingdu didn't care, and just said, "I thought you would take the old road when you left the temple, but why didn't I see you in the capital of the gods?"

The black monk smiled and said, "You have to walk one step at a time, and you have to eat one bite at a time."

Pingdu looked at him, silent for a long time, and said straight to the point, "I know your intention, but it will be the same as it was before, and things in the temple will not change."

Even Chixin Temple was moved in this battle, but no monk from Luming Temple was seen on the top of the city.

This so-called leader of the Buddhist sect, hidden outside the world, was silent, as if everything that happened in the real world had nothing to do with them.

The black-robed monk said, "This time, I'm not here to invite people, but to collect debts."

"Collect debts? Collect debts for Daliang?"

Pingdu's eyebrows swayed in the wind, and he felt that it was interesting, "Luming Temple never owed Daliang anything."

The black-robed monk looked at Pingdu and said calmly, "I'm here to collect debts for the people."

Pingdu looked at him, and shook his head after a moment, "The temple doesn't owe the people anything?"

The black-robed monk seemed to have known that Pingdu would say this, so he didn't feel disappointed, but said bluntly, "Have the monks in Luming Temple ever grown grains and vegetables?"

Pingdu was puzzled, but still shook his head.

"Where do the grains and vegetables come from?"

"Bought in the temple."

"Where does the money come from?"

"Pilgrims."

"Why do pilgrims pay for incense?"

"Of course, they ask for something from Buddha."

A question and an answer, it's a very simple question, almost no need to think, but the black-robed monk's eyes began to deepen at this moment, he asked: "Can it be obtained?"

Hearing these three words, the old monk Pingdu suddenly frowned. Praying to Buddha is always asking for peace of mind. If Buddha really helps to do something, it's hard to say whether there is Buddha or not in this world.

"Since you have peace of mind, it's considered to be obtained."

After a silence, Pingdu answered this question.

After saying this, he looked at the black-robed monk, his eyes seemed to say that if you want to argue like this, it will be fruitless.

"What they prayed to was Buddha, and if they got peace of mind, then they got it. It's a good answer, but I have another question. Since they prayed to Buddha, the money from the incense offerings should naturally be given to Buddha, so why would they use it on you?"

The black-robed monk looked at Pingdu in front of him, with some brilliant light in his eyes.

Pingdu didn't know what to say.

"They prayed to Buddha, never to monks, and the money was naturally given to Buddha. Since it was given to Buddha, how could monks use it?"

The black-robed monk smiled and said, "If monks use money that they shouldn't use, isn't it a debt? If you really do something for the people, it's fine, but you can give out some amulets, which doesn't count as doing anything."

"Since you haven't done anything for the people, you shouldn't use their money, but if you use their money and don't give back, it's naturally a debt."

"Luming Temple has been supported by the people for so many years, but it has done nothing for the people. Naturally, it owes a huge debt. Now that the people need it, I will collect the debt on their behalf."

"If you are shameless, you can ignore it, but obviously, if you fail to repay your debt, you will not only be despised, but also punished."

I don’t know when more and more monks came here, and more and more people heard the words of the monk in black.

They listened to these words in silence. Everyone had different ideas.

The monk in black laughed, "Do you still remember what happened at Yinshan Mountain?"

In the current situation, it seems that when it comes to debt collection, they have to endure it and give in. This is what most people think. But obviously, the man who can decide most things in this world does not think this way.

So the monk in black was threatening.

Hearing this, Pingdu frowned and said, "It seems that you shouldn't say such things at this time?"

The monk in black was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, but I am indeed a little angry."

"What are you angry about?"

Pingdu asked.

"I don't know who else can you teach your Dharma to after the demon clan goes south and takes over this land. Can you tell it to those beasts?"

The black-clothed monk's voice gradually became colder, "If this is the case, then Luming Temple had better disappear from this world before then."

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The Demon Emperor has been to that sacred mountain since the goddess left, but he came to get something, so after taking away the magical medicine, he also left.

Now Chen Chao is here too.

He came to the lakeside and came to the thatched house. He stood there and looked at somewhere in the flower garden.

There is a pit.

Now that the magic medicine has been pulled out, a hole has naturally been left in its original location.

The magic medicine was taken away by the Demon Emperor. No matter how effective the magic medicine was at the moment, it was still a magic medicine. Now that the magic medicine was in the hands of the Demon Emperor, things suddenly became very troublesome.

Chen Chao was silent for a long time. When he turned around, he saw the white deer.

It was just like the first time I saw it, with a garland on its antlers, and it looked so holy and full of life.

Chen Chao stretched out his hand and touched its head. There was no emotion in his eyes. He just smiled and said, "The stronger he is, the more interesting this thing is, isn't it?"

Having said this, Chen Chao laughed at himself, "I would rather it be an uninteresting story."

Just like in the annals of history, big countries conquered small countries, destroying everything and solving everything very simply.

If only that were the case.