Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 444 The Treatment of the Protagonist

Author: Little Sirius Hunter

Chapter 444 The Treatment of the Protagonist

What is the protagonist template?

According to the law of immortality of the protagonist, no matter how badly Bu Shen is beaten, I can rest assured that he will definitely make it to the East alive, but will become even more capable and come back from adversity.

The protagonist possesses the aura of a bastard. The tiger's body shakes, and the younger brother bows to him. The wheel of history is rolling forward. If it is not the template of the evil star, the enemy will come crying and begging for abuse, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, pretending to be a pig.

Seamless switching between tiger eating pig.

If the protagonist's luck value is full, if something is beneficial to the protagonist, no matter how small the chance is, it will definitely happen. If the enemy has difficulty, the difficulty will be maximized. If there is no difficulty, it will also create difficulties, trapping oneself in life or death.

Gooden Charlemagne is not in that state now.

He was now in a deserted mountain, surrounded by an unknown church. He turned around and walked out of the small church door, not looking at the pile of corpses scattered everywhere.

The liquid in his heart was desolate, and he looked up to the sky and smiled, thinking: "The Holy See regards him as its enemy, and the priests teach everyone to beg and want to kill him. Most of them will not survive. I don't know who took away the Holy Shield in the first place."

Charlemagne was originally an orphan and was adopted by others. He was sold to the church as a handyman like a pig or a dog. If Archimedes hadn't brought him out, who would have become what he is now.

In those few months, Archimedes had done him a great job. He not only taught him high-level magic and cultivation methods, but also gave him the Holy Shield, hoping that he could pass on the teachings to the East. As time went by, Guden

·Charlemagne was filled with gratitude and admiration for Archimedes, and he felt that life became more glorious.

I regretted that I didn't know which nerve I had offended in the Holy See. I chased him all the way, and watched helplessly as my teacher pushed me, but I fell into the cliff. Seeing that his body was gone, Charlemagne was filled with grief and anger.

You know, if you kill more than a hundred members of the sect in a fit of rage, you will not be able to avenge your late master.

"Is he wrong?" Charlemagne's chest was full of injustice, and he was so upset that he wanted to scream.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his legs and touched in his arms. When he touched it, he found that there was no money at the bottom of his pocket. Apart from the small holy shield on his chest, he really had nothing. Without any worries, he simply strode eastwards.

Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, and seven or eight people came from Shandong, all dressed as priests. Charlemagne thought to himself: "We want to kill him, so let's move our legs. He will not die anyway, so why bother looking for more trouble?"

As soon as he stood, he put his legs on his hips and said loudly: "If you have the ability, come and kill him!"

Did the leader wave his leg and everyone dispersed immediately, or began to gather magic power, or pulled out a long sword, seeking to kill Charlemagne as soon as he came.

Charlemagne was filled with grief and indignation and was unwilling to resist any longer. He saw the sword coming towards him, but he did not dodge. His eyes widened and he begged to be killed with a sword.

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind came from behind the ears. The seven or eight people fell heavily to the ground without saying a word, and died.

Charlemagne couldn't help but be shocked when he heard an old voice coming from behind: "Hey, what did my little guy do? He even tricked the bishop of the Holy See?"

While he was shutting up, an old man slowly walked over.

Charlemagne originally wanted to die, but unexpectedly he was saved. He turned around and saw an old man standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

The old man was dressed in light gray cloth and worn straw sandals. His eyes were as warm as jade and he smiled and said, "Looking at me, could it be that something unfair has happened to me?"

Charlemagne felt a sore nose when he thought about his situation, and then he became resolute. He looked at the old man's clothes carefully, vaguely remembered the Hinduism mentioned by his teacher, and shook his head and said: "I am not a pagan, and I am not like him.

Related." He turned around and planned to leave.

"Pagan?" the old man said with a smile, "When Archimedes was alive, he never disdained his identity. Who would have thought that his apprentice was a loyal Protestant?"

After saying this, Charlemagne immediately stopped and looked at the old man in surprise.

"Who am I to blame?"

"He is not Ramanuja, a man who traveled all over the world in pursuit of truth."

Charlemagne shook his head: "He doesn't know me, and his teacher never mentioned my name."

"Coal!" Ramanuja said with a smile, "He was born there not long ago, and he didn't have time to interact with the outside world, so he saw me holding Archimedes' holy shield, so he just walked away.

Save me."

Charlemagne frowned, "Am I also a descendant of the Holy Shield?"

Ramanuja smiled and took out a small holy shield from his chest. The golden light was bright, and there was a sacred charm that Ye Chang couldn't describe flowing through it.

Seeing his holy shield, Charlemagne not only did not let go of his wariness, but raised his vigilance to the highest level. "Am I also here to snatch the holy shield?"

"He has his own divine shield, so why does he beg Archimedes so much?"

Ramanuja was a little confused, "What on earth have I experienced?"

After staring at Ramanuja for a while, Charlemagne sighed and slowly told his story.

Ramanuja was silent for a long time, nodded slightly and said: "So Isaac..."

He stretched out his legs and pointed, green lotuses sprouted from the ground, golden flowers bloomed, Vishnu's three-phase dharma body appeared, the fragrance was fragrant, and the fairy sounds were auspicious clouds, lingering endlessly. What was displayed was the artistic conception of birth and death.

Charlemagne was stunned and murmured: "What is that?"

"He was an old friend of Archimedes in the past, but his Vedanta method was very immature at the time and could not explain the subtleties of his teachings to him." Ramanuja sighed and said, "Now teach him

His disciples are also the same!"

He raised his leg, and the center of his leg was filled with red air, which evolved into the practice of countless sentient beings in various shapes and forms. Charlemagne was involuntarily sucked into the center of his leg, as if a short moment had passed, and then it seemed as if thousands of hundreds of thousands of moments had passed. Wait until

Ramanuja rolled over his legs, and Gooden Charlemagne's body fell out again. He staggered a few steps and held on to the big tree next to him before he stood firm.

Charlemagne did not know that Ramanujan was one of the great sages of Hinduism and founded a new school of thought. The basic theory is "advaita theory", which believes that if ordinary people want to obtain liberation, they should not only practice intelligence, but also should

Take refuge in the Personality of God (i.e. Vishnu) with sincerity and admiration. By taking refuge in Vishnu, you transcend differences in class and caste, and thus you can enter the path of liberation.

Just when Ramanuja was teaching the way of great liberation to Charlemagne, there was a man and a woman in the distance looking towards Yuanji over there. The man was tall and tall, and the woman was bright and moving, no doubt Kaushe

Who is Belial very likely to be?

Cauvus curled his lips and shook his head and said: "I thought I could get a head start, but I didn't expect that the protagonist's aura is so powerful. How long has it been since Ramanujan was born? So he rushed to serve as a stepping stone for Charlemagne, for fear that he would learn from it.

Quickly, use the Tutuo method to accelerate ripening... Damn, the protagonists of those planes are simply unlucky!"

Beliyar didn't shut up, just pursed his lips and chuckled. Kausu looked at it for a while, then turned his head and asked: "That Ramanuja...does he practice any strange skills? Why?

Doesn’t it look pretty good?”

Belliyar rummaged around, found a stack of information, looked at it for a few times, and read it according to the script, "The root of cultivation is the secret method of Ramayana, Vishnu has complete attributes... Believe it or not."

If you are a ruthless god, you can get God's grace and cover his darkness..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Kausi immediately heard something interesting, "Did you practice some kind of joyful Zen technique with the old man?"

Belial picked out the piece of paper, put it on his fingertips and turned it around, "Probably no!"

Kausu frowned, suddenly his expression changed, and he looked in another direction.

(End of chapter)