Chapter 102 The scenery in the wasteland!
On the vast wilderness, snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Practitioners of various sects, carrying backpacks in groups of twos and twos, embarked on the journey to the formation of real practice. This trip is for the Mingzi Scroll.
No one will not care about it, the prophecy of the great priest of the temple, the world is now famous.
As the disciples of many practice sects in the world went to the depths of the wasteland, the camp of the coalition army, which stretched for more than a hundred miles, regained its previous calm. The soldiers of the coalition army should eat, drink, and practice.
Even if the royal family of Yan is unwilling to provide food and salaries for 20 coalition troops, it is necessary to consider whether the royal family of Yan can continue in a stable manner.
Under the strategy of the second chief of the Judgment Department, the people of the Yan Kingdom were all in the same hatred against the barren people, and only then did the chaos in the border of the Yan Kingdom be eliminated.
The people of Yan State may not have heard of the academy or the Confucius, but they have definitely heard of the temple.
The King of Yan even borrowed the name of the Judgment Department of the Temple. In the capital city of the Yan Kingdom, there was a lot of fish and meat nobles, and the talent was enough to collect 20 coalition troops from various countries to fight against the barren people in the next spring.
As for the food and pay of the Yan army, it has been reduced again and again, with the intention of not paying much, but the country of Yan is behind, and the soldiers of the country of Yan have no way to retreat, so they don't need too much food and salary.
Having too much food and pay would be detrimental to the situation and would arouse the hatred of the soldiers of the Yan State towards the deserted people!
Soldiers from various countries in the world don't have much hatred for this very strange barren man, but after staying in the wasteland for a long time, they naturally have hatred.
The priests of the temple walked through the tents of the allied forces in the world, preaching the scriptures of Haotian, but they missed the camp of the Tang army.
In this never-ending howling north wind, the black-clothed priests of the Temple Judgment Department walked towards the Tianzhi Mountains, where they went to judge the remnants of the Demon Sect, those desolate people who had sinned against the sky. - Near the Tianqi Mountain Range, the road became more and more difficult. The mountain forest was covered with snow, and there were a few howling wolves from time to time.
There were waves of avalanches, and the snowdrifts that fell from the cliff were like a waterfall, and the snowflakes fell down the cliff like a shadow.
Chen Xuan was wearing the green Taoist robe, carrying an eight-sided Han sword that he had begged from the coalition forces on his back, and said: "This is a wasteland, but in the wasteland, in addition to the vast next door, there are also grasslands that stretch for thousands of miles."
"The great lake with a width of hundreds of miles and the endless rivers pass through this vast wasteland."
"Because this piece of land once belonged to the barren people, the great priest of the Ming Dynasty brought the Demon Sect to the barren people a thousand years ago."
"It also caused the barren people to lose this land forever. The current Golden Tent Royal Court was just a savage who drank blood, but now it is crowned with a monkey."
During the six to seven days of leaving the camp of the coalition army and traveling to the extreme north, he and Mo Shanshan walked through many barren tribes.
He saw the simple barren man, and also saw the barren man who intended to seek wealth and kill, and there was no difference between people.
Mo Shanshan, who had a lot of snow on his cloak, saw Chen Xuan stop, and stopped and said, "But in the spring of the coming year, the desolate people will go south, and the coalition army will also assist. The Golden Tent and Yan Kingdom will stop the desolate people from going south."
"Jieshi Tianqi Mountain Range will become a battlefield, and countless people will die."
These days, they have also passed through several barren tribes. The teachings they received since childhood made her still respect Haotian, but these remnants of the demon sect in the mouth of the temple.
Should the former owner of this grassland, the barren man, be under the iron hoof of the allied forces of the world?
Chen Xuanyuan recalled that the eight-sided Han sword left the ebony scabbard and flattened several piles. Amidst the sword light, a rough wooden bench gradually appeared in front of the two of them.
The stump, which the four of them could not embrace, had been cut off a thin layer, and the growth rings of the tree were clearly visible.
After Chen Xuan motioned Mo Shanshan to sit down, he said calmly: "This is a catastrophe, a catastrophe in the world, a catastrophe that there is no way to stop it, and the climate in the mountains of the abandoned mountain in the extreme north is getting colder and colder."
"Desolate people can't hunt prey, can't survive, and go south in order to survive, there is no crime."
"Golden tent, Yan country, in order to defend their homeland, resisting the invasion of barbarians, there is nothing wrong with it."
"After entering this catastrophe in the human world, it is already hard to turn back."
Seeing the vastness of the world, seeing the joys and sorrows of all beings, you can finally see yourself.
When I first entered here, I could still see myself, but now I have been wandering in the world, and I can't see myself.
Mo Shanshan silently looked at the snow lotus standing proudly against the wind under the cliff in the distance, she said: "But many people will die, and many people will fall on this vast wasteland!"
Along the way, the disciples of Mochiyuan began to kill people in this wasteland, killing those horse bandits, and killing the barren people who came to attack the camp, but they had a very bad conversation with those barren people in the abandoned mountains. joyous.
Perhaps the barren man they killed was the husband, son, or brother of a barren woman in Tianqi Mountain.
Chen Xuan looked at the wind and frost on Mo Shanshan's face, nodded slightly and said: "But in this world, life and death are the most fair things. If barbarians want to kill barbarians, barbarians naturally can't wait to die."
"Just like the horse bandits wanted to kill us that day, I walked away with my sword. There is nothing right or wrong in killing them, just because they wanted to kill us."
There is nothing wrong with killing for one's own life, and there is no criminal karma, but some people in the Demon Sect kill for pleasure, which is the greatest evil karma.
Since entering the wasteland, the eight-faced Han sword on his back was also stained with blood, and more than ten members of the Demon Sect died under this sword.
The worries between Mo Shanshan's beautiful eyebrows radiated a lot. She was not afraid, but just a little confused. The things taught by the teacher and the things preached by the temple seemed to be related to what she learned in Dahe Kingdom. A big difference.
Mo Shanshan asked with a lot of confusion in his eyes: "Is this meeting all living beings?"
Chen Xuan smiled slightly and said, "It should be counted!"
How is it possible to see sentient beings while sitting in a mountain? Only by walking in the world can we see all living beings and the unpredictable joys and sorrows of the world.
Of course, there is no moon here, so naturally there is nothing. The moon waxes and wanes, and people express their joys and sorrows.
I looked around, but I couldn't see the moon! The howling north wind gradually died down with the warm sun, and strands of fire ignited on the tree stump where the four of them could not hug each other.
A small red clay stove was placed on the flame ignited by the fire talisman by Mo Shanshan.
Chen Xuan took some tea leaves that were supplied to the big men of the coalition army in Yan Kingdom, and put them in the small red clay stove, the fragrance of the tea overflowed.
A little white wolf with hair as white as snow swung its hooves and ran up to the two of them. The silly little white wolf howled at the two of them. This silly wolf howl made Mo Shanshan's face... , a little more smiley.
(End of this chapter)