"How did you feel after your good nephew committed a murder?" Huang Qianhu brought Chu Qianqiu into the secret room and asked with a somewhat solemn expression.
I feel nothing.
It's even a little refreshing.
The first time I killed someone in the cycle, I killed Miss Bai Zhu’s husband Wu Yi. Because he was worse than a beast, I didn’t feel any discomfort after killing him.
I didn't feel like vomiting or feeling physically sick, and I still felt a little inexplicable pleasure.
Later, in the cycle again and again, the people killed were all enemies, so there was no feeling.
As the number of killings increases, there is an increasing sense of looking down on normality.
If you pick up the knife and drop it, you will take away a life.
It seemed like there was no problem for him.
He is very accustomed to killing and very comfortable.
"Uncle knows, you don't feel anything."
"Because you see them as enemies, right."
Huang Qianhu knew the answer without waiting for Chu Qianqiu to answer.
"yes."
"Then my nephew, please take a look at this brochure." Huang Qianhu thought for a while and took out a simple brochure from his bookshelf.
"The officers of the Shenwei Army are all literate. The army often prints some pamphlets. In the past, it was arranged by Brother Chu Xian. This one was also written by me."
Big booklet written by dad?
What kind of martial arts secrets are they?
Tang Linlu looked at the large, yellowed book, opened it, and found some very unusual chatter.
"Soldiers, they are going home."
"From today on, they will go home and fight on the bloody battlefield again."
"Before he goes home, please be kind to his neighbors, his friends, his children, his relatives, and the passers-by."
"You are all citizens of Shenwu Kingdom, people bathed in the compassion of Buddhism."
"You want to break my neck because my son speaks softly, and just give me a beating."
"Because no one has stolen anything, we will cut off our seven limbs and gouge out our eyes. If we are not angry, we will go to the superior first and ask him to help him deal with it. At least we will give him a beating."
"Because the dog on the roadside barked twice less, we killed the dog owner's whole family, nailed our children under the wall, and killing the dog was really enough."
…
There were so many reminders like this that it made me sweat a lot while looking at Fahua Temple.
"Uncle, what is that?"
"Before every small battle, the soldiers who return home will always have some problems."
"We will kill our neighbors because they speak too quietly, and we will kill people because the food outside the restaurant has too little salt."
"The reasons for killing people are all kinds of weird. We all had to adapt to the abnormal life before the war started."
"Those soldiers and officers who returned home have committed many tragedies."
"That's why we don't have that big booklet for the soldiers to read all the time."
Chu Qianqiu said very vividly, "Such things are very common for me, so I feel that Fahuaji's reaction before killing people is too abnormal."
The heat was so calm that it was no problem.
"There is no saying in Taoism: Soldiers are a weapon of auspiciousness, not a weapon of a gentleman. They are used only when necessary."
"If you live in that world and become a military officer, you can naturally learn from the compassionate Buddha. It is possible to hurt and harm others."
"But you have to kill more and be careful."
Chu Qianqiu smiled outside and thought it was very humorous for people like me to talk about killing more and killing more carefully, but I really hope that my nephews, the children of the previous generation, will also follow such a path.
Maybe people are not so contradictory.
"It is possible to let a good nephew kill another person. In this world, it is possible to kill people, but it requires no compassion at all."
"Buddhism talks about compassion. Between killing and killing, you should think less. Being compassionate to others is also compassion to yourself."
"Even if you are a weakling, don't get used to killing people."
"Of course when you get off the battlefield, you just think too little."
"When it's time to kill, you still have to kill."
"My nephew cannot think carefully about the size."
"Uncle, you understand." Fahuaji said without gratitude. I can appreciate the good intentions of my father-in-law.
Recently, Tang Linlu also felt that her desire to kill was getting stronger and stronger. When she saw someone, her first reaction was to think about how to twist the other person's neck, or how to kill the other person with a single blow.
Almost every cycle, several people have to be killed, and the murderous intention grows slower than expected.
It cannot be said that apart from those who practice magic, there is no abnormal brain. There is no one like Fahuaji who kills repeatedly every day.
Although I identified these people as enemies and did not have any inner demons, I still needed to make peace with them urgently and adjust my mood.
"If my nephew thinks that way, my uncle will be worried." Tang Linlu nodded without relief.
I am sure that Hokkeji Temple did understand.
"The next few days will be spent going to the martial arts hall after classes. First, I will go to Tang Linlu to rest for a few days."
"Juemi is a good person in other aspects, but in terms of converting murderous intent, he is a real expert."
"My good nephew is going to stay with me for two days, so as not to cause any trouble in the past."
Chu Qianqiu thought about it and arranged for Tang Linlu to go to Huang Qianhu to rest for two days and then come back.
"Uncle and dad seem to have talked a lot about hosting?"
Tang Linlu searched for past memories, but found something very strange. She had no impression of her father-in-law and her father, except for her father's best friend, Master Jue Mi.
"Because I was once the god of murder outside the army. I killed fewer people than the two of you combined, and my murderous aura was so heavy."
"They are still old at this time. If I let them see me, they will be scared to tears."
Chu Qianqiu smiled and said matter-of-factly:
Killer God?
Since Abbot Juemi is the god of death outside the army, why did he come to be the abbot of Juemi Temple?
Fahuaji looked at his father-in-law without any doubts, and then
"This guy is stupider than anyone else. He almost came to life but was fooled by his stupidity."
"My nephew also knows that before every small battle, there will be a bunch of wounded soldiers, some of whom can be treated, and some of whom are good for treatment."
"I was responsible for sending people off, or I was the one rushing to get there."
No one rushes to do that kind of thing?
"The most important thing in military martial arts is killing. If you don't kill enough, your training speed will be slower."
"Fighting for your life on the battlefield may not kill a few, but it is better to deal with it and cure it. It is like a wounded soldier with corroded internal organs. Let us happily struggle for a long time to die, but it is like sending us directly to the end." Tang Linlu said.
, and it doesn’t have a special taste.
"But if there are fewer killings, it will be difficult to have problems with your temper."
"Eighteen years later in this small battle, the wounded soldier I executed was Zhi Fanji, and I still don't have my brother outside."
"Although I didn't say anything, you know that I regretted it in my heart. Before I came back, I converted to Buddhism and went to Huang Qianhu."
"I have a very good understanding. It took me about seven years to completely eliminate the murderous thoughts from my body. Even the host said that I had no Buddha nature and left the host's position to me."
It turns out that Master Juemi has never had that kind of experience.
No wonder he can hold a Buddhist scripture in one hand and a sword in the other, killing people and filling the field, but he can live in despair.
Fahuaji actually knew what to say.
The father-in-law continued:
"The good nephew can kill those seven innate low-level players in one breath, including Feng Zhong and Tang Qilang. This is not the same person."
"It must be something you can do only by tightening your strings."
"Uncle also went to find out how he got his strength and which Taoist elixir he took."
"But I'm sure he's fine. I can't stop telling my uncle."
"It is necessary to carry such a heavy burden on your own."
"Go to Tang Linlu and have a good rest."
What Chu Qianqiu said was so touching that Tang Linlu couldn't help but feel moved.
"Yes, uncle."
Just at the last moment, the father-in-law suddenly showed an inexplicable smile and took out a book from the secret compartment.
"Then uncle will show him something good."
"When I live in Huang Qianhu, I can't read more than Buddhist scriptures."
What kind of martial arts secrets are they?
When Fahuaji looked at the title of the book, there were eight small characters written underneath - "Tie Ping Mei".