Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters die, count me lose
Lame Man put Qin Mu on Yan'er's back and kept urging the dragon bird to fly faster.
Yan Qiling is a disciple of the ancient god Heavenly Emperor. Even if he encounters interrogation, he can pass through without any obstacles.
Yan'er carried them and flew towards Yankang with all his strength. Long Qilin carefully inspected Qin Mu's injuries, shook his head and said: "The leader's skin injuries are not serious. His three elixirs of domination are very strong, and he has good fortune inside.
All the injuries can be healed, so the lame master doesn’t need to worry.”
The cripple said coldly: "Do you still know medical skills?"
Long Qilin quickly shook his head and said cautiously: "I don't understand. But the last time the leader fought with Yu Tianzun from the Heavenly Palace in the Great Black Palace, he was also seriously injured and the origin of the soul was injured. He slept in the Moon Palace.
I basically recovered after just one sleep. The Emperor’s Sword God knows about this, if you don’t believe me, you can ask the Emperor’s Sword God.”
The lame man was doubtful and looked at Qin Mu who was sleeping soundly. He saw that Qin Mu no longer vomited blood and his weak breath gradually became longer.
He could see Qin Mu's eyes moving under his eyelids, he must be dreaming.
Long Qilin said: "When the leader was talking to the Emperor Sword God, I lay down in the back and fell asleep, so I knew some things. The Emperor Sword God said that the woodcutter saint checked when he was injured and fell into a coma, and found that the leader had Dharma operating when he fell asleep. The leader later
It is said that it may be the Infinite Kalpa Sutra of Brahma King Buddha."
The cripple looked at Qin Mu carefully and said angrily: "Where is the Dharma? Why can't I see it?"
Long Qilin said: "The Emperor's Sutra of Brahma King Buddha is very powerful. Maybe the lame old man is not as good as the woodcutter saint. That's why I can't tell."
The lame man was furious, suddenly coughed violently, and coughed up blood.
Long Qilin said quickly: "Lame Master, you ran too fast. You ran for several days without rest, and injured your soul and heart. I don't know how to treat the soul, but for physical injuries, just take some ambergris.
I have so much ambergris here..."
"I won't drink your saliva! My creation skills are already very strong, and I can heal without your saliva!"
The lame man cursed and looked at Qin Mu again. He saw an eye socket-shaped wound between Qin Mu's eyebrows while he was sleeping. However, there were no eyes inside, only shriveled eyelids.
The lame man felt more and more distressed as he looked at it. He wanted to smooth his forehead, but he couldn't.
At this moment, flesh and blood grew in Qin Mumei's heart, slowly filling up the eye sockets, and the eyelids healed themselves and became one.
A small pimple appeared on his forehead, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
The lame man touched the little bump and found that it was a little hard inside. He didn't know if it was a flesh ball or an eyeball.
Yan Qiling was also examining Qin Mu's injuries carefully, with a strange look on his face, and said, "There is indeed Buddhism running in his body."
The lame man said angrily: "Have you noticed it too?"
Yan Qiling said: "I have done some research on Buddhism. Buddhism is the only acquired way that has not been deconstructed by Taoist magic. Therefore, I went to the Buddhist world to study for a period of time, trying to understand its secrets."
The lame man's expression softened. He always used to smile when seeing people, but because Qin Mu was injured, the smile that had been on his face all year round disappeared, and he didn't have a good look towards anyone.
"But the weird thing is..."
Yan Qiling continued to check Qin Mu's injuries, and her face became increasingly weird: "He has no soul! His soul has dispersed, and only the spirit fetus is left. It's strange that he looks like this. He should obviously be in a state of death, but for some reason he is still not dead.
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The lame man looked at Qin Mu and saw that Qin Mu's breath was becoming more and more stable, and he gradually felt relieved.
There was some tenderness in his old eyes, and he smiled at the corner of his eyes, and said: "As long as you are alive, it will be fine. Since it is getting better and Buddhism is working, then if you don't go to Yankang to find the pharmacist first, there will be no use in finding him, and he will not
Understand Buddhism. Let’s go to Daleiyin Temple, Master Ma will definitely understand it.”
They turned back towards Mount Sumeru.
The Yuan Realm was broken, and the complete Mount Sumeru reappeared in the world. Twenty Buddha Realm gods were built on the mountain, spiraling up layer by layer, making this sacred mountain even more magnificent.
The part of Mount Sumeru that is in the Yuan Realm is the Great Thunder Sound Temple, and the other twenty heavens are outside the Yuan Realm. Because this is the realm of Brahma King Buddha, no one dares to invade it. Millions of Yankang
People hide here, waiting for the disaster to pass.
"This is the Sutra of Infinite Tribulations. Master Qin's life is not in danger."
In the Great Leiyin Temple, Ma Rulai summoned the demon ape Zhan Kong and the monk Mingxin to check on Qin Mu who was sleeping. Only the two of them had learned the Emperor's Sutra of King Brahma.
Monk Mingxin said: "It's just that Master Qin has no soul, only a spiritual fetus. I know very little about this kind of thing. Brother Zhankong, you have profound Dharma. Look at his current state..."
The demon ape said: "Good."
Ma Tathagata frowned and said, "Disciple, how do you interpret the word Shan?"
Monk Mingxin said: "Teacher, senior brother is saying that turning bad things into good things will turn them into good things, and there will be no worries about life."
Ma Tathagata was still a little uneasy and said: "The King Buddha of Brahma lives in Brahma. I will send Mu'er up to ask to see Brahma. He has great supernatural powers and must have a solution."
The lame man nodded and was about to agree when he saw the demon ape possessing him and said a word in Qin Mu's ear. The voice was very soft, but Qin Mu woke up leisurely and opened his eyes.
The demon ape clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Good."
Monk Mingxin sighed: "Senior brother, you have great wisdom."
Qin Mu still didn't look good. He struggled to get up and bowed to Ma Tathagata, saying: "I was still awake in my dream and heard what Master Ma said. I know the extent of my injury very well and there is no need to see the old Buddha. The old Buddha has already taught me the skills
For me, whether you see him or not, the result will be the same. I want to go back to Yankang."
He bowed to the Demon Ape and Mingxin again, and the Demon Ape and Mingxin returned the favor.
"Mu'er really wants to go back to Yankang?"
Ma Tathagata suddenly took off his cassock, took off his rosary beads, and said with a smile: "Back then, I promised my mentor that I would teach the Dharma on his behalf so that the Great Thunder Sound Temple would never be destroyed. Now in terms of Dharma, Zhan Kong and Ming Xin have surpassed me by a lot.
I have passed on the Dharma and the light, and it is time to return to my true self. From today on, I am still the original Ma Ye, Ma Shenquan. Mingxin, come and put on the cassock and bring the rosary for your senior brother."
The demon ape kowtowed, Mingxin unfolded his cassock, draped it over his body, and hung his rosary beads around his neck.
Mr. Ma smiled and said: "Know your mind and see your nature, fight the monkey in the heart. Mingxin, you help him surrender the monkey in the heart, fight in the sky, and now you are the Tathagata. Two great monks, please stay, our relationship with Buddha is over."
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The demon ape stood up, clasped his hands and said, "Send to the donor."
Master Ma returned the courtesy and followed the cripple, Qin Mu and others down the mountain.
Yankang Jingcheng.
More and more Yankang people were escorted from all over the country, and there were even remnants of the Chiming tribe. The camps near the capital were crowded with people, and more than two hundred gods of Yankang were nervously guarding these Yankang people.
However, there are too many people, and food supply is a huge problem.
Among the scholars in various colleges and universities who were proficient in the art of creation, they opened fertile fields, used the method of creation to make crops grow quickly, and harvested and polished grain.
However, fertile land can only sustain three or four crops of grain before its fertility is depleted and turns into inferior land, forcing them to continuously cultivate new farmland.
There was war and chaos outside, and the gods and demons in heaven were haunted. It would be easy to lose your life if you were cultivating fields outside, so many scholars died.
Inside and outside the capital, people were panic-stricken and gloomy.
On this day, one after another heavenly warships sailed in the sky. Countless golden gods and men were majestic and solemn, standing on the ships. Their divine weapons were shining brightly and their divine power was overwhelming. The people of Yankang could not breathe.
Although the army of heavenly gods and demons came, they did not attack. Instead, they restrained the heavenly gods and demons scattered in various places so that they would not attack the people of Yankang. The discipline was very strict.
Inside and outside the capital, many people burned incense and knelt down to these high-ranking gods, praying for peace.
"When people are in suffering, their bad nature will be reborn."
Imperial Preceptor Yankang stood at the top of the city, looking up at the heavenly army, and then at the countless people below who were bowing and praying to the heavenly army. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid we will never be able to change this in this life.
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Emperor Yanfeng stood behind him, took a hard breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since ancient times, all revolutions and reforms have shed blood. During the two dynasties of the Red and Ming dynasties, the bodies of the Red and Ming emperors were all gone. All generations of emperors rarely had a happy ending.
, the Kaihuang was overthrown, the Thirty-three Heavens were destroyed, and a generation of heroes hid in Wuyou Township. The resistance to the Yankang Reform was greater, and if bloodshed was needed..."
Imperial Master Yankang smiled and said: "It starts with you and me."
Emperor Yanfeng laughed loudly and suddenly sighed: "I'm just worried that there will be no successors after you and I die. There are many stupid people in the world. God wants the people to be stupid and dare not resist or change. The stupid people will also surrender.
Stupid, don't want to resist, don't want to change. Master, you see, since our reform, there are still people who kneel down to worship gods and demons. The biggest resistance to the reform sometimes comes from these people."
Imperial Master Yankang felt sad: "Is it worth sacrificing your life for these people?"
"value!"
Emperor Yanfeng said loudly: "The gods in ruined temples and the gods in ruined hearts. Some people will hesitate, but there are still those who have not knelt down!"
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he smiled: "After they stand up, some people will kneel down again, but some people will never kneel down. Even if you and I become sacrifices for this reform,
There will be people who continue to follow our path until they change the world! This is worth it!"
In the sky, a majestic god flew over to the capital of Yankang.
He is so huge that he distorts space, allowing the heavenly ships and warships to surround him like stars surrounding the sun.
That is Dongtian Qingdi.
He towered into the sky, his face was as high as the sky, and the white clouds became the embellishment around his waist.
This upright and awe-inspiring god possesses unparalleled strength and power. The Yankang capital and hundreds of millions of people below seem to be destroyed with a snap of a finger.
A priest flew into the palm of Emperor Dongtian Qing's hand, knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, then invited a roll of imperial edict, kowtowed again, held the edict high above his head, and flew back with his body bowed.
"I have never had such a rule here."
Emperor Yanfeng smiled and said: "The rules of heaven are too strict."
Imperial Master Yankang smiled and said: "Your Majesty has forgotten that when Qingliu in the court impeached me and Leader Qin, he kowtowed like garlic and his head bled."
Emperor Yanfeng's face darkened, and he said angrily: "I want to kill your head. I'll let you remember it first."
"Your Majesty, there is no chance." Imperial Master Yankang said with a smile. When he saw his wife and daughter in the city, his heart ached, and then he turned around without changing his expression.
"Yankang offends the people, accept the order!"
The priest held the decree in his hand and his voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky.
As soon as the words fell, countless people knelt down, and some magical people also knelt down. Emperor Yanfeng and Imperial Master Yankang felt pain in their hearts again, but they felt relieved when they saw that there were still many people who had not knelt down.
The priest glanced at the two of them, sneered, unfolded the imperial edict, and recited: "Inherited by heaven, the Yankang natives do not care about heaven's grace and act against heaven. They change the law to disturb the way of heaven, causing heaven to be angry and resentful, and the people to live in dire straits. However, God has the virtue of a good life.
, His Majesty’s decree is to punish only the first evildoer and not the rest. God’s will is this:
“1. Collect the reform books of various schools and colleges in Yankang and burn them in public, so that future generations will not be able to reform the law;
“Second, Yankang restored the ancestral system, retained the position of emperor, and ruled the country through sects. Each sect and sect worshiped the gods, and the people worshiped the gods and prayed for their blessings;
“Third, Yankang’s coinage rights are handed over to Heaven, which will mint coins and circulate them among the people, and Yankang State shall not compete with the people for profit;
"Fourth, heavy artifacts are not allowed to be cast in Yankang. Anyone who casts them will be punished by the Nine Tribes;
"Fifth, Yankang follows the ancestral laws and is not allowed to tamper with magical powers or Taoism;
"Sixth, Emperor Yankang held great sacrifices every year to thank Heaven for his kindness;
"Seventh, the people of Yankang, if there are any strange and obscene things in their homes, destroy them all and are not allowed to keep them privately;
"Eight, Emperor Yanfeng, the Imperial Master of Yankang, has messed up the law and spoken evil, bringing trouble to the world. He should be immediately taken to the God-Beheading Platform and beheaded the body and soul as a warning to others! I admire this——"
There was an uproar inside and outside the capital of Yankang. Countless supernatural beings and the gods and demons of Yankang showed signs of humiliation. They were so angry that they wanted to kill them in heaven immediately.
Emperor Yanfeng laughed loudly, bowed and said: "The guilty minister accepts the order!"
Imperial Master Yankang issued the order and no one was allowed to act rashly.
Several heavenly ships flew over and pulled up a God-Slaying Platform. On the platform, blood was shining in the sky, and two blood knives were entangled endlessly.
The priest said: "Please, you two, go up to the God-Beheading Platform and have a walk."
There was silence inside and outside the Yankang capital, and countless eyes stared blankly at the God-killing Platform in the sky.
"Just behead him or her."
Suddenly, a sound of laughter broke the silence. The angry people and those with magical powers looked at the sound and saw Qin Mu, with a pale face and seemingly seriously ill, standing on Long Qilin's forehead and appearing behind the Tiantinglou ship fleet.
Long Qilin stepped on the fire cloud, walked into the fleet unhurriedly, and then turned his head to look at the face of the aloof Dongtian Qing Emperor.
"The God-Slaying Platform is so scary."
Qin Mu looked at the God-Slaying Platform and laughed out loud: "It's as if I can't resurrect them after they die and their souls are scattered."
He did not look at Emperor Dongtian Qing, but waved to Imperial Master Yankang and Emperor Yanfeng, and said sickly: "National Master, Emperor, you can die, but if you die, I will lose."
Behind him, Emperor Dongtian Qing raised his hand to stop the heavenly gods and demons who were about to get angry and kill, and said calmly: "This is Mu Tianzun, give him face."
————A few minutes late, but at least it’s a big chapter of 4,000 words!