Fu Qingfeng suddenly sent a message to Wang Qiang, with a hint of caution in his words.
As if in response to Fu Qingfeng's induction, a faint projection suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The projection was dressed in green clothes and was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. There was a hint of peace in the old face, as if there was no malice.
But even so, the appearance of the projection made everyone look wary. Lin Ting, Wei Wuji, Zhou Zhenbei and others took out their weapons and were ready to take action at any time.
On the other hand, Wang Qiang, after taking a deep look at the projection, bowed his hands and said, "I have met senior."
"Do you know him?" Jiang Zhixi glanced at Wang Qiang in surprise.
"I can't think of another person in this world who has the intention to guard this place all the time and refuses to leave even if he turns into a projection after death. I'm afraid only the grass and tree lay people have this kind of heart."
Wang Qiang stared at the projection, his expression full of confidence.
"You are different from them." Projection looked at Wang Qiang deeply: "They are all hypocrites, but you... are a real villain."
"Thank you, Senior Caomu, for your compliments. I will keep up the good work." Wang Qiang bowed his hands, as if he didn't hear the teasing of Caomu Caomu at all.
The layman Cao Mu didn't care about this, and after scanning the whole place, he said, "Why are you here?"
"Senior, I would like to inform you that hundreds of miles away from Wuqiu Mountain, Prancing Horse City is facing the danger of falling stars. I am here to find the Heart of the Mountain and take it back to form an array to stop the danger of falling stars."
Jiang Zhixi bowed respectfully to the layman, her words full of sincerity.
But the other party replied without even thinking: "There are thousands of people in this world, but there is only one such pure land. If the heart of the mountain is given to you, there will be no pure land in this world. My life's hard work will be ruined."
Yu Yi, why should I give this to you?"
What the layman Cao Mu said is very simple and unexplainable.
Listening to his tone, it was obvious that no matter what, he would never let anyone take away the Heart of the Mountain.
Because, this pure land is the treasure left by the lay people of grass and trees!
"Back then, I passed down the treasure map to preserve the last piece of pure land for the human race, so that future generations could settle here, stay away from disputes, and live a life like our ancestors."
"But you want to use the treasure map to destroy the last pure land of the human race. How can I agree to it?"
At this time, there was no aura of power in the body of the Caomu layman, but for some reason, every word he said seemed to carry unparalleled pressure, making people dare not refute, let alone act rashly.
It is a kind of power that comes from the origin of life, just like Hu Laowei's words.
Even though Master Caomu has been dead for an unknown number of years, and even though he is only appearing as a projection at this moment, the group of people present are still unable to disobey his wishes.
"Have you ever heard the cry in the distance?" The Caomu layman pointed to the distance, with a hint of compassion in his eyes: "This world has long been completely decayed. Wherever humans exist, there are wars and killings. The people in the distance are
You can't hear all the cries and blood, but now you want to destroy the pure land that I have protected for endless years, aren't you afraid of becoming a sinner of the human race?"
Jiang Zhixi's face was extremely ugly. She looked at the grass and trees and could not say a word.
Is it really worth destroying the last pure land for a group of people who only know how to kill and fight? Jiang Zhixi doesn't know. She just doesn't know how to convince the grass and wood lay people.
At this moment, everyone present lowered their heads and did not dare to look into the eyes of the layman Cao Mu.
It was as if his life could be reflected in those cloudy eyes.
Only Wang Qiang stood up, looked directly into the eyes of the layman Cao Mu, and asked: "Since the seniors said that this place is the last pure land left for human beings, why has this news not been truly informed to everyone for so many years?
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"Why are there ancient restrictions set up outside Wuqiu Mountain to prevent people from approaching this place at will?"
"That is a test that I set for those who come here. Only those who are kind and courageous who can pass the test can be qualified to enter the Pure Land." The grass and wood layman answered without thinking.
However, these words played into Wang Qiang's heart: "Senior, please take a look, who among us is the most kind and brave person?"
Master Caomu stopped talking, because his idea itself was a paradox.
On the one hand, he wants to leave the last pure land for the human race, but on the other hand, he does not tell the human race about the existence of this pure land.
Because lay people also understand that a place where humans exist will not be a pure land.
Therefore, from the most fundamental logic point of view, the Buddhist layman is wrong, and there should be no pure land in this world.
Yes, the place where the human race is located is indeed full of killings, but as the saying goes, if it is not destroyed, it will not be established, but after it is destroyed, it will be established. The human race is looking for itself and reflecting on itself amidst the destruction.
The Pure Land cannot bring changes to the human race. The only thing that can bring changes is the human race itself.
"Senior asked just now if we heard crying in the distance, so junior would like to ask you if we heard crying close by?"
With his hands behind his back, Wang Qiang faced Jiang Zhixi's shocked and puzzled eyes and talked to the lay people: "There are hundreds of thousands of monks in Prancing Horse City, including men, women, old people, and children.
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"How many of them are treacherous and evil people, I don't know, and I have no interest in knowing."
"I only know that the moment Lihuo Yaoxing falls, they will all die. Together with the home they have fought for for generations, and the future they have cherished for countless years, they will all be destroyed in an instant."
"I think this is the cry from nearby."
The layman Cao Mu stopped talking, and just stared at Wang Qiang quietly, with complex expressions in his eyes.
Lin Ting frowned and looked at Wang Qiang's back, seemingly unable to tell whether the cunning and vulgar Wang Qiang just now was real, or whether the righteous and eloquent Wang Qiang in front of him was real.
Jiang Zhixi didn't notice that when she looked at Wang Qiang, something different gradually appeared in her eyes. She seemed to be able to begin to discover Wang Qiang's deeply hidden advantages.
"I can't hear the cries in the distance because they are too far away from me. I don't have the time or ability to listen to the cries in the distance. All I can do is share my worries for the cries nearby.
, to clear up confusion about the matter in front of you.”
"You and I both know that the so-called ideals and ambitions in your heart are just a beautiful dream. Since it is a dream, there will be a day when you wake up. And now, I think you should wake up for the crying nearby.
And give up the ethereal distant cry."
After saying the last sentence, Wang Qiang bowed and remained silent.