Just like what the emperor said, if he really had billions of merits to protect his body, how could he, the third master, be suppressed by the emperor's decree?
The reason why he wanted to frame the emperor was for two purposes: to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and to determine how important his father was to the emperor.
Now that the goal was achieved, there was nothing he could do about whether his father could escape this disaster.
At the foot of the secluded mountain, looking at the mid-light shadow that flew up from the secluded mountain and disappeared into the vast nothingness, the old man slowly took off the straw hat on his head, took out his mobile phone and said: "Let's do it!"
At this moment, on Mount Sumeru.
Just listen to the beasts roaring, but these mythical beasts are trapped at the foot of the mountain. No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot leave their place three feet away.
There seems to be huge divine power suppressing them here. Divine light shines from time to time, and only the sounds of Buddhas are heard chanting, as if there are thousands of Buddhas reciting scriptures on this mountain.
"It's already started."
On the top of Mount Sumeru, Pangpang's eyes were staring at the starry sky. To be precise, the Shinto had started for three full hours.
From time to time, a star is lit up in the sky, which means that a god has officially entered the throne.
But the quantity is still too small.
There are a large number of gods among them, no one is fighting for them, and until now, no one has been able to occupy them.
The culprit that caused all this was Ding Xiaoyi who was sitting next to him.
This guy bloodbathed the Divine Court, resulting in countless casualties. Except for those gods, a large number of god-level masters could not survive.
Now there are as many gods as a cabbage, but there are not enough gods to replenish them.
Even if there are gods who take the opportunity to pick up the leak, the problem is that this is already the second round of the Shinto. Without the key positions in the first round, winning the divine position is bound to be incomplete, which will inevitably cause big problems.
"Donor Ding, are you really unwilling to hand over your things?"
Pangpang turned around and looked at Ding Xiaoyi helplessly. He wanted Ding Xiaoyi to hand over the sacred treasures left behind by the gods on the God-killing Platform as soon as possible, and maybe there would be a chance to complete the divine way.
"No, I think this is good. Didn't you also say that all living beings are equal? Since we are all equal, why should we let a group of gods ride on our heads and dominate us??"
Ding Xiaoyi sat on the stone and decisively refused Pangpang's request.
"Amitabha, all living beings are equal, but everything should be in order. If the divine way collapses, more innocent beings will be affected." Pangpang continued to persuade.
But his words were already meaningless to Ding Xiaoyi. After seeing the gang of people playing in Shenting, he hated the so-called gods with all his heart.
Seeing this, Pangpang could only sigh. He sat in front of Ding Xiaoyi, picked up the tea bowl on the table, took a sip, and then asked: "I heard that in the alliance, you are considered to be one person below ten thousand people, is that right?"
Ding Xiaoyi remained silent, and even turned his face away, looking at the thick haze above his head, which was the karma that appeared after he killed the gods.
I just don’t know why this karma has not fallen yet.
Upon seeing this, Pangpang continued: "Let's put it another way, are there any corrupt officials in the alliance?"
"The gods are like the officials in your alliance. There may be scum and corrupt officials among them. They are the worms of the people, but you can't kill all the officials because of this. What will be the consequences? Have you not thought about it yourself?
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Pangpang compares the way of heaven to the country and all living beings to the people, so the gods are the officials who manage the people.
If there is bad, there will naturally be good.
You can't overthrow all officials or even the entire system just because of some corrupt officials, right?
What is the result? To put it simply, isn’t this a rebellion?
Regarding rebellion, no matter how righteous your starting point is, at the national level, you are committing a heinous crime.
And the consequences you cause will never be as beautiful as you want to see. In the end, you may even be the source of opening Pandora's box.
"Think about it, is a world without order really the world you want to see?
If sentient beings are sheep, how long can they survive without the care of a shepherd? Even the shepherd is essentially sending the sheep to the slaughterhouse.”
I have to say that Pangpang’s eloquence and thinking are definitely top-notch, and he uses the simplest words to analyze the essence to communicate with people.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was speechless for a moment.
But when he thought of the ugly faces in the divine court, each of them claiming to be the will of heaven and the master of all living beings, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
I felt extremely aggrieved for a moment, but after thinking about it, I felt that what Pangpang said was not unreasonable.
In the confusion, he asked Pangpang: "Is there no other way to just let the so-called gods do whatever they want?"
"Yes!" Pangpang seemed to have the answer to this question already.
But he didn't answer directly, but told a story.
"When Shinto was first established, there was an unknown man who only wanted to be with the company of music in his life. He had no choice but to see his people being killed, so he picked up his giant ax and stepped into the battlefield, looking down upon no one and even disobeying the Emperor of Heaven for it.
, ended up being beheaded by the gods, but he used his breasts as eyes and his navel as a mouth, and fought all the way to heaven until he severely injured the emperor of heaven and fell off the altar, causing the heaven to change its owner and the Jade Emperor to ascend the throne. This guy is the answer
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"You're talking about... Xing Tian!" Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment. This story was very familiar, as if he had heard it told by his own son.
"Yes, if it really comes to the time when the gods are flesh and blood, someone will stand up and become the next Xingtian. Even if the final result cannot change the world, it will be enough to wake up the world."
Ding Xiaoyi thought about it for a while and said curiously: "But we can't always place our hopes on Xingtian."
Pangpang smiled at this and clasped his hands together: "Of course, if a sheep is content with the status quo, it can only become a lamb to be slaughtered, but the world is vast and the way of heaven is not ruthless. It always leaves behind ways to make progress, which is enough for people to make progress.
Jumping out of the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements, he is like my Buddha Amitabha, like the Taoist Patriarch Sanqing above, like the Emperor Youshan with the underworld."
"The Great Emperor?" He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the Great Emperor could be among them.
But he probably understood what Fatty meant.
Just like what I saw in Mao’s election, where there is oppression, there is resistance.
The gods dominate the way of heaven, which may be unfair, but they still act within the framework treaty to some extent. But if there are no gods, then all things will have no restraints and will only become a mess.
If you are dissatisfied with the constraints set by these gods, then work hard to break through yourself and make yourself stronger. When you are strong enough, you can change the rules like big guys like Amitabha.
Thinking of this, the knot in his heart was relieved a lot, and he finally released the God-Slaying Platform and took out the so-called divine treasures on it and gave them to Pangpang.
These divine treasures carry the power of the gods, and you only need to put them into your own altar to obtain the authority of the gods.
"Amitabha, the donor has a profound understanding of the great righteousness and has immeasurable merit. I, a poor monk, offer my thanks on behalf of all living beings."
Pangpang clasped his hands together and carefully put away these magical treasures.
"Haha, the merits are immeasurable? Then what do you do if you look at this thing above my head??"
Ding Xiaoyi pointed at the accumulated karma above his head. It was as dark as a dark cloud, and even the brilliant Buddha's light on Mount Sumeru could not penetrate it.
Every time I looked up, I felt an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart.
"This is karma, and karma adds up to it. Even gods will fall into hell and never be reincarnated. Although the poor monk has a wonderful method, the benefactor's karma is as huge as a mountain, and there is nothing the poor monk can do. I only hope that the benefactor can be saved again under the hell.
It’s a chance.”
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes widened when he heard this: "What the hell, after all the feelings, you still want to kill me?"
"However, if the benefactor does not die, this catastrophe will not end. The source of everything lies only in the benefactor. As the saying goes, the person who untied the bell must tie the bell."
Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched and he was about to speak.
Suddenly there was a sharp buzzing sound in the sky, as if God was crying, and a star shining with strange light suddenly dimmed quickly.
It was not that a god had taken over, but more like something had forcibly blocked the light, causing the star to quickly dim in the starry sky, and even showed signs of disappearing.
Seeing this, the expression on Fatty's face suddenly changed. He counted his fingers, his face was full of anger, he tapped the golden bowl on the table with his fingers, and with the crisp sound of the bowl, he yelled: "Who dares to destroy the Shinto!