Nightfall Chapter 133: Who?

Liu Yiqing asked when the college would do it, referring to Qinghe County. As long as Qinghe County is taken, the Southern Jin Dynasty and Tang Guolian will become one, and Xiling Temple will not be so easy if it wants to do it.

The goal of the Xiling Temple is naturally the Southern Jin Dynasty. The Southern Jin Dynasty was strong, and Daomen wanted to defeat the Tang Dynasty, how could it be possible to give up here, not to mention that the Southern Jin Dynasty had always been the sphere of influence of the temple.

Liu Yiqing is still going to say something more. At this time, Tang Xiaotang returned from shopping for food. He was inconvenient to say goodbye to the two and left with the Jiange disciple outside the house.

Chen Pipi looked at the Jiange disciple who was gradually disappearing into the twilight, and was silent for a long time. He knew that the Southern Jin Dynasty was under great pressure from the Xiling Temple, especially during this period of time.

Ning Que and Sangsang were trapped on the chessboard by the Buddha. For ordinary people, this is naturally a secret, but for him who can keep in touch with the academy, it is not a secret.

Because of this sudden change, the plan originally drawn up by the academy had to make corresponding adjustments. How could Daomen, especially his father, miss this opportunity?

“I have practiced Taoism since I was a child, and I have been praised by the people of Guanli as a genius who has never met in a thousand years. Then I was admitted to the academy for six subjects, and was directly called into the second floor by the teacher. Becoming a member of the back mountain of the academy, I entered the state of knowing fate in a muddle. For me, my practice has never been difficult.”

Chen Pipi stood in front of the window, looking at the direction of Chang’an City, and continued: “Or it may be because of this, or it may be because I don’t want to compete with my seniors. I am actually very careless about practice, and I am even more concerned about power. Not interested, but now, I have become a useless person, can no longer practice, can no longer have the same or even stronger power, but I suddenly began to desire power.”

He wants to help the college do something, so he longs for power.

Tang Xiaotang walked to him, held his hand, and said, “Don’t worry too much.”

“There is no way not to worry.”

Chen Pipi’s two most respected and beloved brothers-Jun Mo and Ye Su. He was doing the hardest things now, and every time he thought of these things, he felt anxious.

Tang Xiaotang said: “The Fourth Master wrote a letter saying that the academy is trying to open the chessboard, but there has been no way. Why don’t you seem to worry about this?”

Chen Pipi said: “The Buddha’s chessboard cannot hold Ning Que.”

Tang Xiaotang is puzzled. Asked: “Why?”

Chen Pipi said: “Because he is with Haotian.”

Tang Xiaotang said: “But… didn’t the Buddha just want to destroy Haotian?”

Chen Pipi said: “Even if the Buddha can really count the things before and after his life, he can count Haotian clearly, but the Buddha is not Ning Que, he is a variable himself.”

Tang Xiaotang believed him very much. Since he said there was no need to worry, she really didn’t worry, her expression became clear, and she said: “To celebrate, eat more bowls of rice at night?”

Chen Pipi sighed and said, “No. I still have no appetite.”

Tang Xiaotang was a little confused, and asked: “What are you worried about?”

“Since this matter is related to the Dao Sect, it must be an arrangement made by my father. Regardless of whether the Buddha’s chessboard can trap Haotian and Ning Que, I am afraid Haotian will eventually return to the kingdom of God.”

Chen Pipi said: “By then, the war on earth will start again, can the academy be able to sustain it? Whenever I think about it, I eat like wax, where I have an appetite. I can only eat five bowls tonight. .”

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In a certain city of Song State, Ye Su stood in an old courtyard of Po Taoist Temple, and to more than a dozen newly developed believers, he was explaining some chapters in the Xiling Church.

After leaving Linkang City, he was washed away in the world. He hoped to spread the teachings of Protestantism more widely and awaken more poor believers. Eventually, he came to Song Kingdom, the country where the Daoist forces are the most powerful and the people have the most pious belief in Haotian.

The pale cloth shirt on him. Slightly moved by the damp breeze from the sea, the stains on it were obvious. There is a faint smell, and it should have been hit by many rotten eggs.

Preaching in Song State is naturally countless times more difficult than preaching in Linkang City. He chose this place and he was mentally prepared, but he did not expect the hostility of the people to come so directly.

A few broken bricks flew over from the other side of the wall and fell on the ground with a muffled noise, and then shattered into several pieces. The dozen or so believers who were scared were pale and a little confused.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door of the Xiaodao Temple was savagely kicked open. Dozens of people rushed in with clubs and kept swearing foul language. Two children mixed in the group of adults, watching them excitedly In the picture, I was eager to try out the bricks in my hand, thinking that they threw the broken bricks earlier.

Rotten eggs and rotten vegetable clappers danced around in the yard of Taoist temple. Not long after, Ye Su’s body was a mess, with vegetable leaves hanging from his hair, and the smelly egg syrup in his hair. The more than ten believers, It was even more terribly beaten with a stick, and his head was beaten to blood, and he begged to be released from Taoism.

Now only Ye Su is left in the Taoist temple.

He looked at these angry people. There was no resentment or disappointment in his eyes, and there was no compassion commonly seen by Buddhist monks. He looked calm and even smiled.

His reaction made the people more angry, and some men raised their sticks and smashed them.

There were a lot of people on the periphery of Xiaodao Temple, all black and overwhelmed. Listening to the noise on the wall, those who had nowhere to vent their anger couldn’t bear it any more, and desperately squeezed into the door.

The Taoist Temple is really small and can only accommodate dozens of people at most. However, in a moment, hundreds of people were squeezed in. For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic. Many people were crushed to the ground and could not stand up. . There was trampling everywhere, and the sound of fractures and screams from time to time in the crowded crowd.

Ye Su had been beaten and covered in blood, but he always stood there and didn’t avoid it. Until then, he finally bent down and squatted to the ground.

The guys in the front didn’t pay attention to the crowding around or the screams. They separated the crowd with brute force, and continued to smash the sticks on him.

The dull sound and the sound of broken bones, one after another.

I don’t know how long it took for the crowd to finally calm down, only to find that the scene was so chaotic, many people were seriously injured, and the injured hurriedly helped them out to seek medical treatment.

Suddenly a miserable voice sounded outside the Taoist temple: “My child! My child! Where is my child? Who of you saw my two boys?”

A plainly dressed woman rushed into the Taoist temple crying and looked everywhere among the injured people on the ground. The people who came to the scene today were all from the neighbourhood, and they all knew each other. She hurried to help her.

Blood was everywhere on the ground. I didn’t find it for a while. The woman was pale, crying out of breath, and sat down on the ground, unable to get up again.

The people in the Taoist temple looked at each other, thinking that in the chaos as before, even the strong men were trampled and seriously injured. Could the two children be trampled to death?

Thinking like this, but no one dared to say in front of the woman. For a while, the room became extremely quiet, and some people thought angrily, if it weren’t for that person, how could everyone go to Taoism? Here?

“It’s all your sin! You are the culprit!”

An old man walked up to Ye Su, trembling with anger, raised the crutches in his hand and smashed him down, only to hear a muffled noise, Ye Su vomited blood to the ground.

The old man hadn’t vented his anger, and was about to strike again. Some young men also followed with clubs, thinking that today this blasphemous Taoist must be beaten to death.

But the next moment, everyone stopped what they were doing. The canes and sticks in their hands could no longer be smashed because they saw a scene.

Yessu let go of his hands and sat weakly on the ground.

There are two children in his arms.

The two children were pale and didn’t know what was going on. They watched the neighbours and their uncles around with sticks, and after a second glance, they found that they were so close to Ye Su. Screamed, subconsciously picked up the brick in his hand and threw it at him.

The blood flowed across Ye Su’s face, and he was hit by a brick. It was just another wound.

He looked at the two children and smiled and asked, “Are you okay?”

The child doesn’t know how to answer, and no one in the Taoist temple knows how to answer. It’s quiet.

The old man looked a little confused, and the crutches in his hand slowly fell.

Who is this person?

After a while, he woke up, stretched out his hand and patted the heads of the two children twice, and said: “Silly things! Anyone can beat them?”

The woman rushed over, took the two children into her arms, and thanked Ye Su repeatedly.

The old man looked at the young men behind him and cursed: “What are you doing in a daze? Why don’t you hurry up and ask the doctor!”

The men were a little flustered and asked: “Master, the doctor is outside.”

The old man shouted: “Please come in quickly and show this gentleman.”

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This is Ye Su’s life now.

The things he did were actually very similar to what Jun Mo did in the underground plains. They all wanted the people to know more. For example, there is nothing in the wilderness above the cliff, for example, there is nothing in Xiling Temple, for example, we can do this, for example, we don’t need to do anything.

Faith is the last hope of unfortunate people, but faith cannot be the source of misfortune, nor can it be the reason for explaining misfortune. True faith should be the misfortune that makes people brave to change themselves.

Then first, people should learn to believe in themselves.

Ye Su and Jun Mo, two people who used to be equally proud and infinitely brilliance, separated before Qingxia, but ended up on the same path. This path deserves applause.

But for Buddhism and Taoism, this is certainly not a good thing. If humans choose to believe in themselves, then the power of Buddha and Haotian will naturally become weak.

There is a wheelchair in front of the Yaping Stone House of Xiling Temple.

The watcher was sitting in a wheelchair, as if afraid of the wind and cold on the cliff, he wrapped the blanket tightly on his body with some difficulty, and then said: “When Haotian returns to the kingdom of God, go and kill them.”

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(I need something to eat, I will be later in the next chapter.)