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The goal of the knights and his party is exactly Huaihuang Town among the six towns.
A group of armored cavalry riding barge horses can travel thousands of miles in a day, but dragging them, a group of alien slaves, slows down a bit. Fortunately, after only rushing along the river for dozens of miles, there is an ancient track.
"It's time to reach the straight road!"
Tuoba Tao looked at the ancient road that cut through mountains and created rivers across the land of Hebei. He couldn't help but look in awe and said: "The ancestors of the Han people are so terrible. We Xianbei people can't open such a road in ten lifetimes."
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"If they hadn't been in constant civil strife...where would there be room for us Xianbei people to gallop in this Central Plains land?"
Po Liuhan next to him called out: "Tuoba Tao, aren't your Tuoba family going to be Han people? Why do you still think you are Xianbei people?"
"screw you!"
Tuoba Tao raised his whip and was about to whip him.
Stepping onto the road paved with black black stones, all the cavalrymen slowed down.
The road is so strange that once you take a step forward, there are many phantoms on both sides, appearing hundreds of steps ahead in an instant!
"Shrunk to an inch?"
Qian Chen's expression moved slightly and he opened his eyes, only to see endless karma flowing on this road.
The various people's hearts, the hard work, and the snatching of heaven and earth's creation when building this road in an instant are all reflected in the eyes...
If you have the bodhicitta heart, you can naturally see the countless corpses under this straight path, and through their hearts, you can sense the kindness and reluctance in their hearts.
But Qian Chen is not such a nagging person.
Building a straight road has killed countless people and injured countless people. Although it is tragic, it cannot bury the greatness of this road.
"Things that are suitable for thousands of miles are like being in a household; those that are suitable for thousands of miles are like leaving a neighbor's house!"
"This is the great magical power of thousands of miles away! The immortal Qin alchemist was actually able to imprint a great magical power on the earth. It has not been erased for tens of thousands of years, and it has become an eternal wonder!"
Qian Chen, like everyone else, got off the carriage and walked on the straight road step by step.
At the same time, the six supernatural powers are also activated involuntarily, sending all kinds of other minds, myriad dharmas, phenomena, and causes and effects into his heart to sharpen his original mind and encourage the Zen mind to sprout. This is the precepts and practice.
The Dharma Door of the Heart.
This is also the purpose of using the Bodhi tree and the twelfth-grade golden lotus to borrow the supreme magic power of the Buddha to imprint five kalpas and use infinite karma to help Qian Chen obtain the six supernatural powers.
But Qian Chen just used this to sharpen his nature.
On the one hand, I am deeply moved by the various "human beings" who have lived through history, and on the other hand, I can't help but marvel at the civilization created by Xian Qin.
"One step is only one mile, and a journey of thousands of miles is only ten thousand steps. If it were us, we would not be able to do it if the horse ran to death."
One of the cavalrymen sighed: "No wonder the previous shamanic rituals have lost their power with the nobles! If the Taoist sect of the Han people didn't look down on us Xianbei people, I would also want to practice Taoism! Fortunately, there are Buddhist masters who are approachable, even though our six towns are remote.
He also often comes to teach the Dharma!"
"Practice the Six-Word Great Light Mantra less!" Tuoba Tao said: "Although this mantra can illuminate the light in all directions, it will also weaken its sharpness and weaken the spirit of our soldiers!"
"But the Master said that cultivating the evil spirit of military masters is the most depleting life span. If you don't practice the six-character Great Light Mantra, your life span will be exhausted if you live to be two hundred years old."
The knight scratched his head and said distressedly: "And if you can cultivate Buddha's Light and have the power to protect yourself, you won't be afraid of the aliens and monsters in the northern border!"
Po Liuhan also said: "Yes! I remember when my husband and the others were outside the Great Wall, they had to contribute living people to the Ministry of Demons every year. The old people who couldn't survive, and some of the children who couldn't feed the old people, had to contribute to the Ministry of Blackwater.
demon."
"It took a lot of effort. We all worked hard to help the Cao family recover. In the end, we were abandoned in this hellish place, and we had to fight Rouran and the demon tribe."
"Everyone has to fight with demons before entering the customs. After entering the customs, not only do we have to fight with the demons, but the original Zahu tribe has also become a climate, and we have to fight with them? Didn't we enter the customs in vain? We became the Han people to help them guard the customs.
Are you a domestic slave?"
"Po Liuhan, shut up!" Tuoba Tao said calmly.
He raised his whip and pointed ahead, spreading into the mountains, opening up a straight road to the sky: "Did you see this road?"
"It is said that when Emperor Qin sent people to open this road, he summoned all the northern tribes."
"If the Xiongnu doesn't obey, thirty-six tribes will be wiped out; if the Donghu tribe doesn't obey, twelve tribes will be wiped out; if the demon tribe doesn't obey, sixty-one tribes will be wiped out!"
"The reason why the demon tribes in northern Xinjiang are hiding in the high mountains and swamps now, like a demon country, is because they were forced by the Immortal Qin in the past and had to unite together to escape to the extreme wilderness in the north!"
"At that time, the great alchemist of Xian Qin held a black iron whip. Wherever he went, mountains and rivers separated by themselves, and all the gods moved away from their ancestral lands in tears!"
"For the sake of her people, the benevolent God did not hesitate to turn into a human body and go to Xianyang to pray for the emperor, but her head was cut off and hung in Beique..."
"From Hebei to beyond the Great Wall, people's feet were worn flat, and the tears of the gods were dried up! They cursed the emperor day and night, and finally the emperor died. But thousands of years later, another Han Dynasty rode along this road
, flattened all the tribes along the way, and marched all the way to the foot of the sacred mountain!"
"Everyone among the Huns can sing: The emperor has a needle, wherever he points it, the sun will set there!"
"The emperor has a whip. Wherever he swings it, the mountains there will be driven away..."
"The emperor has an army. Wherever he looks! The pasture there will become his land, and the people there will flow like rivers of blood!"
Hearing this ancient song, all the Xianbei cavalrymen fell silent. Only then did the descendants of the Han clan mixed among them silently come over and walk along the straight road with everyone.
Qian Chen measured it with his steps. The numerous corpses buried under the road and the sad poems sung by the gods on both sides all flowed through his heart.
Suddenly a round of Buddha's light fell from the magical foot power, but it was a small magical power.
Invisibly, Qian Chen's footsteps fell, not moving a speck of dust, not hurting any living thing, as if a lotus flower had bloomed invisibly, following his footsteps.
The magical power of growing lotus step by step!
Qian Chen listened to all this and was immersed in it. At the same time, he could not let this misery and suffering smooth out other concepts in his heart. He must maintain the kindness in his heart, but he must not be saved by Buddhism and lose himself.
He could only think of other things.
"I asked Junior Sister Ning to take the mountain whip! Well... Senior Brother Yan is still too stubborn and clings to the sect's views. Little does he know that a whip is also a sword. Who said that without the tip of the sword, it can't kill people! Sooner or later, Junior Sister Ning will have Guang Han
Did the imperial treasure come to you?"
"That knife is the most suitable. It's too laborious to get a whip!"
After walking like this step by step for who knows how long, even the steps of the Kunlun warriors carrying the sea tank were slow, and then they saw Huaihuang Town appearing in front of them.
Although it is called a town, it is actually a huge defense system composed of a majestic city, dozens of border towns, countless fortifications, and rural communities. The majestic city in front of you has large arrow towers ten feet high at the four corners, all of which are perfectly restricted.
Warcraft.
It is built with black stone, and the evil spirits are condensed into one body. The stone bricks at the bottom of the tower are inscribed with Buddhist scriptures.
The city wall is a full twenty feet high and is made of long boulders several feet long and wide. The wall is as flat as a chasm. Each boulder is inscribed with scriptures, and there are dark black traces of dried blood on it.
The evil spirit inside condensed into a piece of mixed iron, and the deep Buddha nature was nurtured by the scriptures.
Qian Chen looked over and saw that Xiongcheng was like a protector with four arms spread out, each holding a vajra, a human head, a long knife, and a bow and arrow.
Only then did I realize that this city was a sacred mountain of the Hu tribe that was hollowed out by Buddhism. The mountain was covered with scriptures written by monks with their blood. Then countless people built it for ten years before refining a god and casting it together with the majestic city into an indescribable statue.
The mobile Luotian magic weapon.
If the great alchemist of Xian Qin would only sneer: "It can't move, does it deserve to be called Luotian magic weapon?"
But for the demon tribe and the Rouran people of Northern Xinjiang, this city is an endless source of blood and tears.
“Take a few laps around the city when you have time!”
Qian Chen could tell at a glance that the scriptures on the city wall suppressed the souls of countless evil demons and ghosts on the battlefield, and the city was like hell.
The karma among them is extremely long and astonishing.
Surrounding it twice can really sharpen your mind and develop two small magical powers.
It is also said that Buddhism in this frontier fortress is indeed a bit evil, and many Buddhist practices are almost witchcraft. This is also a trend of the integration of witchcraft and Buddhism in northern Xinjiang.
After all, the decline of witchcraft is a general trend.
Buddhism is wide open to all aspects. Even the most stubborn wizards among the Hu people have to practice the widely spread Buddhist teachings. Otherwise, when doing funerals for the Hu people, their families will ask if they have taken away their souls for refining without chanting sutras.
Law?
Of course, chanting sutras doesn’t hinder soul-catching!
If it hinders them, they won't be able to read...
The cavalry drove the slaves towards the city gate, and the soldiers were not surprised. If they could not enslave the people outside the wall and those passing by, their lives in the six towns would have been long ago.
Just the annual demon attack, and if they cannot be repelled, will give away the population of the demon country, which is enough to drain the blood of the six towns.
Of course, this kind of blood food is all about plundering the population outside the Great Wall.
The people of the Central Plains can farm, weave, and produce various materials, but they cannot be used casually. If not, the Rouran people would not harass and attack the six towns from time to time.
In fact, they bullied each other too much. Many of the subordinates could not stand the bullying from Xianbei in the Six Towns, so they all defected to Rouran. The two sides had reached the point of blood feud.
The population brought by Tuoba Tao was the most precious, providing slaves for various noble tribes and Han people. Foreigners who could carry swords, had a breath or two, and were born with magical powers would be captured and used as soldiers.
Weak aliens like the Sharks would spin yarns for noble weavers and produce spiritual objects.
A monster monk with skeletons hanging all over his body came over casually, glanced at it twice, then raised a Gong bowl in his hand, cut his wrist to let out the blood, and then dipped his index finger into the blood, and put it on each slave's head.
On his forehead, a rune was drawn.
"Okay! You can't run away now!" The fierce monk threatened: "If you dare to run away, I will chant a spell and send them to hell, and they will never be reincarnated!"
After saying that, he recited the mantra, and the heads hanging around his neck all spoke together, making dozens of chanting sounds noisy.
However, the souls of the slaves escaped from their bodies and saw the demon monk standing high above them, while they seemed to be struggling in his hands.
Everyone was scared out of their wits.
Qian Chen could tell at a glance that this method was just to plant a blood curse in the slave's body so that he could be caught when he escaped.
With that monster monk's cultivation level, if he wanted to capture people's souls from the air, he would have to pay a lot of souls and still not get back the original value! Of course, it would be much easier to plant the illusion of hell and fear now and then cast the spell in the future.
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And that hell is just the Gargong magic weapon in his hand, with more than twenty levels of restrictions and a hundred and eight living souls refined into it.
Moreover, the method of soul refining is extremely crude, not to mention compared to the demons refined by the devil, even the methods used by some leftists to concoct evil ghosts are cleaner and neater than this.
Seeing Qian Chen's ascetic attire, the demon monk's eyes lit up. The head of a person with strong mental power is most suitable for refining magic weapons. If he really encounters a monk who has no cultivation but no cultivation.
His Gagong bowl can be replaced with an embryo immediately!
"Where did this thing come from? It doesn't have any magic power, and it dares to pretend to be my Buddhist disciple!" The demon monk's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he went up to catch Qian Chen.
But Tuoba Tao stood in front of him and said: "Master, this person is an eminent monk I invited from overseas. He practices closed-mouthed meditation and prays for my grandmother's longevity. Master, since you are not good at praying, don't stand in front of me.
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Seeing Tuoba Tao holding down the long knife at his waist, the demon monk could only smile but said: "It turns out that it is the guest invited by the old lady Tuoba, but it is my blindness!"
"We are stupid and don't understand Master's Dafa. My master just mentioned the day before yesterday that he wanted to accept a disciple with good foundation!"
"I think this novice monk has a good foundation. If he has any good skills overseas, why not join me as a disciple of the master and become a fellow disciple? It will be a blessing!"
Although Tuoba Tao is not afraid of this monster monk, the master he talks about is an eminent monk with extremely high magical power and profound cultivation among the six towns. He is highly respected by the believers and trusted by the nobles of the six towns. He only accepts disciples.
Don't worry, it's just a mixed bag of people.
If he met Qian Chen, he might really be interested in accepting a disciple.
Moreover, that man was already a Yin Shen cultivator, and also practiced Buddhism and Taoism. He was known as the Patriarch of Dalabatu. Even the old lady of his family had to be careful to deal with this person.
Qian Chen raised his eyes slightly after hearing this.
I was thinking about whether I should find a well-established monk to break my first killing ritual...
After all, it is so satisfying to use Buddhist people to break the Buddhist prohibition of killing, and to end all the merits and karma with one sword!
All kinds of causes and effects arise, endless karma worries, and the murderous intention is still the same as before. This is - breaking the precepts sword technique.
To put it bluntly:
My hands are itchy!
I want to sharpen my knife!
After frightening away the monster monk, Tuoba Tao had to go back with the sun gold to recover, so he asked one of the Xianbei people to take Qian Chen to the deserted areas of the six towns to find a place to stay temporarily.
The Huangji was just outside the barracks. It was originally a gathering place for the families of the soldiers. Later, gradually, female dancers, juggling, gambling, laundry, and cooking, many Huangji people gradually moved in, forming large and small ghettos.
son.
Although this is not conducive to raising the army for combat, the upper management has tried several times to stop it.
We can only let this strange scene of a market next to the barracks be tolerated.
That is to say, the six border towns, if it is Chang'an and Luoyang, the barracks will have to be detoured from the market...
Qian Chen walked silently asking for alms. Through various practices along the way, the so-called traces of karma are just two words - influence! Karma is the various influences left by sentient beings in this world.
This influence is invisible and intangible. It is placed in matter and manifested as laws.
Only when it falls in the heart, and all dharmas are transmitted to me, can they be disturbed in the heart, and can be transmitted from heart to heart. However, all dharmas have no self, so they are called 'karma'. The manifested karma is nothing but the Buddha's cause and effect, which strengthens oneself.
Give it a carrier.
Qian Chen's journey is actually to let the influence flowing among all living beings flow through his heart and imprint it with his heart.
This influence is manifested in six kinds of magical powers.
His mind can detect everything he sees. Ordinary people have slow perception and have barriers in their hearts, so they can know their own hearts but not other people's hearts. Qian Chen's infinite karma has turned into his mind, which is what he sees and what he sees.
All living beings can hear, know, and feel all the thoughts in their hearts.
Good and evil!
True and false!
The beauty and evil of human nature all come one by one with karma.
This was also the reason why Qian Chen remained silent and indifferent. After all the previous killings and cutting off living beings, all kinds of causes and effects on them condensed into forms and landed on Nezha Xiang.
Qian Chen was troubled by the traces left by more than a hundred lives in this world.
Although these people are called sea merchants and are actually pirates, most of their worries are just like this.
But it is inevitable that some people have lingering consciences, or they have wives and children at home. Through his mind communication, he can feel their sincere concern, especially the children's expectation for their father to come home, which is not easy to bear.
What's more, Wulun also has destiny, which can evolve into various futures.
Qian Chen was aware of the fate of a girl who starved to death and was sold to all kinds of misery. He couldn't bear it several times and wanted to break out of the Yasha Ghost Department. He quickly escaped to those people and rescued her in accordance with the law.
But he can't!
If you save one person, you will save thousands of people. If you are biased, you will be partial to all kinds of thoughts.
These six magical powers add to the karma, and secretly contain various Buddhist methods. If one cannot clearly understand the difference between the original heart and other hearts in this compassionate heart, Qian Chen will be saved sooner or later.
How easy it is to say ‘I don’t want to’!
But if you really don't go against your true heart, how difficult it is to face all the miseries in the world.
At this time, Qian Chen must be hard-hearted!
"My ears listen to the suffering of life, my eyes observe all the difficulties, my heart is full of compassion, and I don't have the bodhicitta! I am fighting against the Bodhisattva in my heart!"
Qian Chen could only smile bitterly. This was the first time he had collided with the Bodhisattva's Taoist heart.
It is extremely difficult to do it consistently.
It’s not easy to remain indifferent…
Fortunately, he is not the first cause of all kinds of suffering and karma. It is just that the suffering of all living beings enters his ears and reflects in his eyes along with the karma.
If he had allowed his karma to rotate and caused these sufferings with his own hands, his inner pressure would be even heavier.
This is also the reason why Qian Chen remained silent and devoted himself to asceticism.
Whatever he does now, there is endless pressure from his heart, so he can only temporarily cut off his own karma and hone himself bit by bit until he breaks the five precepts one by one.
Just when Qian Chen was wielding the knife in his heart, facing the suffering that comes with all kinds of karma, and facing the most complex human problems in the world with his own heart.
He was also walking through the market street holding a wooden bowl as he practiced asceticism.
After all, Huaihuang Town has a profound influence from Buddhism.
Although Qian Chen looked like a novice monk of sixteen or seventeen years old, with his tattered clothes and thin body, he looked like a real ascetic monk.
Such an act with a strong sense of religious ritual is the easiest to attract believers. Soon a rich man opened his pockets and wanted to give away pearls and gems. Qian Chen raised his hand slightly and refused the gift. Another person brought the remaining water and poured it.
In his wooden bowl.
According to Buddhism, Qian Chen cannot refuse.
Although he was not a serious monk, Qian Chen decided to follow the precepts before breaking the five precepts.
There was even an old poor woman on the road who was equally skinny and showing her age, giving him food and water.
The karma turned around and almost made Qian Chen unable to hold himself any longer.
The good intentions conveyed by his telepathic message were true, but one month after the fateful telepathic message was received, the old man's granddaughter would die of hunger and thinness, and part of the karma was transferred to the food.
I need life-saving rations from others.
If Qian Chen hadn't been a wise man, he would have wanted to teach this old woman a lesson. How could he have used the remaining grain to give alms to the monks?
But in his mind, the old woman clearly understood this. Although Qian Chen looked really thin when giving alms to Qian Chen, the poor also had a kind heart, and there were various blessings from giving alms according to Buddhist teachings.
She actually had a faint despair about her granddaughter's life and death, and a kind of compassion to build her merits in the next life.
"The karma is endless!"
Qian Chen has deep roots in his heart that Buddhism cannot save the world, and magical power cannot transcend everything.
Even so, he still wants to save people...
"What if we chant mantras and apply magical powers to save people? What's the difference between me and the Buddha? We both use magical powers to create an illusory world, but in the face of the suffering of all living beings, is it too hypocritical to have magical powers but not use them?"
"In the past, when the Buddha faced the destruction of his country, he chose Buddhism between Buddhism and supernatural powers."
"But faced with the suffering of all living beings, he finally chose to combine Buddhism and supernatural powers to try to save the world."
"I can't be inferior to Buddha! Buddha also knew that supernatural powers are not as good as Buddhism, so he must put Buddhism first!"
Qian Chen thought for a long time and found that even other Taoist masters could only imitate the Buddha, such as Taiyi, who saved the suffering, and their behavior was already biased towards Buddhism.
And the realm is higher, Taishang.
Too supreme to forget love, too supreme to be self-centered, too supreme to be in harmony with the Tao... He still can't understand it now.
"Karma comes with the heart, and it is most deadly when it is transmitted from heart to heart. I have faced many great enemies in the heavens and demon ancestors, but the kindness of an old woman made it impossible for me to deal with it."
Qian Chen actually knew that it wasn't that he couldn't deal with the old woman's heart.
What he cannot cope with is the way of the Buddha.
"Do I really want to cut off other people's hearts and build barriers in their hearts? As long as I can't understand other people's hearts, I can stick to myself? But if my self is so paranoid, doesn't it become a demon? If I can't cut off their hearts, then I can only cut them off.
My heart!"
"The suffering in his heart moved my heart to compassion, my compassion struck me, Bodhi sprouted, and I took that step into Buddhism?"
"No, I don't want to!"
"Never want to..."
Qian Chen put his hands on his knees. Although the cold light of the ice soul was invisible, the Guanghan Love-Severing Heavenly Sword was already in his hand. With a slash of the sword, he could cut off his mind and stop understanding the suffering of all sentient beings.
But there was still a voice in his heart telling himself that this was wrong!
Killing my heart has changed myself, but cutting other people's hearts is not the same.
One is the Buddha's heart, and the other is the demonic nature.
If the Buddha's mind is unmoved, he falls into the devil's nature? Isn't all the previous efforts in vain?
Qian Chen looked at the wooden bowl in his hand that was full of drinking water. Although it was rough and mixed together, like swill, it felt extremely heavy.
He sighed quietly: "I never thought... my sword would be disadvantageous!"
After saying that, he lowered his head and carefully swallowed the mixed food bit by bit.
There are many leftover meals among them.
Chapter completed!