Heavy, so heavy, so painful...
Why is the world bloody
Where am I
Why am I here
By the way, I was in the war between the North and the South.
I am a general from the Northern Shang Dynasty, and I...can't die! !
Hua Que's thoughts were interrupted. He regained some consciousness from the darkness of coma, and soon tried to open his eyes.
He comforted himself that what he had awakened was the water attribute bloodline that was biased toward resilience.
But the blood is almost gone, how can the bloodline power be of any use
He tried his best, his blood-stained eyebrows kept beating, but he still couldn't open his eyes and take a look at this last world.
His injuries were irreversible.
He was really dying.
A lifetime of memories swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern.
Finally, the memory stopped and fell on the little girl at home who would happily welcome him home. The little girl was his daughter.
And if he dies, will his daughter cry
Hua Que roared in pain, trying to inspire the fire of life, but in vain.
This time of waiting to die is extremely difficult and painful...
His consciousness became hazy again.
Vaguely, Hua Que heard footsteps not far away, and a girl's voice, "Uncle, there is another one alive here."
A glimmer of unfounded hope ignited in Hua Que's heart...
But he also knew that no one could save him.
impossible.
After a small moment.
He felt that his body seemed to be injected with a vitality. This was such a miraculous power that his injuries were slowly recovering.
Hua Que opened her eyes weakly and saw a man with long gray hair squatting in front of him. He was holding a golden needle in his hand, obviously healing himself.
Seeing him opening his eyes, the man smiled gently and said, "It will be fine soon."
As he spoke, he reached back, and the girl wearing a cat-eared cloak behind him handed over the golden needle in tacit agreement.
Hua Que lay quietly on her back, letting the man treat her.
And my heart is becoming calmer, and the pain in my body is also easing.
He was so excited that his eyes gradually became moist.
He was saved.
As a grown man and a general, Hua Que suddenly muttered: "Thank you... thank you benefactor..."
"Is your bloodline tending to recover?" the man asked casually while using the needle.
Normally, Hua Que would not say much, but when facing his benefactor, he answered frankly: "Reporting to my benefactor, the bloodline I awakened is a bloodline with the water attribute. Although it cannot form a huge Dharma body, it can As your own resilience increases, you can sometimes help others recover.”
The man nodded, and he suddenly used his strength to insert the needle, and some of the congestion in Hua Que's body was immediately released.
The feeling of comfort comes,
The Northern Shang general couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The man took back the golden needle, grabbed a bottle of pills from his arms and stuffed them into his hand, and warned: "This is a healing elixir that nourishes blood and nourishes blood. Take one pill every morning. After seven days, you can basically recover."
"Thank you, benefactor..." Hua Que no longer knew how to repay.
The man asked casually: "What are your plans after this?"
Hua Que did not ask about the identity of the person in front of him, and sighed: "As a general of the Northern Shang Dynasty, since I have not died in battle, I should naturally return to the camp."
The man suddenly took out a book box and handed it to him, "This book is called Qingsang. It records the methods of treating diseases and injuries of living people. You can study hard and practice hard, and then anyone who is kind-hearted and loves medical skills can pass it on to others." .”
At this time, Hua Que didn't know how valuable the book was, so he just asked, "I don't know what I call my benefactor?"
The man smiled and shook his head without answering, and then said: "You have to promise me three things to deliver the letter. From now on, the disciples must also make the disciples swear to abide by it."
Hua Que said cautiously: "My dear benefactor, please tell me."
The man said: "First of all, believers should not deliberately hide their secrets. They must always make it clear that they are part of the world's doctors, and they must always work hard for the advancement of medicine in the world;
Secondly, when saving people, one must not look at the superior or the inferior, have evil intentions, or seek undue gain;
Third, keep the patient's confidentiality and do not talk nonsense or spread rumors. "
Hua Que recited it once and then vowed to obey it.
The man then stood up and walked away.
And the girl wrapped in a cat-eared cloak was carrying a big box and jumping around, continuing to look for the injured.
Treating illnesses and rescuing people, rescuing lives and injuries, this scene is fixed in Hua Que's eyes, and there is no greater mercy than this.
He held the book box in his hand tightly, feeling that it was heavier than a ten thousand-foot mountain.
Looking at the retreating figure...
Hua Que couldn't help but murmur softly: "Can you save yourself from such a troubled world?"
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Autumn is over, winter is snowing...
In the era of endless war, there were countless injured and sick people, and thieves who took advantage of the chaos were everywhere.
But I don’t know since when, two figures have passed through this era, like the compassionate hands of gods and Buddhas gently brushing away the pain of the world...
Whenever these two figures pass by, they treat illnesses and save people, influence everyone with their kindness, teach medicine and teach people medical skills.
And if there are any extremely vicious thieves, these two people will not be afraid at all.
Gods and Buddhas have kind brows and kind eyes, and they also have angry eyes. The man in green robes has heads rolling in every time he raises his hands and feet, but this is nothing to him.
Gradually, people finally identified the "Master" in the temple with this living man.
Save people, preach,
Preachers save people again and preach again...
After such a cycle, the strange book "Qing Nang" finally became widely circulated.
This is the third article after "The Strength of the World" and "The Image of the World". Regardless of camp or power, people have gone everywhere to copy the "Qing Nang Book".
The book written by Master must be a strange book among strange books.
The first page of "Qing Nang Shu" is a small oath:
Anyone who opens this book must make a silent oath in his heart: First, believers must not deliberately hide their secrets...
These are the three points Xia Ji and Hua Que talked about.
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One year has passed,
Two years have passed,
The fierce fighting between the north and the south did not stop for a moment.
But people seem to be getting tired of this battle.
Even Lu Miaomiao is no longer a girl, she is already twenty-three years old.
During this war, the Master's name spread throughout the north and south.
He educates the world, teaches medicine and teaches Taoism, and he is the teacher of the world.
He works hard to save lives and heal the wounded, and he is a model for the world.
He traveled all over the country...
There are countless people saved directly and indirectly.
And the Master was the only one who would not be attacked by anyone even if he walked across the battlefield between the two armies.
Some armies would even stop fighting because of the Master's arrival.
This level of fighting was so exaggerated that once, the generals on both sides shouted to charge, but both sides saw the master passing by, so the charging camp instantly solidified.
When the master stood between the two armies, the master waved his hand and said loudly: "Don't fight anymore."
The generals on both sides sighed, but military orders could not be violated.
At this time, the master said: "Just say that I persuaded the soldiers and made them no longer willing to fight. Then you will have a reason."
After hearing this, the generals on both sides clasped their fists and led the troops back directly.
Over time…
More and more troops were persuaded to retreat by Xia Ji.
Later, even if the two armies faced each other, they didn't want to fight so much.
one person,
Teach the world,
Travel the world,
A word,
Stop the war.
There is no one else but the Master.
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at this time.
In the unknown space, the black waterfall has flowed out, but this space still presents a strange sense of movement.
Nine incomprehensible figures exist in this space like mountains and rivers, surrounding the mysterious huge outline.
Someone suddenly spoke, sparking a brief conversation.
"Who does he look like?"
"The ancient saints each had their own holy path, and the path he walked was the holy path. I remember that the path the Supreme Master once walked was different from him, but it felt similar."
"A person like him... is a person from your Su family. What do you think we should do?"
"Of course I hope he lives."
"Educate the world and create temples in every mountain and river. Don't mention the later stage, but also the kind of terrifying existence such a person will become in the mid-term. You don't know, right?"
"I know, but he is my blood!"
"Huh, then give up your seat to him. The nine of us are on the same boat. No matter how many conflicts there are between us, there must be no conflict on this matter, otherwise we will be everyone's enemy.
Since he is your bloodline and he is walking on the holy path of panic, if you want him to live, then let him take your place, are you willing? "
“…”
"Okay, actually, there is no need to worry so far, because he has not awakened his bloodline, and as long as he does not break through to the peak of the Eleventh Realm and breaks away from the mortal wheel of fate for one day, it is not a serious problem."
"Fellow Taoists have survived since ancient times. There is no need to get angry easily. After all, the time has not yet come."
"The bloodline of your Su family is really special. This small era has not passed a hundred years, but it has actually given birth to two monsters, one is Xia Ji, one is Feng Nanbei, one is Black Emperor, and one is Saint."
"Everyone has his chance."
"If Xiaji were not the Black Emperor, and Ruofeng Nanbei had not broken through the eleventh realm, do you think they would still be alive?"
"Hmph, everyone, please remember that if there are people like this in your family from now on, they will all be killed without fail."
"As it should be."
"Then we reach a consensus. If Feng Nanbei breaks through the eleventh realm, we will depose him. But if there is no breakthrough, his name as master is worthy of the name, so let him go. He really deserves the holy name in this life. .”
"Agree."
"Agree."
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Elsewhere, in the secret room of the Northern Shang Palace, a brief secret meeting was also being held.
The people who can be in this secret room are all the most important figures in Beishang today.
However, the theme of the secret meeting is still the Master today.
"If I don't get rid of my master, the people's hearts will be unstable. It will be a matter of time for me, the Northern Shang, to be defeated."
"Master is almost a saint. Even in the history books and celebrity records of the past three thousand years, there has never been such a figure.
Such characters are truly admirable.
For example, if there are ten fights in the Era, the master alone will monopolize seven fights, and the remaining three fights will be divided among the others. "
"What a pity, why is he the imperial master of the Zhou Dynasty and why is he from a noble family?"
"Those who obey the heavens will prosper, and those who go against the heavens will perish. The Master may not go along with the heavens, nor may he go against the heavens. Everything he thinks is truly for the sake of the world and for the eternal prosperity of the human world.
If you look closely, you will see that the Master did not actually help the Zhou Dynasty deal with our Northern Shang, but only killed our assassins who attacked Ji Xuan.
I guess that these people actually know that destiny cannot be done, and they are preparing for the world to wait for thousands of years. "
Suddenly someone said with suppressed excitement: "I once heard the Master talk about his great aspirations."
"oh?"
Everyone suddenly became curious.
The man said slowly: "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations.
Educate the world and equip the world with soldiers. There will be no one who cannot resist injustice, no one who cannot resist violence, no one who dares to speak out in fear of evil, no one who can flatter and submit to the power and wealth.
My only wish in my life is that everyone in the world be like a dragon, and that I can become a king. "
One word fell.
The entire secret room fell into silence.
Every word is like the top of a sacred mountain, revealing indescribable weight and holiness.
After a long time, the man in imperial robes who was the leader let out a long sigh: "What a man, everyone is like a dragon, and he turns himself into a king.
This person is the saint of this world.
However, this person had to be eliminated.
Otherwise, the people's support will not be with our Dachang, and our defeat will be decided. "
Another man laughed at himself and said: "After six years of fighting, soldiers killed each other, mountains of bones and rivers of blood flowed. I never thought that in the end, the key to the world's general trend would be tied to a man who never went to war.
Not only did this man never go out to kill people, but he actually cured diseases and saved people. People all over the world built countless shrines for him.
Our hands are stained with blood and we have killed countless people.
But he saved countless people, and there were countless people alive.
It is extremely ironic and unsettling for our conscience to kill such a saint now. "
The person who talked about Master's ambition before also spoke up: "Which of you has never read "The Power of the World", "Image of the World", or "The Book of Green Bags"
Is there anyone who has not obtained skills and improved their strength from these three holy scriptures
To put it another way, we are all disciples of the Master.
It’s fine if you are a disciple and don’t recognize your master. Why are you plotting to kill your master now? "
The secret room fell into silence again.
Suddenly, a woman sitting in the corner of the secret room said: "I was on the front line a few days ago and happened to get Master's fourth book. Master never stingy with his knowledge. It seems that the book has not spread yet. I spent I spent three days and three nights and roughly read through it... "
She suddenly fell silent.
But everyone listened quietly.
The woman said: "That book makes me ashamed."
The man in imperial robes in the first game said: "What kind of book is it?"
The woman took out a thick booklet from her arms, waved her hand, and passed the booklet out, passing several feet away and falling into the hands of the man in imperial robes.
Through the light in the secret room, the man could clearly see the eight characters on the cover of the book: Confucianism and Taoism in the world, the benevolent are invincible.
"The benevolent are invincible... The benevolent are invincible..."
The man in imperial robe couldn't help but tightly closed his eyes.
Maybe people say that these four words are full of hypocrisy, but these four words were written by Master, and they are really...
He clenched his fists and pressed down the book, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
After a long time, the man in imperial robes slowly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "If Master is the one who controls this world, I have nothing to say.
But no.
But we have endured so much hardship and fought so hard, and now it’s the last moment, so we can’t slack off.
Everyone, if we don’t kill Master, what other options can we have? "
He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a woman beside him.
The woman no longer has the aura of a young girl, but has the virtuousness and dignity of a noble lady, and the aura of a superior person who holds the power of life and death. However, the misty fairy aura still lingers.
"Sister...you and the Master were acquaintances, could you possibly persuade him?"
The woman was Xia Yun. She pondered for a moment and said, "When he and I were just disciples of the same aristocratic family, we had a chance encounter in the North..."
She suddenly paused and said: "I heard about the East China Sea disaster. He crossed the river to the north and is in my Beishang area. I will go see him and give it a try."
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