(twenty one)
It is said that three days after the assassination, people in the Holy Land organized another rally in the market. The common people and townspeople were all frightened when they saw this, and most of them hesitated to leave for fear of another assassin.
While countless people were looking at the passing parade floats indifferently, Yan Dahan, who had secretly received the secret order, personally led more than a hundred soldiers on the road to praise the virtues of the saint, and told the world that the assassin had surrendered to the law and converted.
Not long after, the number of people following the parade float gradually increased, and this time there was no gangster taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble along the way.
The crowd gathered around the saint and looked up to the saint. They gathered around the float and had no time to care whether there were sharp gravels under their feet, whether there was a wide enough road in front of them, or whether there was unfinished work at home.
With pious faith in their hearts, they followed along all the way, and their eyes were full of eager expectations for the future.
The float slowly drove into the square where the rally was held three days ago. Saint Murong Yan moved cautiously under the protection of four people on her left, right and front. These four people had already vowed to defend the saint's "death" with their lives. scholar". Among them, the one who led the way was Bai Feng, and two guards followed behind, escorting the assassins captured that day. They walked up to the platform together.
The saint stood in Taichung, clasped her hands in prayer, and told the people: "Everyone, someone assassinated me three days ago. Thanks to everyone's help, the little girl got away. I know that our idea may be It won't satisfy everyone - when the war is urgent, ordering soldiers to retire is equivalent to surrendering? But has this battle gained anything for you and me? No, on the contrary, this war It has destroyed the lives of countless people. The meaningless dispute should have ended long ago."
After saying that, Murong Yan looked sideways at the escorted assassin, and gently summoned him to come forward. Not only would that guy be treated like this, she was overjoyed, rushed to Murong Yan, knelt down in front of him, and paid her respects repeatedly: "Have you ever seen a saint?" Sir, I have met the Holy Lady."
"Get up." Murong Yan took the opponent's dirty left hand, but the assassin refused to stand up. Murong Yan had no choice but to explain to everyone in the audience: "This is one of the assassins who assassinated that day. He has sworn to the sacred tree to serve the sacred tree for the rest of his life and confessed everything to me."
"I know who the assassin's leader is, and he is hiding among the people in the audience. Perhaps he is preparing to make a move, hoping that he will have a chance to stab me in the market." Murong Yan once again tried to hold the assassin's hand and force him. He stood up and asked softly: "Can you stand up?"
"No, no, I can't. My feet, my feet are weak!" The assassin said with a smile: "This is the first time in my life that I have stood on such a high place, with so many people looking at me..."
"Hold my hand." Murong Yan made a strong effort, forcing the assassin to stand up and face the crowd, and continued: "You don't have to use the lives of innocent people to assassinate me. This little girl is just a person who caters to the will of the sacred tree and is responsible for delivering the way of heaven. People. Even if I die, the way of heaven will still exist. Can you change it?"
"Yes! The way of heaven!" The assassin shouted to embolden himself, saying: "The way of heaven is the human heart. The human body dies but the heart does not die! Brothers, we have suffered enough from the war! We are fleeing from famine day by day and have trouble sleeping at night. This Is farming really a human life?"
"Taipingdao, you are trying to harm my saint and destroy my holy land! I will never forgive him!" As soon as the assassin finished speaking, the audience was filled with different opinions.
Some said they didn’t know what Taiping Taoism was, some said Taiping Taoists were charitable and charitable, and some said they saw Taiping Taoists preaching along the street a few days ago.
Seeing that the time had come, Yan Dahan immediately stepped forward to maintain order, raised his sword to the sky, shouted in awe, and preached: "The evidence of the attempted murder by a hired murderer on Taiping Road is conclusive, and he should be punished as usual! Fortunately, the saint was compassionate and specifically ordered to pardon his death penalty. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped! If an assassin reports one of his accomplices, he will be exempted from punishment and sent to the army for hard labor; if he reports two or more people, he will be rewarded with silver; if he reports the leader of the assassins, the saint will personally reward you. "
After hearing this, Bai Feng walked up to the stage and knelt down in front of Murong Yan, held up the sword with both hands, and shouted: "Please, Holy Lady, take this sword and declare war on Taiping Road!"
"Okay." Murong Yan held her sword high. Dressed in white and paired with a dragon-crying sword, she was like an angel sending down an oracle: "You can come and kill me! If you kill me, will it wipe out our eagerness for a better future and a better future?" The mood of life?"
The young man responded: "Today may be the last time we stand on this stage, and it is also the last time we pass on the instructions of the sacred tree to you - please let your father, brother, son, and brother who are in the army come back. Well, this war should be over."
But after a moment, someone in the audience came forward to surrender, one, two, three... each of them had the same sleeve arrows as the previous assassins.
"People who have been nourished by the sacred tree, your wishes will definitely be conveyed to the hearts of the families on the front line. I am willing to pray for you day and night, so that your letters from home can be sent out safely, and that your wishes can be sent to the front line as soon as possible..." Murong With tears in her eyes, she knelt down gently and sincerely, and bowed her head to the hundreds, thousands, or even more people in the audience.
Seeing this, the pilgrims in the audience naturally said "no" repeatedly and knelt down in return.
During this trip, Bai Feng and Murong Yan combined their opinions with the wishes of the people of Wuchuan Army. Their lives and deaths suddenly became extremely insignificant in such a huge spiritual world.
This made the assassins who were observing the situation secretly couldn't help but think to themselves: "What's the point of killing her?"
After a while, the gathering ended, and Yan Dahan immediately rectified his troops and continued to stand behind the parade float. He was riding his horse on the road, still recalling everything he had just done in his mind. On a whim, he walked to the float, knocked on the window and greeted Bai Feng, saying: "Holy Lord, are we being too showy? After all, we don't know where they are at all." ah?"
"Sir Yan, we must do this, because we want to tell the world that we are the upright side..." Bai Feng looked at Yan Dahan and suddenly asked tentatively: "Sir Yan, weren't you very opposed to ending the war and downsizing at first? From the army? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"This is not because after listening to the teachings of the Holy Lord and the Holy Lady, the villain suddenly woke up and couldn't bear to see the people continue to suffer, so he thought about it all night and changed his mind."
"Huh! Yes, the people are suffering too much." Bai Feng replied nonchalantly, which made Yan Dahan feel at a loss and retreated to the ranks in embarrassment. Someone heard him curse in a low voice and said: "Tsk, Is it just that once you are proud, you start to look down on others?"
As the motorcade traveled towards dusk and the sun set, two Taoist priests slowly walked towards the parade float from the middle. They were one old and one young, with strange expressions and exquisite and elegant blue and white attire. They were the Taiping Taoists.
