"Uh..." Duke Zilan was choked to the point of speechlessness. He smiled and looked at Master Yuankong for help. The latter looked troubled, as if he didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere at the scene became a little awkward. Chen Xing didn't say a word. The other two looked at each other, big eyes and small eyes, and they just froze.
In the end, Chen Xing took the initiative to break the deadlock and said angrily, "Just tell me what you want."
After all, he is the person in charge of this war, and the others are just foils and are not responsible for the final result.
If this continues, I'm afraid Marquis Haitang will die from excessive blood loss without him taking action.
It's not that he really wants to save the other person, but that he has to do it. If this was just Dongfang Xuanyuan's personal wish, or Master Yuankong's benevolence, he wouldn't have to pay attention to it.
Problems related to interests can be solved by using interests, but it is just a question of how to divide the cake, how much should be divided and how little should be divided. If it doesn't work, he will suffer a little loss and make some concessions. Dongfang Xuanyuan would not risk his life to defend his former enemy, and Master Yuankong would not need to offend him, a popular figure in the Northern Alliance, just for the sake of benevolence. Just asking, should Silver Claw’s state religion be changed to something else in the future?
But now it is not a question of interests, but a question of world law.
Can he still be counted on to rule that even the person behind him dares not break easily?
Of course, he could ignore it, but the price would be his reputation being ruined and being ostracized and isolated from mainstream society. The result is self-evident, and establishing a nation with mercenaries will become a completely empty ideal.
Between killing his enemies and achieving his dreams, he chose the latter.
Just like the choices he made in his past life. When he was in school, he would not give up on his studies because of some annoying teachers and classmates. At work, he would not give up his career prospects just because of a few annoying bosses.
Because he firmly believes that when he overcomes obstacles and reaches the next peak, some of the original people and things will become insignificant.
Enemies that used to require all-out confrontation may now only require one word to make the opponent's life worse than death.
Instead of fighting in a cage, it is better to break out of the cocoon, climb a little higher, and look back. You may find that many things you originally cared about have become insignificant.
He once watched a movie about inheritance and ideals, and liked a passage in it very much.
What you see and hear often frustrates you
The world is so powerful
Too powerful to think of changing them
But if I have the opportunity to understand your life in advance,
I know that youth is only for these days
I wonder if you will still care about those things that the world wants you to care about?
I hope that when you are hit, you will remember your preciousness and resist malice.
May you firmly believe in your preciousness when you are confused
Love what you love, do what you do
Follow your heart, don’t ask about the West or the East
In front of dreams, the life and death of an enemy are insignificant.
"Donor, please wait a moment..." Master Yuankong bowed to Chen Xing, then walked to Wei Haitang and performed the Buddha salute with one hand, "Amitabha, good, good, good."
Wei Haitang struggled and nodded in return.
Master Yuankong looked into his eyes and said slowly, "Almsgiver Haitang, are you willing to give up the world of mortals, take refuge in my Buddha, and from now on stop caring about worldly affairs and devote yourself to ascetic cultivation?"
"Disciple, disciple is willing to..."
Wei Haitang's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was out of breath, as if he had lost too much blood and could faint at any time.
"Are you willing to join my Tongren Alley and become an ascetic?" Master Yuankong asked again.
Wei Haitang showed a complicated expression, seeming to be unwilling and helpless. Finally, he sighed, nodded and said, "Disciple is willing..."
"Do you know that there is no end to the sea of suffering, and there is no shore to turn back to." Master Yuankong asked again.
Wei Haitang nodded as if resigned.
Whether it is the Atonement Monastery of the Holy Light Church, the Bronze Man Alley of the Neo-Zen Sect, or the Library of the Dead of the Supreme God Sect, they are all punitive in nature. Only entering but not exiting is equivalent to a life sentence.
"The three vows have been made. From now on, you will be the 219th generation disciple of Buddhism. Because one of your arms was broken, your name is missing and your dharma title is missing."
As Master Yuankong spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Wei Haitang's chest. Faint green light overflowed from the fingers, and the wound gradually stopped bleeding.
After stopping Wei Haitang's injury, Master Yuankong came to Chen Xing and performed the Buddhist salute with one hand.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
"From now on, there will be one less Haitang Hou and one more ascetic in the world."
Chen Xing cupped his hands and responded with an ancient ritual, which was regarded as acquiescing to this result.
"Donor, our New Zen Sect owes you a favor." After saying that, Yuankong helped the ascetic to get off his feet and walked towards the wilderness.
They will walk all the way to Jinfen Port and take a boat to the birthplace of New Zen Buddhism, the "Great Temple" located in the Kunlun Mountains in the central part of the Eastern Continent.
The Great Temple is also known as the "Kunlun Great Temple", and together with the Holy Light Church in the western continent and the Black Tower Academy in the central wilderness, it is known as the three major religious holy places.
When Liao Que left, he couldn't help but look back at Dongfang Xuanyuan, his Adam's apple twitching and he hesitated to speak.
"The shadow of the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, the eternal empty Zen mind, has ended the affairs of the mortal world, and cut off the ties to the world..."
"Liao Que, things in this world have nothing to do with you anymore."
Under the persuasion of Master Yuankong, Liao Que closed his eyes, turned around and left, never to look back again.
"The matter is over, it's time for me to leave." Dongfang Xuanyuan patted Chen Xing's shoulder with an encouraging look, "Young man, enjoy your victory!"
After saying that, he strode away [Baidu].
"Wait..." Chen Xing stopped Dongfang Xuanyuan, then faced him and bowed solemnly, "Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your help!"
Since the other party calls him his nephew, he doesn't mind getting closer. In some ways, he is a very simple person. If others are good to him, he will be good to others.
However, Dongfang Xuanyuan waved his hand and said modestly, "You and I are ministers of the same dynasty. We should help each other and benefit each other, and jointly expand the territory for the Lord."
"Uncle Dongfang, do you have any other needs?" Chen Xing asked directly. If conditions permit, he doesn't want to owe too many favors.
"That's it..." Dongfang Xuanyuan pondered for a while and said, "Wei Haitang's three sons, no..." He corrected, "For the three sons of Wei Haitang, can my nephew be magnanimous and open-minded?"
"Wei Qinghai must die, others can do whatever they want." Chen Xing said.
This good-for-nothing is cruel by nature, and it will harm women even if he keeps him, and he often cripples women. It is simply a waste of natural resources. He was like a wild wolf, instinctively hostile to the hyenas that competed with him for food.
"Okay, then I'll listen to my nephew." Dongfang Xuanyuan smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied with the result.
Then, Dongfang Xuanyuan let out a clear roar, and the giant steel dragon snaked out, soaring into the clouds and riding the mist.
"Good nephew, see you tomorrow!"
Dongfang Xuanyuan jumped onto the dragon's head, stood with his hands behind his back, and flew towards the luxurious aeroboat high in the sky.
After a while, Chen Xing couldn't help but cursed the old fox when he saw the little black dot disappearing into the clouds. How could a person with a flying Yuling spirit leave on foot?
It was obviously just pretending, waiting for him to take the initiative to express his position.
But then again, although the result is not satisfactory and there are many regrets, this is a game of power, and we have achieved a result that is not comfortable for everyone, but is acceptable.
Negotiation is a process of mutual compromise.
Chen Xing took a long breath, gathered his mood, and shouted to his subordinates behind him: "Brothers, we are entering the city!"
"Yeah!" "Long live!"
The joyful atmosphere spread rapidly among the soldiers like an infectious disease. They cheered, fired into the sky, or threw their helmets into the air.
Chen Xing then left the logistics personnel to clean the battlefield, take care of the prisoners, and led the main force into the city of Silver Eagle.
When the troops arrived at the city gate, a group of richly dressed local nobles were already waiting there, lining up to welcome them.
"Congratulations, Mr. Chen, on your great victory and your entry into the royal city!"
Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison.
"Congratulations, Mr. Chen, on your great victory and your entry into the royal city!" The other nobles also congratulated them, but compared to Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi, they all looked nervous, cramped, and frightened. All of them lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath.
"These are wealthy families who have admired you for a long time and are determined to turn over the dark side and refuse to participate in the war." Wu Hai introduced.
Chen Xing nodded in response to show his approval.
The heads of the family were immediately relieved and smiled one after another. It is foreseeable that for these people who are on opposite sides at critical moments, their rapid rise to success is just around the corner!
"Sir, we have sent family troops to take over the city defense and ordered the city to be closed. Now not even a fly can fly out." Wu Hai reported.
"Well, very good." Chen Xing nodded. This Wu Hai was smarter than he thought and knew how to seal off the city early to prevent those fat sheep who were in the wrong team from running away with their belongings.
"The Silver Palace has been heavily guarded, waiting for you to take over." Zhu Zexi rushed to say.
A hint of gloom flashed in Wu Hai's eyes, but he soon returned to normal.
Chen Xing saw it and thought that the Silver Claw Iron Triangle was not as united as it seemed. In the face of power, humanity is revealed.
But he doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. It's easier for him to control the people below who are fighting for power, especially for a behind-the-scenes ruler with no foundation.
"Sir, the soldiers have fought bloody battles and are exhausted. Please go to the city to rest." Wu Hai said.
"Sir, please!" the family heads said in unison.
Then the main force of the expeditionary force entered the Silver Eagle Territory.
Chen Xing rode the White Wolf King and walked at the front of the team. The family heads gathered around, walking on the spacious royal city avenue.
On the upper floors of the residents on both sides, women stood on the windowsills and sprinkled fine petals outside.
Both sides of the road were filled with residents, holding flowers and various snacks, cheering for the soldiers of the expeditionary force.
As the deputy commander-in-chief of the entire army, Xiang Caidi followed Chen Xing on a fire-hoofed bronze bull, riding together with Jian Yuecang.
"How do you feel?" Xiang Caidi looked at the cheering people and asked the head maid.
"I saw fear in their eyes." Jian Yue Canglian whispered.
Xiang Caidi grabbed the biscuit bag that flew over, opened it, ate it quickly, and threw it to the soldiers behind, "You will get used to it gradually."
The scene of welcoming the invaders along the road seems a bit unbelievable, but for thousands of years, such a situation is not uncommon in the kingdom's civil wars.
Because to most of the residents, they were subjects of the kingdom no matter who was the ruler. As long as they don't make things difficult for them, it doesn't matter whoever becomes the ruler.
And this is especially true for the people of the Red Country who advocate force. They believe that the strong is respected and the winner is king. Whoever wins, they worship. Unless there is an alien invasion, this rule will be followed.
Also, if you show kindness to the new ruler, you can be treated kindly.
Although through the efforts of the Human Survival Committee for more than three hundred years, it is now rare for soldiers to massacre civilians on a large scale, but the traditional concepts formed over thousands of years are still deeply rooted.
When the king was defeated, the residents would take out the inventory at home and go to the streets to welcome the troops entering the city, so as to appease the soldiers' violent emotions and pray that they would not go on a killing spree.
"What would Tieno say if he were here?"
Huozui and Pang Li walked side by side, looking at the scenery along the street and talking.
"He'll probably say, well done!" "But he doesn't like aggression." Huozui was in a bad mood.
"We are not invading, we are the army of justice. We are here to save the people of the Silver Eagle Leader who are in dire straits under the dark rule of the Silver Claw family." Pang Li slapped his old partner on the shoulder hard.
"Who did you learn this from? Why does it sound a bit like Shen Guangming?" "Who did you learn this from? You just followed nonsense on the Internet." "Haha..."
