,
However, this method is sufficient in the small world, and the earth soul can also be captured when the body dies.
The clone has formulated it as the path of merit and virtue of all laws. Building the body of merit and virtue is its foundation, and the universal law is the infinite possibility it represents.
Transforming the power of merit into the origin of the soul is similar in form to the incense way, both of which protect others. However, one protects the common people and receives the power of merit from heaven and earth. He can also recruit a few followers to spread his reputation, and one protects believers. Practice by realizing the wishes of believers and collecting the power of will and belief.
This alone makes the two completely different.
The question is, how to make them work for you in the long term.
Zhan Changfeng thought while looking for beings with profound merits, and arrived at Jinlai River half a month later.
On the vast river, the lucky boat broke through the waves, followed by the building-shaped dragon boat, with dozens of speedboats guarding the left and right, the formation was majestic!
On both sides of the bank, trackers hunched over to pull the rope, with bloody gashes on their shoulders and backs, walking against the cold wind.
"Drink! Ha! Ho!" The loud chant echoed on the river, full of pain and helplessness.
Zhan Changfeng knew the whole story at a casual glance without asking anyone. When the leader of Jin Kingdom heard that Daliang had conquered Pingchao City, he felt a sense of crisis and ordered the capital to be moved. He ran to the north to avoid the enemy.
The ministers of the Kingdom of Jin were a bit cowardly to follow the master, but they all agreed, so they packed up large and small bundles and prepared to go north.
The original plan was to take the land route, but something happened to the king of Jin Kingdom. He wanted to take his beloved concubine to visit the great rivers and mountains. What's the point of just taking the land route? He had to take the water route, and take the newly dug Jinlai River!
A minister who was a little more awake said tremblingly, "There are many dangerous shoals and cross-currents on the way north. The boat is difficult to drive and the speed is slow. In addition, it is almost the twelfth month of winter, so why not..."
The leader of Jin Kingdom interrupted him domineeringly, "Where are my king's hundred thousand trackers!"
The trackers, naked to the waist and carrying reins on their backs, braved the cold wind and sailed upstream. Within a month of sailing, two thousand people died!
After a moment's delay, the supervisor's whip came down, "What are we going to feed you? You can't even pull a boat!"
At nearly noon, the Lord of the Kingdom of Jin grabbed his beloved concubine's hand and walked up to the deck with frivolous steps. His eyes were black now, but his eyes were shining. He pointed to the green river and the green mountains on both sides, "I have spent ten years of financial resources to open up the north and south. Can such achievements on the road be recorded in the annals of history?”
The concubine responded with a smile, "The great king's merits will last forever and no one can match them."
"Only my concubine in this world understands me."
When the two were truly in love, a thin figure appeared on the mountain not far away, like an isolated and helpless benchmark standing on the edge of the cliff, as if it would fall if the wind blew.
The boat is about to enter the most difficult part of the canyon. The tidal flats on the shore are so narrow that the trackers even have to go around the mountain if they want to pass.
The ministers still have some sense. They were about to come up and ask the king to switch to land. But before they could say anything, the king asked first, "Who is that person? What is he doing? Is he an assassin?!"
Several ministers lost their composure and exclaimed to call for the guards. They really thought that assassins were coming. One minister with a good eye squinted his eyes for a while and said hesitantly, "It seems to be Yang Fubo, the censor."
"he?"
The leader of the Jin Kingdom was not so faint that he forgot about this person, "Humph, what is he doing here? I gave him the opportunity to preside over the construction of the Jinlai River, but he came to my eyes again and again and took off his official hat. That’s mercy.”
This matter can be traced back to ten years ago, when the leader of the Jin Kingdom ordered Yang Fubo to build the Jinlai River. Yang Fubo had a premonition that this would be a good thing that would benefit the people in the north and south, so he actively invested in the construction.
However, in order to support the construction of the Jinlai River, the emperor imposed excessive taxes and made the people miserable. Yang Fubo petitioned the emperor and prayed for his love for the people. The emperor was angry and cut the funding in half, asking him to find a way to do it himself.
Yang Fubo was also tough. He appeased the three million workers who came to work, divided tens of thousands of them, built more than a dozen fishing and hunting cook camps, raised livestock, and barely provided everyone with two meals a day. The gentry sued the nobles and begged for donations one after another for turnover.
Finally, it took ten years to dig mountains to divert water, build embankments and dams, and widen the river to build the Jinlai River, which is 800 miles long.
It was supposed that Yang Fubo could retire to take care of his old age, but before he could take a breath, he heard that the emperor wanted to go north and captured one hundred thousand of his workers as trackers!
How can this be done? Yang Fubo repeatedly asked the king to take back his life, but he was demoted to a commoner.
He followed the boat for more than half a month, and when he listened to the chants of the trackers, he couldn't help but cry bitterly, "I hate three things in my life: first, I hate my incompetence for not telling the king what's right and wrong; second, I hate that my brothers who have been ten years old are not fully protected; third, I hate the clear water of the river." If you give it to a poor person, your hard work will be in vain."
So, Yang Fubo climbed up the mountain before the ship came, and made his last effort. "The road ahead is dangerous. Please send the trackers away and take the land route!"
The leader of the Kingdom of Jin refused to listen, "I think the scenery ahead is so beautiful that even those trackers have to pull their boats across the mountains and ridges!"
This section of the canyon is a place where the current is absolutely against the current, and it is impossible to move without the pull of the trackers.
But if the king says something, the tracker will risk his life to do it.
Yang Fubo looked at the trackers who were being driven forward by the supervisors in despair. Thinking about the helpers who had died from exhaustion, falls, and injuries since the construction of the Jinlai River, he felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
He didn't know whether he was doing a good deed or committing an evil deed. He looked down at the sky and the earth, feeling depressed. "In the past ten years, millions of people building the river have died for this river. My crime is today!"
After that, Yang Fubo jumped into the Jinlai River, holding his breath, and sank into the water. He was good at water, but he wanted to die, and the area was full of whirlpools, so he disappeared after a while.
The trackers on the shore moved their numb faces, and the chants they shouted became more and more sad. Suddenly one person threw off the rope, waded into the river, and swam towards the boats.
One, two, three...
The soldiers on the boat looked at the trackers jumping into the water one after another. They panicked and shouted, "Go back! Everyone go back! Shoot arrows!"
The supervisors on the shore also angrily whipped those who had thrown away the ropes, and kept uttering obscenities.
The trackers seemed to have reached a certain consensus. They threw themselves into the river with expressionless faces and swam towards the boats. The water prints of each boat made a loud banging sound.
The leader of Jin Kingdom's hair stood on end as he hugged his concubine and refused to let go, "If you rebelled against me, kill them and don't let them get on the boat!"
The boats without trackers were spinning in the rapids. Without the help of soldiers, the huge hull knocked over the trackers who tried to shake them and knocked them into the water.
More and more people are drowning, and more and more boats are being overturned by wind and waves. The mess on the river is being washed southward. It is difficult to come in, but the wind is smooth when leaving.
