After several days of siege, the prefect of Xiaobei surrendered under the coercion of Liu Zhao. The city gates were opened wide. Liu Zhao, dressed in silver armor, pointed his spear at the city and asked Cui He beside him: "If we attack the city like this, how can we, Liaodong, The advantage of the iron cavalry has been lost and supplies are difficult, what should we do?"
Cui Hejin said: "Xiaobei is the gateway to North China and has an important position. The humble ministers think that he should be slaughtered to establish his authority, which will frighten those who refuse to surrender."
When Wei Su heard this, he was greatly surprised: "You're confused! If this is the case, it will definitely cause the cities to resist to the death. How can we win the hearts of the people in the Central Plains?"
Liu Zhao smiled coldly: "Cui Shenjun's words are very suitable to my liking. Xiaobeicheng is a bunch of cowards and it is useless to leave them alone. If you are willing to surrender Liu Zhao today, you can surrender others tomorrow. Then he shouted to Bingxin: "Send the order to the entire army. , after entering the city, do not seal the sword for three days! "
The order was issued, and the entire army burned a wicked wolf like a wolf that will enter the sheep.
"Brothers! After entering the city, grab money and grab the girls !!!"
With the screaming of the generals, the tens of thousands of troops poured into Xiaobei like a madness. With the first innocent scream, a horrible massacre began ...
Wei Suyan ordered his generals to ban the city. Until the dusk, Wei Su took his son Wei Mo to enter the city to check the situation. He just walked to the city gate and came to the wind with a very strong smell. Wei Su also frowned tightly, like a walnut, tightening his nose wandering here.
"help me--!"
The desperate hoarse sound broke through the eardrums along with the fishy smell, and he saw a woman covered in blood running away in panic. Wei Su noticed that the woman's eyeballs had been gouged out, and she stumbled away. Her empty eyes were filled with blood. Come countless flies.
She fell to the ground, accidentally caught up with her pursuer, and stabbed her to death with a long sword. Wei Mo's calves couldn't help trembling, so he had to return to the military camp, and Wei Su made up his mind to go to the city to dissuade Liu Zhao from stopping all this.
Although he had been psychologically prepared before entering the city, the tragic scene in front of him still made the iron blood generals trembling uneasily:
Looking around, there are ruins left by the flames all around. The streets are full of dead bones and blood stains. Some of them were opened with a boring, and the bloody organs and intestines were set aside at will, and the flies were covered with the streets.
Wei Su continued to walk inside, and saw a pile of towering Beijing views -the so -called Jinggang is to pile the corpse on both sides of the road, to consolidate the soil, forming a pyramid -shaped mound. The small river surrounded by the side was still the source of life that was clear and bottomed the day before, and today it became a blood -colored hell that was mixed with broken corpses. The red water in the river was extremely scary, like a city full of innocent souls wailing blood.
A baby was abandoned on the road like garbage, so he was hungry and could not cry. Wei Su felt compassion, and just as he was about to rescue the baby, there was a sound, and a slender crossbow arrow penetrated the baby's heart, and blood slowly spread under his body.
"Five points, I am! Haha."
Wei Su's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, letting the autumn wind slip through his fingers...
He clenched his fist angrily, but helpless. He didn't understand that Zhang Qingmeng, who was scolded as a "national thief", could still treat the people well, but why did King Yan, who was "Qingjun's side", have the heart to raise the butcher's knife?
He looked at the corpses on the ground, the smelly coagulated blood, the broken red river, and the pierced baby in front of him, and suddenly fell into the abyss of endless self-blame... Was he working so hard for fame and wealth? No, it was to save the emperor who was held hostage by "national thieves" and to save the people who were "cruelly" ruled by Zhang Qingmeng. However, why not also fight against the people, but they all fought to resist?
The king is obviously a hero who wants to save Cang in the fire. Why is it so ritual now? He began to suspect that everything he did was to help him.
It was learned through the soldiers that thousands of Xiaobei people were fleeing to Lingyun Temple in the mountains carrying Zhang Qingmeng's portraits, and Liu Zhao and others were chasing them there. Wei Su didn't have time to think about it, so he borrowed a horse from the soldiers and drove faster. And go.
Lingyun Temple
Countless refugees flocked here, hoping to find asylum. However, the abbot of the temple went out to swim away, and the abbot did not dare to take responsibility, so he strictly ordered the disciples to hold the door tightly.
Nevertheless, the abbot can still be able to read the Buddha at the ground peacefully, and the scene was very funny.
At this time, a young monk openly disobeyed the order and tried to lift the door bolt. The abbot quickly scolded: "Clean air! What are you going to do?"
The little monk was not panicked: "Master said: 'Seeing death is not saving but the largest taboo of Buddhism.' Disciples believe that the people should be introduced to temples to refuge."
"Jingkong, you can't escape the novice's heart after all. As long as you stop the refugees, Liu Zhao will not take a step towards Lingyun Temple. Be more mature."
"Accepting refugees is a simple matter of effort. If the abbot and master were still here, this would not be the case. It is not a bad idea to regard this move as harming living beings."
"Buddhism is a quiet and solemn place. There are bustling refugees, good and bad. If the Buddha's rest is disturbed, who will be blamed?"
"Master once said: The Buddha loves all living beings and is compassionate, so he will not be blamed. If the Buddha is really blamed, it will be all the responsibility of his disciple Shi Jingkong!"
Without waiting for others to stop him, Shi Jingkong quickly pulled out the door latch, and immediately refugees poured into Lingyun Temple like a tide. They are simply gray men and bloody men. The blood stains are dripping in this sacred place. Many people dragged their families, chaotic. Several elderly people do not know the truth. Faced with the abbot kneeling and thanksgiving, the abbot said slowly: "This is not the goodness of me, but the Buddha's kindness, Amitabha ..."
"The army is here !!!"
These words sounded like a death knell in the hearts of everyone, and they poured in even faster. The abbot was also scared that the six gods had no Lord, and to grab Shi Jingkong gritting his teeth: "How can this be good?"
"My disciple dared to persuade him to stop killing." This naive little monk had no idea of the meaning and weight of these words, but the firm belief in his heart prompted him to go resolutely. The abbot had no choice but to follow him, sighing constantly.
The banner with the Chinese character "Yan" fluttered wantonly in front of the army. Liu Zhao, holding a spear in his hand and riding on a horse, faced off with a group of monks on the forest road. Cui He shouted loudly: "You don't meditate and recite Buddha's name in the temple, but you come here to deal with this." What are your intentions in worldly affairs?"
"He Xinxin !!!"
A row of "evil wolves" with fierce eyes roared in unison, scattering fallen leaves everywhere and echoing in the valley and forest. The abbot who was straight on the board was frightened, and the Nianzhu fell off in the hand, kneeling in fear:
"Your Majesty, forgive me, this has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me..."
The monks were used to seeing the abbot who was usually majestic, but now he was so humble, and they were so frightened that they also knelt on the ground. Seeing such a situation, the people became even more frightened and uneasy.
But people were surprised to find that there was only a small cranial monk who stood up and had no fear. Liu Zhao noticed him and asked coldly: "Why don't you kneel down?"
"Jingkong's life, kneeling Buddha, kneeling Master, kneeling Renjun, never kneeling down the butcher."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked. Liu Zhao raised a scornful smile: "You opened the temple gate to welcome them?"
Shi Jingkong glanced at the portrait of Zhang Qingmeng in the hands of the common people, and it was like a lotus blooming in his heart, calm and calm, without any fear:
"It exactly, the little monk dared to persuade the king to put down the butcher knife, and Cang was innocent.
After listening to Liu Zhao, haha laughed: "Where is the Buddha? Where is the Buddha? Why do you monks? Why do you have to eat for yourself? Since ancient times, the defeats have ended like this. head!"
He threw up his long gun, and the tip of the gun directly released the net empty throat knot: "Killing you can stay with the lives of the small northern people, do you dare?"
Shi Jingkong gently closed his eyes, as calm as a Bodhisattva: "If you exchange the life of a little monk for the peace of the people, and use a round head to fulfill the king's benevolence, why would Jingkong cherish this life?"
Liu Zhao took back his spear and continued: "What a young monk. He is not soft-spoken, but I am giving you such a pleasure. It is too easy for you."
In words, he arranged people to prepare the iron plate. The length just took seven steps, and then dug out the fire pit underneath, and burned the iron plate with the fire to the red until the red. The heat emanating from it can still be felt even from fifty steps away. A few flying insects fell on the iron plate, and then peeled and peeled.
Liu Zhao stared at Shi Jingkong and said: "I heard that when Sakyamuni was born, he walked seven steps, and lotus sprouted at each step, which was amazing to the world. If you can get the blessing of the Buddha today, walk barefoot on this iron plate for seven steps. Step. I, Liu Zhao, not only ordered my men to seal the sword, but also offered gold and silver to make amends. If you dare not step on it or fail to reach seven steps, we will kill you regardless of whether it is Lingyun Temple or Xiaobeicheng!"
Shi Jingkong's pupils shrank and his legs trembled. After all, he is just a mortal and cannot be calm about everything. Liu Zhao saw him hesitating, so he handed him up the steps, hoping to make him retreat in spite of the difficulty:
"My young master cares about the common people, which is really precious. However, now that there is smoke everywhere, bloodshed is unavoidable. If we regress now, we will live up to the Buddha and not destroy the temple. It can be said that the best of both worlds is the best of both worlds. It should be noted that the iron steps on the skin. Torn apart, even a rough man can't suffer three steps, let alone a person like you with delicate skin and tender flesh?"
Under such a psychological offensive, the abbot could not bear it at first: "Jingkong, everyone knows your kindness, stop it!
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All the monks also tried to dissuade him: "Brother, you can't bear it, forget it!" Shi Jingkong was really timid and began to retreat slowly. The people were completely desperate, and the sky became even more gloomy and solemn.
"Cluck!" Shi Jingkong stepped on something with his heel. He shuddered and looked back. It was the string of rosary beads left by the abbot to the abbot. Suddenly, he seemed to be possessed by someone, and his body gradually stabilized and no longer flinched.
He picked up the rosary and resolutely walked towards the red iron plate. Liu Zhao did not expect this. He could not believe that this young monk was not afraid of life and death.
Shi Jingkong took off his shoes and socks, gently closed his eyes, plucked the rosary beads with his hands, and chanted sutras, as peaceful and solemn as a god. The wind blows all around, playing a sad and sad flute sound.
The sky was dark and dark, and dark clouds covered everyone's heads, making a rumbling sound. When Shi Jingkong was only one step away from the iron plate, he stopped in place again. Although the sand and gravel on the ground made him feel a faint pain,
"Boom!!!!" A burst of thunder shook his dazed soul awake.
Who would have thought that this usually cowardly little monk would act like a hero who died generously at the critical moment, without any fear, and he would calmly step on the iron.
"Hey!"
A heartbreaking burning pain instantly spread throughout the body. Under a thin layer of skin, the flesh was cooked and scalded. He gritted his teeth and his expression trembled slightly. The moment he raised his left foot, a layer of flesh was burned off alive!
The same was true for the right foot. When the torn wound collided with the soldering iron again, the smell of burnt blood became even stronger. It was so painful that life was worse than death.
When he raised his foot to take another step, the greedy iron bit directly into the entire sole of his foot. His body trembled violently and he almost fell. However, with the abbot's rosary in hand, how could he back down?
The cold wind was so strong that he could no longer recite the complete Buddhist words, and his brows were furrowed. Until the last step, his miserable soles were exposed with white bones.
Finally, he finished the seven suffocating steps and fell heavily to the ground. The rosary beads scattered everywhere, like splashing waves. All the monks went to treat him one after another, and countless people fell to their knees on the ground, weeping and wailing.
Liu Zhao was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He was surprised to find that the blood stains on the soldering iron had solidified into the shape of lotus leaves, and the air smelling of burnt blood was now mixed with a faint fragrance.
"boom!!!"
A strike of lightning shattered the banner with the word "Yan" like a silver dragon, piercing the chaos and shaking the heaven and earth. Liu Zhao and Cui He's horses were frightened, and a horse jumped up and threw the two helpless people to the ground.
At this time, Wei Su came on horseback and saw the burning flag, and then he knew the reason. Liu Zhao sat up in panic, straightened his helmet, and pointed to the sky with trembling hands:
"Buddha...Buddha...Buddha has appeared!"
Wei Su responded silently: "No, those are the roars and lamentations of tens of thousands of innocent souls..."
"Send the order to the entire army to withdraw from Xiaobei and seal the sword! Seal the sword!"
Liu Zhao hurriedly mounted his horse, but unexpectedly knocked it over again. Liu Zhao was in such a mess that he had no choice but to run back by himself, but he tripped again and hit the terrifying iron with his right hand.
"Ah——!" He howled crazily in pain. He had no choice but to leave a layer of skin behind and retreat with the army in embarrassment.
Wei Su finally couldn't help it, and tears fell into the air, dripping on the "lotus leaves" near the soldering iron. What followed was a heavy downpour, which extinguished the raging fire under the iron plate.
And those seven "lotus leaves", moistened by tears and rain, began to take root and spread. Wei Su could no longer tell whether the tears or rain on his face were tears. He kowtowed hard to the people of Xiaobei and knelt there, unable to let go for a long time...
