There are countless yellow temples in the high-hanging mountain peaks. Each temple is gorgeous and solemn. There are tens of thousands of monks in the temples. They chant sutras and chant Buddha all day long and do not have to give birth, but they don’t have to worry about food and clothing. They even He has the most luxurious enjoyment in the world, comparable to the priests of Xiling Temple.
Just because there are millions of farmers in the tiankeng, driven by the monks like domestic animals, making daily offerings to the monks.
There are not only miserable serfs in the tiankeng, but also many noble people who are as fat as pigs. They have various gem necklaces hanging on their thick necks, holding drinking utensils made of skulls inlaid with silver, and occasionally using metaphors. Leather whips for cattle, sheep or female slaves. It is precisely because of the existence of these noble people that monks can easily manage millions of serfs.
In addition to farming, weaving and other production, the numb and cowardly serfs knelt down and worshiped the mountain. Occasionally, he presented the most precious gold and silver and the most beautiful daughter to the monk with his hands, and his expression turned out to be so joyful.
There are not many monks at the bottom of the sinkhole, but they have a status that is unimaginable for noble people. Their palms may fall lightly on the heads of devout believers, or they may touch the smooth milk-like skin of the girl kneeling next to them. Their chanting and moaning sounds are mixed together. The sacred and dirty coexist, but it makes people feel sick and want to vomit. .
The closer to the cliff and the further away from the mountain peak where the Hanging Temple is located, the lower the temperature will be, the poorer the products will be, the more severe the slavery of the serfs, and the more miserable their lives will be.
Many serfs who had been tortured could be seen everywhere. Some had their tongues cut out, some had their ears cut off, some had their calves smashed, and many corpses were lying around and discarded. They were pecked into bones by vultures before they had time to rot.
At this time, in a grassland less than a hundred feet above the cliff, a group of people were kneeling in darkness. They were all herdsmen in ragged clothes and with thin faces, showing extremely pious expressions on their faces.
In front of them was a monk wearing a black cassock, with a handsome face and a peaceful expression.
With a waterfall of black hair hanging casually around his shoulders, he seems to be different from the ordinary living Buddha monks, but the compassion and holiness in his body cannot be compared to that of any monk.
Behind the young monk, there stood a beautiful woman in white clothes with a beautiful appearance and noble manners. She was as holy as the goddess in the temple murals. It makes people feel that just looking at him is a great blasphemy.
The young monk was smiling as he talked about the paradise in the Buddhist scriptures.
There is no cold, no hunger, no bullying in the paradise world. Glass is everywhere, the four seasons are like spring, everyone loves each other, and it has the best imagination of all human beings.
Yu Liancheng had a smile on his face and a calm tone. He was not as brilliant as the lotus flower in Lanke Temple, but he still spoke so eloquently that it was like a spring breeze. The herdsmen were so mesmerized that they had long forgotten the fear in reality. .
After the sermon ended, the herdsmen knelt down and saluted.
The monk in black raised his hand slightly, and everyone stood up involuntarily.
"You don't have to kneel to me." Yu Liancheng shook his head.
Some old herdsmen said in fear: "You, you are a living Buddha, a sacred monk, and an envoy from the sacred mountain. We should kneel to you."
"I am not an envoy from the sacred mountain, nor am I a divine monk, but...Buddha." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.
After saying these words, the herdsmen were even more frightened, and they had no doubt about Yu Liancheng's words. They would continue to kowtow, but they could not kneel down under the support of the invisible force.
"Do you know why I don't want you to kneel down?"
The old herdsman shook his head. In fact, he was only in his forties, but he was older than an old man in his seventies or eighties. Every wrinkle on his face, like a ravine, seemed to tell the story of misfortune and pain.
Yu Liancheng looked at the old herdsman with a very gentle expression, completely without the cynical attitude of the past: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
The old herdsman shook his head quickly.
"Did you cut off someone's hand?"
The old herdsman shook his head again.
"Have you ever chopped off a person's head to use as a vessel?"
The old herdsman continued to shake his head.
Yu Liancheng asked a few more questions, but the old herdsmen all shook their heads.
"All living beings are Buddhas. Since you have never done anything bad, you are naturally a member of all sentient beings. You are also a Buddha. Since you are also a Buddha, you don't need to worship me."
"But, this..."
The old herdsman looked horrified. How could a herdsman like him, as humble as a cow or a sheep, be compared with the great Buddha?
"Master, I have never done anything bad. Am I also a Buddha?"
said a little girl wearing a dirty leather coat.
The little girl's mother almost fainted from fright after hearing such remarks.
"Of course." Yu Liancheng squatted down, picked up the child, and pinched her little face: "As long as she doesn't do bad things, she is a Buddha."
The little girl clapped her hands and smiled happily.
Although her skin was dark, her smile was bright and her teeth were dizzyingly white. She pointed at Lu Chenjia behind her and said, "This sister is so beautiful. She is a Bodhisattva or a goddess."
"No." Yu Liancheng shook his head and said with a smile: "She is a witch from hell. She still needs to be educated and influenced before she can become a Buddha in the future."
Well, Jiang Mo Chu needs to give him a hard education.
Lu Chenjia snorted, his face slightly cold.
The little girl asked: "Master, where is the paradise you mentioned?"
Yu Liancheng pointed with his hand towards the mountains that were covered by clouds and mist, and seemed to be suspended in mid-air.
The little girl showed a longing expression, and then darkened. She probably felt that even if a person like her became a Buddha, she would only be the lowest-level Buddha and would never be able to set foot in the rumored paradise world.
"The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss is there, but those who live in it are not the Buddha and his descendants, but a group of demons." Yu Liancheng hugged the little girl and said: "The demons are ascetics, disrupting my way, wearing vulgar clothes, and enjoying themselves. He likes cassocks, wears five-color clothes, drinks wine and eats meat, kills and is greedy, has no compassion, and even hates and envies each other..."
The little girl blinked, completely unable to understand what the master said.
clatter! clatter! clatter!
At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from the side of the meadow.
At least a dozen mighty and majestic men came galloping over, all with ferocious and cruel smiles on their faces.
The leader, a noble man wearing leather clothes and wearing gems around his neck, waved the whip in his hand and loudly scolded the group of untouchables, asking them to disperse.
The herdsmen were extremely frightened and wanted to escape, but they were also worried that the master they had finally invited from the tribe would be hit by a whip. They waved their hands in fear and wanted to say something in defense, but before they could speak, they were already whipped by the nobleman. On the shoulders, a lake of flesh and blood. The men who followed the nobleman took out their sabers beside their saddles, shouted curses at the herdsmen, and kept threatening them with their knives.
"A bunch of stupid untouchables. The Living Buddha said that he is an evil person from a foreign religion and is not a holy monk at all."
The noble man knew that he could not tell the truth to these untouchables, so he raised the riding whip in his hand and said to Yulian City: "Tie this man up. The living Buddha is alive and he will be burned to death."
The group of men responded in unison, and rushed toward Yulian City with their horses under their backs. The knives in their hands reflected the sunlight and looked extremely sharp. The herdsmen were frightened and fled in all directions.
Seeing that Yulian City was about to be surrounded, the noble man's eyes became extremely ferocious, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The Living Buddha did say that the evil man would be caught and burned to death, but the evil man dared to encourage the untouchables to rebel, causing him a lot of trouble. So before burning him to death, he had to make him suffer no matter what. First, he cut off his ears, then chopped off his two arms and two legs, and finally threw him into the blazing fire.
Then the noble man saw Lu Chenjia, his eyes suddenly lit up with an obscene look.
What a beautiful woman. If this beauty is presented to the living Buddha, the living Buddha will reward himself with at least ten miles of land. Of course, before rewarding the living Buddha, you can also get over the addiction first.
"The Buddha said that anyone who wants to hurt others will be hurt."
Yu Liancheng looked at the group of men roaring towards him, his lips slightly parted, then he reached out and gently covered the little girl's eyes, and said warmly: "Be good, don't look."
The men suddenly felt that the knives in their hands kept moving. In shock and fear, they slashed at their companions beside them. Each knife was powerful and heavy, merciless, and even far more ferocious than they usually were. The men holding the knives were crazy. Fighting together, blood dripped down along with the limbs, and they screamed and howled.
Even if someone's hand holding the knife is cut off, their body is still out of control. They bite with their mouths, kick with their feet, and pretend with their heads... Everyone is desperately trying to kill their opponent, at all costs, until death. .
They lost control of their bodies, but everyone was still very awake. Severe pain kept coming, and the whole person was completely enveloped in fear.
In just a moment, the strong man fell to the ground, his blood flowing like a river. Many are not dead yet and are twitching, but their bodies have been severely injured and blood is gushing out. They are not far from death, and they are just suffering while alive.
The noble man who was watching the show suddenly turned pale and his body was trembling.
This... what kind of sorcery is this.
Even a living Buddha can't do this, right?
But this noble man was worthy of living in such a harsh environment. He actually supported his limp body, pulled the reins, and rode towards his tribe.
He didn't dare to say anything harsh.
Because he knows that when he is in a weak position, saying such words has no meaning except possibly irritating the other party.
But he can be sure that he will come back for revenge and kill everyone here without leaving any one behind.
"Certainly!"
A voice suddenly came from behind.
The horse that had just leaped a few steps, with its front hooves still in the air, suddenly stopped abruptly, motionless, like a clay sculpture. The noble man on horseback was caught off guard and fell heavily.
"I know you want to cut off my ears and chop off my hands and feet before burning me to death."
The voice that originally sounded like spring breeze when talking to the herdsmen now has a coldness that makes people's hair stand on end.
"The Buddha said that if you inflict torture on others, others will end up being tortured."
However, these words seemed to turn into sharp blades and long knives that had substance. In an instant, the noble's ears were cut off, and then his limbs were cut off. Blood spurted out from the wounds amidst the miserable screams. The blood quickly heated up and then turned into a flame and burned. The noble's clothes and flesh were burned by the blood and flames, and his screams became even louder and shriller. After a while, they turned into ashes and disappeared.
Lu Chenjia'e frowned slightly, but it was not because of the cruel scenes in front of her. She wondered: "I am well versed in Buddhist scriptures, why haven't I read those two sentences you said?"
"Since I am a Buddha, what I say is a Buddha." Yu Liancheng chuckled, his expression indifferent.
The herdsmen who had fled around gradually came back, looking at the dozen or so corpses with somewhat blank eyes. In this cruel underground world, they have seen many bloody scenes and even experienced them personally. But they never thought that the noble grandfather and his powerful butcher would one day be killed by such cruel means.
They looked towards Yulian City.
When the master, who still smiled as warmly as the spring breeze, glanced at their faces, they wanted to kneel down in fear.
One of the old herdsmen recalled the suffering he suffered due to his noble grandfather over the years. His deep wrinkles were filled with tears of joy and pain, and he said sadly: "Master, please leave quickly. You will definitely be called a powerful person in the future." Gurus and even Living Buddhas, but that’s not enough now. As for us ant-like untouchables, please don’t worry.”
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Do you believe it? I am more powerful than you think."
The old herdsman said in a trembling voice: "Even if you, Master, can kill all the warriors of my grandpa and even defeat the Living Buddha, that will anger the Buddha on the sacred mountain..."
"Do you have Buddha on you?"
Yu Liancheng looked at the extremely high mountain peak and chuckled: "I'm really looking forward to the appearance of the Buddha, and then beat him all over his head. He is not worthy of being called the Buddha as the ancestor..."
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Away from the frightened herdsmen, Yu Liancheng and Lu Chenjia came to a green meadow.
Yu Liancheng flipped his palm and took out the Buddha chessboard.
With a change of thought, about twenty figures appeared out of thin air on the meadow, each with a strong aura, and the leader with dark skin was none other than Xiao Heizizhuoer.
"I've met Mr. Yu." Zhuoer bowed and said.
"How is the training of this group of people?" Yu Liancheng looked at the twenty or so figures behind Zhuoer.
Zhuoer said: "Mr. Hui, their talents are quite good. After this period of hard training, they have reached 30% of my strength."
"enough."
Yu Liancheng nodded and pointed towards the tent in the distance: "Tonight, go catch the noble master and the so-called Living Buddha there, and then gather all the herdsmen."
"yes."
Zhuoer left with about twenty figures.
The twenty or so figures were all talented men selected by Yu Liancheng. Most of them were minions of the nobles in their past. Their memories were washed away, they became puppets, and they were thrown into the chessboard world to be trained by drow.
Yu Liancheng looked at the chessboard in his hand and seemed to be muttering to himself: "I know you can hear it. This Buddhist kingdom you created should not exist. From today on, I will overthrow it. When the Buddhist kingdom is destroyed, no matter what I don’t know if you can still hide, but I can be sure that all your descendants will be sent away by me.”
"Send it to reincarnation, send it to hell, send it as a pendant!"
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