Night has come.
A few sparse stars hung in the sky, looking particularly gloomy.
On the edge of the bottom of the sinkhole, hundreds of tents are dotted in the lawn, looking so small against the stars.
At this time in the past, herders who had worked hard all day would get a rare break, but today it was brightly lit.
In the center of the tents, dozens of people were tied up. Compared with ordinary herdsmen, these people are either richly dressed nobles or tall thugs.
Surrounded by a group of silent herdsmen, their heads were lowered, looking a little frightened.
"Who are you? I am a disciple of Yun Cheng Living Buddha, how dare you kidnap me!? Don't you want to live?"
A monk wearing a golden cassock and hanging beads on his neck raised his head and asked.
A stick of incense ago, he was still enjoying the beauty enshrined by the nobles here, but now he has become a prisoner.
With his cultivation in the 'Perception Realm', he would be able to run rampant here, but he was captured by three men in an instant, and then was escorted to kneel down here.
"Call your leader out quickly? I want to talk to him alive." The monk shouted loudly. Even though he was a prisoner, he still acted very arrogantly.
After all, Buddhism has the supreme status in this tiankeng. Even if serfs occasionally rebelled, they would only dare to take action against the nobles in the tribe. When meeting their monks, they should still be respectful.
"You're a bitch, you deserve it!? You're just a dog raised by the Xuankong Temple."
Xiao Heizi Zhuoer stepped forward and kicked the monk in the face: "Mr. Yu, you can see him whenever you want. Just stay there and you will suffer it later."
He used this kick very hard, knocking out several of the monk's teeth and leaving his mouth full of blood.
"You...you...you untouchable...how dare..." The monk's eyes widened in disbelief. This damn untouchable dared to hurt him.
"Fucking hell, you dare to scold me?!" Xiao Hei sneered at the corner of his mouth, punching and kicking the monk: "Untouchable? You are the untouchable, and your whole family is an untouchable!"
The greatest characteristic of the set of sword skills passed down to him by Yu Liancheng was the cunning killing. Reaching the highest level will more or less affect one's temperament, making people cruel and callous. At the same time, since Zhuoer hated this monk, he would naturally not show mercy. If Yu Liancheng hadn't asked him not to injure his life, he would probably have killed him with one blow.
The herdsmen watched the living Buddha begging for mercy, their eyes widened, and some belief seemed to collapse in their hearts.
It turns out that living Buddhas are also human beings.
It turns out that living Buddhas can also be injured.
It turns out that living Buddhas also beg for mercy after being beaten.
"Okay, Xiao Hei, stop making trouble." At this time, a voice came from the darkness.
"Yes, Mr. Yu." Xiao Heizi obediently withdrew, leaving only the living Buddha with broken muscles and bones, who kept vomiting blood.
"Wrong. I am the Buddha, the Buddha of countless sentient beings." A figure appeared silently, and his eyes looked as if they were real. He glanced at the audience: "Everyone, raise your heads!"
This voice carried irresistible power, causing all the herdsmen to raise their heads, and then they saw the handsome young man in black cassock. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and under the reflection of the fire, there was a trace of warmth and warmth. Monster. He clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "I have been here for a few days, and I think you all know me."
His voice is gentle, like a gurgling stream, but it flows into everyone's ears and heart.
"Look there, it's the Western Paradise. There is no killing, no pain, only endless joy." Yuliancheng pointed to the peak in the sinkhole.
"But now, it is occupied by a group of demons. They wear monk's robes, corrupt Buddhism, drink alcohol and eat meat, kill living creatures, covet delicious food, have no compassion at all, and hate and envy each other..."
"And you are the real Buddhist people, hard-working and kind-hearted, working hard to make a living. But you are exploited and exploited by demons, and are driven and raised like livestock. Even if you work for a day, you still don't have enough to eat, and you are often hungry. Not only do you want to be hungry, , and may be killed by so-called nobles at any time, and sacrificed by living Buddhas."
"Are you going to live in this boundless hell forever from generation to generation? Stand up, throw down those domineering guys who are riding on your neck, and take back everything that belongs to you."
In the firelight, this man wearing a black cassock seemed to be a true Buddha born from the black lotus, exuding infinite compassion and unparalleled courage.
"Stand up and resist. What we lose is the shackles, but what we gain will be the whole world."
His tone gradually changed from low to high, and every word he spoke seemed to cast a spark of fire, burning among the silent herdsmen, turning into a raging fire, making the atmosphere gradually boil.
Lu Chenjia looked at this man silently.
From the moment I started following this man, I had to admit that this man had an unparalleled courage that could influence everyone around him.
Now, she seemed to see this man turn into a beam of light, shining down from the horizon, penetrating the entire sinkhole and shining on every serf.
Looking at the increasingly heated atmosphere, Yu Liancheng knew that it was almost over, and waved to Zhuoer: "If you make a mistake, you will be beaten, and if you are guilty, you will be punished. No matter whether you are a nobleman, a thug, or a so-called 'living Buddha', you will be punished." Pay the price for your past actions."
Zhuoer immediately picked up a piece of paper and read aloud the sins committed by the nobles, thugs, and living Buddhas kneeling in the field.
There are still different degrees and different punishments.
Of course, all of these people have done many evil things. Basically, every time they make an announcement, a head is cut off, and blood is sprinkled all over the floor. The head is rolling, and there is still fear on the face.
And with every head falling, the atmosphere in the field became more intense.
Later, every time one was cut off, there would be a burst of cheers.
As for the monk, his sins were even more heinous. It was just ordinary for him to skin dozens of people and torture them to death for a sacrifice. In his room, many magical instruments and utensils made of human skin and human bones were also found. This man had so many sins that Zhuoer felt that it was too cheap to just behead him.
Zhuoer originally took matters into his own hands and planned to kill the Living Buddha Lingchi.
Yu Liancheng shook his head, waved his sleeves, gathered up his violent strength, and threw the monk directly into the herdsmen, letting them deal with him.
"How dare you? If you lay a finger on me, you will suffer evil retribution in the future. You will not be able to reincarnate after death. Xuankong Temple will not let go of a rebel..."
The monk had been seriously injured by the drow and was frightened to death when he saw the heads rolling around. However, when he was thrown into the crowd of herdsmen, he stood up and shouted harshly with a majestic expression.
When the surrounding herdsmen saw the monk, they all stepped back unconsciously, showing panic.
This made the monk even more arrogant, and he was about to say some harsh words. Suddenly a stone came over and hit the monk on the head, but it was a thin young man who said angrily: "Bian Zhen was tortured to death by you. I don't care whether I suffer evil retribution in the future. I will do it now." I want you to die."
As he said that, he hit him with another stone.
But with this leader, people were immediately indignant, and they started throwing stones at them. Most of them were young people with cold blood in their hearts. "What a bullshit living Buddha, give back my parents' lives.", "You killed La Sang and made his skull into a magic weapon. He is my best partner.", "Yes, they are the devils. "
Stones were thrown one after another. The monk was angry at first, and then began to beg for mercy, his voice getting smaller and smaller. Finally, his bones were smashed, his flesh and blood were molded into a lake, and he finally lost his life. After killing this "living Buddha", some people showed anger on their faces, while others showed fear. But nevertheless, everything has changed.
Seeing this scene, Yu Liancheng nodded with satisfaction.
In any case, it has not been completely tamed, and the blood and energy deep in the bone marrow cannot be eradicated.
He opened his hands slightly, as if welcoming the rising sun after a long night.
Everything starts from this tribe.
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