(During the war years, death is a kind of relief)
After receiving Feng Yi's message, Lan Feng and others did not dare to neglect for a moment, and each showed their magical powers and flew across the thousands-mile territory of Jizhou.
Along the way, several people also felt the tragedy of this human war. The people in Nayan City did not realize that they lived a prosperous life, but when they walked towards Mount Wutai, they saw that the people there were displaced, wild fires were burning in the houses, and occasionally the sound of babies crying could be heard, but the adults had long been numb.
Next to the burned crops, marchers passed by and began to plunder the people. Several soldiers confiscated the rations from the farmer's house, while the white-haired old man was still pleading with the child on his back.
Ruoxue never saw such a thing, and she was so angry that she wanted to help him. Upon seeing this, Mu Zhizhi blocked Ruoxue with the jade flute, and the latter said angrily: "What are you doing?!"
Lanfeng watched the soldiers take the rations from the old man's hands, but when they turned their heads, there was a hint of sadness. He patted Wan Ruoxue and said: "Everything in the world has its own destiny. We can save one person, but who should save the remaining tens of millions?"
"How can you be so reasonable! If you can't save the people in front of you, how can you save the world?!" Ruoxue said angrily.
Mu Zhizhi spoke at this moment: "Girl, do you think that soldier would snatch this old man's food for no reason?"
Ruoxue said: "No matter what the reason is, it shouldn't be like this. Then the old man and the children may only have a small amount of food. If someone takes it away, will they survive?!"
Mu Zhi said: "But if they don't eat, the soldiers will starve to death."
Ruoxue sneered: "The life of a soldier is life, but then the life of the elderly and children is not life?!"
Mu Zhizhi sighed: "Girl, let me ask you a question, if the old man and the child died today, would their country still be there?"
Ruoxue was stunned: "What do you mean by that? Of course I am."
Mu Zhizhi said again: "Then let me ask you again, if the soldiers protecting the country die, will their country still exist?"
"You..." Ruoxue bit her lip and was speechless. If a general succeeds, his bones will wither, and if there is no country where he can settle down, this is a truth that has not changed since ancient times, and it is also the fate of the world.
But Ruoxue still ignored Mu Zhizhi's remarks. She took out some rations from her bag and delivered them to the old man. Lanfeng looked at Ruoxue under the broken eaves, and thought to himself, if one day the fate wheel in the heavenly court was broken, would the world really be peaceful?
Lanfeng couldn't help but think too much, so he called Ruoxue and the others back and continued to move forward. After crossing a mountain col, the sight in front of them made several people feel scared.
On the endless plain, rows of pine trees fell to the ground, but the bark and leaves above were missing. Bones were everywhere, corpses stank, and there were even undead people leaning against tree stumps with round bellies and wailing.
Mo Yun stepped forward and picked up a branch and took a look, seeing two rows of clear teeth marks on it.
"They were all chewed up, and the stomachs of those who were still alive were filled with dirt..." Mo Yun said.
This is what Mu Zhizhi seemed to have discovered. He took out his jade flute and placed an invisible cover over everyone's heads.
He whispered: "Someone is coming, let's hide for a while."
Several people retreated to a ditch and looked out, only to see two black figures floating up from the ground. The two black figures looked around and began to whisper to each other again.
Lan Feng asked: "Who is this black shadow?"
Mu Zhizhi said: "There are ghosts in the underworld. Brother Lanfeng can turn on the dark vision and take a look around."
Lanfeng wiped his eyes with his sword fingers to suppress the anger on his forehead, and then he saw thousands of wandering souls wandering on the plain. They looked confused, and some souls even didn't know that they were dead and were haunting their bodies.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind came and lowered the temperature by a few points, and a layer of frost formed on the surrounding dead branches and bones. Lanfeng and the others looked around and saw four figures appearing next to a locust tree not far away. Among them were two tall hats, one black and one white. The white one said "make money at first sight" and the black one said "the world". "Peace" refers to the impermanence of black and white. The other two figures, one with a two-foot-long bull head, are carrying a five-foot horse face.
After the four ghosts appeared, some black shadows also floated up one after another.
Bai Wuchang bit his two-foot red tongue and said, "Everyone, let's get started~"
After receiving the order, the minions dispersed one by one and tied the wandering souls around them together with a black iron chain. After a while, these thousands of wandering souls were gathered in front of the four ghosts.
"Bring it up~" Bai Wuchang said again.
Four of the imps carried out a bone weighing rod from the ground. The bone weighing rod was one foot long, with a four-foot weighing plate at each end. On the left plate was a black weighing lump with inscriptions on it. There are two words "punish evil"; there is nothing on the other side.
After the bone scale came up, it floated next to Gui Cha out of thin air. On one side stood the black and white impermanence, and on the other side stood the bull-headed and horse-faced figure. The little ghosts led the wandering souls and lined up one by one, and one by one sat on the empty weighing plate on the right.
Lan Feng discovered that after the wandering souls went up, the scale began to swing at both ends. Some wandering souls were lighter than the scale. After they came down, Black and White Wuchang put a white hat on them and stood on the side of Wuchang; some wandering souls They were heavier than the weighing lump. After they came down, the bull-headed and horse-faced people put a black hat on them and stood on the side of the bull-horse.
Mu Zhizhi whispered in everyone's ears: "This should be the weighing of bones and destiny. It refers to the good and evil of this person in this life. If you do good in your life, you will be on the side of black and white, and if you are evil, you will be on the bull-headed and horse-faced side. One side. As for the afterlife, those who do good can be reincarnated as humans, while those who do evil will be cast into the animal realm or even go to hell to atone for their sins."
Lanfeng nodded and continued to look. The people who were wearing black and white hats gradually became more conscious. They saw the four ghosts with frightened faces. One of the ghosts wearing black hats had the courage to ask the person next to him. Little devil, after learning that he would be thrown into the realm of animals in his next life, he actually started yelling.
"Master Gui Cha, Master Gui Cha, I came back from the battlefield to join my relatives. I didn't expect that all the money and food were confiscated by the soldiers. You can't let me die."
These four gangsters were used to seeing such scoundrels and didn't even pay attention to him. The horse-faced man smoked a big cigarette and shouted: "Next one~"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the black hat ghost shouted again: "I have money! My family has money!"
Unexpectedly, this voice actually made the four ghosts stop. Bai Wuchang waved his hand and said: "Stop~"
The little ghosts stopped pressing their bones and weighed them. Bai Wuchang floated in front of the ghost and said, "How much money do you have?"
The ghost looked at Bai Wuchang's two-foot red tongue and swallowed. He said tremblingly: "How much does Master Wuchang want? I will ask my relatives to bring it to you. Send it..."
Bai Wuchang grinned and said: "We four ghosts, each with one trillion notes, must be the name of Tiandi Bank. Is there any problem?"
"No problem, no problem." The ghost said.
"But..." Bai Wuchang said again, "It's impossible for you to survive, but the money is enough to buy you a life and let you be a human being in the next life. How about it?"
When the ghost heard this, he sighed helplessly, remembering that he had done a lot of evil in his lifetime, and it would be nice to be able to exchange money for his life in the next life, so he agreed.
The people on the other side who were labeled black hats saw that they could exchange money for human lives, and they all clamored to do the same. When the four gangsters saw this, they also raised the price. In the end, only a small group of the originally black-hatted villains were still with the Bull-Head-Horse Noodles.
"Seventh Master," the horse face sitting on the back of the bull's head said, "the thing is this. Although we have divided the money here, the number of ghosts is too small, so we can't communicate with each other."
Bai Wuchang smiled, and with a wave of the mourning stick, half of the good people in white hats were slapped to the side of the bull-headed horse.
"Brother, isn't this a good deal?" Bai Wuchang said.
The four ghosts looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly.
Lanfeng and the others saw this in their eyes, and Ruoxue said: "It seems that this ghost is quite comfortable with being a bad guy. I think it's a joke that money can make ghosts grind. All ghosts in the world and the underworld are like this." "
Lanfeng and the others watched the ghosts take these wandering souls down to the Netherworld, and then they started to move forward. As dusk approached, a few people finally arrived at the forefront of the human war.
In this city, wolf smoke filled the city walls, and there were no traces of the people, only soldiers in armor. The roar from the other side of the city reached the other side of the city, and the scarlet clouds in the sky were not clear whether they were the setting sun shining back or the red blood reflecting the sky.
Some soldiers cover their faces with dust, some soldiers wrap their bodies in rags, the wine they drink is laced with blood, and the bread they eat is sprinkled with tears. The general stood on the city gate and declared war on the enemies below. The military flag he held in his hand was a symbol of invincibility.
No one remembers their names, and probably no one is waiting for them to go home. The weapons in their hands are never to protect themselves, but to protect the king in their hearts. But what about the king?
The king played with his concubines and listened to the sheng and xiao in the mountainous castle. He didn't know that his country was about to perish, and he didn't know that he was the king appointed by the gods to perish. Maybe he would only feel scared when the enemy invaded the Golden Palace.
Lan Feng had seen the battle between gods and demons in King Peng's dream, but now this mortal war touched his heartstrings. He couldn't understand how these mortals could have such faith to defend a king they had never seen.
The green mountains are there and the deserted city is in smoke. How many times will the soldiers return to fight?
Recalling the past years, when making wine, I vowed to serve as a minister to serve the country.
Feng Shuai rode thousands of mountains and rivers, and promised to kill the enemy's leader.
It's a pity to send a red scarf thousands of miles away, but the wild goose will never come back...
"Boom——"
The sound of a bell pulled the five Lanfeng people out of the battlefield. They looked up to the south of the city. At this time, the red glow gradually faded. Reflecting the remaining skylight, they saw the silhouettes of five giants, with five peaks towering into the clouds. During this period, the Buddha's light was in full bloom, forming a sharp contrast with the killing scene outside the city at the foot of the mountain. This is where Lanfeng is going on this trip - Manjusri Taoist Temple, Mount Wutai.
Lanfeng took out Feng Yi's messenger bamboo leaf and set fire to his fingertips to burn it to ashes. He turned sideways and saw Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi's eyes were red with a little glint.
"Brother Mo Yun..." Lan Feng said.
Mo Yun choked up and let out a long sigh: "I remember how majestic Zhizhi and I were when we followed the Lion King to attack Nantian during the battle at Lingxiao. In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed."
