Shipin Dalizheng

Chapter 306: God's Illusion

Rong Tang looked back and found that Master Yuan Jing had walked up to him without him noticing.

Rong Tang opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain to him. Buddhists have always emphasized not harming ants when sweeping the floor, and being careful not to let moths fly into lampshades. This is considered a great sin of killing.

It's not that he is pretentious. He kills people without blinking an eye, but feels extremely guilty when killing insects, snakes, birds and beasts. The reason is that they are innocent.

They hid in the mountains and refused to come out, trying to avoid seeing anyone, yet were forced out to die by two magic harps. Where can they seek justice?

"Master, I..."

Master Yuanjing sat down silently, with his eyes lowered, chanting scriptures. The soldiers who were moving the dead animals felt guilty when they passed by him, but it did not stop them from continuing to move.

After Master Yuan Jing finished reciting the sutra, he looked at him reproachfully, "Do you know you are wrong?"

Rong Tang lowered his head, "I understand."

"What else will you do?"

Rong Tang lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Master Yuanjing closed his eyes. Everything is destined. Perhaps this is the only way to reverse fate.

"Then go ahead and do it. Remember to recite the mantra for rebirth after you're done. Although it sounds despicable to say this, human life is above all else. I can only be a shameless monk."

He stretched out his hand to Feng Qingqing, and Feng Qingqing handed him the Buddhist beads.

Master Yuanjing wrapped the Buddhist beads around his hand and placed his palm against Rong Tang's forehead. The next moment, Rong Tang felt dizzy and hallucinations appeared before his eyes.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, the sky and the earth were gray and red, and the ruined imperial capital was filled with smoke and dust.

The camera zooms out, revealing a thousand-mile radius of barren land littered with starving people. Wild dogs are gnawing at the broken body of a baby on the roadside. The baby is not yet dead, and is wailing miserably.

Rong Tang screamed in shock, "Where is this?"

Master Yuan Jing's disembodied voice echoed in my ears, "This happened in the previous world. I will now take you on a spiritual journey to see the tragic scene. Once you see it with your own eyes, you will know what to do."

Feng Qingqing glanced at him lightly, "Is this the Buddhist divine travel? Is this also what happened in Nangong Yan's previous life?"

Master Yuan Jing's tone was calm, "Gongsun Wuji, the resentment in your heart is even greater than Rong Tang's. You are not moved at all by such a tragic scene."

Feng said softly: "Because I know this is an illusion."

"It's an illusion to you, but it happened. Once this is over, you must practice for a while."

Feng curled her lips slightly, "It doesn't matter. I have a certificate of ordination anyway. I am a cultivator with hair."

Rong Tang was stunned for a moment, as if he was exhausted. "I understand. Let me..., go out..."

The sound of a zither brought him back to his senses, only to find that the dead things on the ground had been cleared away. He had simply fallen asleep on the black dragon and had touched the strings of the zither.

He looked up and asked, "Where is Master Yuanjing?"

Rong Wanli beside him was bewildered, "No, there is no Master Yuan Jing."

"He didn't come? He didn't chant sutras here to pray for the souls to be liberated?"

Rong Wanli was speechless. "No, if you don't believe me, ask others."

The four guards all said no, so Rong Tang pulled a few soldiers over and asked if they had seen a monk. The soldiers were surprised and said, "How could a monk come? The water we have surrounded in this valley is so deep that it's impossible to pour in. Not only can a monk, but even an ant can't crawl through it."

Otherwise, all three thousand of these so-called elite soldiers would have been killed.

Feng Qingqing asked worriedly, "Are you too tired and dreaming?"

Rong Tang wiped his sweat, "Maybe."

The Buddhist beads were still around Feng Qingqing's neck. She should know very well whether they had been taken away or not.

Perhaps he was really too tired and had a dream about his past and present lives, but that terrible dream made him more determined in his thoughts. Master Yuanjing was right, human life was above everything else, and the lives of hundreds of thousands of people were not worth exchanging for unknown causes and effects.

Just as he accepted that this was a dream, Feng said softly, "Once this matter is over, I need to find a place to practice for a while. I feel that I am too cold-hearted. I slaughtered thousands of lives without feeling the slightest bit of emotion."

Rong Tang's eyes widened instantly.

"what happened to you?"

Rong Tang came back to his senses, "Nothing, I was just thinking that now that this matter is over, I should also eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures to atone for my sins."

He used the word atonement, and Feng Qingqing seemed to be very uncomfortable. She frowned, and then suddenly took off the Buddhist beads and threw them away as if she was on fire. "What the hell is this? It burns me to death."

Rong Tang was startled and went forward to pick up the Buddhist beads, but they seemed like chestnuts just picked up from the fire, so scalding that it could kill someone.

He remembered the vow he'd made the last time he'd offended the Buddha. Could it be that he'd heard it this time, too? No way, he joked, hastily trying to make amends. "Can I eat vegetarian food once every two weeks? Ten days? Five days? Don't mess with me, I can't stop eating meat. I'll die if I don't! Eat meat once every two weeks... once, okay? If you don't let me eat it, I'd rather die..."

Just as he was wailing and about to lie on the ground and throw a tantrum, the Buddhist beads turned cold, and Rong Tang seemed to have been drained of all his strength, with despair in his eyes.

The four guards gathered around, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I won't die. I just don't want to live anymore."

The four guards were puzzled as to why their master suddenly didn't want to live anymore. As they were about to pack up and leave, Rong Wanli put Xuanlong into the piano case, and the main force withdrew back to the camp.

Although the things brought back from this hunt were a bit strange, they were all meat, which could nourish a person several times more than grain. We were overjoyed and distributed them to process and dry them in the sun.

We grilled the meat in the evening. There was no seasoning, just a little coarse salt, but it was still delicious.

Of course, not everyone can have such food. Basically, only the 3,000 soldiers who go hunting can have a share, and each person is given a small piece the length of a finger to taste. The other ordinary soldiers can only smell it.

As for the refugees, they would just throw a few pieces into the big pot of porridge and cook it, with a few droplets of oil floating in everyone's bowl.

Even so, they felt very happy. If there were a few oil seeds in their porridge every day, they would be willing to follow their uncle until the end of time.

Rong Tang was certainly different from others. He had enough to eat, but when he saw the roasted rabbit legs, he just felt upset.

"Don't eat."

The four guards were anxious. They had already eaten, so what would it be like for the master not to eat? So they urged Rong Zhan to come and persuade him, "Master, there are still many things to do. You can't not eat. If you collapse, we will be left without a backbone."

Rong Tang couldn't eat any more. He took a rabbit leg and brought it to his mouth several times, then moved away, twirling his Buddhist beads with one hand. "No, I can't eat any more. Take it away. I need to chant."

The four guards were extremely worried and wanted Feng Qingqing to come and persuade him. When they walked outside Feng Qingqing's tent, they heard someone mumbling inside, "It's really strange, why doesn't the barbecue smell good?"

Several people looked at each other and asked, "Should we still go in?"

The meat they'd gathered the day before was consumed, and some was saved, but it was clearly not enough. Rong Tang and Feng Qingqing had to move to more locations to continue their slaughter of natural creatures. Rong Tang, feeling guilty, continued to kill, feeling tormented by his conscience, his hair falling out in clumps.

Until one day, he put his fingers into his hair and pulled it a few times casually. His hands were covered with a lot of hair, and they were full of fuzz. He realized something was wrong. This was worse than chemotherapy. He was going to be bald.

Feng's soft scream came from next door, "My hair..."

Rong Tang closed his eyes, and sure enough...

Feng Qingxi blew in like a whirlwind, "I quit. My hair is almost falling out."

Rong Tang comforted her, "It's okay, it's just hair. Ask Dr. Mo to prescribe some medicine in a few days and it will grow back soon. Compared to other things, this kind of cause and effect is more bearable."

Feng Qingzhi roared, "No, I can die, but I can't be bald. I am Gongsun Wuji."