I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 732 Cutting the Deer (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

Perhaps this idea has long been buried in his subconscious.

Otherwise, when he became Li Bai, the Three Swords of the Son of Heaven would not have appeared.

In this world, no one cares about the life and death of the people at the bottom.

No matter if it is Da Ji, the immortal sect, the family clan, the master of the king, the rebel army, or the rebels...

That pair of mother and son was not the first time he rescued people.

All the things he saw along the way before were not only the group of people who were called Beidi thieves by the soldiers of Naba's government, killing the people.

The Chu army, the Bafu army, and even the so-called rebel army appeared from time to time. These people were all taking advantage of the fire to loot the people and refugees.

It is already rare to stand by like that group of tyrant soldiers just now.

After all, in the eyes of these people, the people are all the same, they are just tools for them to trample on and drive them.

The only difference is that the means are gentle or brutal.

It is hopeless to be born at the bottom.

He was lucky to have a book of ghosts and gods on his body, which allowed him to get rid of that desperate quagmire early.

But along the way, he walked higher and higher, almost standing on the clouds of this world.

He has almost forgotten what his original intention was.

Is it the bowl of rice given to him by the dying man among the refugees?

Is it the little knife-wielder who resisted the goddess Yanshan's three-thousand-mile river in Wujun?
Is it the oath made in the wine cellar of Gu Village to the countless blood corpses of Gu Village villagers in the blood pool?

Or was it the uncontrollable anger when the king of Chu slaughtered millions of people in Nanzhou?
Jiang Zhou stood on the cloud with his hands behind his back, like a fairy, high above, looking down on the world.

The eyes are not indifference overlooking everything, but confusion.

With the change of his state of mind, in the main body in the Dashu River, in the Taixu of the Zifu, a big tripod suddenly stopped ringing.

This is the bucket tripod.

Jiang Zhou originally kept it in the Michen Banner, but it got into his purple mansion by itself just like the Buddha's handprint came uninvited before.

This thing was too big and mysterious, and Jiang Zhou didn't dare to provoke it for the time being, so he had to let it go for the time being.

At this time, the Buddha's handprint on the tripod is shining with golden light.

Sanskrit sounds burst into bursts, singing from the Zifu.

"Nanwu Nanwu..."

"Nanwuhalatanaduolayeye..."

Amidst bursts of Sanskrit sounds, Jiang Zhou felt a sense of great enlightenment in a trance.

I only feel the turbulent world is surging, and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless.

For a moment, it was not as good as the thought of taking refuge.

Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha.

Only by comprehending the truth of all dharmas and proclaiming the teachings of Buddhism can we save sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering...

The confusion in Jiang Zhou's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by compassion and pity for this world of suffering.

At the same time, the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir slowly rotated, letting down boundless purple energy.

The Ksitigarbha God made a seal with both hands, blooming with boundless light.

"No!"

Jiang Zhou blurted out suddenly, and the compassion and pity in his eyes dissipated, replaced by shock and anger.

"Ksitigarbha is immortal, unmovable for a thousand eons!"

"Give me town!"

Ksitigarbha, who had been sitting upright and motionless all this time, suddenly stretched out a palm, and pressed it down on the tripod.

The trembling cauldron suddenly stopped, the golden light on the Buddha's palm print also dimmed, and the Sanskrit sound disappeared.

The God of Dizang had already grasped the tripod and withdrew his palm, a pearl was hanging on his palm, shining brightly.

It seems that Douding has been firmly suppressed.

Jiang Zhou's face paled slightly, but his brows were still slightly frowned.

Speaking of which, the ability to drive the Earth God of Earth Store is thanks to the Buddha's mudra that lent him a physical body before.

The supernatural power displayed by the Buddha's handprint that day was actually the mystery hidden by the Dizang Emperor God.

It's just that he didn't even comprehend it himself, and the display of Buddha's hand seal gave him a glimpse of it.

This emperor god can not only suppress the immortality of his body, but also suppress internal evil and external demons.

The bergamot handprint turned palms into mountains, and the move to suppress Monk Baoyue originated from this.

But this buddha handprint is mysterious and unpredictable, and I don't know what it wants to do.

During the change of mind just now, it was almost taken advantage of by it.

Although it seems to be suppressed at this time, it may not be able to last for a long time. We still have to find an opportunity to solve this trouble.

After this change, Jiang Zhou put all the confusion just behind him.

That's when he got into a dead end.

Save the common people?

This proposition is too big, even if he wants to do it, there is nowhere to start.

Why bother?
But since he had this thought, if he didn't do it, he wouldn't even be able to convince himself.

It is not a trivial matter to have unreasonable thoughts. Internal evils and external demons are born from this, and there will always be an outbreak.

That being the case...

Just do it.

The main body is still in the stillness, as if it has acquired a bit of the vast and boundless wisdom of the God of Tibetan Dizang, and understands many things in a flash.

The incarnation far away was also at this time, following the thought of the main body, it changed into another appearance.

The original incarnation was nothing but his random changes, mainly inconspicuous, just an ordinary public image.

But at this time, this avatar has become very dazzling, very eye-catching.

With the brilliance on his body, even the blind would be attracted by him.

"Hunter, hound, chase..."

The incarnation of Jiang Zhou closed his eyes slightly, murmuring what he saw in the God's Palm Sutra.

He finally understood a little bit what the hexagram image meant.

Qin lost its deer, and the whole world pursued it...

The hexagram is already obvious, he should have figured it out long ago.

Although Jilu has not been lost, the heroes have risen everywhere.

The sacred treasure tripod is home to the virtuous.

Who is virtuous?

I... will do my part!
The avatar suddenly opened its eyes, but it was like two cold stars shining in the night.

He is not interested in the world, but he might as well try, maybe he can really find a way to save the common people.

The deer of "The World", in his hands, is better than in those people's hands, right?

Even if it fails, it is also the failure of this avatar, so what does Jiang Zhou have to do with him?

Just find another way.

He doesn't want to be an emperor either, he just wants to be a deer cutter.

This incarnation is his sword for cutting deer.

Just take some unrighteous blood first, and sacrifice this deer-cutting sword!
……

Jiejiang Station.

This county town has now become a purgatory, full of wailing and wild laughter.

In a wide open space, a group of hundreds of people were escorted by soldiers, kneeling in several rows.

Behind each of them stood a soldier with a sword and armor.

As a general in front raised his hand high and lowered it gently, a row of armored soldiers raised their knives and cut off the head of the person in front of him.

The general's hands rose and fell several times, and his head rolled to the ground.

Soon, this group was killed, and another group was escorted by soldiers.

The general grinned ferociously, and shouted to the surroundings: "Cui, if you don't breathe out, I will kill one person, and if you don't breathe out, I will kill a hundred people. I would like to see, but you may just sit back and watch these people because of you." and die?"

As he spoke, he raised his arms again.

"stop!"

A slightly weak shout came from a distance with some trembling.

The general sneered at the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers parted ways, and one person appeared.

This person had disheveled hair and was wearing a blue official robe, but it was in tatters and blood stains, and he could barely see the badge pattern on his chest.

"Cui Xingzhi, you are finally willing to come out."

The man in the official robe pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, "I have come out, let them go."

"Ha ha……"

The general sneered: "Okay, let's let it go."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and swung it down violently.

"Puchi! Puchi!..."

The light of the knife flickered, and the head fell to the ground.

"what!"

"Northern villain! You will die!"

The man's eyes were tearing apart, and he cursed angrily.

"Come on, keep pushing up, keep killing."

The general smiled and didn't care.

These nerds don't even know how to swear at others, so they can swear me to death with just one mouth?

"puff!"

He didn't stop thinking, but he felt himself floating up suddenly.

what happened?

How did I fly?

After a while of dizziness, he only saw a headless corpse standing, with blood spurting from its neck like a fountain.

good eyes...familiar...

"Pfft!"

When a head fell to the ground, he lost consciousness again.

The surrounding soldiers watched blankly as their general's head flew up and landed on the ground, without letting go of his raised hand.

"Tread...tread..."

In this county town that had turned into a purgatory, there was a sudden sound of gentle footsteps.

It was very light and slow, but everyone alive in the city seemed to be able to hear the sound.

(End of this chapter)