Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 28 Suffering and Bliss

A heavy snowfall forced the army to halt its advance.

The snowfield is full of desolation, except for snow.

The army spreads out.

The front army is mainly a light force, composed of the elite of the entire army. It is mainly responsible for reconnaissance, assault, and finding the way for the large army. If it encounters a small group of enemies, it will eat them. If it encounters a large group of enemies, it will wait for the middle army. When there is a blocked road, open a way.

The rear army is responsible for the food routes and logistics of the army, cutting off the rear of the army and preventing the enemy from attacking the central army.

Of course, the reason why they had to maintain food routes after entering the snowfield was to fight steadily and test whether Yuan Futong would divide his troops.

If the enemy avoids fighting, the entire army will rush towards Beihai City and then attack Chongcheng from the side and rear.

The Chinese army where Baiyao is located is the main force of this army. It has only one function, and that is the decisive battle.

At this moment, in a tent in the Chinese army camp.

The crackling of dry firewood and the dancing flames drove away the cold wind that seeped in from the outside world.

The man had curly brown hair and was tied to a stool naked, with blood all over his body.

Eilai held a blunt knife, controlled his strength, and cut back and forth on the bulge on the man's chest.

The severe and continuous pain made the man's muscles tense up and his pupils were bloodshot. He stared at the evil, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing this, Xilai was furious. With a strong hand holding the blunt knife, he tore off the bulge on the man's chest and a whole piece of bloody skin!

The man was tortured to the point of convulsing all over, cold sweat and blood dripping from his forehead, and half of his chest was bloody.

But even so, he didn't faint. He groaned for a while, and actually spat blood-stained saliva on Xilai's face.

When evil comes, he will be furious.

"Are you going to fucking say something or not!"

After that, he sprinkled a bowl of salt water on the man's chest.

This time, the man was stiff with pain and his face was distorted.

Still didn't give in.

Just as Evil was about to chop off his fingers, a voice suddenly came from behind:
"There is no need to interrogate."

After finishing his meal, Baiyao wiped his mouth with a silk scarf, looked at the man calmly, and said to evil:
"This kind of person doesn't care about physical pain."

After saying that, he nodded to the practitioner who had been standing in the corner.

The practitioner nodded respectfully, made a magic formula, and shot a green light at the man.

I saw that the man's originally scarred body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, he returned to normal with only half a breath left.

As he did every time he recovered, he tugged hard on the iron chains that bound his hands and feet, gritted his teeth and stared at Baiyao with a chilling murderous intent.

Baiyao's face remained calm, but he was tired of the long and fruitless interrogation.

"Only the power of faith can make a person's will as hard as iron."

Just like if he told the royal family that as long as he built an altar with the heads of his relatives and then committed suicide on the altar on a full moon night, he could enter the kingdom of gods and rank with his ancestors.

Then within three days at most, Di Xin would never have to worry about anyone opposing him.

Members of the royal family who were born when Baiyao was sleeping may hesitate, but those who are older will completely obey the will from the ancestral temple.

Successive Da Zhu brainwashed the royal family for 600 years.

The man's faith was very firm, but Baiyao discovered that he didn't choose to flatter himself with words?

Isn’t there any teaching that guides evil people to put down their butcher’s knives, cut off evil and cultivate good deeds?
He looked at the man, completely ignoring the murderous intention coming towards him, and asked lightly:
"What is your belief?"

The man sneered.

Maybe there was a language barrier, maybe the man was mute.

Baiyao didn't care, he already had the answer in his heart, and he just wanted to confirm by torturing the man.

"You're from the West, right?"

His voice echoed through the tent.

The atmosphere was quiet except for the crisp sound of burning firewood and the howling wind outside the tent.

The man gave up his disguise, closed his eyes, and never showed his fangs.

When Baiyao saw this, he smiled to himself and said:

"Although I don't deal with your saints, it doesn't stop me from being curious about the current teachings of Western religions."

He picked up the tea cup and walked up to the man, took a sip and said softly:
"Do you believe that there is no self in life, everything depends on fate, and nothing can be forced? Or do you want all living beings to be equal, and all Dharma methods have the Four Noble Truths as the core?"

The man's expression was dull, as if he hadn't heard anything.Baiyao continued:

"I once met a group of ascetics. They believe that the suffering in the world is limited. As long as they take the initiative to bear a little, others will suffer less. Therefore, they go down the mountain regularly every year to beg for food and do not touch money."

He handed the teacup to Erai and asked the man:

"Do you think asceticism can achieve merit?"

"If you can, are you willing to endure hardship for all sentient beings?"

Baiyao smiled and said sarcastically:
"You should go through all the suffering of all sentient beings, instead of crossing the state to come here to kill me."

"Could it be that if you kill me, you can fulfill your big wish?"

"Do you know if I die in Beihai, how many innocent people will be buried with me?"

"Do they deserve to suffer forever?"

"What are you fighting for?"

The man finally opened his eyes. Although there was confusion in his eyes, he immediately pretended to be firm and said intermittently in very poor business dialect:

"Evil devil... you are the one who creates suffering... and prevents all sentient beings from entering the world of bliss..."

"You can talk!"

Evilai was so surprised that he tried his best to open the mouth, but Da Zhu succeeded in just a few words? !
"I see."

Baiyao smiled, calmly untied the man's shackles, and then let everyone leave.

"Big wishes?"

Evilai was about to speak, but was interrupted by Baiyao with a wave of his hand, and had to leave with the practitioner.

There were only two people left in the tent.

Baiyao sighed slightly:
"It turns out that at this time, your teachings included the concept of the Paradise."

Under the man's gloomy gaze, he pulled out the long knife hanging on the tent beside him, threw it in front of the man, and said softly:

"I can tell you for sure that if you kill me, the world will suffer unprecedented suffering. The royal family will abandon everything to avenge me. You are the culprit, but how can you calm down their anger by just killing you? They can't go to other tribes. The state can only poison the world and cause heinous crimes."

"Pick up the knife. Whether it will cause greater suffering or stop it all in advance, it all depends on you."

The man was extremely surprised that Baiyao let him go.

My mind recalled the series of questions I just heard.

The education he received since childhood was to suffer in this life and to be happy in the next.

Parents say so, and enlightened people say so.

Then if suffering is infinite... there is no bliss.

It's been a long time.

He picked up the knife tremblingly, and the reflective blade was like a mirror, reflecting a pair of confused eyes.

"Suffering in the world...is limited?"

Baiyao chuckled and said:
"I don't know and I don't care. If you want to know, you can try to kill me. I promise not to resist."

The man opened his mouth slightly, looked at Baiyao, and then looked at the knife in his hand.

Under Baiyao's silent gaze, the man held the long knife in his back and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.

"I...I can't gamble...can't increase the suffering!"

The man howled like a beast, closed his eyes tightly and shed tears, and stabbed his heart with a knife!
"clang--"

The sound of metal and stone clashing sounded.

The long knife was broken by Baiyao's fist.

He has refined his Qi and is about to fill the first hole in his body. His body is harder than fine iron.

"Evil is coming."

Baiyao said softly.

The two-meter-tall Erai immediately lifted the tent and walked in, saluting:
"The end is here."

"Tie him up so there's no need to torture him."

The man's limbs were tied up again as his eyes were blank.

But this time, he didn't resist.

(End of this chapter)