People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 43 Immortality (Please read on!!!)

The wind blew over the top of the city, carrying a strong smell of blood. Among them were the Yellow Turbans as well as government soldiers. How quiet it was now, as noisy and restless it was before.

Xu Chen stepped over the broken limbs and flesh all over the ground. The purgatory-like scene before him did not make him happy at all. Like him, there were also the Yellow Turbans who sat on the ground in silence.

If it were in the past, they would have cheered and howled for such a victory, but after they won this battle, they completely lost interest in doing so.

This battle was so brutal that it was the toughest battle they had fought since they followed Xu Chen.

There was no fancy strategy, nor was it the ambushes of the previous few times where the majority was against the minority. Both sides just deployed their battle formations, one attacking while the other defending, and they just ran and crawled step by step, and finally took over the county.

After the war, the Yellow Turbans were all exhausted, but when they were resting, they had an indescribable feeling on their faces, because even they themselves could not believe their own fighting performance.

If they had fought under the Great Sage Division in the past, they believed that they would not be able to withstand a war of this intensity. Often, under the stranglehold of the elite Han troops, more than one-tenth of their own side would be killed, and the entire army would collapse.

But today everyone seemed to be holding back a rage in their hearts, which made them forget their fear and only think about winning the battle. As a result, they were able to grit their teeth and hold on despite such a brutal and difficult high-intensity siege battle today!

The Yellow Turbans only felt that an indescribable feeling seemed to be happening in the group they belonged to, but they did not know what exactly this change was.

Only Xu Chen knew that it was the dual faith bonus of fanatic attributes and lofty ideals that brought about their spiritual changes.

It is no exaggeration to say that after this battle, they have become qualified warriors of the cult.

After a short rest, the Yellow Turbans quietly began to clean up the battlefield. They gathered the bodies of their companions, and then dug pits with the captured officers and soldiers to bury them on the spot.

It may seem a bit disrespectful to deal with it so hastily, but in fact, for the common people like them, having a pit to bury their bodies is already decent, and not being left exposed in the wilderness is good enough.

It took half a day and the joint efforts of thousands of people to dig out a huge shallow pit, and the bodies were neatly placed in it.

By now, the Yellow Turbans have slowly gotten over the grief of their comrades' deaths in battle. People of this era are accustomed to life and death and are not obsessed with it.

Xu Chen walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the pit. He saw the densely packed corpses below and remained silent for a long time.

Although he has become accustomed to the life and death of this era, he still feels heavy in his heart when he sees the dead people in front of him. These people are actually his companions on the road ahead.

He raised his head and glanced into the distance. There was nothing in the vast and endless wilderness, but he seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and saw more blood and wind in the future.

He understood that sacrifices like this would continue today until success was achieved.

"They died, but they live forever. When people in my sect are destroyed in war, that is not death, but enlightenment and becoming immortal!"

In the silent wilderness, Xu Chen's solemn voice floated over the many Yellow Turbans. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. The word "becoming an immortal" touched the heart of each of them.

Can an ordinary believer like me have the opportunity to become an immortal?
Xu Chen quickly answered their questions. When Xu Chen's slightly ethereal and sacred voice reached their ears, they inexplicably felt a sense of solemnity.

"My teachings do not seek physical immortality to achieve immortality, but rather spiritual immortality. Anyone who cultivates virtue and wisdom can attain immortality after their physical body is destroyed!

The sacrifices of our sect in the past, today, and in the future have all died for the people and for their faith. This merit can be remembered by heaven and earth and recognized by the gods. I hereby grant a decree to seal the immortal bodies of the dead. When the situation is stable, I will erect a monument to worship them, burn incense continuously, and let the souls of the warriors return to heaven and be immortal forever! "

After Xu Chen finished speaking, he picked up a handful of soil and sprinkled it on the numerous corpses.

Many Yellow Turbans were all trembling in fear. They followed Xu Chen to bury the body, thinking about becoming immortals in their hearts.

Upon hearing that their deceased brothers had received the leader's decree and their souls had returned to heaven and been granted immortal status, their original sadness was immediately diluted. Some people even began to envy them. After all, that was becoming an immortal!
It turns out that the practice of my sect to become an immortal does not mean immortality, but the immortality of the soul.

Dying on the battlefield like this today actually meets the requirements for becoming an immortal!
The followers of the Yellow Turbans were born as common people, and now they are nothing more than bandits. They thought that they would be dead in this life, and no one would remember them or take them seriously. It was not until today that they were pleasantly surprised to find that their leader had not forgotten them.

Perhaps a simple decree to confer an immortal body was nothing. After all, it was invisible and intangible, and the soldiers did not feel it strongly.

But erecting a monument to worship and continuing the incense offerings is different; for them, this is a real reward and compensation.

Only kings, princes, generals and ministers have ancestral temples that pass down offerings from generation to generation, or the gods in the temples have believers burn incense and make requests, so that they can be passed down forever.

Ordinary people like them can only enjoy the incense and worship from their descendants for three to five generations, and then it will be cut off.

Today Xu Chen promised to erect a monument to offer perpetual incense, which was something they didn't even dare to think about.

In this way, even if there is no bloodline inheritance, one does not have to worry about becoming a wandering ghost after death.

The important thing is that no one treated people like them as human beings before, but the leader did so. This kind of kindness made all the believers grateful and tearful. For the first time, they, who were as humble as dust, felt valued and respected.

Even officers and soldiers could not expect such respect. Soldiers have always been consumables of those in power, and few of them treat them as human beings.

As the loess gradually buried the area, the mentality of the Yellow Turbans gradually changed. They no longer felt that being a soldier was a lowly status.

Because the leaders all said that even if they sacrificed, it would be for the people of the world and their religious beliefs. This kind of sacrifice is noble, so noble that everyone is worthy of becoming an immortal and being worshipped forever.

Death may not be such a scary thing after all.

As the sun sets, the clouds turn red like blood. Under the silent heaven and earth, Xu Chen's powerful and serious voice can be heard. The voice seems to be reciting the years, and it seems to be singing. The content of the voice is the doctrine that there will never be any kings or nobles, and everything depends on ourselves...

The Yellow Turbans suddenly realized that the leader was saving the souls of the dead in his own way.

In the past, most of the Taoist scriptures were obscure and difficult to understand, but what the leader was chanting today was simple and straightforward. It was this simplicity that made them feel like something was burning in their hearts when they listened to it.

Don’t say we have nothing, we will be the masters of this world!

　Please keep reading, please keep reading. Reading determines the fate of my new book. The little author begs all of you to keep reading. I will always remember you!

　　
　
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