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“…A single spark can start a prairie fire.”

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“I want to know if the power of an ant can shake the sky.”

“Even if I will be doomed forever, and the path of life and death will disappear.”

“…In the world split by the axe, there are people who are unwilling to be slaves everywhere.”

The young man who said this had the blazing eyes of the rising sun, so gorgeous, so dazzling, and trembling.

The autumn wind was sparse, the city was desolate, and under the endless blue sky was a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were clear, and his blood-stained clothes fluttered, just like the dividing line between purity and filth.

Mei Lanliang stared blankly at the boy who was as tall as a pine tree. A sudden tornado set off by the boy swept through his brain. What stale and conventional ideas were shattered, and what new, vigorous and indomitable spirit was born!

For a moment, it seemed that even the wind stopped. In the short and long silence, Mei Lanliang clearly heard the thunder and roar in his heart.

He didn't expect... He didn't expect that the poor child he met on the street that year would have such a lofty ambition!

Ten years have passed since Mei Lanliang met Le Jing in Yousu City.

Ten years is just a blink of an eye for a cultivator, not worth mentioning. But there is no doubt that the boy has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past ten years.

That childish child has now grown into a handsome, brave and fearless boy.

Only those eyes have remained the same for decades.

Thinking back to when he had misunderstood Le Jing as an old monster who had rejuvenated, he now found it ridiculous.

An old monster with a gloomy look in his eyes could not possibly have the look in Le Jing's eyes.

These were a pair of bright eyes that belonged only to young people.

There was nothing in the world that young people feared, whether it was heaven or earth. If the sky was unfair, young people would poke a hole in the sky, and if the earth was uneven, young people would split the earth in half. In the long night of eternity, young people would burn all their blood and turn into candles to keep warm, and when tomorrow was bright, young people would crawl with darkness on their backs.

This was the courage and passion that only young people could have.

Mei Yanliang suddenly felt ashamed, and in his shame, there was also an inexplicable excitement.

He came from the people, and was also the son of a mortal. When he was young, he also had the ambition to save the world and the people, and to revitalize the country and the nation. Even though he later became an immortal, he often came down to earth to punish evil and promote good.

When did he change?

It was probably when his village was massacred by bandits, and he was forbidden by Master's order to take revenge.

Because he was no longer a mortal, it was against the will of heaven for a cultivator to interfere in mortal affairs.

Master also said that mortals have a limited lifespan, and even if he saved them at that time, it was only for a while, and mortals would die sooner or later for various reasons. Compared with the long-lived cultivators, mortals are too small and fragile.

Master also said that his revenge was actually meaningless, because bandits were also mortals, and they would die sooner or later. In the end, only Mei Yanliang, a cultivator, could live for a long time.

In the eyes of cultivators, mortals are like mayflies, born in the morning and dead in the evening.

So Mei Yanliang's revenge is meaningless, because mortals will die after all.

But just now, a young man wanted to let ants shake the sky.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to abandon all his glory, covered in blood, and entered the Shura Road to save the people who would die sooner or later.

Is this behavior stupid?

It should be stupid.

But why, Mei Linliang was trembling all over and his heart was pounding at this moment?

Why did he feel so excited when he saw the people crawling on the ground? He couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't help but... yearn for it.

Mei Linliang knew that Le Jing, as a Buddhist, was born with the ability to see through the fate and cause and effect of past lives. He might be the one who understood the cruelty and inviolability of fate the most among all the people present.

But in the face of the inevitable and almost foregone fate, Le Jing chose to fight back because he "couldn't bear it", even if he died.

And what about him...

Along the way, how many things did he abandon for the sake of the Tao?

Even if the worldly ties were cut off, if they were not immortals for a day, they would be human for the rest of their lives. Before they were cultivators, they were first of all human beings.

Mei Linliang asked himself, is such a timid, calculating, and cold-eyed life really meaningful?

It is clear that the purpose of the monks' cultivation is to live forever, to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth and gain great freedom, and to achieve eternal freedom. That is why they have to go against the will of heaven, so that they can transcend the limitations of the human body and achieve transcendence. If they go against their original intentions and distort their personalities in pursuit of the great way, isn't this the greatest lack of freedom?

Although their appearance remains youthful, have their hearts already aged without them noticing?

While Mei Linliang was thinking, Le Jing and Master Hui Tong had fought for several rounds.

The previous battle had exhausted all of Le Jing's spiritual power, so he had no power to counterattack Master Hui Tong at this time. However, in just a few rounds, he had several more wounds on his body that were almost visible to the bone.

Master Hui Tong still showed mercy, otherwise Le Jing would have been beheaded by now.

Hui Tong said: "If you repent now, it's not too late!"

Le Jing shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled brightly without any shadow, "Master, you don't have to persuade me." He said firmly: "This is my way, and I will never change."

Hui Tong frowned fiercely, and the next moment the boy was hit in the chest by the palm of the Sun Tathagata. He spit out blood again, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Le Jing!" Several voices sounded at the same time, Lu Qingling and Su Jian rushed out quickly, Kunhuo transformed into a giant dog to protect Le Jing, staring at Hui Tong with a covetous look.

Lu Qingling's pale face finally regained some color when she saw the boy's slowly blinking eyes. She squatted in front of Le Jing with sobs, not daring to touch him, and asked with sobs: "Le Jing, are you okay?"

Le Jing felt a burst of blackness in front of his eyes, and he tried to put on a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine, Master is soft-hearted and showed mercy."

Hui Tong snorted coldly, "If you continue to be so stubborn, I won't show mercy next time!"

"As a child of Buddha, you are blessed by heaven and earth, and you are cultivated by our Buddhist sect. I have spent my efforts to educate you for ten years, but I didn't expect to teach such a wicked beast who does evil, disregards the time, and is unreasonable!" Hui Tong He asked with regret and anger: "I'll ask again, are you willing to put down your butcher knife and spend the rest of your life to atone for your sins?"

Le Jing struggled to get up from the ground, declined Su Jian's hand to help him, and finally stood up after staggering for a long time. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in a mess, stood up and smiled: "Master, you don't have to ask again, my answer is always the same."

At that moment, Hui Tong's expression was extremely complicated, with regret, relief, hatred, and helplessness, but it eventually turned into a sigh of regret. He chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, "In this case, I will clean up the door myself..."

A stone suddenly hit Hui Tong, and Hui Tong did not dodge, and the stone was smashed by his body.

Han Yong raised a bigger stone, word by word, and shouted angrily: "Get out! You are not welcome here!"

"Pah." Another stone was thrown at Hui Tong.

"Bah, you evil monk! What crime did the immortal have in saving us?!"

The sound of stones hitting each other was endless.

"Get out! Beihuang City does not welcome you!"

"The immortal is the benefactor who saved our entire city. If you want to kill him, step over someone's body first!"

"If you dare to hurt the immortal, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"What kind of compassionate monk are you! Are you in the same group with those evil people just now?!"

Hui Tong looked around in astonishment and suddenly found that the people who were just docile like lambs crawling on the ground suddenly turned into a group of wolves staring at him fiercely. These weak mortals used their flesh and blood as a wall to surround Le Jing layer by layer.

Hui Tong has been practicing Buddhism for many years and is used to the fear of mortals. This is the first time he has encountered naked malice from mortals. In the eyes of these people, he is not a noble and holy monk, but a wolf who is the same as the invaders.

The people are lambs, officials are shepherds, the emperor is the master of the world, and they, the monks, are the chess spectators.

Only those who watch chess without speaking are gentlemen. This is also the principle he has always practiced.

He never thought that the docile people would be so brave one day! He never thought that one day he would become the evil party in the eyes of the people!

Is it that the people are too stupid to be educated, or did he really do something wrong?

"What did Le Jing and the others do wrong?" A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

A young Taoist priest in blue clothes with a white face like jade stepped out of the crowd, walked straight into the middle of the people, and stood in front of Le Jing with the people.

"Mei Yanliang?" Someone behind him read out his name in surprise.

Mei Yanliang bowed his hands and looked at Hui Tong with burning eyes, "Le Jing just did what I wanted to do but never did, what's wrong with that?"

"If saving people is also a wrong thing, then it can only mean that the standard for measuring right and wrong is wrong."

Hui Tong looked into those clear eyes and was not surprised to find that they were exactly the same burning as Le Jing's eyes.

In a few breaths of silence, a yellow-robed monk also stepped out of the crowd and stood beside Mei Yanliang.

Hui Tong recognized him. He was Kong Huan, the direct disciple of his junior brother Hui Wu.

Kong Huan said seriously: "My Buddha is merciful, but there are times when he is angry. Although the Buddha has opened the precept of killing, it is not killing to cut off karma. Killing is to save people. He wants to end the suffering of these people as soon as possible and let them return to reincarnation and reach paradise as soon as possible."

Then there was the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person... They stepped out of the crowd in twos and threes, stood firmly in front of Le Jing, and faced the elders of the sect from a distance.

They have different personalities and different paths, but they have one thing in common, that is, their young faces are so green.

But it is precisely because they are green and immature that they will not agree with the various conventional rules of adult society, and will easily be ignited with passion, heroic spirit, and fight for their beliefs.

It's just because of "the same school youth".

Hui Tong and his silent eyes swept across every young face on the opposite side. They are all geniuses in the sect, and they have been the pride of their teachers and elders. But now they are standing on the opposite side, clearly divided.

They have their innocent persistence, and we have our mature stubbornness.

This is the youth.

Reckless, childish, innocent, rebellious, naughty...

"You evil beasts!" Bai Yuan Zhenren of Linqing Sect was furious, and his beard and hair stood up in anger: "Do you also want me to clean up the sect?!"

"I don't mean to make the masters angry," Mei Lanliang bowed his hands, with apology in his eyes, but no regret, "I just... don't want to do anything that makes me regret it."

Kong Huan also whispered: "I just... can't sit back and do nothing." They obviously have the ability to save people, why don't they save them?

"Okay, okay! You guys are getting cocky, and you think I really don't dare to clean up the house, right? I will fulfill your wish now... Master Hui Tong, why are you stopping me?" Bai Yuan Zhenren looked at Hui Tong who suddenly stopped him in surprise.

"... Let them go."

"What did you say?" Bai Yuan Zhenren suspected that he didn't bring his ears when he went out.

Hui Tong sighed and smiled with relief, "I have been cultivating myself and worshipping Buddha for many years, but I don't want to be a demon monk who can't distinguish right from wrong and confuses black and white in the eyes of the people."

He waved his hand and turned away, leaving only one sentence faintly floating in the wind, "Let me see how you can make ants shake the sky."

Le Jing leaned over, "Thank you, Master."

These young people who stayed to support Le Jing and others out of indignation will not know what kind of waves they will set off in Daliang. A magnificent and wonderful era is about to begin.

It is said in history that the anger of the gods, Buddhism and Taoism go hand in hand.

The author has something to say:

Readers who follow the article should know that Le Jing's father is a policeman with a bit of a thing, but my first chapter was locked because it discredited the image of public officials. If I want to unlock it, I must change the basic settings. But if I don't change it, the article will be banned from the list. I am very headache now, and I can only bow my head and admit my defeat.

So I have to rethink Le Jing’s family background_(:з”∠)_