Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

The monk forcibly closed the cracks under his feet with great magic power. Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "Buddhism governs the mind and does not fake external things."

There was a smile on his face: "Besides, beating, killing, and killing are really not the actions of monks..."

That's so damn nice!

Master Liangyi murmured in his heart, his eyes were purple and misty, and matched with those pure and peaceful Buddha eyes, the spiritual power of the two began to fight fiercely in the void.

The divine sky and thunder method, the supernatural method of restraining the gods and transforming the gods, coupled with the top pupil technique in the Taoist sect, in terms of the subtle and mysterious methods, there is no one in the whole world that can compare with him.

However, Buddhist practice attaches great importance to cultivating the mind. Whether it is the way of magic or the way of righteousness, there are very few spiritual mysteries that can affect the bodhicitta of an eminent monk.

"Hundred hearts are as one, as if not moving!"

The air in the area where the two of them made eye contact gradually heated up, the temperature getting higher and higher, and the high temperature scorched the space.

The water vapor rising from the ground gradually turned purple.

Pure and noble purple.

Araya Zongren sighed, the string of rosary beads in her hand crackled, as if they were rubbing together to generate heat, and the temperature became higher and higher. After a few breaths, the rosary beads made of ordinary peach wood spontaneously ignited without fire.

A brilliant yellow flame rose from his hand, burning up the string of Buddhist beads, but was extinguished in the palm of his hand in an instant.

"The evil purple seizes the vermilion..."

The Taoist took a step back and rubbed his eyes unhappily. Speaking of spiritual power, even if he had two thick golden beeps—opening the hook, he could not beat this pure mind power that he had practiced for two hundred years.

This is a problem with the background, and there is not much way to make up for it.

Immortal Liangyi's eyes turned cold: "Vulture! Are you really going to fight me to the death?"

Monk Zong Lian lowered her eyebrows and did not answer.

"If you continue to entangle like this, do you believe that I will slaughter Fuyuki City right now?"

Hearing this, the eminent monk of Tiantai Sect sighed softly: "Brother Dao is merciful, why bother to deceive me?"

"Who is bullying whom?"

Taoist Liangyi refrained from opening the fan in his hand: "You cultivate your Buddha, and I follow mine. Why are you so entangled?"

The monk was silent, he just had a feeling in his heart that this Taoist god should be the key to unraveling the crisis of the end of Dharma, but there is no evidence.

There must be a reason for fighting. It cannot be said that you can fight on a whim. There is no such saying.

Going ahead and doing it was too direct and came across as rude.

So in order not to be so rude, the handsome monk searched for a long time, and managed to find a reason: "The poor monk wants to see how the Taoist brother usually practices, and they all say that the stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade..."

"That's not a good excuse."

Prince Wangsun, who was still independent under the moon, waved his sleeves impatiently: "How can you, a monk, still have a habit of spying on people's privacy? Do you want to learn from it when I play games with my wife?"

"Amitabha! The Tiantai sect is very close to Tibetan secrets, and I know a little bit about the dual cultivation method. I can give you some pointers..."

"roll!"

Araya Zonglian was still very popular, but the words she said were unbearable: "Besides, as far as I know, Brother Dao...seems like he hasn't married yet."

"The wedding between Xiaodao and sister-in-law will be in the year after next, and the great monk will be invited to have a drink at that time..."

What this person said was even more shameless, the eminent monk's eyebrows trembled for a while, and it took a long time to chant the Buddha's name.

"The poor monk lost..."

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"Do you believe in it?"

On the Throne of Heroes, the Creator, who can come and go as he pleases, stares at the French saint in front of him with a strange expression on his face.

...It's a bit unreliable, I said.

It took me a long time to let this guy understand the meaning of faith, and Miss Joan, who seemed to be naturally dumbfounded, laughed...

The man was speechless: "So how do you view God?"

"Oh, God……"

The Holy Maiden scratched her face, seemingly distressed: "I don't know very well, those people did teach me some things back then, I still remember... what kind of master, appointment, etc., but I don't know what it means ?”

The man's face became more and more ugly. It's not scary to play the piano to a cow. What's scary is that a group of cows play the piano to you.

"Of course!"

The girl suddenly laughed foolishly: "It's quite emotional to call these slogans during the war... Huhu——Lord, entrust this to me..."

This guy seemed to have become a bit talkative because of being bored and lonely for too long, and now he clenched his fists, shamelessly chanting the slogan she most often chanted during her lifetime.

Although, this illiterate probably doesn't know the meaning of this sentence...

Illiterate... That's right, that's why Joan of Arc is indeed an old maid for hundreds of years.

"I'm more curious."

The Creator waved his hands and created a small bench in front of her. Sitting down, the man and woman felt like rural youths chatting about family matters...

The premise is to ignore what they say.

"Since you are not a devout Catholic, how did you lead France to liberate from the Orleans war?"

Tianran frowned and tugged at his braids. It took him a long time to figure out what Orleans was, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I... I seem to have a special ability to predict the future."

The Creator let out a sound of disbelief.

As a result, the innocent and pure girl was a little angry, and she pursed her lips: "Really! I can really see the future! Although it's just a little..."

The Creator didn't know what expression to use, so he just smiled: "That's amazing."

"...It feels so perfunctory."

Miss Joan, who has changed from a ruler to a talker, began to pout again: "Because I can see the future, it is very advantageous to fight a war, so we won..."

What he saw in his eyes was a kind of warm radiance of perfection, which was different from Esther's innocence. Even if this girl experienced more pain and suffering in the world, she would still be so persevering, pure and kind. .

Suddenly thought of Madoka...

I generally understood something in my heart, nodded, and still hesitated: "Then, why didn't you see that you would be burned to death as a witch?"

The little girl was surprised: "I was burned to death? No... I remember someone told me to go back, and then I appeared here."

The man's eyes suddenly concentrated, he looked at the confused girl seriously, and took a breath: "I'll fuck your sister, the body is sanctified..."

He suddenly looked at the flag that had been stuck on the wall...

....................................

Is this really that bad? (meditation)

I remember an old saying that to carry forward Chinese traditional culture, start with a scholar...

Chapter 78 Chapter 75 Nero...I'm sorry brother

"More than [-] years ago, Taishang Dao's ancestral home was a creation. He only carried an ancient banner, drove an old green ox, and went west out of Hanguan. He wrote three thousand virtues in the sky full of purple air. audio."

"Not long after, Siddhartha, the king of Kapilavatthu in ancient India, abandoned his throne and became a monk to practice. He met a young man riding a bull under the bodhi tree. The two talked for three days and three nights. Seed wisdom, and attain unsurpassed Bodhi."

"Shortly after the death of the saint Jesus, demons danced wildly in the Mediterranean Sea, and countless grievances of European victims coiled in the sea, which once became the most troublesome thing for the Roman Empire. In short, the sound of the zither is continuous, suppressing all ghosts..."

"Nero got a prescription from the gods and men in the sea. He thought it was the panacea of ​​the gods. From then on, it planted the root cause of the widespread lead poisoning in the Roman Empire five hundred years later, which led to the destruction of the country."

"Five hundred years later, Rome, which had dominated Europe for centuries, fell apart and fell into decline. Britain, which had been oppressed by the Roman Empire for a long time, began to rise under the leadership of King Arthur who drew the sword in the stone..."

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was reading in his spare time in Einzbern, found some strange things in the vast sea of ​​classics.

A little bit of clues hidden in history, if they are connected together, he will be terrified and amazed to see it.

"The Romans were proud of their excellent water supply system, and they usually used lead pipes to transport drinking water. The Romans liked to drink from lead cups, cook in lead pots, and even use lead oxide instead of sugar to make drinks... Chronic poisoning Poisoning an empire for hundreds of years, eating a large amount of lead has another bad result, which is loss of fertility...so the Romans are likely to die and cause the collapse of the empire because of drinking wine and water containing lead."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Taoist ancestor, Taoist ancestor, you are really vicious, the most ruthless person in ancient and modern times, this is a desperate plan, what kind of enmity do the Romans have against you?"

"Using a pill recipe to lure the upper echelons of the empire to pursue the medicine of longevity. In the process, maybe—no, no, definitely, those crappy pharmacists or alchemists discovered that lead is really a good thing... "

Emiya Kiritsugu's face was subtle: "This method of hanging antelope's horns can't be traced. It's really in line with the Taoist style, but I don't know if those two restraining forces have intervened in this process?"

He picked up an old book, which recorded some unofficial history of the legendary King Arthur.

"Under the setting sun, the young Arthur was practicing his sword by the lake, and a young man rode a bull to the east..."

"Under the guidance and education of Master Merlin, little Arthur grew up rapidly..."

Kiritsugu got a headache from reading it, threw away the book, and rubbed his forehead: "Taozu, you are really enough, don't tell me that the purpose of destroying the Roman Empire is to help King Arthur five hundred years later... You are so f*cking if you treat one another so favorably. What's the state of mind?"

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On the Throne of Heroes, in the European garden embodied by Joan of Arc.

The Creator looked at the black flag on the wall with an unfathomable expression.

He now had a little idea of ​​how this so-called Catholic saint came about.

Faith comes from the hearts of human beings, but it needs an object. This object can be gods and Buddhas, Jesus, or other things, or even yourself. From one point to another, this is the so-called faith.

But this girl—her situation is a little bit special.

Although she looks clumsy, she has a strong will, which means that her faith is also very firm, but the problem is that this country girl does not have any belief in God. She is not so much a believer in God as she is another God. .

Adhere to one's own principles and go on steadfastly. This is the path for a man of lofty ideals to become a saint. This is what Jesus walked in the past, and she also walked in the same way.

And, for some reason, her reasoning is similar to that of the Catholic saint Jesus...

So what she believes in is her own views on everything in the world, and the rules she made for herself. Therefore, although she doesn't believe in Jesus, and she doesn't even know what faith is, she can indeed be regarded as a Catholic saint.

On the low earthen wall, a black flag fluttered in the wind, with no visible texture, just a deep and deep place.

Joan followed his gaze and smiled nonchalantly: "This is my battle flag, what are you looking at? Is it beautiful?"

The creator bowed his head slightly: "Does your flag have a name?"

The girl bit her fingernails: "I remember it was called the Flag of Lorraine...my mother sewed it for me before I went to the battlefield."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but think of her mother who had passed away for a long time. Joan of Arc sighed and suddenly became sad.