Nian Geng was stunned for a moment and nodded: "This is also true." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe ancestors have already established the Dao Fruit, and it is difficult to change it. Even if you know that there is something wrong with your Dao Fruit, it is difficult to change it. If the ancestor is allowed to see the energy particle theory, the consequences are really unpredictable......"

When a monk in the metaphysical realm is in the ninth order, he has to condense the avenue of his lifelong cultivation into a Dao fruit, and then with this Dao fruit, he will survive the catastrophe of flying immortals and successfully ascend to immortals.

In such a situation, Dao Guo can only make minor improvements, and it is difficult to make fundamental changes.

If you want to change it reluctantly, there is a high chance that you will go crazy and blow yourself up completely. Only a very small number of them may succeed in re-condensing a better and more perfect Dao fruit.

Not to mention changing the Dao Fruit, even if you deeply think about the theory that conflicts with your own Dao Fruit, it will have a strong impact, and one step of caution will also end up in a mad way.

If the ancestor of the Dao Cliff was allowed to see the theory of energy particles, it would really be a blessing and a curse, and the possibility of a disaster would be even greater.

This asked the old ancestor of the Daoya to suppress the luck of the Quanzhen Dao, and the old ancestor of the Heavenly Master Hall suppressed the luck of the Zhengyi, and at the same time he was also an ancestor of the Zhang family of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, as for the other ancestors, it is said that there is one in the Buddhist sect, and there is also one in the cultivation path of Mr. Feng Shui and Qigong masters.

In fact, the previous cultivation paths in the metaphysical world were not only in the four categories of Taoist true cultivation, Buddhist monks, feng shui masters, and qigong masters. It's just that at the moment, only these four categories have the luck of the ancestors' suppression, which has become the mainstream, and the other routes are almost lost.

This ancestor's problem will never be solved!

Even if Nian Geng hated Yang Chen and thought that Yang Chen was the big devil in the metaphysical world, they didn't dare to rashly alarm the old ancestor of Dao Daoya, so as not to cause chaos.

"Hateful ......" Thinking about Nian Geng, he felt restrained and very unhappy, and his hatred for Yang Chen was even more serious.

He was in a bad mood for a while, and he didn't say much to He Jinqiu, and quietly disappeared into the night after giving a few orders.

Only He Jinqiu was left on the mountain, his face was cloudy:

"This kind ......of thing, if people know about it, it will be the public enemy of the whole metaphysical world, and everyone will shout and fight!

Looking at the mountain gate not far away, the lights are like stars, illuminating the night sky, and it is as bright as before within a radius of several miles.

But in front of He Jinqiu's eyes, there were countless people who came here to burn and loot, the mountain gate was trampled on, the disciples were slaughtered, the heavenly and earthly treasures accumulated over the years were plundered, the carefully cultivated spiritual vegetation was trampled into the soil, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was burned, and the Patriarch Pagoda was knocked down......

No!

He shook his head fiercely, and suddenly came to his senses: "The matter has come to this point, if you don't do it, you have to do it! Otherwise, one day, such a scene will inevitably befall my Dragon Sect!"

In today's society, the metaphysical community is gradually integrated into the secular society, and is more inclined to all kinds of cooperation rather than fighting, killing, but that does not mean that there is no fighting, killing. Even when it was the destruction of the door, there were two incidents during He Jinqiu's tenure as the head of the house.

Although those sects are all small sects, there is also one sect that was once glorious in ancient times, but when they declined, they still had no power to fight back in the face of strong enemies and those greedy tigers and wolves, and could only be plundered by people and the resources accumulated over the years, and completely disappeared from this world.

Once the Longmen Sect declines, who knows if such a scene will happen to the Longmen Sect?

He has no choice!

He Jinqiu's face showed a resolute look, and he resolutely made a decision and strode towards the mountain gate. back, but it turned out to be so firm......

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And in about the same time, latitude 27°28′26", longitude 85°25′37".

This is the poorest state in India, Bihar, located in the middle and lower reaches of the Ganges River basin, bordered by the Himalayas to the north.

This is a small border village, and at night, from the territory of northern Nepal, a dark shadow has quietly infiltrated this small village without the Indian border troops being completely aware.

Bordering the Buddhist country of Nepal to the north, this small village is also deeply influenced by the Buddhist faith, but what they really believe in is Hinduism. In Hinduism, the Buddha Shakyamuni is the ninth incarnation of Vishnu (one of the three main gods of Hinduism), and although Buddhism does not recognize it, this does not prevent Hindu believers from worshipping him as well.

At night, it was supposed to be the first day of the lights, but there were only a few sporadic lights in this small village, and it was clearly not electric light—electricity was scarce in a state of 100 million people, nay, to be exact, about 10 million people, and 90 million untouchables or talking cattle. Where can a small village afford electric lighting?

This is just a microcosm of India, a country that claims to be the most populous and dominant, and it is also the most obvious symbol.

The village is a collection of dilapidated houses, almost a collection of dilapidated houses, with only a few houses that are relatively good, and it is from there that the only lights of the village come from.

There is one exception in the village, however, a Hindu temple.

The temple has a long history, at least a thousand years old. The inhabitants have changed over the millennia of history, but the temple still exists and has maintained its resplendent beauty. For thousands of years, almost all the wealth of the inhabitants has been concentrated in this temple, which is one of the reasons why the temple has been able to maintain its status to this day.

The roar of diesel generators can be heard in this temple, and only here has the light of electric lights.

The generator was donated by the only high-caste landowner in the village - as for the low-caste untouchables, regardless of whether they had the ability to donate or not, they were not even eligible to donate to the temple, and even if they set foot on the temple land, it would be a blasphemy and their feet would be cut off.

It is a pity that the brilliance of modern civilization has not shone here, and its poverty, backwardness, ignorance and superstition have been the same for thousands of years, just like the majority of ordinary people in India - of course, they are low-caste untouchables, and the high-caste people have long been integrated into modern civilization, and can even obtain a higher status in modern civilization by virtue of their own ability, and when they look back at their former compatriots, I am afraid it is difficult to think of them as their own kind.

Just as the Indian high-caste writer, in expressing her magnanimity and benevolence, went so far as to allow the lower-caste maid in her family to kneel down and watch it together while she was watching a soap opera, if she was done with her work, this proves that the caste mentality in this country is so ingrained that it is almost impossible to change.

But now, in this temple, where low-caste untouchables are not allowed to set foot in the temple, there is a pariah who is secretly kneeling under the statue of Vishnu and praying sincerely.

His name was Ganash, and he was a pariah in the village, belonging to the lowest Shudra. However, he fell in love with Naya, who was born into the third caste, Vaishyas (the first Brahmin, the second Kshatriya).

It was a gentle and beautiful girl, she was the only one in the village who did not dislike the low-caste untouchables, took care of them a lot, and became the dream goddess of almost all low-caste young people. And of all, she has the most different opinion of Ganash. The day before yesterday, she shyly confessed her love to Ganash.

However, the Kshatriya lord and landowner of the village, Benzava, took a fancy to her, and her parents were eager for their daughter to marry the lord of the upper caste, even though the fat and ugly man was in his sixties and had more than ten wives and concubines.

When Benzawa learned of Naya's confession to Gannash, he became furious and hung Ganash and whipped him, intending to burn him alive as punishment for offending the untouchable high castes.

Ganash's friends risked their lives to save him, but those friends were wounded and killed by Benzava's dogs, and Gannash, who escaped by luck, will never see Naya again, because she was robbed into his house by Lord Benzava, a village that is second only to the fortress of the temple.

Ganash was on the verge of madness, his parents were killed, his friends were killed, he was captured, and his lover was robbed, which made him lose almost all his desire to live.

He couldn't find a place to do justice, the people of the government and the lord were almost wearing a pair of pants, as a pariah, he should have been in peace with his miserable fate, looking forward to the creation of the next life, how could there be any resistance?

This kind of life, even Gannash, a pariah who is optimistic by nature and keeps to himself, is desperate.

He plans to make the final death level against the old man's fortress tomorrow, and it's a big deal to die there. As long as he could see Naya for the last time.

So, before he acted, he sneaked into the temple and prayed to the omnipotent Lord Vishnu - he didn't pray that he would avenge his blood hatred, he only prayed that he would see Naya again.

Even if it's one side!

O Lord Vishnu, I beg you to be merciful!

Ganash prayed sincerely, but he didn't notice that behind him, in the dim shadow of the light, a slave of the temple was quietly approaching with a sinister smile on his face, holding a wooden stick.

If you can catch this untouchable who offended Lord Benzawa and make him angry, he will definitely be able to reward himself with something, right? It would be great if he could drink the brown sparkling water that he drank last time. I heard that this kind of water, called "Kakakalau", is the patent of the high-caste lord, and it tastes so good, and when you drink it, it seems that you have inherited the high-caste lord......

But at this moment, a dark shadow swept over his head and fell straight above Ganash's head, and a voice came: "Haha, what a stupid and lowly little bug of the earth." It is a blasphemy for these little insects to survive on such a beautiful planet!Come, let the great saints give you the power to destroy these lowly little bugs who desecrate the holy land......"

The next moment, Ganash turned his head, and his eyes were filled with blood-colored flames.

What kind of terrible devil is this, O Lord Shiva?

Before the cry in the slave's head could be uttered, Ganash swooped down like lightning, his skinny lowly claws thrust into his chest, and then darkness turned before his eyes......