Bendu only believes in the Immortal Heaven and does not believe in any gods of the Central Plains at all. The elder brother's help, which was passed back by the sentinel, built a high altar on the north bank of the river to pretend to be a ghost, and Bendu expressed his scorn from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Liang is a native of Qin and a native of the Central Plains, so he is suspicious of ghosts and ghosts, and constantly persuades Bendu: "It's better to believe in ghosts and gods, because that Zhao Xing is a descendant of the first saint, and it is inevitable that he will be protected by his ancestors, so let's be careful." ”

Bendu smiled and said, "My honored guests, we, the Prairie people, only worship the Immortal Heaven. However, you Central Plains people believe everything. The gods of the sun and the moon, the gods of mountains and rivers, including the prince of Zhao and the latrine, you all have gods. Don't you feel that there is no oneness in your faith? It's not good, it's very confusing. If you can't unify your thoughts, you can't be like us steppe peoples, as long as I tell them what Immortal Heaven wants us to do, they will follow me wholeheartedly. Therefore, we steppe people rarely have internal fighting, but your vassal states in the Central Plains have been fighting for hundreds of years for various reasons, and I really feel sorry for you. ”

As a result, Qin Liang smiled freely: "This can only show that Da Shan Yu does not really understand our Central Plains, and our rule is to respect ghosts and gods and stay away." To put it bluntly, it is better to be respectful than offended. And what we really believe, and the only faith we believe, is our ancestors. The reason why we have to sacrifice our ancestors every year, and the king of Zhou sacrifices his ancestors every year, is to hope to truly bless our ancestors, give us tips, and give us a wake-up call. ”

Then he pointed to the altar that was already in sight: "If that Zhao Xing is there praying for the blessing of other gods, of course I think he is pretending to be a ghost." However, this Zhao Xing's ancestor is one of the three emperors and five emperors that we worship and believe in the most in the Central Plains, which makes me have to worry. So, I still ask you to slow down and be on your guard. ”

"My report, just yesterday, the boats they had retreated to the south of the Yellow River suddenly burned down. My men rejoiced in this, believing that this was the help of the Immortal Heaven, so that we could achieve our goal in this battle, end this damned civil strife, and truly enjoy peace. Then he leaned over and put his mouth to the ear of this distinguished guest: "Actually, I won't tell you anything, I don't even believe in immortality." I believe more that there are people within the puppet king who are dissatisfied with his heart for me and have done this for me. Then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "You Central Plains people have a saying, it is called the righteous and the unrighteous are helped, and this time I really feel it." ”

When Qin Liang got the news at that time, he didn't believe that it was Changshengtian who sent out divine power, so he also accepted this judgment.

However, in any case, the ancestral theory that penetrated into the bone marrow still made Qin Liang feel uneasy. So he found an excuse and began to walk towards the back of the formation. This is not to avoid the war, because this war has nothing to do with him at all, as long as he provokes a fight and reduces the threat of the alliance to Great Qin, the goal will be achieved. The problem of fighting, that's his own, and I have something to do with a Qin person?

When he walked behind the formation, Qin Liang felt that the waist-length grass was really annoying. But at the same time, he was even more pleased with this, and sighed to the retainers who came with him: "The abundance of grass and trees in the grassland has created this nation, and I hope that after this turmoil is over, the grass and trees on the grassland will never be so abundant again." ”

The retainers beside him smiled and said: "I understand the mood of the Lord, no matter how sincere this alliance is, in fact, we will always have a battle with the grassland." I really want to light a fire now and burn this rich grassland clean for us to relieve future troubles. ”

"Yes, a big fire can solve the problem, but this fire can't burn now." Then he paused and woke up suddenly: "What? A fire, broken, broken. ”

The retainer was quite smart, and he was also shocked at the time, but in the blink of an eye, he smiled faintly: "Lord, don't worry about the enemy's fire attack, it's autumn, and the strong north wind is blowing south, if the enemy dares to light a fire, then they will kill themselves." ”

Qin Liang thought for a moment: "What you said is also right, not only is the wind direction unfavorable. The most important thing is that there should be no such crazy people in this world. ”

As a result, the two of them were talking, and suddenly they felt the north wind stop. And just when they were inexplicable, why did the north wind stop, Qin Liang's belt that cut the cloud crown suddenly flew again, but it was no longer to the south, but to the north, and it became more and more violent, blowing Qin Liang's robe, which simply made him unable to stand on his feet.

Qin Liang and his retainers glanced outward, their eyes full of deathly despair.

King Linhu put his 50,000 horses every two zhang, and in this way, it was extended to almost cover the north bank of the Jiuqu Yellow River. When he saw the overwhelming array of rebels, his own people, and his own brothers, he raised the torch in his hand.

The pale Bendu stopped, and when he saw the torch in his brother's hand, facing the howling southeast wind, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and muttered, "Is power so important?" Could it be that these millions of fellow citizens are so insignificant in the face of power? ”

King Lin Hu held his torch high, raised his hands, and made a final confession to the Immortal Heaven: "Immortal Heaven, please forgive me for my cruelty, I am not for my own rights and desires, but for the long-term development of our people. Because, if we don't reform, we will never be able to defeat the Central Plains, and we will always be forced to be in the bitter cold land, and we will not be able to enter your flowers. This time, let our nation be reborn like a phoenix. Please let me bear all the blame alone. Then, with tears in his eyes, he slowly lowered the torch in his hand and lit the waist-deep dry grass in front of him.

King Lin Hu's explanation of Changshengtian was actually looking for reasons and excuses for himself, he knew that his defense was so pale and weak, so self-deceiving. But things still came to this point, and he had to grit his teeth and go on.

Power, the most able to lose oneself.

A withered yellow blade of grass was ignited, and a small spark was stringed, and then, like an elf, the spark quickly devoured the blade of grass, growing himself, and then he soared and jumped to a thicker grass in the distance, where he feasted.

As he grows, a little cute spark quickly turns into a devil because of greed. It wantonly devoured all the licorice around him, continued to grow itself, and eventually merged with the burning brothers around him into a sea of fire, and would form a fierce beast. They raised their bodies, twisted, roared, roared, and roared wildly, whistling north with the strong southeast wind, devouring all the grass and trees in front of him, all the men and horses, all the cattle and sheep, and rolling up one fire tornado after another, the height of the Lord God and the earth.

Because of this raging fire, King Lin Hu dropped the torch in his hand in despair, and together with his 50,000 soldiers, he fell to his knees in the scorching ashes, wailing and crying.

But this kind of howling cry in Zhao Xin's eyes was nothing more than crocodile tears.