An overwhelming snowfall forced the army to halt its advance.

The snowfields are desolate, except for the snow and snow.

The army spreads out.

The front army is mainly composed of light troops, composed of the elite of the whole army, mainly responsible for reconnaissance, assault, and exploring the way for a large army, if it encounters a small group of enemies, it will be eaten, when it encounters a large group of enemies, it will wait for the Chinese army, and if it encounters an impassable road, it will open the way.

The rear army was responsible for the grain routes and logistics of the army, cutting off the rear of the army and preventing the enemy from attacking and harassing the Chinese army.

Of course, the reason why he had to maintain the grain route after entering the snow field was to fight steadily and test whether Yuan Futong would divide his troops.

If the enemy dodges and does not fight, the entire army will pounce on Beihai City, and then flank Chongcheng from the flank and rear.

The Chinese army, where Baiyao is located, is the main force of this army, and it has only one function, that is, a decisive battle.

At this moment, in a tent in the camp of the Chinese army.

Dry wood crackled, and the beating flames drove away the cold wind that seeped in from the outside.

The man had curly brownish-red hair, naked and tied to a stool, covered in blood.

Evil came with a somewhat blunt knife, controlled his strength, and cut the bulge on the man's chest back and forth with a knife.

The intense and constant pain made the man's muscles tense all over, his pupils were bloodshot, and he stared at the evil man, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, the evil came out of anger, and with a strong hand holding the blunt knife, he tore off the bulge on the man's chest and a whole piece of bloody skin!

The man was tortured to the point that his whole body spasmed, cold sweat and blood flowed down his forehead, and half of his chest was blurred with blood.

But even so, he didn't faint, his throat was muffled, and he actually spat bloodshot on the evil face.

Evil comes and rages to the crown.

"What the do you say!"

With that, he spilled a bowl of salt water on the man's chest.

This time, the man stiffened with pain and his face was distorted.

Still not giving in.

Just as Evil Lai was about to chop off his fingers, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"No need to judge."

After eating, Bai Yao wiped his mouth with a silk scarf, looked at the man calmly, and said to evil:

"This kind of person doesn't care about physical pain."

With that, he nodded at the cultivator who had been standing in the corner.

The cultivator bowed his head respectfully, pinched a spell, and a green light shot towards the man.

I saw that the man's originally scarred body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, he was only half breathing and returned to normal.

As with every recovery, he tugged hard at the chains that bound his hands and feet, and stared at Bai Yao through gritted teeth, his killing intent chilling.

Bai Yao's face was unwavering, but he was tired of the long and fruitless interrogation.

"Only the power of faith can make a person's will as hard as iron."

For example, if he told the royal family that if he built an altar with the heads of his relatives and then committed suicide on the altar on the night of the full moon, he would enter the kingdom of the gods and be with his ancestors.

Then for three days at most, Di Xin would never worry about anyone opposing him.

Members of the royal family who were born while Baiyao was asleep may be hesitant, but those who are older will be completely obedient to the will of the ancestral temple.

Successive Dazhu brainwashed the royal family for 600 years.

The man's faith is very firm, but Bai Yao found that he didn't choose to use his mouth to justify himself?

Isn't there a doctrine to guide the wicked to put down the butcher's knife and cut off the evil and cultivate the good?

He looked at the man, completely ignoring the killing intent that came to his face, and asked lightly:

"What is your faith?"

The man sneered.

Maybe it's the language barrier, maybe the man is mute.

Bai Yao didn't care, he already had the answer in his heart, and he just wanted to confirm it by torturing the man.

"You're from the Westlands, aren't you?"

His voice rang out in the tent.

The atmosphere was quiet, except for the crisp sound of burning wood and the wind howling outside the tent.

The man gave up his disguise, closed his eyes, and never showed his fangs again.

Seeing this, Bai Yao smiled to himself:

"Although I don't deal with your saints, it doesn't prevent me from being curious about the current teachings of the Western Sect."

He picked up the teacup and walked over to the man, took a sip, and said softly:

"It is to pay attention to life without self, everything follows fate, and cannot be forced. Or may all beings be equal, and all Dharma will have the Four Noble Truths at their core? ”

The man's face was flat, as if he had not heard anything.

Baiyao continued:

"I once met a group of ascetics who believed that the suffering in the world was limited, and that as long as they took the initiative to bear a little, others would suffer less, so they would regularly go down the mountain every year to walk the ascetic world, begging for food and not touching money."

He handed the tea bowl to the evil man and asked:

"Do you think asceticism can lead to merit?"

"If you could, would you be willing to endure hardships for all sentient beings?"

Bai Yao smiled and sarcastically said:

"You should have crossed the sea of suffering, instead of crossing the state to come here and kill me."

"Could it be that by killing me, you can fulfill the great wish in your heart?"

"Do you know how many innocent people will be buried if I die in the North Sea?"

"Do they deserve to suffer forever?"

"What the hell are you fighting for?"

The man finally opened his eyes, and although there was a blank flash in his eyes, he immediately pretended to be firm, and said intermittently in a very lame business language:

"Demons...... You are the one who causes suffering...... Prevent sentient beings from entering Elysium......"

"You can talk!"

Evil came to be surprised, and he tried his best to pry his mouth open, and Da Zhu actually succeeded in just a few words?!

"I see."

Bai Yao smiled, calmly untied the man's shackles, and then let everyone leave.

"Great wishes?"

Evil Lai was about to speak, but was interrupted by Bai Yao's wave of his hand, and had to leave with the cultivator.

There were only two people left in the tent.

Bai Yao sighed slightly:

"It turns out that at this time there is such a thing as Elysium in your teachings."

In the man's gloomy gaze, he took out the long knife hanging on the tent beside him, threw it in front of the man, and said lightly:

"I can tell you for sure, kill me, the world will suffer unprecedented suffering, the royal family will abandon everything to avenge me, you are the culprit, but killing you alone how to appease their anger? They can't go to other provinces, they can only poison the world and create heinous murder. ”

"Pick up the knife, whether it will cause more suffering, or stop it all in advance, in your thoughts."

The man was amazed at Bai Yao's move to release himself.

I was reminded of the series of questions I had just heard.

Since he was a child, he has been taught to suffer in this life and be happy in the next.

That's what parents say, and so do enlightened people.

If suffering is infinite...... There is no bliss.

It's been a long time.

He picked up the knife tremblingly, and the reflective blade was like a mirror, reflecting a pair of confused eyes.

"Human suffering...... Is it limited? ”

Bai Yao chuckled:

"I don't know, I don't care, if you want to know, you can kill me and try, I promise not to resist."

The man opened his mouth slightly, looked at the white medicine, and then looked at the knife in his hand.

Under Bai Yao's wordless gaze, the man held the long knife behind his back and aimed the tip of the knife at his heart.

"I ...... I can't bet on ...... Misery cannot be increased! ”

The man let out a beastly wail, his eyes closed and tears flowed, and he stabbed his heart with a knife!

"Bell—"

The sound of gold and stone clashing sounded.

The long knife was smashed by Bai Yao's fist.

He had already refined and refined his qi to perfection, and was about to fill the first hole in his body, and his body was harder than refined iron.

"Evil comes."

Bai Yao said softly.

The two-meter-tall evil came in at once, and saluted:

"The end will be."

"Tie him up, and you don't have to torture him."

The distracted man was re-tied to his limbs.

But this time, he didn't put up any resistance.