In the dream, Luo Bei was suddenly awakened by something, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was sitting on a war horse, and behind him was the sound of iron hooves and flags flying fiercely.

Dusk, the sunset is red, and the smoke is billowing through.

From time to time, there were terrible wails, and the sound was painful, and I don't know how many people were caught in such struggles, but it was certain that there were more than one or two, if not thousands.

When he turned around, he saw hideous faces behind him, his eyes red as he watched what was happening in front of him, and behind him were neat queues, and the black armor on his body also glowed yellow in the setting sun.

Luo Bei subconsciously found that in the original dream, he was actually in an extremely tragic ancient battlefield.

On the faces of the soldiers behind him, he also saw fear and unbearability, he didn't know what was going on, could it be that his side had begun to retreat?

But apparently this was not the case, for there was not a trace of disorganization in the procession that stretched far away, and they had spears and halberds in their hands, but they had no intention of charging or retreating, but they were just staring at the front.

Luo Bei was a little surprised, and hurriedly looked ahead.

Then he saw a very large pit, more than two people high, and it was so big that it could fill a small city.

He tugged at the reins of the horse, took a few steps forward with his hooves, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

In the deep pit, there were countless people buried densely, and the warriors on it picked up the loess and threw it down, and most of their bodies were buried by the loess.

The moment Luo Bei looked down, he saw countless pairs of eyes also looking at him, and those eyes were full of pain or sorrow, resentment or the deepest fear, which made Luo Bei look at it as if he had sunk to the bottom of the deep pool.

Those who have old eyes, some young and some more, men and women, they seem to be staring at Luobei with puffed eyes at the moment.

Luo Bei hurriedly retracted his head, just after looking at it, his heart began to beat wildly, and then no matter what he did, he could no longer erase everything in front of him, and such a scene seemed to leave a deep imprint in his heart.

This trace tore his dreams inch by inch, making him unable to see the colors of the world.

He took a deep breath and told himself that it was all just a dream.

However, the dream is so real and profound, hundreds of thousands of people are buried in the pit, it is like a gate to hell, and the ghost who crawled out of hell does not know when he will choke him by the throat and drag him down to the depths of hell together.

The air was filled with billowing gunsmoke, and what was even drier and colder than the gunpowder smoke was the more than 100,000 soldiers who were silent behind him at the moment.

Perhaps, in the face of such a scene, no one can remain indifferent!

"I see!" An old voice suddenly appeared in Luo Bei's ears.

Luo Bei was startled and almost fell off his horse, he hurriedly looked around, but he didn't find anyone who matched the voice.

"Young man, don't look for it anymore, you are in a dream at the moment, and the old monk just wants to see the person hidden in your body......" There seemed to be a trace of regret in the old man's voice.

"Perhaps...... You can't call it human anymore...... Who the hell is he?"

Luo Bei covered his chest with one hand, trying to calm his heartbeat, but it seemed to be to no avail, he asked, "Then do you know who he is?"

The voice became somewhat silent, as if it was thinking about something.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Good, good, this scene in front of you is that person's 'famous work'......"

He sighed, with infinite compassion for all things, sighed: "A thousand years ago, there was a person, born in Yiyi, familiar with military books and good at using soldiers, hundreds of years without the right one, the battle of Yique broke the Wei and Han coalition army, cut Chu and captured Yingcheng, the battle of Changping pit killed 400,000 soldiers, so as to shock the world, won the title of Wu Anjun, the world called 'human slaughter', and the picture you see in your dream is the tragic scene when people slaughtered more than 400,000 people in Zhao State......

Bai Qi, who had made great contributions to the Qin State, ranked first among the famous generals of the Warring States, claimed to have killed millions of people in his life, and left the title of human slaughter, and in the end, he was also suspicious of King Qin Zhaoxiang because of his high merit, and committed suicide.

Luo Bei had heard this name when he heard his father comment on the affairs of the Warring States, but how could he have imagined that this character, who had passed more than a thousand years, would one day be able to connect with him.

"Young man, I know you have doubts, now I can tell you that all this is true, now that I think about it, after Bai Qi committed suicide with hatred, he turned into a wisp of resentment and pinned it on something, so he lived for a thousand years, and this thing was the pearl of killing gods that caused a sensation in the early years of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty......"

The old man's voice became a little hoarse, and even at his age, he was inevitably touched by the memories of those tragic pasts.

"I believe that you yourself should also feel something, that is, in the face of blood and anger, the strength in the body will gradually recover, and life and death on the battlefield are like the god of war, and the anger will increase greatly, and it is precisely because of the killing god bead, this is probably the reason why Yue Pengju let you come to Xuanqing Temple!"

Luo Bei couldn't believe his ears, the person Tu Baiqi actually possessed the "Killing God Bead" and entered his body, he naturally understood the meaning of the voice, if it wasn't for others to say it, he probably would never have thought that there was such a mysterious thing in this world.

And Yue Fei asked him to bring things to Xuanqing Temple to find the abbot master, thinking that it was also because of his performance on the battlefield and his strong temperament.

Luo Bei covered his chest, and couldn't help but feel a cramp in his heart.

Looking up at the real and terrible tragedy in front of them, those who have dry eyes open, I don't know if they are still alive or have long since died, they just stared at themselves forever, starting more than a thousand years ago, maybe another thousand years will not stop.

Luo Bei felt that his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he held his head with both hands, and let out a long howl, the whistling sound was earth-shattering, but it didn't alarm the people around him for half a minute.

The loess was buried in his eyes, and the crying gradually disappeared, but Luobei's pain had just begun.

In his confusion, he heard the old monk's sigh.

Luo Bei fell from his horse in a struggle, and the handsome horse neighed, while he curled up on the ground and coughed violently until he coughed up blood.

He closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't know how long, but when he opened them again, his gaze became extremely deep, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Old monk, you have lived a few more years, do you want to teach me a lesson?"

"Luobei" opened his mouth, with a loud voice, and he was no longer the appearance of the painful teenager at all.

"Amitabha, presumably you are the Wu Anjun of a thousand years ago!" the old monk said calmly even though he knew that the current Luobei was no longer the "Luobei".

"It's good to know, Benjun has seen this world for more than a thousand years, if you want to use your own strength to try to change me, or wishful thinking to change this world, then you are very wrong......"

The old monk was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke again: "The old monk has naturally lived for a few years in front of Wu Anjun, and he doesn't know the mysteries in this world, so he naturally won't try to do anything big, but the old monk has a request, and he asks Wu Anjun to agree!"

"Oh, I'd like to hear it!"

"Please also ask Wu Anjun to see the suffering of the long road ahead of the young man, let him go, and save him from the suffering of reincarnation, I don't know if it is possible?" Although the old monk's voice was calm, he still said with a sense of pleading.

"Luobei" listened and chuckled.

After seeing thousands of years, he has long been disdainful of everything in the world.

"It turns out that you also know the secret of this god-killing bead, then you should know that the reincarnation of the god-killing bead is tightly bound to the reincarnation of this world, there was me thousands of years ago, and now there will be him, if it is not for him, there will be others, don't you often say in Buddhism that you purify sentient beings?

The invisible old monk fell silent again, and he pondered for the words of "Luobei".

"There is a sky above the world, and under the sky is hundreds of millions of people, and the people have the pain of resentment and parting, and there is the avenue of heaven and earth outside the world, and reincarnation is the most basic law in this world, and it is useless to say too much, just rely on your old monk to stop anything, just keep your own Dharma!" "Luobei" talked eloquently for a while, and the old monk had nothing to answer for a while.

"There are calamities in the world, only then can there be a Buddha, Buddhism is the life of the people, but also to save oneself and others, even if Wu Anjun said that there is a reincarnation outside the world can not be transferred by manpower, but seeing a young man who has just been involved in the world has become a person who brings calamity to the world, the old monk can not sit idly by and be indifferent, this is against the original intention of Buddhism......"

"I know that I have lived in the world for one hundred and two years and three months, and I have been sitting in meditation for eighty-three years, and I still dare not say that I have solved a few supreme wonderful methods, and the great realm of Zen cultivation is even more unattainable, but I will never pity this old life and watch a young man fall into the boundless hell, and the pain is not only for himself, but also for all the people in the world!"

"So...... Even if he fights for this old life, the old monk has to give it a try......" Every sentence of the master is almost categorical, and there is no wavering.

"Luobei" heard it and burst into laughter.

"Ye Beidi, who was crowned for thousands of years, had peerless martial arts, but what happened in the end? It wasn't that he sank in fate, if he didn't still have a trace of struggle in his heart and didn't want to compromise, he wouldn't have ended up in such a field, but even so, what could he do? The calamity did not end because of this, and if he died, someone else would inherit this god-killing pearl!"

"Amitabha, the old monk had heard the story of killing the god Ye Beidi when he was young, and he didn't expect him to be the inheritor of the killing god bead, hey, ......" The words turned into a long sigh at the end.

"Three thousand rivers and lakes will eventually become a cup of tea"

"Talking and laughing on stormy nights, forming flowers on the other side"

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