Chapter 970

Fang Xie glanced at the granary that had not been damaged at all on the other side of the hillside, and then looked at Yan Zeng, who stood opposite with a white face.

"It's not your fault to lead the troops to resist. It's a merit not to burn the granary, so I won't kill you. If you are willing to work in my black flag army, I'll arrange a suitable position for you. If you don't want to stay, go with you."

"Yan Li is really dead?"

Yan Zeng asked again.

"Yes"

Fang Xie nodded: "he and Mu Xianjun, Mu Guangling's only son, guarded Penglai Island with 5000 troops and horses. They were besieged by foreigners' Navy and could not break through. The sea route was cut off by foreigners' Navy, and the reinforcements of Mu house on land could not get through. They both took their soldiers for more than a month. They heard that they were all killed in the war, and no one survived."

Yan Zeng smiled bitterly: "I always thought I was more responsible and more successful than him, so I would stay away from Dongjiang. What's the significance of his death, even if I have achievements in the future? His death in such a high place can only make me look up."

He looked at Fang Xie: "the east side is fighting hard. Why do you lead troops north?"

"I've sent 100000 troops to the east to help Mu Guangling. The reason why I didn't take all the troops to the East is because of the impact of the mobilization of the black flag army. You know. If I take all the troops of the black flag army to the East, I'm afraid that the southwest where I've worked hard to stabilize will be occupied by others. Moreover, where I lead the troops to the East, those people will rest assured and boldly let me go hundreds of thousands The army? "

After Yan Zeng was silent for a while, his face suddenly changed: "do you think Dongjiang can't keep it?"

Fang Xie didn't answer, but just looked at Yan Zeng.

"I see. The Duke of the town expected that the eastern border could not be defended, so you led your troops to attack Chang'an."

"Chang'an City has no meaning to the Sui Dynasty. Even if no one has attacked it, Chang'an City has long been not the Chang'an city of the Yang family. If you can block the foreigners in the East, nature is the best. If you can't stop it, Chang'an city is the last line of defense. Once the foreigners break Chang'an, in a sense, the Han people's rivers and mountains will be lost. I can't trust others, So I want to guard Chang'an myself. "

Fang Xie said slowly.

Yan Zeng thought for a moment and said, "can you return the people and horses in Liyin city to me? I want to go back to Dongjiang."

"With 10000 people like you, you can't get to Dongjiang at all."

Fang Xie shook his head: "even if you really go back to eastern Xinjiang to fight against foreign enemies, how many people will regard you as a piece of fat on the way back? Not everyone is willing to use their strength to fight against foreign enemies. The number of onlookers may be more than those who are willing to throw their heads and shed blood."

"People from the Central Plains..."

Yan Zeng shook his head: "why can't we all have one mind at this time?"

"It's not just us."

Solution: "This is true not only for the Han people, but also for any nation in the world. Some people are willing to protect their homes and have no regrets even if they fear death. Some people think that no matter who sits on the river and mountain, it is enough for them to be obedient to the people. Not all the ordinary people are happy with the situation, and those with powerful families do not necessarily understand the great righteousness of the nation. In another position, if we invade the country of foreigners now Home, then there will be resistance and surrender. "

Yan Zeng asked, "the Duke of Zhenguo didn't let me go because he wanted me to lead troops to help you attack Chang'an?"

"My men don't lack your strength or people like you."

Fang Xie glanced at Yan Zeng: "you are a general. It's really a pity to let you go. But I can't seize my ambition. I don't mean to force you to stay. I'm naturally happy if I have one more you. If I have one less you, I won't have trouble sleeping and eating."

"OK"

After being silent for a long time, Yan Zeng nodded: "I can help the LORD go north. The guards of the three passes and sixteen cities in the north are familiar with me. If I write to persuade him to surrender, how many people will agree."

Fang Xie nodded: "if so, it is not only a great merit, but also a great merit."

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Western Regions

prairie

Dalun Temple

Kuo Ketai mengge once boarded this magnificent temple many times. When he came back and forth, monks would stand on both sides of the temple road to welcome him, some would play beautiful music, and some would sprinkle bright flowers. But this time, when he stepped into the Dalun temple, he looked a little lonely.

There is no one on either side of the road. It looks like a temple that has been abandoned for a long time.

A huge scar runs through the Dalun temple. If the Dalun temple is regarded as a huge sand sculpture, the scar is that a naughty man beat it on the sand sculpture with a wooden stick and destroyed the perfect and magnificent building. It was once an irreplaceable holy land among hundreds of millions of herdsmen on the grassland. If they can enter the Dalun temple, they will never forget it.

The war did not destroy the temple, but more or less destroyed some people's beliefs.

"I know you'll come sooner or later."

I don't know where the sound came from. It seemed to be in the far sky, and it seemed to be in my ear. When kuytemungo heard the sound, his body trembled involuntarily. At the beginning, he was ambitious to destroy the Buddha sect and make the ruling power of the golden family reach an unprecedented height. However, when the war seemed to be over, he learned some secrets, so that now he has no ambition, like a body without spirit.

"I don't know who you are, but I don't believe you are God."

Mengge paused, raised his head and looked up at the big wheel Temple: "God is ruthless, but you seem to be mocking me now. You seem to be waiting for me to appear in front of you and accept your mockery like a defeated man."

"If I am not a God, who dares to say that I am a God?"

The ethereal sound seems to come from another world without a little anger. Mengge heard this voice for the second time. The first time was the day when he thought he was going to break through Dalun temple.

"What is your understanding of God?"

Asked the voice.

"Universal"

Mungo answered.

The voice disappeared for a while, and then said with some emotion: "I am not omnipotent. After all, there are still some things I can't do in this world. You say God is omnipotent, but it's a wrong understanding. God is not omnipotent. If it is, then I won't deliberately transform the world, but it doesn't do anything."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Mungo asked.

"We want to make the development of the world in the right direction, not experience mistakes again."

"Again?"

Mongo doesn't understand.

"Yes, once again... What I have experienced is something you will never imagine. Try your best to imagine the appearance of hell. The appearance you can think of is less than one ten thousandth of the real hell. If you have seen such a hell, you won't doubt my decision."

"I have no idea what your decision is."

"You don't need to know, you just need to obey."

"What if I don't obey?"

Mengge asked very seriously.

The sound disappeared for a long time and didn't appear. At this time, the gate of the temple was pushed open with a squeak, and an old monk who looked old enough to die at any time came out slowly with a crutch. The low threshold seemed to him like a very difficult mountain to climb over.

"Come in"

The old monk took a long time to step out of the threshold. After only saying a word, he actually walked back. Then he raised his foot again and walked over the other foot after brewing for a long time.

"It's so difficult to come out and just say a word and go back. Why do you come out?"

Mungo asked.

"There are some things you can't escape."

The old monk looked back at him: "there is a threshold in front of everyone. You don't think it's necessary to cross it because you see the scenery outside the door in the door and feel that it's the same if you can't get out. The door is open, you think you can see clearly. In fact, you don't see clearly, because the door is very big."

What he said seemed to be out of line with the preface, and then he smiled: "this is what the last person told me. I always think it's bullshit..."

"Last person?"

Mengge felt more and more mysterious about Buddhism.

"Who was the last person?"

"Who was the last person?"

The old monk seemed to think carefully, and then answered naturally: "the last person is the last me, and the next person is the next me... Why are you so stupid?"

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"Do you know why I stepped over that threshold?"

The old monk asked mengge.

"I don't know. You explained for a long time, but I didn't understand."

Mungo answered.

"Just now, what I said was his answer when I asked a man. I asked why he was so eager to cross the threshold. That's what he said, and I didn't understand at that time. But I'm different from him. The reason why I crossed the threshold is because I want to know how long I can live... When I can't even cross the threshold, I guess It's not far from death. But I'm not afraid or sad... There are so many people in the world. How many people really die without desire? "

Mengge wants to say you're boring, but he's in a bad mood. He's too lazy to say more.

"One more question."

The old monk squinted at mengge and didn't seem to care about mengge's mind: "do you know why Buddhism exists?"

"Why?"

Mengge repeated, and then thought carefully: "in order to control the people?"

"Well, it's a very standard answer."

The old monk nodded: "In fact, if there were no king of the great wheel Ming Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, the Buddha sect would still appear. I heard that there was a country called Nanyan in the Central Plains. The country was all called Dali city. There was a big monk in Dali city whose name I forgot. Maybe the Buddha of the big monk is the real Buddha. The Buddha of the Buddha sect is not the real Buddha... I can't fully explain what it is."

"He asked you to come out and pick me up?"

Mengge is not interested in the topic of the old monk.

"He?"

The old monk thought, "right... Do you know who he is?"

"Can you stop asking questions and answer my questions?"

Mengge said with some impatience.

"No."

The old monk shook his head and said seriously, "I have lived for so many years. I don't understand that there are many more questions that can't find the answer than you. I may be dying of old age, so I want to know the answer more urgently than you. In short... Why should I answer you?"

Then he asked, "do you know what Buddhism is? Do you know who he is?"

"You're really confused."

Mongo shook his head and stopped talking.

"He..."

The old monk murmured softly, "it's a demon... A demon who wants to dominate the world."