Chapter 997： Battle of Lancang River, I ca n’t help it

Ye Tianren is leading Tian Qingzong and Long Qunhao to tour the Lancang River, laughing:

"What faith enshrines their orthodoxy, and will be blessed in the future. After death, the soul enters the kingdom of heaven and the west. Have you seen a soul rise to the kingdom of heaven and the west for thousands of years?"

"In the afterlife, nothingness. It is a cowardly act to put happiness on the grace of the gods and Buddhas! Happiness, you have to fight for yourself! Resources still rob yourself!"

"The small star world wants to plunder the earth, do you think the kingdom of heaven and the west will be soft?"

"I used to follow Master to reach the world of stars, and the sky is full of gods and gods, and they still hit them. The teacher is now the master of the stars, and the resources are endlessly used, even breaking through several levels!"

Huo Qingtian, Zhao Yuankun, Wei Feilong, Ye Zhantian and others were all excited.

Cao Yong even cheered, and her beautiful eyes bloomed, saying, "Did Jiang Xianshi really do it? Too great!"

"The teacher said that the earth is the homeland of many dimensional worlds, those so-called immortals, and one of our ancestors!"

Ye Tianren smiled proudly, and hummed angrily:

"They took the aura from the ancient earth and wouldn't return it, but they have absolutely no right to touch the earth!"

"Hum, those Brahmins and the Holy See, who consider themselves high, do not produce, and are high above them, but in history, the gods and Buddhas have suffered disasters. Why have they stopped?"

Ye Tianren's face was sarcastic, sneer:

"They think that it is reasonable for human beings on the planet to be killed and starved to death. Because human beings are guilty. They will only knelt down, burn incense and worship, and repent and praise!"

"But why are human beings guilty? Isn't greedy the West and the Kingdom of Heaven? Are the Holy See and Brahmin **** clean? In order to maintain the patriarchal power and plunder the interests, they are as murderous as possible!"

Speaking, suddenly.

In the dense forest, an old man in red came out, with high nose and deep eyes, silver hair, and slightly bald head.

His holy light was permeating, holding a scepter, and smiling: "His Heavenly Man said well, but if the gods fall, like the floods of prehistoric times, like the plagues and locusts of Egypt, can you resist them?"

"Pope, Pope, First Bishop of the Holy See, Saint Roland!"

Behind Ye Tianren, many powerful men exclaimed.

"Why resist?"

Ye Tianren was furious, shook his sleeves, and hummed coldly:

"Whoever descends on us will kill anyone! Heaven falls, and the kingdom of heaven is killed, and the west soil is hard, then the west soil is broken! Isn't it just the gods and Buddhas? It's just the lift!"

St. Roland laughed without a word, his eyes mocked, like Ye Tianren was foolish.

Behind him, a linen tuto came slowly.

The old man, goosebumps, was lean and aging, wearing a sheet-like sackcloth, exposing rib-like ribs, like a Gandhi mahjong, laughing: "Heavenly brother, did you eat?"

"Master Gye's disciple, Master Grief."

Someone exclaimed.

"Why is he called Tianren Senior Brother?"

Sasaki Haisha was puzzled.

"My father used to practice in Brahmin! According to my father, this person is already 400 years old!"

Ye Zhantian explained, staring grimly at the suffering master.

In Brahman, there is a reincarnation.

Master Gaya is a reincarnation living god, supreme, equivalent to the ancestor.

On weekdays, it is the entire sect of the Prime Minister of Misery, which is equivalent to being the Sovereign and teaching master!

"Brother Suffering, old arms and old legs, come to join?"

Ye Tianren laughed.

"Huaxia is out of magic and has to get rid of it!

The miserable little master crossed his hands and smiled:

"Heavenly Master, you should eat more, because you will have no chance to eat it in the future!"

"In the early years of the Republic of China, I saw the war was raging and my heart was miserable. I went to Brahmin to learn the Fa and find a way to be free. Don't kill you! "

Ye Tianren smiled boldly, his eyes sharp like a knife:

"However, when you go back, you should remember to eat and eat more human food."

"Don't forget, your fate is human fate. The food you eat is also the food that grows on the earth! Eat more, try more fireworks on the earth, and don't let yourself live too high or too far!"

"Gaoyuan is to avoid vulgarity!"

Suffering smiled proudly:

"We believe in God's ascetic practice. It is difficult to get away from being disturbed by the world and being contaminated!"

"In the beginning, if you were enlightened at Brahmin, I will tell you, if you want to be quiet, if you want to be a god, you must be aloof, not asking about the world, and extinguish your body and mind!"

"Can you be true gods?"

auzw.com Ye Tianren sneered.

Suffering little master hesitated.

And St. Roland laughed: "It is not bad that we enter the kingdom of heaven and the west! If you don't believe in God, the gods will come to disaster!"

"Does n’t His Excellency and Master Jiang Taichu think about the world being born? Do you know how many lost civilizations in history were destroyed by the gods in heaven?

"Some legends, but your bluffs!"

Ye Tianren smiled coldly.

"Here is a scripture called 'Ancient Holocaust Scrolls', which was unearthed in Europe. It has been 30,000 years ago, and it records the scene of heaven coming to disaster."

St. Roland handed a scroll of ancient Hebrew sheepskin.

"Father (brother, Zuo Hufa), beware of fraud!"

Ye Zhantian and others reminded.

"Anyway!"

Ye Tianren took the scroll and turned it page by page.

He lived in the Yanli Liulichang area in the late Qing and early Ming dynasties and worked as a librarian in the library of Yanjing University.

He once intersected with archeologists and Guoxue masters such as Li Ji, Chen Yinque, Wu Yan, and was influenced by them to learn Chinese and Western. He recognized the ancient writings of Oracle, Sanskrit and Hebrew, no less than a generation of great Confucian masters.

Ye Tianren slowly read it. Next to him, Saint Roland and Master Suffering did not urge.

St. Roland even tepidly explained on one side:

"Civilisations such as Atlantis, Lemuria on the Pacific tropics, and ancient Egypt were all destroyed by the kingdom of heaven and the West, because they did not believe in God! His Excellency, if you are thinking about the world, you should know how Decided, right? "

"How to decide? According to your ideas, you are not kneeling to submit to that!"

Ye Tianren returned the scroll, sneered sneer, and then sighed and said leisurely:

"I have experienced the drought in the Central Plains in 1942. Millions of people left their homes, went out of their homes, went to famine, and changed their lives to eat. At that time, some missionaries persuaded people to believe in the Holy See, and countless hungry people prayed on their knees, asking the gods to reduce food to Ganlin. It didn't rain and there was no food. In the end, the hungry people starved to death. The Central Plains, ten rooms and nine empty spaces! "

"Since then, I know that people cannot rely on God, but rely on themselves for happiness!"

"Now China does not believe in the Holy See or Brahmin, but everyone has clothes, food, meat, planes, aircraft carriers, even natural disasters, even earthquakes and tsunami, floods and snow disasters. Overcoming difficulties together is impossible! "

"Two Taoists, we Chinese people, do n’t believe in God, only believe in ourselves! We believe in our own hands. We believe in hard work, and we can get a good harvest. In the face of invasion, we believe that as long as we dare to brighten our sword, we will be able to exchange for peace! We Believe more in my fate than I can't help but God! "

"His Excellency, think twice, let Master Jiang think too!"

Cardinal Bishop St. Roland bowed.

"If my teacher is shocked, your Holy See will be kicked to death!"

Ye Tianren laughed.

"Magic, this is magic!"

The miserable little master was angry.

"If you want to believe, you can."

Ye Tianren said coldly:

"Come back to your Ganges and Vatican letters, what are you doing in Huaxia? Forcing us to follow the letters? What makes sense!"

"We came to Huaxia for preaching and for demons removal!"

Suffering Little Master said with a stunned expression.

St. Roland nodded and said slowly, "You have fallen into the magic path, it is too deep, and you need to purify your faith!"

"What is magic? Where is magic?"

Ye Tianren mocked.

"Jiang Taichu is the Magic Way, and you are also the Magic Way! If you don't believe in God, it is the Magic Way! Without faith, it is the Magic Way!"

The miserable guru sternly said, "Today, we just want to get rid of the demon guard and kill you!"

The crowd looked around.

I saw a monastery chief, ascetic monk, crusader warrior, missionary, ascetic, and even some powerful men in the dark world, who cut through the sky and came from all directions.

There were as many as 3,000 people, densely packed, covering the sky, and besieging Ye Tianren and others in the center.

"Say something that is not contaminated by the world. In the end, it's not the fight. Let's talk earlier!"

Ye Tianren's murderous spirit suddenly rose into the sky, humming coldly:

"I thought you were going to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes and go it alone. I didn't expect you to play the plot of the battlefield! Many people came!"

St. Roland shook his head and said, "Hehe, the love is terrible, and please forgive your Excellency! Master Little Misery, fellow fellows, let us send His Excellency and everyone from Heaven to Heaven!"

"Oh, you think we can scare us with more people. If you want to fight, then fight!"

Ye Tianren hummed coldly.

Suddenly, within a radius of ten miles, there was a kill, and the air seemed to freeze.