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Volume 1 The Border Town of the Empire Chapter 972 The Terrible Sound

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    Chapter 972: Horrible Sound The old monk looked at Meng Ge and said: "Whether it is Buddhism or any other sect, as long as someone believes it, it means that its existence is justified. Whether it is a real lie or a fake lie.  People, if someone believes it, it means the lie is justified. He asked you to come because he wants you to listen to his truth. You may think it is a new lie before you hear it, but you will find it after you hear it.  It¡¯s not a lie but it really makes sense.¡± His words sounded illogical, but Meng listened carefully.  "After listening, you find that you believe it. At this time, you no longer need to worry about doubts. Did you believe the truth or was you deceived again?" The old monk got up and walked slowly into Dalun Temple.  .  "You may not understand everything he does now, because your thinking and his thinking are not on the same page at all. You think he is evil, but he himself thinks that he is truly a good person." "No.  I understand.¡± Brother Meng shook his head.  "It doesn't matter, now your ignorance is not far away from understanding. Follow me, and then you will see a scene that you will never forget until your death. Maybe you will regret it when you are old  After seeing this, few people can see the ending. You are lucky." Brother Meng followed the old monk and suddenly thought of something: "You said just now that he can't leave you now, so he won't kill you.  ?¡± ¡°There is no one he can¡¯t live without. He can even give up on people like Dalun Mingwang and Sang Luan, let alone an old guy like me who may die at any time. I said he won¡¯t kill them.  It's because he can still use me, not because he can't live without me. Being able to use me and being unable to live without me are two completely different concepts. It would be better if I could be the latter. " "Can you tell me?"  Brother asked.  He suddenly discovered that the Buddhist sect he thought he knew was so unfamiliar.  Once upon a time, he thought he understood Buddhism better than the people of Buddhism.  It was precisely because he was determined to eradicate the Buddha Sect and bring the Golden Family's dominance to its peak that he went back to find out more about it.  When you view a person or a force as an enemy without understanding anything about them, you have failed from the start.  In Brother Meng¡¯s impression, people in the Buddhist sect are all moths.  These people wore the best clothes, lived in the best places, ate the best food, and occupied large tracts of land but did not pay even a copper coin in taxes to the royal court.  They enjoy the worship of the herdsmen and receive the heavy filial piety from the herdsmen. The wealth of the monks even exceeds that of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty!  These people also have this unparalleled privilege. If a monk kills someone, he does not have to pay with his life, and sometimes he does not even have to pay compensation.  Princes and ministers are proud to befriend an eminent monk, and they even sacrifice their wives and daughters!  Such a sect is just a moth.  For the development of Meng Yuan, Buddhism has no benefit at all.  But today, Brother Meng suddenly discovered that the Buddhist sect he knew was a fake Buddhist sect, or the appearance of the Buddhist sect.  Now, he is getting closer to the truth of Buddhism step by step, getting closer to the truth that few people in this world can see.  "You can tell, why can't you tell?" The old monk smiled: "I don't want this secret to be brought into the ground." "How many times have you seen great freedom?" the old monk asked.  Meng Gezi thought about it carefully, and then answered uncertainly: "Five, it seems to be five. I have seen one before, and four not long ago." "Six." The old monk looked back.  He glanced at him and said: "I am also very at ease."              The old monk's words frightened Brother Meng so much that he stood there unable to go any further.  His face instantly turned pale, as white as the snow on the Snowy Mountains that had not melted for thousands of years.  He said that I was also very comfortable. Just these few words made Meng Ge's heart stop beating.  "Are you scared?" The old monk couldn't help but laugh, as if he thought Brother Meng's reaction was normal.  "I am the Great Freedom, and those you have seen are all the Great Freedom. But I am not the first Great Freedom, nor am I the last." Meng Ge swallowed hard, feeling that his thinking was stiff at this moment  Stop, can't continue.  When he entered Dalun Temple this time, it seemed that something was deliberately placed in front of him for him to see, which completely subverted his previous understanding.  He originally only had hatred and hatred for Buddhism, but at this moment he was full of surprise and curiosity.  "How much freedomis there?" he asked.  "ThisI don't know either." &nbspThe old monk shook his head indifferently: "I'm not the first, so I don't know how many are ahead. I'm not the last, so I don't know how many are behind. It can be said that the existence of Mahavatar is longer than that of Maharaja  Not short either. However, in these years, we call him Da Zi Zi, because Da Zi Zai is a disciple of Lord Dalun. Naturally, the disciple cannot live longer than the master. Let me think about it When I was young, I was not called Da Zi Zi.  "Dawei Tianzun!" The corner of Meng Ge's mouth couldn't help but twitched a few times, and he murmured: "I have heard about the four great freedoms, spiritual treasures, wisdom, and the source of liberation.  Before the Heavenly Lord, there were four great Heavenly Lords under the throne of the previous Maharaja. The leader was none other than the Great Powerful Heavenly Venerable. " "Oh If you don't tell me, I would have forgotten that the Buddha has always claimed that King Maharaja is the reincarnation.  Rather than being alive all the time. Yes, there were four great deities under the throne of the previous Maharaja. I just forgot when the name was changed from Dawei deity.  Of the so-called Four Heavenly Lords in the Buddhist sect, only the one ranked first is the real Heavenly Lord. The other three in each batch of the Four Heavenly Lords actually have no meaning. " "But.  The Wisdom Heavenly Lord may not be him. The other people are just decorations, and they are the same to everyone." The old monk said as he walked: "Whether it is the Great Power Heavenly Lord of the previous four great Heavenly Lords, or the current Great Freedom Heavenly Lord.  , In fact, he is the same person from the beginning to the end. Just like Dalun Mingwang claims to be constantly reincarnated, he is actually the same person from beginning to end. The difference is that he and I live in different ways, but I do not.  , What I rely on is forget it, I told you that you don¡¯t understand it either, not many people in this world can.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t those Da Zizuo you?¡± Brother Meng asked.  The old monk answered matter-of-factly: "It's me, why not me? I told you, my way of existence is different from Maharaja Mingwang. But it is very hard to explain to you. The most important thing is to work harder."  You may not be able to understand either. Whether it is Dawei Tianzun in different periods in the past or Da Zizi in different periods now, they are all me By the way, it will be easier for you to understand They are all me, my clones.  After saying this, the old monk suddenly froze for a moment, and then sighed: "Maybe I am also someone else's clone Alas, I really can't think about this kind of thing. The more I think about it, the more I think about it.  The more uncomfortable you are. In fact, you are not comfortable at all." He took Brother Meng through the Dalun Mingwang Palace, which was the same path that Sang Luan walked a while ago.  That day, Sang Luan also walked through the Dalun Mingwang Hall with steady and slow steps, and then made a choice behind the Dalun Mingwang Hall.  There is only one road behind Dalunmeiwang Palace, a road leading to the inside of the mountain.  That day, Sang Luan did not go into the mountain, but walked up.  The old monk stood at the entrance of the secret passage and looked back at Brother Meng: "In your memory, has someone always told you that the first unified country on the prairie was the Mongolian and Yuan Empire? Has anyone always told you,  Is this empire the first king of the grassland? In fact, this is all wrong. For the vastness of history, Meng Yuan is like a young child, especially young." "Let's go," he pointed out.  Pointing to the dark secret passage: "Come into it with me. What you are about to see will be something you will never forget."                                                                                                  Although I know that I am walking on a road that leads to the interior of the Snowy Mountains, I can't  It just gives people the impression that they are walking in an endless wilderness, a wilderness of endless darkness.  If he hadn't raised his hand to touch the surrounding stone walls, Meng Ge knew that he would have had an illusion that he couldn't find his direction.  The direction is fixed, but it feels like there is no direction.  The old monk didn¡¯t light the torch, so his eyes lost their function after walking down less than fifty stone steps.  Meng Ge held his breath because he had to listen hard to the old monk's breathing.  He would feel more at ease only when he heard the breathing of others. Fortunately, the old monk was so old that his breathing was particularly heavy.  That sound was like the north wind blowing across the land in the northwest grasslands.  Only those who have personally experienced that kind of absolute darkness will understand that it is definitely not the sound of footsteps that makes people feel at ease, but the sound of breathing.  Because the sound of footsteps does not mean that a living person is around, the sound of breathing means that a living person is not far away.  Brother Meng listened to his breathing and footsteps, not daring to let himself go one step faster or one step slower.  "If you're afraid, just say something." The old monk's voice floated from the front not far away. At this time, Brother Meng was shocked to realize that he had been raped by the old monk.It's so far downstairs.  He originally thought that he was following the old monk closely, but when he heard the sound, he realized that this was all an illusion.  Darkness always renders all human senses useless.  "Where does this lead to? How deep is it?" "I don't know how deep it is, but I know that there are 9,999 stone steps in total. Maybe it's deep in the mountain, maybe it's already below the ground.  But don't worry, the hell I'm going to take you to is not hell. Back then, Ianother me imprisoned King Maharaja here. The reason why I was able to trap him was precisely because Da Zizi knew far more than Da Zi.  King Lun Ming knows more. "Do you know why I know more than King Lun Ming?" "Because I am his slave." The old monk smiled: "You can say that, because my life is his."  "I don't know what I was like before, but my life was definitely given by him." "Why is it in such a deep place?" Brother Meng asked again.  "It's safe." The old monk thought for a while and replied: "It's like an ostrich in the desert, it will burrow its head into the sand when it encounters danger. It's like a mouse at home, it will burrow into a corner when it is in danger. The reason why it was originally built in  Here, maybe it¡¯s because it¡¯s hidden deep enough and dark enough that it¡¯s difficult for others to find it.¡± This explanation seems good.  "We're halfway there." The old monk said to Brother Meng: "Now there is a door on your left, where Lord Dalun Ming was locked up." Brother Meng subconsciously looked to the left, but couldn't see anything.  At this time, he had begun to suspect that he was blind and had completely become a blind man.  The deeper you go, the buzzing sound becomes clearer and clearer.  It was a sound that Meng Ge had never heard before. It did not belong to an animal or a plant.  "What sound?" "The sound of power" The old monk replied: "A kind of power that you don't understand, and it's also a kind of power that you can't understand. That's the roar of dissatisfaction when the power is locked up. It's struggling, trying to escape from  It came out from the place where it was locked, but it couldn¡¯t come out because he didn¡¯t allow it to come out. ¡°He and it, Brother Meng understands.  "This sound is really scary" Maybe it was just the sound that scared me, or maybe the sound was really scary. Brother Meng trembled involuntarily and felt chills all over his body.  "It's not the sound that's scary." The old monk smiled and said, "This power is very extraordinary. You will see it soon."
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