Qi Zhongdao, the "leader of the cultivator world", and Wan Mingzhu, the "peasant uprising leader", both chose to join the empire.
Who needs to talk about the rest?
Sure enough, just as Wan Mingzhu sat down, another "peasant uprising leader", but he looked more unscrupulous, the lawless "Hundian King" Qi Changsheng laughed strangely and said: "What the Holy Mother of the White Lotus said is true, since the true human empire There is an article of "autonomy" in the system, but what system is implemented in other parts of the empire and how to treat their people have nothing to do with us!
We just need to ensure that we have the final say in the Ancient Holy World!
" "These days, if we have soldiers and food, we will be the grass-head king.
As long as our fists are big enough, even if we surrender to the empire, others may not be able to interfere with our internal affairs!
On the other hand, if our strength is compared to the empire, , If it’s not important, then it’s useless for us to struggle!”
"So, I also agree that regardless of the situation, surrender to the empire first, and at worst, they will rebel next time.
Whatever it is, it is a mature profession!
Of course, the conditions must be negotiated, but we can't have two things.
Zao, you just sold so many Yuan Ying and Hua Shen!
You want to hire us to fight?
You can give us real money!"
The leader of the refugees did not change his true character, but he was quite magnanimous.
He knocked on the table, his eyebrows were dancing with joy.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the stubble on his chin and looked at Yan Liren next to him with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Yan, I'm done, you What do you think, brother?”
"I don't care."
Yan Liren touched his bald head and said calmly, "Since the True Human Empire is a super powerful force between two heroes competing for hegemony in the sea of stars, I guess there must be something... the most powerful swordsmanship and secret sword in the modern civilization of cultivating immortals. , I really want to see how sharp the immortal cultivator's sword moves are?
Empire, just the empire!"
Everyone's speeches made Li Yao's heart become colder and colder, and a layer of white ice was about to condense.
A few rays of expectant eyes separated and fell on Ba Xiaoyu.
Ba Xiaoyu, a beggar, is a warm-hearted, chivalrous and righteous hero who hates evil as much as he hates it!
He shouldn't agree with the True Human Empire's approach of treating ordinary people as "original people", right?
Sure enough, the beggar Ba Xiaoyu showed hesitation, struggle and even pain, as if he was trapped in an invisible swamp, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
He breathed hard for a moment, and his chapped lips kept trembling.
Under the gaze of everyone, he was speechless for a long time.
It was not until Meng Chixin urged him that he said in a hoarse voice: "Beggar, I, can I abstain?"
Meng Chixin raised his eyebrows and said, "Fellow Taoist Ba, what does 'abstaining' mean?"
Ba Xiaoyu closed her eyes and said dejectedly: "I really can't accept the concept of the true human empire.
This kind of country treats ordinary people as pigs and dogs.
No beggar can live with it for a day!"
"However, I also know deeply how powerful the True Human Empire is.
If we really become enemies with it, the Ancient Holy World is destined to face a catastrophe!"
"Countless people will die, countless people will be displaced, and countless people will wail in the raging flames.
Even if we pay such a heavy price, we will resist to the death and fight bloody battles, taking the lives of everyone from ordinary people to cultivators. , I’m afraid it won’t help, and it won’t be able to stop the iron hoof of the True Humanity Empire from moving forward!”
"The beggar can't be so selfish.
He can't drag so many people from the ancient holy world to be buried with him because of his own likes and dislikes!"
"You, your analysis is correct.
Perhaps now, surrendering to the True Human Empire is the best way out for the Ancient Saint World."
"The beggar doesn't want to surrender to the True Human Empire, but he also doesn't want to stop you from finding a way out for the Ancient Saint World, so I choose 'abstain'!"
"I see."
Meng Chixin nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then, when we really surrender to the empire and the ancient holy world becomes the territory of the empire, how will fellow Taoist Ba prepare to deal with it?"
Ba Xiaoyu's face was extremely gloomy.
After being silent for a long time, he said quietly: "If you are not good at Taoism, you can float in the sea on a boat.
The beggar thought to himself, even in the so-called 'modern civilization of cultivating immortals', there are still casual cultivators, right?
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Isn't the beggar?
I will stay in the Ancient Saint Realm and cause you trouble.
The sea of stars is so big that there is always room for an... insignificant beggar!"
Between the lines, there is no doubt that the meaning of desolation is obvious.
There is no longer the passionate and heroic spirit of laughing and cursing under the roaring tiger city in the past!
Ba Xiaoyu's choice made everyone silent for a while.
The faces of Qi Changsheng, Wan Mingzhu and others looked a little unnatural, their eyes flickered, and they did not dare to look at Ba Xiaoyu's ugly face.
Han Baling sneered disdainfully, seemingly disapproving of Ba Xiaoyu's "fleeing" behavior.
Qi Zhongdao sighed softly, with mixed feelings and his eyes were in a trance.
I don’t know if I recall the night when everyone joined forces to expose the conspiracy of the "Black Evil Cult" under the Tiger Roar City, and they drank and sang together!
Li Yao sighed deeply in his heart.
The beggar who was most likely to fight against the empire also chose to surrender!
"Amitabha!"
Finally, Master Kuchan broke the awkward deadlock and said softly, "The poor monk chooses the True Human Empire."
"What!"
Li Yao screamed strangely in his heart and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Monk, you" Ba Xiaoyu and the other Yuanying and Transformation Gods were slightly startled.
Regardless of their stance on good or evil, they originally thought that Master Kuchan might be the hardest person to convince.
How could it be!
"Yes, the concept of the true human empire is indeed inconsistent with the ambition in the heart of the poor monk.
I'm afraid it also runs counter to the purpose of our Buddha Sect's 'compassionate and universal salvation of all living beings'.
Logically speaking, the poor monk should choose to fly away like the donor Ba. , go to the depths of the sea of stars to be a casual cultivator.”
Master Kuchan said with no expression on his face, "However, Master Ba, you have already said that for the safety of the hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the Ancient Holy World, we must submit to the True Human Empire."
"After surrendering to the True Human Empire, the affairs of the Ancient Holy World will most likely be decided by the twelve of us!"
"We don't like the idea of a true human empire, so we can naturally leave and be out of sight and out of mind.
However, in this way, the future of the ancient holy world and the safety and blessings of thousands of people will be at stake.
It fell into the hands of other donors."
"The poor monk has no prejudice against any of the benefactors, but, Donor Ba, do you really want to see 'certain' benefactors here... monopolizing power?"
Master Kuchan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he made no secret of his distrust of Wan Mingzhu, Qi Changsheng and the like!
Wan Mingzhu sensed the monk's extremely unfriendly gaze and sneered repeatedly: "Monk Kuchan, there's no need to beat around the bush, you just don't trust us 'rogues'!"
"Amitabha, it's so good.
Monks don't lie.
That's right, the poor monks are very distrustful of donors Wan, Qi, including donor Han Baling, Han, and donor Wang Xi!"
"You are the famous 'Four Evils'.
The poor monk really has no choice to fly away, but he has left the future of the ancient holy world and the lives of thousands of people in your hands!"
"Good monk!"
Wan Mingzhu frowned with a ghostly look, "I should have known that you, a monster monk, are just a painted puppet thrown by the court and major sects to confuse the public and erode our will to resist!
What happened to the 'Four Evils'?
Before there were 'Four Evils' , Is it possible that the world will be peaceful, the world will be at peace, and the people of Li will be able to live and work in peace and contentment?
Bah!
Aren’t there still natural and man-made disasters and dire straits?”
"Open your eyes and see clearly.
It is the court and the sect behind you that caused natural and man-made disasters.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters are what created our "Four Evils", not the natural and man-made disasters caused by our "Four Evils"!"
"Hmph, you don't trust me, and I don't trust you, the evil monk!
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As the saying goes, neither is bald nor poisonous, and neither is poisonous nor bald.
The worst in the world are you dog monks who don't do anything to produce, but only chant sutras and sell their butts!"
Wan Mingzhu was originally a refugee, and after absorbing a lot of resentment and anger from poor people, she gradually developed ghostly magical powers.
She could usually pretend to be a sanctimonious and righteous person, but now she was furious and spoke half-truthfully.
He cursed loudly, causing everyone to frown.
"Enough!"
Meng Chixin was surrounded by a layer of black flames, transforming into thousands of wolf heads with open mouths, grinning at Wan Mingzhu, "Fellow Taoist Wan, we all agreed just now that everyone can speak freely, no matter what.
Let’s discuss it on the table!
This is a time of sincere unity, why bother speaking so hard?”
Wan Mingzhu narrowed her eyes and stared at the snarling Spiritual Flame Wolf behind Meng Chixin for a long time.
Waves of invisible waves surged between the two ghost cultivators!
Until the end, under Meng Chixin's eager gaze, Wan Mingzhu softened first, turned around and smiled at Master Kuchan: "Master Kuchan, I am an outspoken Holy Mother.
You can say whatever you want.
You are an eminent monk.
Don’t ever get to know me!”
"Speaking of which, after listening to what the 'Master' said, you have already made up your mind to 'complicit' with us 'rogue bandits' and surrender to the empire?"
"Amitabha."
Master Kuchan had no expression on his face, neither sorrow nor joy, and said calmly, "Wherever the tens of thousands of common people in the ancient holy world stand, so will the poor monks, and they will never leave them."
"oh?"
Wan Mingzhu rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "But if you really surrender to the empire, you might go on an expedition to other worlds with the imperial fleet and do the burning, killing and looting.
Master, will you go together, or will you go together?"
How about staying in the ancient holy world, pretending to be deaf and dumb, deceiving yourself and others, and watching us go out to kill people and take back the rich loot to help all sentient beings?"