People live for a lifetime, desire must exist, if you don't have any desire, it is a lie, unless you are not human.
Moreover, even the real people who believe in Buddhism and cultivate the Tao are thinking, do the Buddha and the Tao have desires?
It's just that desires need to be restrained, and many people indulge their desires and finally end up in a tragic end, just like the former Han Dynasty, maybe the Tai'an Kingdom, these once had a thick ink in the long river of history, and now I don't know where to bury it in the loess, more years later, maybe people don't even know their names, and even the slightest trace can no longer be recognized.
For thousands of years, although history has been going on, many things during the period are always strikingly similar, the fall of Dahan, the arrival of troubled times, and the rise of Taisho agreed to be staged hundreds of years ago, but the protagonists are no longer those in the history books.
Today's Ji Chi tribe seems to have too much desire, and even made a deal with the gods in exchange for half of the territory of the Jiutu tribe to satisfy their ambitions, Zamuqi really doesn't think there is any problem with this, and so many people up and down the Ji Chi tribe also don't feel any problem.
The Jiutu tribe didn't know that their fate had changed from invisible to tangible, and turned into an item and exchanged it for others, but even if they knew, how could they choose?
The Jiutu tribe is the weakest among the seven tribes, even if it resists, how much difference is there between resisting and not resisting?
Perhaps the chief of the Jiutu tribe has understood the inside story, in the Jiutu base camp, the chief of the Jiutu tribe looked at the information coming from the front line on the table, his eyes were hollow, and his body was rickety.
After living for fifty or sixty years, the Jiutu tribe is like his own home, and he has made this family powerful with his own hands, growing from a small tribe to a big tribe today, and the effort spent during this period is unimaginable to outsiders, but now he can only watch his home be destroyed.
I also tried to contact the chiefs of several other major tribes, but unfortunately there was no response, and those chiefs were unwilling to face the powerful Ji Chi, let alone go against God's will.
"My God, Jiutu has always been your faithful people, why did you abandon us like this?"
He could only look up at the sky and shed tears, and the sky sounded a thunderclap for no reason, as if in response to his words, he laughed miserably, "That's right, Jiutu should be destroyed!"
” After saying that, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, and a large pool was accompanied by blood clots, the chieftain who had been in charge of the Jiutu tribe for decades felt powerless for the first time, and the sons and daughters on the front line were still fighting, they thought that they could keep their homes, and they thought that they could protect the children with their own blood.
"Chief, will you go with me?"
A barefoot white-bearded old man walked into the chief's house, this old man was wearing a Taoist robe, with two colors of sparks, although he had a white beard and white hair, but his skin was like a baby.
Taoism once said that cultivation to a certain level can rejuvenate and rejuvenate, although this old man will not rejuvenate, but at least achieve seven points at this level, Taoist cultivators do not do not do it, you can't see the cultivation, so no one knows how powerful this Taoist who has always had a very high status in the Jiutu tribe is.
The chief saw this old friend for many years, looked at his white-haired and childish face, and then looked at himself, full of vicissitudes, "If you don't leave, when you get old, it's like dying in your own home, and it's not suitable to die outside after all." ” The four characters are not suitable to express the anguish in the heart of the chief of Jiutu, and the Taoist priest no longer speaks to persuade him, this old friend's temper is the same as his own, once he identifies it, he will admit death, and he will not change it at all because of foreign objects.
"You help me calculate how many lives Dazheng has, and what is Ji Chi's life, this may be the last time, I also want to see what kind of trend these two parties have in the future."
The chief of Jiutu said to the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest took out a compass in his hand, the compass is golden, a piece of gold is not dazzling, but it looks very pleasing to the eye, and it is easy for people to fall into it, follow the pointer to rotate.
The pointer kept turning, and there was confusion in the Taoist priest's eyes, looking up at the sky, as far as the eye could see, the winter sky could not be seen thoroughly, but the Taoist priest's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the nine clouds and reach the heavens.
There are countless stars in his eyes, two or dark, big or small, each related but also mutually exclusive, his heart was flat at first, and finally he couldn't help but shout, strange.
Chief Jiutu looked at him with a puzzled expression, he had never seen him so flustered for so many years, the Taoist priest put down the compass and said slowly: "Taizheng, Ji Chi's future can be summarized in eight characters based on my stargazing."
"Which eight characters?"
"The lives are ruined, and the Manchus are wiped out."
After the Taoist priest finished speaking, there was a thunder in the sky again, this time the thunder was quite loud, as loud as the wrath of the heavens, and it was accompanied by lightning, and there seemed to be flames in the distance, which was burning dead wood, and the dead wood in winter was also ignited, and the fire was raging.
Chief Jiutu's face was like dead wood, and there were so many wrinkles that it made people feel unreal, and he sighed heavily after listening to the words of the Taoist priest. said: "Ji Chi's ambition will really hurt them."
Zamuqi is indeed a generation of heroes, but after all, it is only how the heroes can compare to the king of God, and it is too difficult to compete with the Great Sho, even with the support of God. ” The Taoist priest felt that the air was colder, and a light rain gradually fell in the sky, such a weather was cold to his heart, but fortunately, although the Taoist robe he was wearing was shabby but still thick, it could withstand most of the cold winds, although it was also cold, it could support it.
Suddenly, Chief Jiutu asked a question: "Do you say that the four seasons of this northern land, as well as the wind and rain, are all controlled by God?"
The Taoist priest shook his head and said silently, and the chief of Jiutu laughed at himself, "It doesn't really matter whether it's right or not."
God, maybe really God, no wonder I give up so many of my own believers, do you think I hate God in my heart?
” The Taoist priest replied: "No, even if you tell the truth of the matter, I'm afraid that the people of the tribe will not resent God."
This god is even more successful than Dao Ancestor, after all, if Dao Ancestor does not give mortals a little benefit, mortals will not believe him. ” "This is the sad and respectable loveliness of our Northland people, although you are a believer, you can't understand the beliefs of our Northland people."
Sure enough, when he talks about God, even if he is the chief of the tribe, he is respectful.
The Taoist priest bowed his head, he really couldn't understand the belief of the people who came to the Northland for God, and when he first came to the Northland, he wanted to preach, but suddenly found that the belief of God here was too strong, and the foreign religion could not drill any cracks at all.
Just like just now, he had a way to escape the Jiutu chief from this war, but he didn't agree, because it was God's choice.
Chief Jiutu waved his old friend away, and then gave the last order of his life.
The Jiutu tribe has completely disappeared since today, all the people have fallen to the end of the world, please take care of each other if it is difficult to walk all the way, if you can go to a distant place, please look back at your hometown.
Subsequently, the chief of the Jiutu tribe stood in the cold wind and in the light rain.
One chief died a very uneventful death, and he firmly believed that God would not forget his people, and that if he died, the number of people who died would probably be much less.