Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 363 Saintess of Yin Mountain
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It is said that three days after the day of the assassination, people from the Holy Land once again organized a rally in the marketplace.Seeing this, the townspeople were all frightened and frightened, fearing that there would be another assassin, most of them hesitated to go.

While countless people were staring at the parade floats passing by and remained indifferent, Yan Dahan, who had secretly accepted the secret order, personally led more than a hundred soldiers to extol the virtues of the saint on the road, and told the world that the assassin had converted to the Dharma.

Not long after, the number of people following the parade floats gradually increased, and there were no bad guys taking advantage of the gap to make trouble along the way this time.

The crowd surrounded the saint and looked up at the saint. They surrounded the float, and they didn't even have time to care about whether there were sharp gravels under their feet, whether there was a wide enough road in front of them, or whether there was unfinished work at home.

The faith in their hearts is pious, and they follow all the way, with eyes full of eager anticipation for the future.

The float slowly drove into the square where the assembly was held three days ago. The saint Murong Yan walked cautiously under the protection of four people, all of whom had vowed to defend the saint with their lives. scholar".Among them, the one who opened the way in the front was Bai Feng, and two guards escorted the assassin who was captured that day followed at the end.They walked up the platform together.

Standing in Taichung, the saint clasped her hands and made a prayer, telling the people: "Everyone, someone assassinated me three days ago. Thanks to everyone's help, the little girl escaped by luck. I know, our idea may be Will not please everyone—Isn't it tantamount to giving up arms and surrendering when the war is urgent? But has this battle won anything for you or me? No, on the contrary, this war Destroyed the lives of countless people. The meaningless dispute should have ended long ago."

After finishing speaking, Murong Yan looked sideways at the assassin being escorted, and gently summoned him to come forward, that fellow would not only be treated like this, she was overjoyed, rushed to Murong Yan, knelt down, and greeted him again and again: "I have seen the saint Your Excellency, I have seen the Holy Maiden."

"Get up." Murong Yan took the other's dirty left hand, but the assassin refused to stand up.Murong Yan had no choice but to explain to everyone in the audience: "This is one of the assassins who assassinated that day. He has sworn to the Divine Tree that he will serve the Divine Tree forever, and he has confessed everything to me."

"I know who the leader of the assassin is, so he is hiding among the crowd. Perhaps, he is just about to move, thinking that he will have a chance to assassinate me in the store." Murong Yan once again tried to hold the assassin's hand to force him He stood up and asked softly, "Can you stand up?"

"No, no, I can't. My feet, my feet are weak!" The assassin said with a smile: "It's the first time in my life to stand at such a high place, and there are so many people looking at me..."

"Grasp my hand." Murong Yan forcefully forced the assassin to stand up and face the world, and continued: "You don't have to use the lives of innocent people to assassinate me. The little girl is just a person who caters to the will of the God Tree and is responsible for delivering the way of heaven." People. Even if I die, the way of heaven still exists, can you change it?"

"Yes! The way of heaven!" the assassin yelled to strengthen his courage, and said, "The way of heaven is the human heart. The human body dies but the heart never dies! Brothers, we have suffered enough from the war! Fleeing from famine every day and having trouble sleeping at night, this Kind of a day, is it really a human life?"

"Taiping Dao, the vagrant harmed my saint and destroyed my holy land! I will never spare him!" As soon as the assassin's words fell, there were different opinions in the audience.

Some said that they did not know what Taiping Taoism was, some said that Taiping Taoists were kind and generous, and some said that they saw Taiping Taoists preaching along the street a few days ago.

Seeing that the time had come, Yan Dahan immediately stepped forward to maintain order, raised his sword to the sky, shouted in awe, and preached: "The evidence of the attempted murder in Taiping Dao is solid, and he should be punished according to the law! Fortunately, the saint was merciful and specially ordered him to be pardoned from death. But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped! If an assassin reports one of his accomplices, he will be exempted from punishment and sent to the army to do hard labor; if two or more people are reported, he will be rewarded according to the number; if he reports the leader of the assassins, the saint will personally reward you."

After hearing this, Bai Feng walked up to the stage and knelt down in front of Murong Yan, put up the sword with both hands, and shouted: "Please take this sword, my lord, and declare war on Taiping Dao!"

"Okay." Murong Yan held her sword high. Dressed in white clothes and a dragon-crying sword, she really sent down an oracle like an angel: "You go ahead and kill me! Killing me will wipe out our longing for a better future, a better future, and a better future." In the mood of life?"

The young man responded and said, "Today may be the last time we stand on this stage, and it is also the last time we pass on the instructions of the sacred tree to you-please let the army father, elder brother, son, and younger brother, let them all come back. Well, this war should be over."

But in a short while, someone from the audience stepped forward and surrendered, one, two, three... Everyone had the same sleeve arrow as the previous assassin.

"Those who have been nourished by the sacred tree, your wishes will surely be conveyed to the hearts of family members on the front line. I am willing to pray for you day and night, so that your family letters can be sent out safely, and your wishes can be delivered to the front line as soon as possible..." Murong With tears in Yan Yan's eyes, she knelt down softly and sincerely, facing the hundreds, thousands, and even more people in the audience, performing the salute of the leader.

Seeing this, the pilgrims in the audience naturally said "no" and knelt down to return the salute.

During this trip, Bai Feng and Murong Yan combined their ideas with the wishes of the Wuchuan military people. Their life and death suddenly became extremely insignificant in such a huge spiritual world.

This made the assassins observing the situation secretly think: "What's the point of killing her?"

After a while, the assembly was over, Yan Dahan immediately rectified the people and horses, and continued to be the rear of the parade float.He was driving on the road, still recalling all the incidents in his mind. On a whim, he walked to the side of the float and knocked on the window to greet Bai Feng, saying, "My lord, are we being too ostentatious? After all, we don't even know where they are." what?"

"Master Yan, we have to do this, because we want to tell the world that we are the party that is upright..." Bai Feng looked at Yan Dahan, and suddenly asked tentatively: "I said, Master Yan, you were not very opposed to ending the war at first. Is it from the army? Why, did you suddenly change your mind?"

"It's not that after listening to the teachings of the Holy Master and the Holy Maiden, the villain suddenly realized that he couldn't bear to see the people continue to suffer, so he thought about it all night and changed his mind."

"Huh! Yes, the people are suffering too much." Bai Feng replied nonchalantly, causing Yan Dahan to be quite at a loss, and could only retreat back to the army in embarrassment. Someone heard him curse softly, saying: "Tsk, it's just a moment of pride, so you start to look down on people?"

When the convoy traveled until dusk, when the sun was setting, two Taoist priests slowly approached the parade float from the middle of the road. They were old and young, with strange expressions, exquisite and elegant attire, blue and white, and they were called Taiping Taoists.

(End of this chapter)