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Chapter 52: The People of Nanzhou (Please collect and support)
“Old man.”

Fazang stood there in a daze, feeling cold all over, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

"Forgot, forgot, haha, I forgot again, I forgot everything again, ah, ah, it's great, little monk, do you have any wine? The old man wants to drink, it's my first time to go to town, the first time to drink, it tastes really wonderful!"

"Hahaha"

The old man has forgotten his own emotions. All his past joys, sorrows, anger and happiness have dissipated and disappeared in the darkness. Determined to avenge his parents, he has practiced hard for two hundred years, with a passion and a willingness to sacrifice his own life.

How alive would he be then?

But he, who was so lively, is now dead.

He died when his revenge failed a hundred years ago, and died when his cultivation was destroyed and he was no longer able to seek revenge.

Fazang finally understood why the donor Zi Nu meant the people of Nanzhou as leeks.

He once thought, if Nanzhou is so dark, why not leave Nanzhou and go somewhere else.

But he ignored it.

The cultivation world is vast and sparsely populated. Ordinary people may not be able to get out of this city even if they walk for a hundred years.

Moreover, even if someone could get out of Nanzhou
——Would you allow your animals to leave the pen?
Even if the people of Nanzhou cut off their own paths and were unwilling to have children, how could the practitioners and the four sects of the Demonic Path fulfill their wishes?
There is no way to go up to heaven and no way to go down to the earth. Practitioners are like deadly hands that are tightly grasping the throats of billions of living beings, making it impossible for them to scream or escape.

Nanzhou, Nanzhou!
This is Nanzhou!
This is Nanzhou!

"Since I was born in Nanzhou, I was destined to wait for this fate!"

"This is the fate I've been waiting for, the fate I was born with!"

"We are the ones abandoned by God!"

No, it’s not like that. You are not people abandoned by God. This should not be your fate. All of this is wrong!!!
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"Master, when can I go down the mountain?"

At the back of Jinshan Temple, Master Daoyou was quietly meditating under a Bodhi tree, with the young Fazang lying obediently on his master's lap.

The master smiled gently and touched the little Fazang's head.

"Haha, Fazang can't wait and wants to go to Nanzhou to take a look?"

"Yes, all the brothers and sisters have the opportunity to go down the mountain. Every time they go down the mountain, they are welcomed. People say how much they like them. I, the disciples, also want to go down the mountain."

"Isn't this why I can't wait?"

"No, I want to be like my master and fellow apprentices. Helping them is just my way of doing good things."

"really?"

Master Dao Yu opened his eyes and looked at his disciple with a smile. Under the master's gaze that seemed to see through everything, little Fazang had no choice but to stretch out his hand and make a little gesture.

"I admit that I have a little bit of experience, just a little bit."

The master not only chuckled, but little Fazang felt a little embarrassed and buried his head in the master's arms with a red face.

"Master, please stop laughing. How can a master laugh at his disciple like this?"

"Master, I am not making fun of you. I am happy."

He silently looked at his disciple's head.

"Monks do not tell lies. Since my disciple said so, then it is so."

"Fazang is so young, yet he has the world in his heart. Master, I am so happy."

Little Fazang raised his head from his master’s arms.

"Is what the master said true?"

"Monks do not tell lies, they take it seriously."

The little guy's mood immediately brightened up and he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Hehe. It's all thanks to the master's good teaching."

Amid the little Fazang's happy laughter, the master's voice gently reached his ears.

"My disciple, if you care about the people, they will remember you. You must, must remember."

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At the beginning, the master suppressed the snake demon, saved the people of Nanzhou from the water and fire, and established Jinshan Temple to protect Nanzhou forever. The people of Nanzhou remembered his kindness and built a temple and statue for him, and kneeled down to worship him for generations.

But the ancestor asked all living beings to change their own images.

The statue of the founder Buddha that was supposed to be praised was replaced by an ordinary, featureless person, standing in the center of Nanzhou.

The ancestor wrote two words on this stone statue.

--common people.

Since then, there has been no Buddhist teachings or precepts in Jinshan Temple.

Every disciple of Jinshan Temple must kowtow sincerely before the stone statue and think of all the people in the world.

As the reputation of Jinshan Temple spread further and further until it became famous throughout the world, people from all over the world who practiced Buddhism came here one after another.

They took root in Nanzhou and lived in Nanzhou, and their ancestors, from generation to generation, were all people of Nanzhou.

Life?
People abandoned by God?
No, no!
You are not abandoned by God. You are not born with this fate. All this is wrong!

It's not your fault, it's the fault of Jinshan Temple.
Jinshan Temple has abandoned you.
Fazang lowered his head, trembling, and tried hard not to sob.

In fact, as early as when Zi Nu asked that question, why the Nanzhou in his understanding was different from the Nanzhou in Zi Nu's understanding, he was thinking about why his impression of Nanzhou was different from that of Zi Nu?

Did the master lie?

Did Donor Zi Nu deceive him?

No, neither.

The master never lied, and the donor Zi Nu never lied to him.

So, he came to a time and space that did not belong to him.

When the master told him stories, he also told the story of a thousand-year dream and a glance that lasted ten thousand years.

By chance or fate, some people do inadvertently come to the future from the past.

But he never thought that he would cross two hundred thousand years in an instant, from two hundred thousand years ago to two hundred thousand years later.

He wasn't sure how to describe the emotion he felt when he realized this.

Lonely, scared, uneasy, and terrified. His master, uncle, uncle, brothers, and grandmaster were all gone, and no one in the entire cultivation world knew him anymore.

The entire spiritual world seemed to have abandoned him, and he felt deeply that he was incompatible with this world.

He wanted to know what happened in the past, why Jinshan Temple disappeared, and why Nanzhou became like this.

He wanted to solve this problem and tell his master and uncle that the people of Nanzhou were in dire straits.

But looking at the old man, listening to the laughter, he understood clearly again.

Jinshan Temple is gone.

No one will protect the people of Nanzhou anymore, and no one will care about the people of Nanzhou anymore.

They are numb and dull, unable to see the future or hope, and have been waiting to die since birth.

He suddenly realized that he had to do something.

A voice in his heart told him that the blood was boiling and flowing around his body.

Fazang came out of the last village and resumed the way he came.

If there is a "sky" that wants to cover all living beings, and there is a "earth" that wants to bury all living beings.

Then the 'sky' cannot cover the common people, and the 'earth' cannot bury the living beings.

I am here to seek justice for you.

——"My disciple, only if you care about the people will the people remember you. You must, must remember them."

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Above the pavilions and attics, the white curtain gently closes the book.

The big show is about to begin.

you.

Are you ready?
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