The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 220 Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor (3k)

As the sword pointed into the air, the grizzly bear suddenly noticed that the surrounding scenery had all turned into a brilliant gold, and it panicked.

"Oh no, the Taoist priest has made his move! But what kind of magic is this?"

Grizzly Bear couldn't understand Du Yuan's methods and didn't even sense the slightest danger.

But in its heart, Du Yuan was a Taoist Grand Master with the power of immortality, a patriarch-level figure who could rank among the top ten in the Taoist ancestral temple.

Therefore, it cannot understand that this is how things should be, and as for the complete lack of sense of crisis, it must believe that the Taoist's supernatural powers have reached the state of "following the natural way." Just as heaven and earth are supremely powerful, who would fear the heaven and earth upon which they depend for survival?

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die!"

It glanced at the glittering gold surging in from all directions, knowing that it absolutely could not break through rashly at this moment. Taking a deep breath, the grizzly bear finally gritted its teeth, took out the robe that it had hidden close to its body, unfolded it, and draped it over its body.

Faced with the methods of a Taoist master, this was the strongest reliance it could muster.

But its movement was exactly what Du Yuan wanted.

Taking down this old man from such a distance wasn't something Du Yuan was entirely confident about. But coincidentally, the grizzly bear's natal magic weapon was a cassock!

Du Yuan's highest level of cultivation is not in Taoist magic, but in Buddhist magic!
So, the moment it took out the cassock and put it on, Du Yuan's lips curled up slightly. She silently murmured "Amitabha" in her heart.

Grizzly felt his hair and beard suddenly explode, and the sense of crisis that had been lingering suddenly reached its peak at this moment.

But it never expected that Du Yuan, a Taoist master, would use his deadly move on the very robe it relied on. So it was not only caught off guard, but also subconsciously wrapped the robe tighter, wondering which direction to break through from.

"The terrain is Kun, which aligns with the transformation of Geng metal, indicating good fortune in the southwest!"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when the grizzly bear was about to rush southwest, wrapped in his robe, but just as he was about to lift his foot, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move!

His heart sank, and he smiled bitterly:
"So, I'm still completely powerless to resist? Wait... is that my cassock?!"

Just as he was about to resign himself to his fate, his eyes widened in shock—what truly trapped him was the robe he was wearing!
It knew that the gap between itself and the Taoist priest was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth, but it never expected that it would stumble because of its own cassock.

Before that dazzling gold arrived, Grizzly Bear's mind was filled with thoughts of whether this Taoist master was a practitioner of both Buddhism and Taoism and had achieved great success in both.
Buddha above, what have we offended?
What secrets does the Southwest hold that would attract such a powerful figure to come here personally?
In utter astonishment, the grizzly bear finally transformed into a golden statue, its surrounding golden hue vanishing and merging back into its form.

After dealing with the grizzly bear, Du Yuan turned to the dumbfounded left-wing general and said:

"I told you before, there's no turning back then! So, what are you thinking now?"

The Left General stared blankly at the empty space where the 'living god' had disappeared, then stared blankly at the 'true god' standing in front of him.

He opened his mouth, but all his grief and indignation ultimately boiled down to one sentence:
"I regret it!"

Du Yuan chuckled:
What kind of regret is it to regret that you're going to lose?

After saying that, Du Yuan looked behind the Left General and frowned, saying:
"You generals on the left and right wings are truly more inhuman than the last. I thought the right wing general was already a scourge to countless people, but I never imagined you would be even worse!"

Du Yuan's gaze unconsciously swept over the empty space where the grizzly bear had disappeared, and her tone became heavy.

"For a moment, I didn't even know whether to say they were too ruthless or you were too cruel!"

The severe drought in the southwest was unrelated to Pang Yu, but the chaos in the southwest was inextricably linked to each of them.

Du Yuan initially thought that this decadent situation was mostly due to those old geezers being too greedy.

But now, even Du Yuan is a little unsure of whose problem is bigger.

The left-wing general hadn't noticed anything behind him, but after Du Yuan looked and spoke, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

What's behind me?

Du Yuan shook her head, her eyes carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning:

"Didn't you already guess it?"

In an instant, the general on the left flank felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Did I guess correctly? So it really was those people who came looking for us?

"No! Impossible!" In utter shock, the left-wing general staggered backward, his armor clanging against each other with a piercing sound. "I made sure everything was cleaned up. I even had countless monks and Taoist priests copy scriptures and pray for them! How could they possibly have come back!"

If there really are gods, then praying and chanting scriptures must be effective!
Du Yuan stopped shaking her head, but looked at the other person with a gradually cooling expression and said:
"You, the butcher, are still standing perfectly fine. How can you expect people to swallow this insult?!"

How could reciting scriptures a few times possibly liberate so many people who died unjustly?

We absolutely must see the culprit brought to justice!

The left-wing general was about to retort, but his words suddenly caught in his throat as he saw several more people gradually approaching from the shadows of the tent behind him!

"Who?! Who is it—!"

The general on the left suddenly drew his sword and aimed it directly at the corner.

The next moment, the angry shout turned into a shrill scream—four or five mutilated corpses slowly emerged from the corner, approaching him step by step.

As his gaze gradually shifted to his surroundings, he was shocked to discover that more and more mutilated corpses were closing in on him!

It was a terrifying sight that even Du Yuan found extremely chilling.

However, this was followed by a long sigh; the devastation in the southwest was now truly tangible. In such circumstances, it was even more unimaginable what the Left Route General, the main culprit, should be like!

"Someone is coming, someone is coming!"

While calling out to his personal guards outside the tent, the left-wing general suddenly drew his sword from his waist and slashed wildly at the air.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way!" The blade, swung wildly, accidentally sliced ​​his arm, splattering blood on his face, but he was oblivious, instead laughing even more maniacally: "I am the Great General! The leader of the righteous army that will become emperor! You bastards! Even in death you should be at my command!"

Hearing the commotion, the guards outside the tent rushed into the tent, only to find the general seemingly insane.

And the immortal who always watched with indifference.

After a moment of stunned silence, the guards rushed forward to stop the left-wing general from continuing his rampage.

But upon seeing them approach, the other party became even more agitated, as if they had seen a demon.
"You dare come any closer! Die! Die! All of you, die!"

In a fit of shock and rage, the left-wing general cut down several of his personal guards.

This frightened Pang Yu so much that he dared not come forward again.

"General, what's wrong? It's us!"

The general on the left flank paid no heed and continued to swing his sword at the wronged souls that were closing in from all directions.

During this time, he chased after and killed several of his personal guards.

There was no other way; the deputy general outside the tent could only order his personal guards to charge forward with their shields and subdue him.

Even when his body was being pushed to the ground by his personal guards from all sides, he still kept shouting incoherently:

"Kill them all! I killed you all in life, and now I'll kill you all again. I'll make sure you can't even be ghosts!"

Seeing the left-wing general gradually going mad, all the personal guards had the same thought in their minds—has he really gone insane?!
"Aren't you wondering what he saw?"

Du Yuan then spoke, looking at the personal guards and the generals under the left wing.

The other side vaguely realized something, and some of those on the perimeter had already quietly escaped. They were afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would never be able to leave again.

Others hurriedly knelt on the ground and said:
"My lord, please bear witness! My lord, please bear witness! We were forced into this situation! It's either them or us! We have no other choice!"

Du Yuan sighed and said:

Do you yourselves really believe that?

Everyone gasped in shock, but what was even more terrifying was that the immortal actually spoke to them:

"And you shouldn't say this to me. You should tell them that they really think you have no other choice. That's the truth. What I, as an outsider, think is not important."

Then, Du Yuan looked at them and said:
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor; what you owe, you must repay—it's only right and proper."

As Du Yuan finished speaking, these people finally saw the horrifying scene that the Left Route General had witnessed—countless mutilated corpses were densely packed around the camp!

Looking around, they couldn't see their companions at all; all they could see were the pitiful people who had died tragically at their hands!

"what--!"

"No, no!"

"Grandpa, spare me!"

The screams of agony rose and fell incessantly.

Countless guards tried to escape, but were immediately entangled by countless wronged souls.

Seeing this scene, Du Yuan took out a Yin Virtue Treasure Coin from the small seal, then lit it and placed it on the ground, saying:
"If you are missing anything, please go and make up for it yourselves. After that, please pass away peacefully!"

Upon hearing this, the personal guards, generals, and the left-wing general all rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and then began to convulse.

The chaos attracted more soldiers, but they could only see people lying on the ground, not what had happened.

Du Yuan saw all of this clearly.

That is the wronged souls whose bodies are incomplete, digging out the missing pieces from their bodies to make up for them!
This number of people is certainly not enough to make up for the wronged souls of so many disaster victims; however, the wronged souls are seeking 'meaning' rather than 'reality'.

I vented my anger and filled the void in my heart.

Naturally, one can let go of attachments and be reborn in the Pure Land.

The heavy rain was still falling, which was the only thing that Du Yuan hadn't expected today.

It wasn't until he looked up at the dragon painted in the sky that he suddenly understood the cause and effect.

The painted dragon let out a mournful cry towards the central command tent, then swung its tail and disappeared into the depths of the clouds. Its mission should have ended long ago, but Heaven had spared it a little longer.

Du Yuan stepped out of the tent and headed towards the central command tent, braving the wind and rain.

Who says the heavens are unwelcoming? A blizzard sweeps away a stranger.

This scene and this feeling are just like this moment!
(End of this chapter)