He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 438 Master Chen
Heads fell to the ground one after another, and the smell of blood covered the sky.

Even the scorching sun above the nine heavens was now shrouded in dark clouds.

The heavy rain caused the blood to seep into the ground.

Nearly two million Buddhists fell, and the ground was littered with corpses.

Even soldiers who had fought for many years had never seen such a scene.

When the last Buddhist fell, they held their knives and looked at the endless mountain of corpses.

Everyone was stunned.

Even though they did it themselves, they still couldn't believe that they had killed so many people.

Some civil officials cried out behind the army: "They shouldn't have died!"

"Why is the commander-in-chief so ruthless? Those lives were all lost by my people!"

"Blood is boiling, resentment is like an ocean, the three thousand miles of Buddhist country has turned into purgatory. There is no justice in the world, and there is no mercy in the world!"

They were still howling when they saw teams of soldiers coming towards them.

Tread-tap-

The sound of horse hooves approached, and Xu Wanqun, dressed in black armor, came in front of these civil servants and looked down at them.

Cold eyes and a chilling tone.

"We killed him. Even if there is retribution in the future, it will not be your turn. Why are you crying here?"

"Could it be that your parents were among those who died?"

Xu Wanqun said coldly: "The commander-in-chief has ordered that you civil servants have eaten too much recently, so you should exercise. All of you should run a hundred miles. Anyone who can't run will be punished by military law!"

A group of soldiers came out holding iron rods, making the civil officials turn pale and sweat all over.

Just as a civilian official was about to speak, he was knocked to the ground by a soldier swinging an iron rod.

"Run!" Xu Wanqun shouted harshly.

The civil servants were trembling all over, but they had to run.

The soldiers holding iron rods had killed so many people that their eyes were red.

No matter what rank you are as a civil servant, if you disobey orders, they will really beat you to death with sticks.

In front of Mount Xumi, hundreds of thousands of soldiers have already formed their battle array.

All the Divine Martial Realm warriors are standing in the front.

The power of the battle formation continued to gather, making their aura more and more powerful.

The weapon in his hand was emitting a bright light.

Ma Ningyan was at the front of the formation. She raised the knife in her hand and shouted, "Kill!"

The sword energy of more than a hundred feet long chopped out with a bang and hit the body hard.

A large amount of rocks rolled down, and the walking dead in the area naturally died miserably.

No one cared about this. All the warriors in the Divine Martial Realm were like Ma Ningyan, swinging their weapons with all their might.

Mount Xumi is very high, tens of thousands of meters high.

Even the sword energy that surpasses the peak of the Divine Martial Realm seems insignificant in front of it.

But Ma Ningyan and others didn't care at all. They just swung their weapons and continued to destroy the structure of the mountain.

Even Mount Sumeru, which is tens of thousands of meters high, cannot withstand such non-stop attacks.

The mountain gradually collapsed, with loud rumbling sounds continuing.

Even thousands of miles away, one could feel the violent shock of the fall of this majestic mountain.

People who could see Mount Sumeru looked over here in astonishment.

They watched helplessly as the towering mountain fell down and disappeared from their sight.

The same was true for Jiang Lin, who witnessed the destruction of Mount Sumeru and the Buddhist Kingdom.

I also saw with my own eyes the millions of zombies being crushed to death by the broken rocks.

The fallen Mount Sumeru is no longer just a mountain, but also an enormous grave.

Jiang Lin suddenly thought of the 100,000 ascetics he had exiled. At that time, the broken Mount Sumeru was almost restored.

Although he did not notice whether there were any remaining bones in the mountain at that time, he thought there should be some.

The restored Mount Sumeru has 100,000 ascetics, the Four Saints of the Ten Gates, and the Sumeru Wheel that had been weakened for more than 400 years.

The world of [Picturesque World] has almost been proven to belong to a certain section of the long river of history.

So the so-called exile is equivalent to taking asceticism and Sumeru Chakra to a certain period of history.

How would these people have fared during that period of history?
Will they rebuild a Buddhist kingdom like their ancestors did?
Jiang Lin even wondered, is it possible that the so-called Buddhist kingdom was established by his own hard practice in exile?

If this is true, then this history seems to have become some kind of reincarnation event.

Rumbling--

The noise was so loud that it seemed enough to break a person's ears.

Many civil servants with low cultivation had been shaken to the point that their limbs became limp and their mouths and noses bled.

But they couldn't stop. If they stopped, they would be beaten fiercely by the soldiers with iron sticks.

These soldiers really dare to fight, and they look like they want to beat you to death on the spot.

Mount Sumeru was shattered into pieces and the civil officials were beaten to a bloody mess.

There were many people busy before and after the battle.

It was not until a long time later that Mount Sumeru collapsed completely.

Despite this, it is still tall and forms a mountain range.

Occasionally, some broken limbs can still be seen among the rocks, but they are no longer important.

An extremely powerful aura was born from Ma Ningyan's body.

A violent wind swept through, and endless energy from heaven and earth rushed in and poured into her body.

A firm heart of Tao is taking shape.

In the process of destroying Mount Sumeru, she realized what faith is.

It took the deaths of millions of people to successfully condense this heart of Tao.

What does it mean that one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers?

It's simply not enough to describe it.

Jiang Lin stood aside, feeling the faith that was becoming increasingly colder but as hard as steel.

Knowing this, Ma Ningyan finally let go of the last bit of compassion in her heart.

The Sumeru Wheel was too deeply involved with those young children and women to be completely distanced.

A few days later, this place was incorporated into the territory of Daqian and renamed Sangzhou.

The scope of Sangzhou is limited to the farthest place where the children live.

In order to control the Sumeru Wheel, Ma Ningyan ordered the relocation of some people to take care of young children, while reducing various resources.

Even many rivers were moved away by a group of people in the Divine Martial Realm.

The land in Sangzhou was deliberately destroyed and became extremely barren and unsuitable for living.

According to Ma Ningyan, when one day there is no one left here, that will be the day when the Sumeru Wheel will be completely destroyed.

Maybe it will take decades, maybe hundreds of years, but it will be accomplished one day.

Only Jiang Lin understood that even if another four hundred years passed, this would not be accomplished.

Even if all the children and women of that time died, there would still be remnants of the Buddhist kingdom left.

From then on, he practiced asceticism and continued to survive.

But there is no point in saying these words.

Everything that could be done was done.

The rest is God's will.

The army left Sangzhou and did not continue the expedition.

This battle left too many people exhausted both physically and mentally.

Even Ma Ningyan, who had concentrated her Dao heart and formally entered the Daowu realm, was the same.

They need some time to digest all the negative emotions here.

Among the border troops, some soldiers took the initiative to ask to go home and farm after the war. They made it clear that they had killed too many people and the blood on their hands was too much to wash or rub off.

I never want to hold a knife again in my life.

Ma Ningyan did not refuse their request. Anyone who wanted to retire and return home could go.

After the war, in addition to the one million border troops who died in Sangzhou, at least hundreds of thousands left, and the overall reduction in personnel was close to 40%.

But those who stayed had stronger beliefs.

If they can withstand a war like this, what else can't they overcome?
These are the real backbone of the border troops in the future!

After returning to the capital, which had been renamed Jinzhou Lin'an Prefecture, Ma Ningyan stayed in the palace for several months without leaving, and no one knew what she was doing.

Gu An Ning, who had already become emperor, was extremely busy facing heavy state affairs.

After learning the inside story of the battle in Sangzhou, he dropped everything and went to find Jiang Lin.

"I really don't like this world!" Gu An Ning clenched his fists.

He is already an adult, but he is still not mature enough.

Being an emperor was extremely painful for him.

Especially in the Buddhist country of Sangzhou, where millions of people died, Gu An Ning really didn't want to sit in that position again for a moment.

Jiang Lin looked at the young man with a green beard, sighed slightly, and said, "If you are tired, take a break, go out for a walk, or take a look."

"Grandpa, can you accompany me?" Gu An Ning asked.

Jiang Lin put down the hammer in his hand, and other blacksmiths immediately came forward respectfully to take over the remaining work.

"Then let's go. I'll take you for a walk." Jiang Lin said.

Gu An Ning walked side by side with him and asked, "Do you have an answer to the question I asked Great Grandfather earlier?"

"The one where your fist isn't hard enough?"

"Ah."

Jiang Lin shook his head: "I haven't thought of it yet."

Gu An Ning said "oh" and said nothing.

Jiang Lin knew that he was resentful, and said: "Perhaps you should also go to a very far place like your mother. Maybe when you come back, you will..."

"Although my mother has never told me what is in the Faraway Land, from what she said, even if we conquer ten or forty more states, we will still be unable to defeat them."

Gu An Ning asked: "Since it is something that cannot be defeated by force, how can we win? If we cannot win, what is the meaning of the current conquest?"

"Grandfather, if there is no answer to that question, all of this is just a meaningless dispute."

Jiang Lin couldn't refute it, he didn't know what was in that far place.

But if what Ma Ningyan said was true, then even if forty states were conquered and they could not resist, then it all seemed to be meaningless.

It makes no difference whether you do it or not.

But I always feel that it should be different, but I can’t explain it clearly.

The two fell into a brief silence and came to the street. Jiang Lin's tall and burly figure naturally attracted many people's attention.

Everyone knew his identity, but they didn't know much about Gu An Ning.

Gu An Ning was very happy about this. He was tired of the quarrels among the civil servants in the court, and after the quarrels they would seemingly respectfully ask for his opinion.

I had a different opinion from these people and we had another argument.

very annoying.

What's the point of being an emperor? It would be better to live in that quiet courtyard back then.

At that time, although Gu An Ning was young, he still wanted to hold a three-foot sword and go to the battlefield to help his mother kill the enemy.

But now, he threw away all his weapons and did not even allow the guards around him to bring them with him.

Such behavior is obviously inappropriate for an emperor.

But since he is the emperor, what he says is what counts.

Jiang Lin walked aimlessly along the way. He just came out to relax.

Making magic bows for the Western Barbarians every day is really boring.

At this time, Gu An Ning suddenly pulled him.

Jiang Lin stopped and looked in the direction he was looking.

A few meters away, I saw a blind girl of seven or eight years old kneeling on the ground begging.

She kept kowtowing to people passing by, trying to beg for food.

But these days many people can't even get enough to eat, so how could they have extra food for her?

Another beggar appeared in Jiang Lin's sight.

He was about forty or fifty years old. For some unknown reason, he had lost his legs and walked on a wheelbarrow made of several wooden boards.

Wearing tattered clothes covered in dust.

When he approached the blind girl, he stopped.

He reached out to brush off the dust on his body, then lifted up his clothes and sniffed it, seeming to find it a bit unpleasant.

He then went to another store, kowtowed to the shopkeeper inside, said some nice words, and picked a fresh flower from the flower bed at the door.

Pick the petals one by one, crush them and apply them all over the body.

Finally, he lifted up the clothes and smelled them, then showed some satisfaction.

Then, he supported himself on the ground with his hands and slid the wheelbarrow to the blind girl.

The blind girl seemed to smell something. She raised her head, and her horrifying pale eyes revealed a hint of joy.

"Master Chen, are you here?"

The old beggar coughed and said, "Well, your nose is getting better and better."

"Because every time Mr. Chen comes, he brings the scent of flowers. Although the scent is different sometimes, I know it must be you!" said the blind girl.

"clever."

As the old beggar spoke, he carefully took out an oil-paper bag from his arms.

The warm aroma wafted into his nose, he swallowed, and then opened the oil paper package.

Inside was half a roast chicken, the golden and shiny chicken meat looked particularly appetizing.

The old beggar did not hesitate too much. He just stared at it for a few breaths, swallowed his saliva a few times, and then put it in the blind girl's hands.

"This is what's left over from today's meal. It's too greasy. I'm giving it to you as a reward."

When the blind girl smelled the fragrance, she quickly held the food in her hands and kowtowed to the old beggar.

"Thank you, Master Chen. Thank you, Master Chen!"

The old beggar was physically unable to help her, and saw Gu An Ning and Jiang Lin watching nearby.

He showed a slightly embarrassed expression, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Jiang Lin and Gu An Ning both understood that he didn't want them to tell the truth, so they just watched in silence.

The old beggar then turned around and said, "Enough, stop talking nonsense. I still have a lot of things to do. I won't talk to you, girl."

The blind girl seemed to hear the sound of wheels turning, and hurriedly said, "It rained yesterday, and the road is slippery. Master Chen should be careful when riding in the carriage."

"Of course." The old beggar supported himself on the ground and turned around on his unicycle.

Then he bowed to Jiang Lin and Gu An Ning to express his gratitude before leaving.

The blind girl kowtowed a few more times in the direction he left, then opened the oil paper package, carefully tore off a piece of chicken and put it into her mouth.

She chewed slowly, a satisfied, happy smile on her face.

Even if it is leftovers from others' meals, it is still meat and tastes good.

Gu An Ning walked over, squatted in front of the blind girl, glanced at the chicken, and didn't see anything wrong.

He looked at the blind girl again and asked, "Do you know the person who gave you the meat?"

The blind girl quickly put down the meat in her hand and replied while bowing her head subconsciously: "That's Master Chen, he often comes to bring me food."

often?

Gu An Ning turned around and looked at Jiang Lin. It turned out that he was an acquaintance and he was not trying to kidnap the child.

Just thinking about the old beggar's behavior just now, Gu An Ning couldn't help but ask: "Why do you call him Master Chen? Do you know who he is?"

(End of this chapter)