Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Inside Wuliang Temple

Everyone knelt in front of the Buddha statue, their faces solemn, and they kept chanting something. A young monk came running over and shouted in panic: "Master, many soldiers have come to the foot of the mountain and said they want to... destroy the temple."

The voice suddenly paused, and the host opened his eyes with relief in his eyes: "This day has finally come. Let's go, we should go down and accept the karma we deserve."

Wuyou said with a painful look on his face: "Master, there is a secret passage in the back mountain. We just need to follow the secret passage, hide and do good deeds to atone for our sins. We will definitely be forgiven by the Buddha in the future. There is no need to die now."

The host clasped his hands together, with a compassionate look on his face: "Wuyou, when Wuliang Temple helped him commit evil, he had already lost his way. The whole world belongs to the king. Now that they can come, they must have known everything."

"For our sins, only death can forgive them. There is no point in living in vain. Let's go, it's time to get down the mountain."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, turned around and left without hesitation. The others stood up and walked outside with a dead silence in their eyes. Wuyou glanced at the Buddha statue, closed his eyes, and followed.

foot of the mountain

Several countries sent troops, and the force was mighty and powerful.

One person exclaimed: "Look, it looks like the temple on the mountain is on fire."

Su Xuemei snorted softly, "Could it be that those bald asses are too ashamed to face the people, so they committed the act of self-immolation? How spineless! It's a pity that this temple is respected by the people, but it's so filthy in private."

“…No, they came down and didn’t set themselves on fire.”

They all looked over and saw that indeed, hundreds of people were slowly coming down the mountain and walking towards them. They had nothing in their hands and it was obvious that they had no intention of resisting. Of course, resistance was useless because since they had come, there was no way they would let anyone go.

The host walked up to them, clasped his hands together and chanted a few words, his expression calm: "Everyone, I have kept you waiting for a long time. I wonder what you are going to do with us?"

Si Ling glanced at him and said indifferently: "Bring you to the people and make public everything you have done. How to deal with you depends on what the people think..."

"Well, I see. That's exactly how it should be."

"Before I die, can I ask which venerable person killed that thing? Is he here?"

Su Xuemei frowned, a little unhappy: "Why are you asking so many questions? You don't have any plan, do you want to make a meaningless struggle? This saint tells you that it is impossible. Even if you escape, you will still face endless pursuit."

The host raised his lips slightly, with a compassionate look on his face: "Donor, you have misunderstood. I have never thought of escaping. I was just curious about what the venerable who could kill that person looks like."

"...Then you waited in vain. She didn't come. We were the only ones here this time. There's nothing to see. She's just a little girl who loves to eat. Even if you want to see her, she may not want you to see her."

"By the way, you monks are compassionate, so why did you help it and do things that hurt the people? Don't you know that this is a road of no return?"

Wuyou stepped forward upon hearing this, his eyes becoming complicated: "No, the host knows it, but it threatened the host that if you don't help it catch people, it will destroy every village one by one, and the first one will be the destruction of Wuliang Temple."

"The host did these things for us. If we are guilty, we all deserve to die."

Su Xuemei's eyes fell on him, her eyes were full of sarcasm: "Oh, you are still monks, you are so stupid, you can't see clearly such a thing, what about destroying the village? If it really has this ability, it won't come to you."

"To put it bluntly, you can't. That's why you have to find a group of scapegoats. You have many people who believe in you in various countries. With your compassion, even if you let some people disappear quietly, no one will notice anything wrong."

"You are only helping it to commit evil because you are afraid of death. In the end, you even have to find a high-sounding excuse. You are really unworthy of being a monk. You don't deserve to live. Stop talking nonsense. Come, take them away."

Wuyou's eyes dimmed and he wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent. Yes, how could they not know this, but if they didn't want to die, they had to do it. One wrong step would lead to all the wrong steps. There was no way back for them.

The people from Wuliang Temple were locked up in wooden prisons. When they passed through towns along the way, they began to worry. With the notices posted before, the people naturally knew why these people were imprisoned.

Those who had lost family members had prepared rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves long beforehand, and when the prison van passed by, they threw them at it, their eyes red as they shouted, "Damn you, you really deserve to die."

"My little stone, even if I die in your hands, and still in that half-human, half-ghost look, I will smash you to death."

Wuyou felt a pain on his forehead, rotten eggs slid down his cheeks, the stench went straight into his nose, and his face instantly became ugly. He grew up in a temple since he was a child and had never suffered such humiliation. He raised his hand and wanted to fight back.

A cold gaze swept over him. He subconsciously raised his head and shuddered when he met Si Ling's cold eyes. He had no doubt that if he took action, the man would definitely take action.

The host clasped his hands together and looked at Wuyou with eyes like a pool of stagnant water: "Wuyou, don't do it. This is the punishment we deserve. Only when we suffer more can we be forgiven after death."

"...Tsk, Master, you think too much. The Buddha forgives good people, but you never do. Whether it's harming the people or the so-called fortune-telling, how many people have been killed?"

Su Xuemei looked at him with sarcasm, and said bluntly: "Before, you said something about a disaster star. All those who were identified as disaster stars by you are not alive. Oh, no, there are still some. Jiang Li is still alive, but she is alive because her fists are strong enough."

"You have thought of many ways to kill her, but you just can't do anything. You can only jump up and down, right? Stop flattering yourself. Even if there is no such thing, you deserve to die for your fortune-telling, which is nine out of ten wrong."

"...!"

Silent, as silent as death.

The compassionate smile on the host's face disappeared unconsciously. His whole body became stiff and tense. He was obviously a little overwhelmed by what was said. He lowered his head and no one knew what he was thinking.

Su Xuemei felt happy when she saw that no one was talking. Tsk tsk, she felt unhappy when she heard the hypocritical words. It would be better if they were all mute. They were sinners to begin with, so how could they get any redemption? Bah, it was nothing.

After parading through various countries, the people of Wuliang Temple were in low spirits and were taken to the stage to be beheaded. They had relieved smiles on their faces, as it was finally almost over, and it was a good thing that they didn't have to suffer this torture anymore.

As for what will happen after death, it doesn't matter anymore. Now they just want to die. Death is a kind of relief...