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At the same time, Rakshasa Kingdom.

The capital of the kingdom, the gate of the city.

An ox cart came faintly, and the bells jingled.More than a hundred strong men in scholar robes guarded the old man sitting on the bullock cart.

King Rakshasa was shocked!

'woo woo woo woo'

The horn of battle was sounded.

"quick!"

"The bandits from the five continents have arrived at the gate of the capital!"

"Oh my god, how brave you are. The foreign bandits dare to come to Raksha country?'

"Are you kidding me, who gave him guts?"

"Shh, I heard that the prince personally attracted it. This seems to be a saint from heaven and earth!"

"What? A saint?"

"What is a saint?"

"I heard that this old man named Wuzhou Zhisao is a spiritual root born during the period of the primordial world. He has mastered [-] secrets in the world and understands everything in the world. Saint. This time the prince went out and met him by chance, and he actually abandoned his sect views, did not fear the identity of the prince at all, and was willing to enter the Raksha Kingdom alone."

"Hiss—sure enough?"

"It's true!"

"..."

In an instant, there was a major earthquake in Rakshasa.

Countless strong men in the capital flew into the sky one after another, scrambling to look down, to see the wise man.

On the city tower, countless dignitaries and nobles in the capital all ran to the top of the city.He poked his neck and looked down.

Pointing and pointing, extremely surprised.Many of them have never seen what the Five Continents Bandits look like.

A moment later, a general from the royal capital came out of the city gate and shouted loudly: "Brave bandits. Who gave you the courage to come to Rakshasa Kingdom? Aren't you afraid of death?"

The voice fell.

The more than 100 Mahayana stage powerhouses who protected Zhisou took a step back in fright, trembling, but there was an undisguised hatred in their eyes.

After a while, the old man on the bullock cart slowly raised his head and looked directly at the general.

The eyes are neither sad nor happy, just staring at him so firmly, staring straight at him.

look at each other.

silence.

For a long time, the general of the capital of the Raksha Kingdom exclaimed in his heart: He is indeed a legendary saint, only at the golden core stage, but his aura is not inferior to mine.

Looking at each other for a long time made the general feel a little shaken in his heart.

Some dodged, and some said submissively: "What are you doing in my Raksha country?"

The wise old man opened his mouth lightly, and even spoke a foreign language fluently: "I came from the universe, and I started to enlighten the world."

The general frowned: "How dare you speak nonsense when you are at the Jindan stage?"

Zhisou smiled contemptuously: "Is cultivation important?"

The general said in a daze, "It's important."

The wise old man smiled slightly: "Then let me ask you, what is the purpose of your cultivation?"

The general was silent for a while, he was thinking about Zhisou's question carefully.And he doesn't understand, the wise old man's question... can't think about it!

"I practice to protect my people."

The wise old man asked again, "Why do you protect your people?"

"This... we have the same root and origin, of course I want to protect it."

"If the gods descend from the sky, you will be rewarded with great benefits to make you ascend from the ground. Do you choose to ascend, or do you choose to stop here forever and continue to protect your people?"

The general looked at Zhisou in astonishment, he hesitated for a while, and was about to say something with a red face.

The wise old man interrupted: "You are silent."

"I do not have!"

"You have. I saw that you were silent, and your silence is a sign of hesitation. It is a sign of a guilty conscience. A guilty conscience means that even if you insist on saying that you don't have it on the surface, you have already got the answer in your heart, isn't it? Is it?"

"This...I'm special..."

"Hush. Don't talk, listen to me."

The wise old man smiled softly, waved his hands, and patted the cart: "Come, come and sit."

The general hesitated for a long time with a complicated face, then walked to the bullock cart, sat on the bullock cart, and sat next to Zhisou: "What do you want to say..."

"Shh, don't talk, listen carefully."

The wise old man patted him on the shoulder gently, and said softly: "The purpose of your practice, at first, is to live forever. It is to gain the attention of others. It is to make yourself stronger, and then enjoy a more prestigious enjoyment." .”

The general was extremely embarrassed: "No, don't talk nonsense, I was born to protect the capital, we are Rakshasa, the whole country is of one mind, don't let people misunderstand me..."

"Hush. Be quiet!"

The wise old man smiled lightly: "Admit it, everyone is like this. However, sometimes we are tired from cultivation, we might as well calm down and think about it, what are we doing for?"

The general looked at Zhisou blankly: "For what?"

"For the true meaning of life, for detachment and freedom. For freedom, for all the impulses in our hearts. We can do whatever we want. I'm sleepy, and I can sleep on the ground without caring about other people's faces. I'm hungry, If I want to eat the food in your bowl, I can eat it without any worries...for great freedom."

The general was aggrieved: "Isn't this mentally handicapped? That idiot in our village was like that when I was young."

"Let me ask you, does the fool smile every day?"

The general thought about it carefully: "Although it is, but..."

"Hush, listen to me. Let me ask you again, do you remember... the last time you smiled, when was it, and why?"

The general said in a deep voice: "Last time I led troops to fight against the bandits from all five continents, and I won a complete victory. I returned to the Raksha Kingdom and was greatly appreciated."

"Who did you appreciate?"

"King, and my people!"

Zhisou smiled contemptuously, and then his smile became wider and wider: "Ahahahaha."

Laugh unscrupulously.

This smile made the general panic: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhisou looked at the general as if looking at garbage, and said coldly: "Then you are not worthy of talking to me. I misread you."

"No, what's the matter with you..."

"The last time I smiled, it was because I got the national

King's praise?Think about it carefully, if no one praises you, heh... what are you?But rubbish.It's nothing but a waste, nothing more than an ear rake in the mud.You will be happy when others praise you.If others don't save you, you will lose your smile.You are alive, and you are just a dog raised by others from beginning to end..."

"What are you..."

"I threw a small ball and the dog picked it up and begged for mercy. Are you making me happy? I praise the dog. Is the dog happy? You...answer me!"

The general gritted his teeth: "You..."

"Shh, answer me."

"What am I..."

"answer me!"

The general took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Yes."

"happy happy.."

With a 'hum—', the king of Rakshasa, the general, turned the hair of the strong man in the Mahayana period four times, and counted them instantly.

The skin all over his body turned red, on the verge of collapsing into rage.

But the wise old man smiled slightly: "I'm not afraid of you, so what if you kill me? I'm at the golden elixir stage, and I don't use force to win. I've traveled around the world, whether I keep the gates of the world, and see the changes. Xiu For the sake of you, you kill me like crushing an ant. But will you be happy? My words have already planted a seed in your heart... One day, it will become your inner demon. And you killed me , this heart demon will never be resolved."

hiss--

The general took a deep breath, pointed at Zhisou collapsed, with tears in his eyes: "What are you going to do!"

The dignified four-turn Mahayana stage powerhouse is already hovering on the verge of being brainwashed...

The king spent thousands of years brainwashing him to be loyal to Raksha.

Zhisou's words washed him back and told him not to be loyal.

No one knows why and when Zhisou came.And how could they go deep into the hinterland and come to the capital of Rakshasa King.These are all unsolved mysteries.

I don't know whether he wants to save the country with curves, or... has a bigger conspiracy.No one knows.

The wise old man smiled slightly: "From today onwards, follow me."

"what?"

The general looked suspicious: "Say it again? What did you say?"|"

The wise old man laughed loudly: "Let's go, enter the capital."

Turning to look at the general: "Before I leave Rakshasa, you still have three days to think about it. The next stop, I will travel to other countries. You think about it slowly, this is the first time I have taken the initiative to let people follow me Me. Because, you have a root of detachment, you have a root of freedom and freedom."

With that said, the convoy entered the city.

And the general stood there stupidly, dazed.

At this time, another Wuzhou Mahayana patted him on the shoulder with a light smile, and said with a smile: "The wise old man never pretends to be a saint, but he is a real saint. This is the first time you take the initiative to invite, so don't offend the saint." Heart. The sage gives you a chance today, and tomorrow, you will reap a future."

"Think about it carefully, the wise man closest to God will let you understand the meaning of life."

'Jingle Bell'

The bell of the bullock cart rang.

The general stood in the middle of the road, staring blankly at Zhisou's leaving back, and murmured: "What's wrong with me?"

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Chapter 228 Wen Qiang sighs three times

I have to go to Raksha country!

I have to learn the common language of Tongtian Realm.

It's not that I want to complete the system tasks, but because I want to save Fatty Ju.

Li Wenqiang stood on the hill, thinking about his future life direction with a solemn expression. He faintly felt that it was time for him to do something for his mount.

"Panger Ju was taken away because it has the blood of the cultivation world, so it must have a very bad life, right?"

Li Wenqiang sighed, and he already had a sense of the picture in his mind: "Will someone from the Tongtian Realm bully him? Put him in a cage and send him to the circus, let him get caught in a ring of fire or something, no Going through a ring of fire is a whip..."

The more Li Wenqiang thought about it, the more he frowned. As he thought about it, he thought of the picture of Fatty Ju being bullied, abused, whipped, and living a life that would be worse than death.

After a long time, a faint sigh:

"If it's what I thought it would be..."

"If it is really abused and bullied. It will hide in the corner and cry silently every full moon night, remembering what I Xuanzhen did to it? Maybe only when it is bullied one day Only when it is exhausted can it recall how kind its owner Xuanzhen was to it, right?"

"In this way... when I, Xuanzhen, descended from the sky and rescued it, it might be willing to recognize me, Xuanzhen, as its master. It must be like this!"

The more Li Wenqiang thought about it, the more he felt right.

Things should be viewed from a dialectical perspective, and everything has two sides.For example, when Fatty Ju was captured by a monster, you can't always think that it's a bad thing.You have to think about it, what if he is a good thing?

What if the enemy helped me abuse Ju Fat, making Ju Fat miss the days with me even more?

Ju Pang'er is so fat that he has no fighting power.What if the enemy trains it for itself, so that when we meet again, it will have combat effectiveness and lose weight at the same time?