[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

With the help of Aokiji, I am even more powerful, and the plan to expand the number of followers of the Pure Land God has been implemented very smoothly.On the one hand, she deepened her husband's belief in the gods, and on the other hand, she searched for suitable candidates among the nobles of various countries, and transformed them into believers who believed in the existence of the Pure Land God one by one.

Of course, these nobles are all cunning and cunning, they don’t see rabbits or hawks, and they all joined the religion after witnessing the "miracle" I performed.Some of them want to regain their youth, some want to gain a longer lifespan, and some want to gain great power. Except for the last one, I fulfill all the little wishes of others.

Aokiji told me that these nobles are all people who control the real power of various countries. Only by winning over them first can other nobles become believers. At that time, I don’t need to show so-called miracles or satisfy their wishes. Because naturally someone told him that as long as the belief is strong enough, the wish can be realized.

I deeply believe that if you pay a lot to attract a group of people first, you will not be able to respond to their requests later, otherwise it will appear that miracles are too cheap. These people must be convinced that only by truly believing in God and putting in their own efforts can they achieve those seemingly unattainable goals. wishes.

As for those nobles who pursue power...the nobles have money and power. If they master power, they will destroy the rules of my game.

Their deaths did not cause much disturbance, because the vacated interests made others exhausted from fighting, and there was no extra energy to think about how one after another the great nobles "died suddenly" and died.

In addition to the rapid increase of believers among the nobles, the five ninjas who left me before also achieved outstanding results.From time to time, they send me letters telling me how many people they have persuaded to become compatriots today.Compared with the nobles who are accustomed to intrigue, ordinary civilians and ninjas seem to have simpler brain circuits, and their wishes are much simpler, and they are very easy to satisfy.

Especially the ninjas, Kong has great power but never thought of resisting the nobles and gaining power by himself. The so-called wishes are nothing more than some money, the treatment of serious injuries, or gaining more powerful power.For these ninjas, I asked them to go directly to persuade them one by one. Sometimes accidental death will occur if they accidentally use too much force.

At this time, before I said anything, other believers comforted me in turn.They will say that you don't have to feel guilty, sir, because this person has no blessings and cannot enjoy the glory you bestowed on him, but it doesn't matter that he sacrificed his life to the God of Pure Land, and he deserves to die.

I don't know how this statement got out, and more and more believers believe it.They believe that in addition to helping others persuade others to believe in the gods, sacrificing their own lives is also a way to gain the approval of the gods.Some people even say that when they are favored by the Pure Land God, people who die because of sacrificing their lives can be resurrected by the god like Master Jing.

Human beings always seem to be able to find their own way to convince themselves, I don't need to come up with rhetoric, they have found a very reasonable explanation by themselves.

Even those who have been turned into mummies by me, the dry corpses after death are also worshiped by believers-because they believe that these people are all to help the Pure Land God gain enough divine power, and then to help more people.

Before that, except for Little Fox and his village who believed in the fox god (that is, Nine Tails), I hadn't heard of other examples of believing in gods. It seems that this part of the world has always been blank.The nobles fought each other for money and power, commanding the ninjas to fight back and forth, and the ninjas sacrificed their lives for it, while other civilians survived in the cracks of these wars.These three groups of people have never believed in gods, and no one has ever thought of the existence of so-called gods (although Sage of the Six Paths claims to be a sage, every ninja knows that he is actually a human being).

Now the existence of this higher than human being is shaped by me, and people's belief gaps have been filled.Having never experienced religious|religious brainwashing|brainwashing, they had no resistance, and they prostrated themselves under the robe of the "Pure Land God" at an incredible speed.

I didn't expect the ranks of believers to grow so quickly. Even Aokiji told me that sometimes she couldn't help but believe that the god we made up existed.

"Otherwise, how could you appear in front of me with such a young attitude. We were the same age when we met last time, but now I am much older than you." She touched the corners of her eyes and sighed, her eyes full of sadness.

It seems that as long as it is a woman, it will be a headache for its perishable youth. I jokingly said to her: "Then do you want me to show you a 'miracle', so that you can regain your youth?"

The so-called aging of the appearance, in my opinion, is nothing more than the energy on the surface of the body disappearing with age. As long as it is fully replenished, that person can return to youth. This is how I helped Mrs. Daimyo of the Land of Fire before. , making her the most steadfast believer in the Pure Land God.

Aokiji glanced at the Yata mirror in my hand, her eyes showed that she felt longing even in the siege: "Is it possible? I don't believe in the heresy of the Pure Land God at all."

This is what believers now call those who refuse to believe in the gods and cannot be persuaded. They say that heretics are all to be damned, and they must use their lives to be forgiven by the gods.

"Of course it doesn't matter. If you also get younger, you will be more persuasive among noble believers." I said this, mobilizing the energy stored in the mirror, and the eight-foot mirror emitted a light that ordinary people cannot see: "Let me Think about how to explain that you didn't get younger in the first place..."

"Let's just say that I didn't have enough faith in the beginning. Until today, I used my day and night hard work and prayers to impress the God of Pure Land and let him grant blessings." Under my signal, Aokiji picked up the Yata mirror and looked at himself Then he widened his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and murmured in disbelief: "Really... I became younger..."

She raised her eyes and looked at me: "How did you do it? I suddenly became what I was when I was 20 years old."

That's right, I have consumed a lot of energy, and I need to find those "heresy" to replenish.I thought to myself, and answered her with a smile on my face: "It is the power bestowed on me by the Great God of Pure Land. As long as you make more efforts, one day you will be able to remain young forever without my help."

Hearing my explanation, Aokiji rolled his eyes without aristocratic style: "I won't believe it if I tell you."

However, I could see that while she was speaking disbelief, there was obvious shaking in the depths of her eyes.

She really believed in the existence of gods.

From the very beginning, I was told that everything was fabricated by me. The shrewd woman has now begun to believe my lies.

I sneered in my heart: this is the sorrow of the powerless.So what if it is a great nobleman, even if it is a lady who controls the power of a country, human beings always try to find a reasonable explanation for things they cannot understand, and often use the power of another higher-level creature to facilitate explain everything.

In fact, this is also applicable to ninjas.They believed in power, and when they saw power beyond their own understanding, they couldn't help but believe that it was the power of God.

Therefore, ninjas and nobles are essentially human beings, and there is no difference.

When will these people realize all this?

After admiring the mirror for a while, Aokiji returned the Yata mirror to me reluctantly, and at the same time thought of one thing: "Have you exhausted a lot of divine power? I'll send someone to find some more children. "

"No need." I touched the pattern on the back of the bronze mirror, turned my head to look at the yard outside the room, "I don't have time for now."

She immediately understood the meaning of my words: "Is there an enemy coming?"

I stood up, straightened the skirt of the black kimono, felt the silky fabric slipping under my fingers, and felt that the fabric of the nobles was indeed different from that of people of other classes: "Compared to enemies, it should be said that new believers are more accurate." .”

When she walked out of the room, Qingzhi behind her had already ordered the maids to set up a few tents in front of her and put down the bamboo curtains, not intending to let the newcomers see her face.

In this era, nobles maintain their identities and never use their original faces to look directly at those who are lower than them, such as low-level nobles, commoners, and ninjas.

Of course, I am an exception, except that I have never been treated like this on Aokiji's side, and now I am also sitting in the top position in front of the Daimyo of the Land of Thunder and other nobles.The reason for this strange phenomenon is that I am the envoy of the Great God of the Pure Land. In the hearts of believers, apart from the gods themselves, the envoys are the most honorable, and then the person who is entrusted with blessings on behalf of the gods, followed by the daimyo.

This is the power of the gods, this is the power of faith.

Moreover, with the expansion of the number of believers, there is no need for me to deliberately find people to brainwash them now, and new people will continue to ask to join every day.

For example, the ninja in front of me.

I leaned against the pillars on the corridor, with my hands in my sleeves and one foot dangling outside the board, looking at the black-haired, black-eyed guy with stronger yin energy than yang energy in front of me: "You are dying."

The two kinds of energies in a normal person are equal. Once this balance is broken, that person's body functions will definitely be destroyed, and it cannot be cured with ordinary medical techniques and medical ninjutsu. Not far away.

There is a forehead guard tied on the ninja's forehead. I recognized it as the logo of Wunin Village at a glance. However, there is another scratch on the pattern of the village, so this person is the traitor of Wunin Village.

Mist Ninja Village is a ninja village in the land of water. When it comes to the land of water, I think of the Asagiri clan who died under my hands.

"Is the Asagiri clan's island still there?" I chatted with the young man in front of me in a tone full of memories.

He looked at me, his dark eyes were devoid of emotion, only murderous and hostile: "It has sunk a long time ago, it's all thanks to you."

I just remembered that there seems to be such a thing, the memory mode failed to open, and I let out a lack of interest: "What do you want me for?"

Kirigakure Rebel was silent for a moment: "I heard that you can heal Blood Successor Limit."

I yawned: "It's not me, it's the Pure Land God."

He frowned: "That's just your rhetoric, just to deceive those idiots."

Halfway through the yawn, I was held back by this sentence, and I felt a little uncomfortable, just like being rubbed on the nose when a sneeze was about to come out.

I was upset, and I didn't intend to make this smart guy happy, so I lowered my voice and looked at him with a low face, releasing murderous looks: "Do you know that the people who said this before all dedicated their lives to the great god and begged for forgiveness from the gods?" gone?"

"I know," Ren Ren looked very calm, only slightly convulsed fingers betrayed his mood, "but I'm different from them."

"Oh?"

"As long as you can cure my Blood Inheritance Limit, this life is yours, and you can do whatever you want me to do. It's just a knife, and I don't care who the owner is."

Hearing this sentence, I sat up straight, and for the first time carefully looked at this person who had avoided the samurai ninja outside and rushed all the way here.

He looked only in his early 20s, with fair skin and a pretty face like a girl's, with black hair and black eyes, his eyes were empty and indifferent.

When he said the words of the knife and the master, the young rebel was expressionless, as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all.