novelapdf Chapter 327
Chapter 327
Chapter 327
"No, no! Don't listen to her nonsense, I don't!"
Even though the scroll of the Three Scenes Sword carrying the brilliant heavenly power hadn't arrived, it also cut his throat, causing Yingzi's father who fell to the ground to retreat again and again, subconsciously yelling.
"Do you dare to swear to God Sarosa?!"
Yingzi turned around suddenly and screamed angrily. Yingzi's father froze when he heard the words, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
"Say it, why don't you say it?"
Yingzi screamed, and after a while, he remembered something, turned to look at Mo Chuan, and explained urgently with a Central Plains accent.
"Immortal, have you seen it? I'm not crazy. He didn't dare to swear to God Sarosa, because he is a Zoroastrian believer... After I died, he was a wimp, a slave to the land, and couldn't afford a wife, so he believed it." The way of Zoroastrianism is to attack Yingzi... Yingzi was only eight years old at that time! How could he do it, you beast! For four years..."
Yingzi is like a country woman, screaming incoherently, slapping the ground, telling about Yingzi's father's animal behavior.
Hearing this, Mo Chuan's eyes trembled slightly, and his whole body shivered.
This villager turned out to be a Zoroastrian?No wonder he did such a beastly thing!
As far as he knows, Zoroastrianism was introduced to the grasslands along the Silk Road, and pointed to the Middle Earth.
However, unlike other sects, Zoroastrianism was frantically resisted and suppressed in Dajing!
One of the reasons is that Zoroastrianism regards blood marriages within the race as a meritorious and pious good deed.
The so-called blood relatives are the marriages of close relatives, not only collateral blood relatives, but also between parents and children, which can be called heterogeneous among heterogeneous.
"Fu Meng, are you asking if he is a Zoroastrian?"
Fumeng's face became paler, and he hurriedly spoke the local dialect and asked about it.
Yingzi's father didn't dare to refute when he heard the words, so he got up suddenly, knelt on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan took a deep breath and raised the Three Scenery Sword high.
"Thorn-"
The purple thunder wrapped around the sword became more and more shining, suddenly soaring into the sky, then pierced through the clouds and fell again, like a punishment from the court of God, it struck the beast directly and completely submerged it.
The flickering thunder light, swallowing endless electric snakes, shocked the hearts of the foolish people in the countryside.
When the thunder light disappeared, the animal figure could no longer be seen in the barren field, only the ground was scorched black to prove everything.
Yingzi stared blankly at this scene.
Her long-cherished wish came true, but at this moment, she couldn't feel any joy.
There was even a trace of hesitation in my heart.
She is afraid!
She was afraid that this was just a dream that would wake up.
The sun finally leaped out of the endless ridge line, and while shedding light on the world, it also dragged a long shadow under Mo Chuan's feet.
……
The caravan set off again and took Yingzi away.
On the truck, this thin girl, who looked like a child of eight or nine years old, sat on the carriage with a dazed face, with the dried meat and water bags stuffed by the caravan in hand.
She doesn't know what happened?
It's just that the situation after the memory interruption this time is much, much better than before.
She guessed that she might have been sold, which is not uncommon in the village.
It's good to sell it, at least I won't be beaten badly, or even poured with feces for no reason.
Mo Chuan rode the dragon horse and remained silent.
The huge caravan also seemed lifeless, and no one dared to speak loudly.
When night fell again, Mo Chuan walked up to Yingzi and asked, "Can I have a talk with your mother?"
Yingzi trembled when he heard the words, his face was terrified, and he subconsciously said: "Mother is not on me..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly lowered her head, her eyes closed tightly as if she was fainting, her eyeballs were rolling rapidly, and when she opened her eyes again, her temperament changed drastically.
"Since when did you appear on Yingzi?" Mo Chuan asked.
"In the case of Hui Xianchang, it was about four years ago." Yingzi nodded and lowered his eyebrows, with a docile look on his face.
Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully.
If he guessed correctly, Yingzi split into multiple personalities under stress.
This personality is exactly her mother.
Perhaps in her subconscious mind, only her mother can protect her.
In fact, her mother has been fighting hard, trying to protect her.
"When did you learn Bingzhou dialect?"
"The little girl is from Bingzhou."
Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes, a little curious about the sub-personality's perception of himself,
He deliberately asked a few questions, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
"Are you willing to worship in the Taoist sect and be Nakun...a female Taoist priest?"
Mo Chuan asked, Yingzi with multiple personalities is obviously not suitable to be placed in an ordinary family, it will only harm others.
Therefore, only the Taoist sect can tolerate it.
"Yingzi's life was given by the immortal, and the immortal will do whatever he wants." Yingzi said quickly.
"That's good."
Mo Chuan nodded, stretched out his hand to draw the air, squeezed out a stick of incense, lit it with a bonfire casually, waved his hand casually, shook out a wisp of green smoke, and outlined a chaimen.
"Passing through the gate of incense, you will arrive at the place of learning the law, and there will naturally be someone to meet you there."
"Little girl, on behalf of Yingzi, thank the immortal for her kindness and greatness!"
Yingzi kowtowed to the ground with a plop when he heard the words, and kowtowed repeatedly.
Mo Chuan complied calmly, waved his hand and said, "Go!"
"Hey!"
Yingzi nodded, and then stepped into the door of incense in a state of anxiety.
The Fumeng caravan who had been secretly observing here, saw a big living person, who disappeared with a single step. Even though they had already seen Mo Chuan's supernatural powers, they were still dazzled by shock.
That night, many people in the Fumeng caravan suffered from insomnia.
I don't know if it's fear that walks with the immortals;
Still shocked and envious of Mo Chuan's Taoism.
Since then, the caravan atmosphere has gradually become more subtle.
Within a few days, a few warriors came over intentionally or unintentionally, or serving tea and water, or flattering and greeting.
On the third day, when the caravan bypassed the important border town and left the sphere of influence of Dajing, a martial artist saw that Mo Chuan was quite kind and approachable, and finally couldn't hold back his inner desire, and asked tentatively:
"Immortal, may I be that Taoist priest?"
"Heaven shows mercy and tempts people to follow the Dharma. Anyone can become a Taoist priest, and lay Buddhists can naturally."
"Really? Then, then can I worship under the sect of the immortal master and learn that immortal technique?"
"The poor don't accept disciples."
"Ah, this... that, why can that doll learn the Fa?"
The martial artist was anxious and stammered.
"It's not difficult to learn the Fa. Wanli Jinghuang opened a Tianyao Academy. There are no distinctions in teaching, people or demons, everyone can worship under his sect, and leave at the end of the term. There is no restriction. If a layman wants to learn Taoism If you don’t know the law, you can go to the Tianyao Academy, where you can teach a lot more than the poor, and it’s more free, not bound by master and apprentice.”
Mo Chuan said meaningfully.
"Is there such a place?" The martial artist was very surprised.
"There are so many wonders in the world, it's just that the laymen have been in business for a long time and don't know the news from the Central Plains. If you don't believe it, go to the Central Plains next time and ask about it."
"The elder is merciful, how can we not believe the elder's words? It's just that I don't know how to get to Tianyao Academy?" The martial artist asked cautiously.
"When you arrive in the wilderness, you will naturally know." Mo Chuan was too lazy to say much.
The martial artist was thoughtful when he heard the words, so he didn't say any more.
At this point, the flattery around Mo Chuan dropped sharply, but a few servants were quite patient and kept greeting each other morning and evening.
(End of this chapter)