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Chapter 295 Listening to the sound of good or bad luck depends on the weather

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    The moats and trenches were filled with many new corpses, and the ladders erected kept falling.

    The rain of arrows on the top of the city became sparse, but it continued. Soldiers in armor kept appearing on the top of the city. One layer was knocked down by arrows and stone bullets, and another layer came up, mixing the logs and stones.  The juices of feces and urine kept pouring out.

    The rebels who finally climbed up the city wall were surrounded by armored soldiers. Their swords and guns were unfamiliar to them, and their fighting was unorganized. They just relied on their bravery to bite them to death, and their limbs were chopped and smashed.  The head does not loosen.

    The rebels who climbed onto the city wall fell into the muddy water, and there were fewer and fewer of them. The muddy water was boundless and far-reaching.

    The rebels charging under the city wall were getting slower and slower, and climbing over the dead bodies and wounded had already consumed a lot of their energy.

    Morale has been exhausted. The pale-faced deputy general looked at this scene. These are his generals. They cannot all be lost here We must lose everyone together.

    The deputy general closed his eyes and murmured a few times, then opened his eyes again: "Retreat."

    The trumpet sounded, and the rebels outside Jiangling Mansion retreated. This time, there were more corpses and injured people. Not because they were afraid of the rain of arrows that would be shot from the city wall, they had no intention of taking them away.

    The sound of fighting dissipated, and the setting sun covered the city, making the bloody scene even more tragic.

    The rebel soldiers retreated, another victory in defending the city, but there was no joy of victory.

    The streets were littered with dead bodies of injured people, and the sounds of crying and moaning could be heard everywhere. The surviving people looked sad but kept walking. Some were treating the wounded, some were collecting the dead bodies, and some were carrying buckets of rice and incense oil.  of meat.

    No matter whether they were rich or poor, everyone in Fucheng took out all the rice, grain and meat at home. Not only did they take out rice and grain, but also people and houses.

    People kept coming, old and young. They took off the armor from the dead and put it on, picked up the scattered weapons, held them in their hands, and lined up under the city gate.

    There was a crashing sound in the city. It was the houses being pushed, the bricks, stones and wood being sorted and put in frames and pushed to the city wall in carts to pile up.

    Dozens of large pots with boiling water were burning on the street. Old people and children carried various buckets and put the dirt aside.

    Everyone did not rest, preparing for the next defense of the city.

    There are also monks among these people.

    The monks from Dajue Temple in the city all came out, but after listening to Master Mu's chanting, Huiming from Dajue Temple said that Master Youmu alone could defeat ten thousand monks, and they did not sit behind him and chant together.  Other things, demolishing houses, boiling water, collecting feces and urine

    In fact, it¡¯s okay if they sit behind Monk Mu and chant sutras, Monk Mu will not drive them away.

    In the peaceful and prosperous times, the magistrate knew very well what kind of life these monks lived. They enjoyed countless offerings of incense and were even more pampered than the ladies in the household. They never touched the spring water with their fingers.

    It seems that Monk Mu¡¯s sermons convinced these monks, and they followed the call of the Buddha to join this hell on earth and do these hard and dirty things.

    The magistrate looked at the city gate, where blood stains were all over the mess in the setting sun. Monk Mu was sitting on the ground. The monk's robe on his body, like his face, seemed to have been stained with dust, but it was no longer dirty.

    There is a deep and distant sound of chanting in my ears, falling into the world with the afterglow of the setting sun.

    This scripture talks about the suffering of all sentient beings in the world. Suffering at this moment, there is no end to the suffering, but the steps will not stop and the practice will not stop until the lotus blossoms bloom under your feet. The white lotus will lift you out of the suffering.

    Thinking about that beautiful scene, thinking that since everyone is destined to live such a hard life, everything now seems not so painful.

    After the magistrate and the generals listened, they felt exhausted physically and mentally, and had enough strength to deal with the next rebel attack on the city.

    "Master Mu, please have something to eat." The prefect walked over and whispered, looking at an earthen jar placed next to Monk Mu, which contained only clear water.

    Monk Mu shook his head and said no.

    Since the rebels besieged the city, Monk Mu has been sitting under the city gate. In addition to treating and comforting the wounded and dead, he is also chanting sutras, standing or sitting upright. The sound of chanting has not stopped day and night, echoing in everyone's ears.

    He doesn¡¯t eat rice and only drinks water. How could he do this if he wasn¡¯t a true god!

    The prefects and generals are full of admiration and gratitude. In the chaotic times, the people have no expectations and have abandoned their faith. But if there is a truly convincing master, the people will trust him so much that they will give up their lives to believe.

    The prefect believes that with Monk Mu here, even if there is only one person left in Jiangling Mansion, he will be calm and decisive.sp; Compared to the chaos in the city, the prison cell of the government office was the cleanest place. The prefect dragged his tired body in and looked at the wooden monk sitting in the cell.

    "Are you Chengqing's internal agent?" the prefect asked.

    Monk Mu raised his head: "Of course I am not."

    The light in the cell was dim, but the prefect didn¡¯t feel that he couldn¡¯t see Monk Mu¡¯s face clearly. It was no different from outside. Even though he was frightened by Monk Mu¡¯s words just now, when he answered, the prefect still felt that his words were true.

    "Master, since you are not Chengqing's internal agent or a rebel spy, why do you do this?" The prefect sat down and asked helplessly and anxiously, "You want to destroy Jiangling Mansion and kill everyone.  Master, you have obviously been working hard to save us."

    Monk Mu said: "I have always been trying to save people."

    The magistrate stood up halfway and took Monk Mu's arm: "Master, then follow me now and tell everyone that we can definitely defend the city as long as we work together, just like we did before."

    Monk Mu sat motionless: "Doing this now will not save people, it will only kill everyone. This city cannot be defended."

    The prefect was furious: "If you can't keep it, won't you keep it? If you can't do something, won't you do it? If you can't live, you have to wait for death? Is this what the Buddha taught you?"

    Monk Mu looked at him with a calm expression: "What the Buddha taught me is to transcend life, death and suffering, cut off all worries, and obtain ultimate liberation. Try your best to live while you can. If you cannot overcome life and death, then accept it calmly. That's it.  Only then can you gain eternal life.¡±

    The magistrate tossed his sleeves and said angrily: "Fuck your mother's eternal life, I only want everyone to live now."

    Monk Mu was not angry and said: "If you want everyone to survive, you must open the city gate and surrender as I said."

    He looked at the prefect with his wise eyes.

    "Sir, you know very well whether this city can be defended now."

    The prefect smiled miserably: "It's Chengqing who is coming. Chengqing will definitely massacre the city. If we surrender, we will die. If we don't surrender, we will die. Since we are all dead, why don't we fight to the death?"

    "Because it is meaningless." Monk Mu said, "In the chaotic times, fierce generals like Chengqing, after accompanying Ankang Mountain in the rebellion, unleashed the most animalistic side of human nature and turned into vicious dogs of hell.  , they have no humanity, no propriety, justice and shame. They put all their energy into biting, robbing and devouring other people's flesh and blood, which also provides them with a steady stream of energy. Now is when they are at their strongest. Your resistance is in front of them.  Useless."

    The prefect looked a little confused: "Then we can only watch them commit crimes and there is nothing we can do?"

    "The weather has not yet arrived." Monk Mu said, "Just like wild grass growing wildly, spring is born and summer is prosperous, but autumn and winter cannot escape. Just as there are good years, there will be disasters. Just like the decline of one is followed by the other, the sun rises.  The sun sets, the stars change, the seasons change, everything is determined.¡±

    Everything is a given, so those rebels shouldn¡¯t die now, can they be the only ones who die?  This was God's will and destiny. The prefect was a little tired and weak: "I can only die."

    The wooden monk withdrew his arm from his hand and picked up the wooden stick: "So stop resisting now and open the city gate. Let me go and talk to them. Maybe I can convince them"

    The prefect¡¯s eyes were filled with hope: ¡°Can you convince them to put down their butcher¡¯s knives and become Buddhas immediately?¡±

    Monk Mu shook his head and extinguished hope: "Of course not."

    The prefect sat back slumped: "Then what are you going to talk about?"

    "I can't persuade them to put down their butcher's knives, but maybe I can make them kill less people and save some people, a dozen or a few people." Monk Mu stood up, "Even if it's just one person, it's still a life saved." (Remember this site's URL.  £ºwww.hlnovel.com
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