.

The goal of the knights and his party is exactly Huaihuang Town among the six towns.

A group of armored cavalry riding barge horses can travel thousands of miles in a day, but dragging them, a group of alien slaves, slows down a bit. Fortunately, after only rushing along the river for dozens of miles, there is an ancient track.

"It's time to reach the straight road!"

Tuoba Tao looked at the ancient road that cut through mountains and created rivers across the land of Hebei. He couldn't help but look in awe and said: "The ancestors of the Han people are so terrible. We Xianbei people can't open such a road in ten lifetimes."

"

"If they hadn't been in constant civil strife...where would there be room for us Xianbei people to gallop in this Central Plains land?"

Po Liuhan next to him called out: "Tuoba Tao, aren't your Tuoba family going to be Han people? Why do you still think you are Xianbei people?"

"screw you!"

Tuoba Tao raised his whip and was about to whip him.

Stepping onto the road paved with black black stones, all the cavalrymen slowed down.

The road is so strange that once you take a step forward, there are many phantoms on both sides, appearing hundreds of steps ahead in an instant!

"Shrunk to an inch?"

Qian Chen's expression moved slightly and he opened his eyes, only to see endless karma flowing on this road.

The various people's hearts, the hard work, and the snatching of heaven and earth's creation when building this road in an instant are all reflected in the eyes...

If you have the bodhicitta heart, you can naturally see the countless corpses under this straight path, and through their hearts, you can sense the kindness and reluctance in their hearts.

But Qian Chen is not such a nagging person.

Building a straight road has killed countless people and injured countless people. Although it is tragic, it cannot bury the greatness of this road.

"Things that are suitable for thousands of miles are like being in a household; those that are suitable for thousands of miles are like leaving a neighbor's house!"

"This is the great magical power of thousands of miles away! The immortal Qin alchemist was actually able to imprint a great magical power on the earth. It has not been erased for tens of thousands of years, and it has become an eternal wonder!"

Qian Chen, like everyone else, got off the carriage and walked on the straight road step by step.

At the same time, the six supernatural powers are also activated involuntarily, sending all kinds of other minds, myriad dharmas, phenomena, and causes and effects into his heart to sharpen his original mind and encourage the Zen mind to sprout. This is the precepts and practice.

The Dharma Door of the Heart.

This is also the purpose of using the Bodhi tree and the twelfth-grade golden lotus to borrow the supreme magic power of the Buddha to imprint five kalpas and use infinite karma to help Qian Chen obtain the six supernatural powers.

But Qian Chen just used this to sharpen his nature.

On the one hand, I am deeply moved by the various "human beings" who have lived through history, and on the other hand, I can't help but marvel at the civilization created by Xian Qin.

"One step is only one mile, and a journey of thousands of miles is only ten thousand steps. If it were us, we would not be able to do it if the horse ran to death."

One of the cavalrymen sighed: "No wonder the previous shamanic rituals have lost their power with the nobles! If the Taoist sect of the Han people didn't look down on us Xianbei people, I would also want to practice Taoism! Fortunately, there are Buddhist masters who are approachable, even though our six towns are remote.

He also often comes to teach the Dharma!"

"Practice the Six-Word Great Light Mantra less!" Tuoba Tao said: "Although this mantra can illuminate the light in all directions, it will also weaken its sharpness and weaken the spirit of our soldiers!"

"But the Master said that cultivating the evil spirit of military masters is the most depleting life span. If you don't practice the six-character Great Light Mantra, your life span will be exhausted if you live to be two hundred years old."

The knight scratched his head and said distressedly: "And if you can cultivate Buddha's Light and have the power to protect yourself, you won't be afraid of the aliens and monsters in the northern border!"

Po Liuhan also said: "Yes! I remember when my husband and the others were outside the Great Wall, they had to contribute living people to the Ministry of Demons every year. The old people who couldn't survive, and some of the children who couldn't feed the old people, had to contribute to the Ministry of Blackwater.

demon."

"It took a lot of effort. We all worked hard to help the Cao family recover. In the end, we were abandoned in this hellish place, and we had to fight Rouran and the demon tribe."

"Everyone has to fight with demons before entering the customs. After entering the customs, not only do we have to fight with the demons, but the original Zahu tribe has also become a climate, and we have to fight with them? Didn't we enter the customs in vain? We became the Han people to help them guard the customs.

Are you a domestic slave?"

"Po Liuhan, shut up!" Tuoba Tao said calmly.

He raised his whip and pointed ahead, spreading into the mountains, opening up a straight road to the sky: "Did you see this road?"

"It is said that when Emperor Qin sent people to open this road, he summoned all the northern tribes."

"If the Xiongnu doesn't obey, thirty-six tribes will be wiped out; if the Donghu tribe doesn't obey, twelve tribes will be wiped out; if the demon tribe doesn't obey, sixty-one tribes will be wiped out!"

"The reason why the demon tribes in northern Xinjiang are hiding in the high mountains and swamps now, like a demon country, is because they were forced by the Immortal Qin in the past and had to unite together to escape to the extreme wilderness in the north!"

"At that time, the great alchemist of Xian Qin held a black iron whip. Wherever he went, mountains and rivers separated by themselves, and all the gods moved away from their ancestral lands in tears!"

"For the sake of her people, the benevolent God did not hesitate to turn into a human body and go to Xianyang to pray for the emperor, but her head was cut off and hung in Beique..."

"From Hebei to beyond the Great Wall, people's feet were worn flat, and the tears of the gods were dried up! They cursed the emperor day and night, and finally the emperor died. But thousands of years later, another Han Dynasty rode along this road

, flattened all the tribes along the way, and marched all the way to the foot of the sacred mountain!"

"Everyone among the Huns can sing: The emperor has a needle, wherever he points it, the sun will set there!"

"The emperor has a whip. Wherever he swings it, the mountains there will be driven away..."

"The emperor has an army. Wherever he looks! The pasture there will become his land, and the people there will flow like rivers of blood!"

Hearing this ancient song, all the Xianbei cavalrymen fell silent. Only then did the descendants of the Han clan mixed among them silently come over and walk along the straight road with everyone.

Qian Chen measured it with his steps. The numerous corpses buried under the road and the sad poems sung by the gods on both sides all flowed through his heart.

Suddenly a round of Buddha's light fell from the magical foot power, but it was a small magical power.

Invisibly, Qian Chen's footsteps fell, not moving a speck of dust, not hurting any living thing, as if a lotus flower had bloomed invisibly, following his footsteps.

The magical power of growing lotus step by step!

Qian Chen listened to all this and was immersed in it. At the same time, he could not let this misery and suffering smooth out other concepts in his heart. He must maintain the kindness in his heart, but he must not be saved by Buddhism and lose himself.

He could only think of other things.

"I asked Junior Sister Ning to take the mountain whip! Well... Senior Brother Yan is still too stubborn and clings to the sect's views. Little does he know that a whip is also a sword. Who said that without the tip of the sword, it can't kill people! Sooner or later, Junior Sister Ning will have Guang Han

Did the imperial treasure come to you?"

"That knife is the most suitable. It's too laborious to get a whip!"

After walking like this step by step for who knows how long, even the steps of the Kunlun warriors carrying the sea tank were slow, and then they saw Huaihuang Town appearing in front of them.

Although it is called a town, it is actually a huge defense system composed of a majestic city, dozens of border towns, countless fortifications, and rural communities. The majestic city in front of you has large arrow towers ten feet high at the four corners, all of which are perfectly restricted.

Warcraft.

It is built with black stone, and the evil spirits are condensed into one body. The stone bricks at the bottom of the tower are inscribed with Buddhist scriptures.

The city wall is a full twenty feet high and is made of long boulders several feet long and wide. The wall is as flat as a chasm. Each boulder is inscribed with scriptures, and there are dark black traces of dried blood on it.

The evil spirit inside condensed into a piece of mixed iron, and the deep Buddha nature was nurtured by the scriptures.

Qian Chen looked over and saw that Xiongcheng was like a protector with four arms spread out, each holding a vajra, a human head, a long knife, and a bow and arrow.

Only then did I realize that this city was a sacred mountain of the Hu tribe that was hollowed out by Buddhism. The mountain was covered with scriptures written by monks with their blood. Then countless people built it for ten years before refining a god and casting it together with the majestic city into an indescribable statue.

The mobile Luotian magic weapon.

If the great alchemist of Xian Qin would only sneer: "It can't move, does it deserve to be called Luotian magic weapon?"

But for the demon tribe and the Rouran people of Northern Xinjiang, this city is an endless source of blood and tears.

“Take a few laps around the city when you have time!”

Qian Chen could tell at a glance that the scriptures on the city wall suppressed the souls of countless evil demons and ghosts on the battlefield, and the city was like hell.

The karma among them is extremely long and astonishing.

Surrounding it twice can really sharpen your mind and develop two small magical powers.

It is also said that Buddhism in this frontier fortress is indeed a bit evil, and many Buddhist practices are almost witchcraft. This is also a trend of the integration of witchcraft and Buddhism in northern Xinjiang.

After all, the decline of witchcraft is a general trend.

Buddhism is wide open to all aspects. Even the most stubborn wizards among the Hu people have to practice the widely spread Buddhist teachings. Otherwise, when doing funerals for the Hu people, their families will ask if they have taken away their souls for refining without chanting sutras.

Law?

Of course, chanting sutras doesn’t hinder soul-catching!

If it hinders them, they won't be able to read...

The cavalry drove the slaves towards the city gate, and the soldiers were not surprised. If they could not enslave the people outside the wall and those passing by, their lives in the six towns would have been long ago.

Just the annual demon attack, and if they cannot be repelled, will give away the population of the demon country, which is enough to drain the blood of the six towns.

Of course, this kind of blood food is all about plundering the population outside the Great Wall.

The people of the Central Plains can farm, weave, and produce various materials, but they cannot be used casually. If not, the Rouran people would not harass and attack the six towns from time to time.

In fact, they bullied each other too much. Many of the subordinates could not stand the bullying from Xianbei in the Six Towns, so they all defected to Rouran. The two sides had reached the point of blood feud.

The population brought by Tuoba Tao was the most precious, providing slaves for various noble tribes and Han people. Foreigners who could carry swords, had a breath or two, and were born with magical powers would be captured and used as soldiers.

Weak aliens like the Sharks would spin yarns for noble weavers and produce spiritual objects.

A monster monk with skeletons hanging all over his body came over casually, glanced at it twice, then raised a Gong bowl in his hand, cut his wrist to let out the blood, and then dipped his index finger into the blood, and put it on each slave's head.
To be continued...