Chapter 815

Yang Qiu originally wanted to bury the villagers with strange heads in Ji village, but Ji Sha rejected his idea.

"Lord, here, celestial burial is a custom. Let them do it!"

Ji and others were left in the chaotic space by Yang Qiu. Ji killed a man with Yang Qiu and began to walk towards the manor on the other side of the river.

Yang Qiu looked at the magnificent temple on the top of the mountain, emitting the kind of holiness and solemnity, and then looked at the serfs at the foot of the mountain who were miserable and tortured numb. His accumulated anger could not be described in words.

Buddhism divides the human race into two levels. A very small number of people are hereditary and serve as managers. Most of the others are slaves.

These managers are the masters of Ji Sha's mouth.

The temple is above everything. These masters have their own sphere of influence, endless resources and private armed forces. They can do anything to kill or seize the serfs within their rule.

As the only belief in the hearts of serfs, the temple simply turns a blind eye to these things. Even, many times, the monks and soldiers of the temple will also participate in these things.

The fate of serfs is doomed from their birth. Even if they are crazy believers, they can only be a tool to provide faith all their life.

Only a few lucky people can rely on strong faith to provide strong power of faith, so as to condense the relic from their body, and then reincarnate from generation to generation. They can condense the relic and get the fruit position by relying on several and dozens of years of hard practice.

These people are lucky to become disciples of Buddhism, but more can only become the most miserable fertilizer and nutrients.

It's like planting crops. When crops mature, they will be harvested, and the relic in their body is food.

Yang Qiu has completely nothing to say about the means of Buddhism.

Absorb the bone marrow of the Terran, squeeze everything of the Terran, seize the belief of the Terran, and deceive the Terran with the deception that all life is bitter, so as to develop believers. The Terran is inferior to even animals.

There is only one earth. How many people are there on earth?

A Buddhist country has millions of planets, equivalent to millions of earth, and each planet has a population of more than 10 billion.

There are 3000 such Buddhist countries.

What is the role of Terran faith? Is it worth teaching those two saints in the west to do such a shameful thing?

How did they become saints?

Where is the way of heaven?

Where is the scourge?

Isn't this a heinous crime?

Yang Qiu's realm is not enough. Naturally, he can't understand what the real way of heaven is.

Along the way, Yang Qiu was watching and feeling. The more he saw, the more uncomfortable he felt.

There are reclaimed wasteland on the wasteland. A crop similar to highland barley on the earth is planted on the barren land. These crops are obviously not high-yield crops. They are low, withered and yellow. They are harvested in a large area without even a handful of food.

Countless serfs worked in the wasteland, and there were a group of ferocious and tall thugs on the side of the road. They held long whip in their hands. The whip kept falling on those serfs, but those serfs didn't even scream.

In the gorgeous sedan chair on the side of the road, there is a big master with fat brains. He is covered with silk and satin. His neck is covered with gold and jade ornaments, and his hand is covered with a gem ring with ten fingers. It is incomparably luxurious.

There were herders, labourers and miners along the way. Without exception, these miserable serfs had long been numb. When the whip fell, they were more frightened than resentful.

Fear makes them pray, prayer makes them believe, and that's how the power of faith comes into being.

In their thoughts, all bodies are bitter, which has long been deep into the bone marrow.

They are sinners. They can only make atonement desperately and offer all their finances, food, even their children and souls. In this way, it seems that they can redeem their sins and enter the paradise in the next life.

The roadside is full of white bones. Those white bones are not complete skeletons. Obviously, these are the so-called fugitive slaves. After being cut off, they lived and died on the wasteland.

What makes Yang Qiu even more unbearable is that those miserable serfs actually have peace and joy in their eyes when they pray. It seems that they see heaven when they pray.

Yang Qiuzhen couldn't imagine how Buddhism did it. He was naked and hungry. He was crushed to the bone marrow and offered such a pious prayer. Yang Qiuzhen couldn't imagine how Buddhism did it.

Ji Sha was silent all the way. When he followed Yang Qiu, he was like a wooden stake. When they turned around the mountain pass, several small black spots suddenly appeared on the wasteland.

A pair of young men and women, with ragged clothes, blood stains and jingling shackles on their feet, ran on the wasteland in panic and fear.

The young woman was a little miserable, with countless whip marks on her back, mixed with blood and condensed into scabs.

The young man, with the baby on his back, seemed too frightened to cry because of his parents' fear.

This is a pair of runaway slaves.

The runaway slave couple ran to Yang Qiu in a panic. In the distance of the wasteland, there were bursts of thunder like hoofs.

More than 30 majestic high headed horses rushed towards the runaway slave couple. Looking at this, it was obvious that the other party was playing the game of Eagle catching rabbit.

The young runaway slave woman was obviously frightened. Dragging her bloody wound under her feet, she suddenly threw herself on the gravel wasteland, and then cried in horror.

The young man gritted his teeth, put down the baby on his back sadly and angrily, reached out and pulled out a two foot long knife. Although he was trembling, he still made a killing gesture.

Looking at the frightened family, Yang Qiu suddenly smiled faintly, then walked over and said to the young man:

"Step back!"

The young runaway slave looked at Yang Qiu in horror. He didn't know Yang Qiu's identity, but he could see from his clothes that Yang Qiu was not ordinary people. At least, ordinary people couldn't dress so neat and clean.

Yang Qiu's grey robes are similar to those of noble masters, but they are not so luxurious. The young runaway slave can't figure out why this young man who looks like a master and doesn't look like a noble master will come forward to help him.

Originally desperate, he seemed to suddenly see a glimmer of light. With a plop, he knelt down in front of Yang Qiu and cried bitterly:

"Master, please save our children. We are willing to die, but please save our children!"

At this time, more than 30 high headed horses rushed over. First, a guy covered in silk raised his whip and screamed:

"Catch these two runaway slaves, cut off their noses and dig out their eyes! Cut off their hands again! Mean thing! Dare to run away! "