"The Ajati Matriarch is the mother of all gods, born in the endless darkness, immortal. You, you, you are all the children of the Ajati Matriarch, you are all brothers and sisters. You have suffered all kinds of pain, humiliation and suffering, death here, life there, death there, life here, reincarnation in the Six Realms, where is your hometown? You can't return to your hometown, you can't enjoy peace and joy forever … "
"We don't believe in those ghosts and gods, our god is the Thunder Mother, the Thunder Mother will definitely defeat your god!" A Thunder Barbarian youth shouted angrily.
"What does your Thunder Mother look like? What's her story? "
"The Thunder Mother is the source of all things, the ancestor of all living beings, life is born from destruction …"
"The Earth Mother is the ancestor of all living beings!"
"The Water Goddess is, all living beings are born from water …"
"How do you know that the Thunder Mother is not the Ajati Matriarch? How do you know that the Earth Mother and the Water Goddess are not the Ajati Matriarch? There is only one world, there are so many gods, then who created the world? Which god is real? "
"The Ajati Matriarch is an eternal existence, you can't see or hear with your eyes, she is an eternal existence, but she can't be seen, transcending time and space. You see the Green Wood fangs, it's the Ajati Matriarch, you see the kind face, it's also the Ajati Matriarch, however you see her, she is how you see her, do you think such an existence is limited to what we see?"
"We are all the children of the Ajati Matriarch, because we see different things, we think they are different gods!"
"The Ajati Matriarch sent three gods, divided into three periods to rule the world, the God of the Past always exists in the past, the God of the Present always exists in the present, and the God of the Future exists in the eternal future …"
"Just say 'Ajati Matriarch, Void Hometown', and you have fate with the Ajati Matriarch. You are fated with the Ajati Matriarch, hence you have a mark. No matter how long you sink into the sea of bitterness, you are still you. As long as the mark is still there, one day you will be brought back to the Void Hometown by the Ajati Matriarch. "
"In the Void Hometown, there is no distinction between men and women, there is no distinction between the top and the bottom. If there is a man and a woman, then there is a difference between a man and a woman. If there is a difference between a man and a woman, then there is a difference between a man and a woman. We have the same identity. We are the children of the Ajati Matriarch.
Every day, in a house, a few people from the Righteous Sect and Xing Ruo would take turns to give lessons to the captured young people of the foreign tribes. They talked about God, pain, life, and all living beings …
Children who received it well would be able to eat better food and live in better homes.
Children who did not accept it well would be punished.
Even in modern times, many people believed in these theories, not to mention these alien youngsters who had been captured and imprisoned and suffered so much. Besides, there were also food and other rewards.
Under the constant brainwashing and various related hints in daily life, a fanatical atmosphere was created. In just half a month, half of the children were chanting "Ajati Matriarch, Void Hometown".
As for whether or not they truly believed in it like they did on the surface, that was not important. What was important was that they were a group. Every day, the people around them believed in the Ajati Matriarch, and they were all fanatical believers. After a long time, as the saying goes, a lie told ten thousand times is the truth.
And before they were sent back, there would be another selection.
With the lie detector, it would not be easy for these children to deceive them.
…
Xing Ruo once again left that place. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
In order to protect his disciples, he took the initiative to bear the responsibility that he and his disciples should bear, so that they would not sink into that fanatical atmosphere.
Even he had been greatly affected these days, let alone those disciples.
As he walked, he chanted softly, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he was deep in the Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty, and he passed through all sufferings. Sarira, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Perception, perception, action, and consciousness are also the same … "
"Big monk, big monk!"
The crisp voice of a young girl woke Xing Ruo up. When he looked up, he realized that he had arrived at the door of the House of Shanhuai.
A young girl in a blue dress, who looked to be about 13 or 14 years old, was sitting behind the table with one leg propped up on the chair, waving at him.
"Amitabha, so it's Your Highness." Xing Ruo chuckled and walked in. A few youths from the aboriginals turned their heads to look at him before turning back again.
"Big monk, do you want to drink today? It's my treat! "Er Hua happily called out to Xing Ruo.
"The money today belongs to the princess, right?" Xing Ruo smiled. Every time he saw this princess, he would be in a good mood.
Although monks didn't care about many things, he had a good impression of this straightforward and unpretentious young girl. Every time he chatted with her, he would be in a good mood. Otherwise, he would have had a hard time these days.
Er Hua rolled his eyes and smiled. "Then I'll treat you with my money!"
Xing Ruo burst out laughing.
"Your Highness, use your own money to treat us as well!" the aboriginal youth beside him shouted.
Er Hua grabbed his money pouch, flipped it open, and said in distress, "Then you can't drink as much as you want!"
"One cup is enough. After this, Your Highness can use my cousin's money to treat us to more drinks!" the youth laughed.
Er Hua wrinkled his nose. "Xiong Yan doesn't have much money!"
Everyone burst out laughing again.
These people were the children of high-ranking officials, and Er Hua had robbed many of their younger siblings' pocket money.
However, although they looked like they were being bullied, Er Hua was very loyal when they were in trouble. In addition, they often drank together at Shanhuai House, so they didn't mind at all.
"I'll pay for each jar of wine on the table. Give me a side dish and a plate of braised beef, "Er Hua shouted. Immediately, the surrounding people cheered," Thank you, Your Highness. "
"Big monk, tell me a story!" Er Hua said. "I don't want to listen to stories about cutting meat to feed the eagles. I want to listen to Monkey Sun! I like that monkey! "
Although she had heard stories about Monkey Sun on Earth, she liked listening to Xing Ruo. Xing Ruo would always comment on something, and she found it very interesting.
"The princess has the personality of the Great Sage, so of course she likes him. However, in exchange, how about you sing a song? "Xing Ruo asked with a smile.
"Okay!" Er Hua immediately agreed.
Xing Ruo continued talking until the lanterns were lit. Shanhuai House was filled with people, and not long after, it was full.
"Let's call it a day. I've talked so much that my mouth is dry!" Xing Ruo changed the topic.
Er Hua didn't have enough. He looked around and saw that everyone was listening to his story. He immediately said, "If you tell a story, the boss will be happy."
"You're very welcome!" A big man outside the crowd laughed and asked someone to bring a jar of wine. "This is for Your Highness and the monk."
"Thank you!" Er Hua said happily.
"Since we've drunk the wine, it's time for Your Highness to sing!"
"This is the boss's. If you want to listen, you have to buy me a drink!" Er Hua said with a smile.
"Since Your Highness wants to sing, I'll sing for everyone here today!" Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard.
"Ah, Sister Qing Lian!" Er Hua stood on a chair and greeted her with a smile.
A moment later, people outside the Shanhuai House could hear hands tapping on the table, and a young girl's clear voice could be heard.
"… Looking down at the blue dragon moving, looking down at the lonely mountain,
Looking down at the world's peace song, I bend my body to the sky.
Holding the white jade brush, please write about my true nature.
I have a jar of old wine for you! "
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PS: Ye Xiaoyan's Song of Inviting Wine to Appear.
It was a song that he liked. It was very grand.
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