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Without taking the boat, Chen Weizheng left this evil place.
He planned to spend the night at Khmer's Angkor Wat.
He wanted to find a quiet place where there was no one else but himself. It was a quiet, serene place where he could communicate with his soul and let the spiritual power of nature cleanse him. Especially after coming out from such an evil place like Barbarian Valley, he needed to purify and improve himself. Some people liked to touch transvestites under the pretext of research, some liked to touch transvestites out of curiosity, and some just wanted to touch transvestites. Chen Weizheng had no excuse, so he chose to escape. There was a story about two monks who wanted to cross a river. One of them had a wife who also wanted to cross the river. One of the monks took the initiative to carry the wife across the river. The two monks continued on their journey. After walking for a long time, the monk who did not carry the woman asked the other monk why he carried the woman. This was no different from violating the precepts of sex. The monk carrying the woman said, "I carried her, but I put her down long ago. Although you didn't carry her, you still haven't put her down." Chen Weizheng laughed at himself. Maybe the people on the Eastern Princess had already put her down, but he was the only one who did not put her down.
Was it because he carried too many things on his shoulders, or was it because he hoped for too many things? Or was it because his current desires and his usual behavior had deviated greatly?
In the sky above Angkor, Chen Weizheng looked for an anchorage. He first chose the Collapsing Mystic Array, but was rejected by the screen. The screen told Chen Weizheng that this place was too dilapidated, and there was no spiritual energy. When he came to the sky above Angkor Temple, he was still rejected by the screen. In Tong Wang City, the screen reluctantly allowed Chen Weizheng to land. The location was the Palace in the Sky, which was the legendary Gu Wang Palace. The finger moved to the center of the Palace in the Sky.
On the 18th of the lunar calendar, although the moon rose later, it was still very bright. The moon shone through the branches of the rainforest and scattered on the dilapidated walls, casting shadows on the ground. It reminded people of the Old Summer Palace, but one was man-made destruction, and the other was natural degradation. Relatively speaking, when he saw the Old Summer Palace, he felt indignant, but when he saw the Old Summer Palace, he felt that time was cruel, and the greatness of nature. human activities were very weak in front of nature.
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First, there was a strong sense of guilt because he had not avenged the two soldiers who sacrificed themselves at the Longshan Battery Plant. Protecting himself and protecting the people around him was Chen Weizheng's minimum requirement. The sacrifice of the two soldiers was too much for him. Although the six great families who invited the wolf into the house had received their due punishment, the CIA was still at large. Langley, which was located by the Potomac River, had a flat headquarters building that covered an area of more than 200 acres. It should be a good idea to use the finger to move the Statue of Liberty and smash it on the roof of the building. It could also be considered as helping his two comrades vent their anger.
This matter had to be done. Otherwise, if his heart was not at peace, he would not be able to think about problems too often. For example, the invasion of the Siamese this time was such a good opportunity. He should have attacked immediately and destroyed the Siamese. However, he only received 100 billion dollars from the enemy. He had given up such a good opportunity. It would not be easy to find another opportunity like this again.
It was almost 11 o 'clock. He took out his tablet, turned it on, connected to the satellite signal, and logged into the Baidu search engine. He liked to use this search engine. He liked to search for the word "search" in his dreams. Every time he found a good piece of information, he would unconsciously think of this word. Or perhaps, coming to Angkor on this quiet night was also a form of search.
Angkor, the palace in the sky, was built between 1181 and 1201 during the reign of Jayepam VII of the Angkor Dynasty. It was said that Jayepam VII had many opportunities to reach the top before he was 60 years old, but he was unwilling. When he was almost 60 years old, he was forced to stand up and lead his people to fight against the Siamese. Due to his achievements, the Angkor Dynasty continued for another 300 years. Jayepam VII was undoubtedly the greatest king of the Angkor Dynasty. This was the place where the Sovereign King would meet the Snake Spirit.
Chen Weizheng raised his head to look at the dark night and the ghostly forest. He took a sip of wine and bit into a piece of pork jerky. He felt that he was very awesome at this moment. He was not inferior to the king of that generation. However, meeting the snake spirit was not a good idea. He was afraid of snakes!
Just as he was thinking about snakes, he heard a rustling sound behind him. Could it be a snake? He turned around and saw a monk with a small clay pot in his hand. He came to Chen Weizheng and bowed to him before placing the pot on the small dining table. He then put his palms together and left. There was a rustling sound under his feet. When the sound of footsteps disappeared, so did the person.
Chen Weizheng did not react to the scene in front of him until the figure disappeared. After a while, he was stunned and looked at the clay pot in front of him. His mind was full of questions. What was this thing?
At this moment, a psychic awareness entered Chen Weizheng's mind. It was a gentle psychic awareness. "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Wen Jie. I am a Han from Duanzhou. In the third year of Song Chunxi's reign, Duanzhou Yao rose up. Her house was in chaos and the people were in a difficult situation. I bought a batch of sinan and sold it to the westerners in Lion City. The ship encountered a strong wind and when it reached the shore, I knew that we had arrived in Zhenla. The king here was a wise man. He asked me to teach him how to use sinan. He learned how to use sinan to attack the enemy in rainy and foggy days. He won every battle. Because I was not acclimatized to the climate, I died of a serious illness in less than three months. The king here asked a warlock to imprison my psychic awareness in the clay pot of my hometown. From the sinan, he learned about the Oneness of Heaven and Men, so he began to build a big temple and carved countless faces on the pagoda. These faces were for hearing the voice of the Heaven Realm all the time. "
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Chen Weizheng had seen the souls of the Republic of China and the Qing Dynasty. Suddenly encountering the souls of the Southern Song Dynasty made him a little incredulous.
"Since then, I have been waiting for the people of the Central Plains to appear at midnight. It has been almost a thousand years. Finally, I have waited." Wen Jie said, "I want to ask you to take me back to my hometown, Duanzhou. You can scatter this pot of soil anywhere in Duanzhou. It can be considered as returning to its roots. This pot of soil has been placed in this place for nearly a thousand years. The powerful psyche created a pure earth spirit. In order to express my gratitude, this earth spirit will be used as a token of gratitude. "
Chen Weizheng said, "It's nothing. It's not worth mentioning."
He put the pot in his hand and opened it after entering. He released Wen Jie's spiritual body. In the pot, there was also an earth spirit. It was a golden ball of spiritual power. It exuded the pure fragrance of the earth. Chen Weizheng threw the earth spirit onto the Green Banner and said, "Go play by yourself."
Wen Jie was very surprised to see Chen Weizheng's actions in the space. It completely overturned his thousand years of knowledge. He also had new ideas about his future. He asked Chen Weizheng, "Is this a world or an independent space?"
"It's an independent space. It's an independent space for storage." Chen Weizheng said, "Before returning to China, you can live here. If you need anything, I will buy it for you. Your clothes should be from a thousand years ago. It's very inconvenient. When you return to my hometown, you can go to the altar of the ancestral hall and enjoy a set of tribute clothes. Since you have returned to the human world, there is no harm in traveling the human world again. "
Wen Jie nodded with a smile and asked, "May I ask your name? How should I address you?"
"My surname is Chen Weizheng. I am from the Red River, Gu Yi City. I want to ask you a question. You have been in Brother Wu for so many years. You should have experienced the rise and fall of this city. How can such a powerful city suddenly become so dilapidated? "Chen Weizheng asked." The river flows east for thirty years and west for forty years. It is prosperous for one time, but not for another. It's the same for people and dynasties. The city was built because the king at that time was shocked by the powerful functions of Si Nan. He thought that Si Nan's heaven's will was unpredictable. He took Si Nan to Shiva Temple and asked the senior monk, but the senior monk couldn't explain it. In the end, a monk named Xing Jia from the central region explained the functions of Si Nan one by one. He told the king that Shiva thought he was omnipotent and the creator of the world, but he didn't even know the simplest function of Si Nan. From this, it could be seen that his doctrine was false and exaggerated. The Buddha was not the creator of the world. He was a mortal, but he was the most knowledgeable and wise man among the mortals. The Buddha's existence was to introduce the relationship between man and all living things and between God and all living things to the king. He understood that all living things are one. I am all living things, and all living things are me. There is no difference between the mind, the Buddha, and all living things. If everyone can respect and tolerate each other, they can further develop the Mahayana Bodhisattva's idea of 'no need for great kindness, but one body for great sorrow'. This is the true spirit of Buddhism. "
Xing Jia defeated a religion by himself. Since then, Buddhism prevailed in the local area. The prevalence of Buddhism was the beginning of the decline of the country's military force. Tolerance, tolerance, and compassion were the chains that imprisoned people's thoughts and creation. The management of a country needed religion as a tool. But once religion entered the management and controlled the management, it would be the end of the country. The country would either become a tyrannical king or a king that would destroy the country.
From the dilapidated palace and the temple surrounding it, Wen Jie asked Chen Weizheng what he saw. Chen Weizheng said that he saw a transvestite. The only difference was that the Eastern Princess saw a transvestite physically, but here, it was a transvestite spiritually.
Wen Jie said that the people in this place would often use religion as an excuse to do many unimaginable things. Even bandits and barbarians would find it hard to think of such things, let alone normal people. The most recent time was 40 years ago. The peasants seized the political power and thought that the city belonged to the victorious peasants. Thus, they chased all the people in the city out and made the people in the city become peasants. The result was that the peasants could not adapt to the city, and the people in the city could not adapt to the countryside. Hundreds of thousands of people died.
Chen Weizheng was dumbfounded and laughed. He told Wen Jie that it was better to return to the country. Now that the country was rich, the people who led the army were the soldiers, and the people who ruled the country were the wise. Compared to this place, they had become a country. Seeing that the people of Barbarian Valley relied on vulgar interests to attract the money and attention of outsiders, and that the Khmer people had no father or master. They chased their king out and died in a foreign land, there was no need for them to stay.
A faint white light appeared in the east. Chen Weizheng asked Wen Jie if he dared to accept the sunlight and vitality. Wen Jie said that at most, he would turn into ashes. Then, he would have to take a look at the sunrise a thousand years later. Chen Weizheng brought Wen Jie out of the space. At the top of the dilapidated palace, they welcomed the first rays of the morning sun. The morning sun shone through the branches and leaves of the rainforest, and the white and green walls of the palace. Chen Weizheng suddenly realized that this place was not as dilapidated as he thought. Instead, it had a kind of nirvanic vigor.
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