"The Mother of the Unborn is the Mother of the Gods, born in endless darkness and is immortal. You, you, are the children of the Unborn mother, and are all brothers and sisters. You have suffered all the pain and humiliation and hardships, and you die here, live there, die here, live here, and reincarnate in these six realms. Where is your hometown? If you cannot return to your hometown, you cannot enjoy peace and joy forever..."

"We don't believe in you ghosts and gods. Our god is Lei Mother. Lei Mother will definitely defeat your gods!" A young man from Lei shouted with an angry look on his face.

"What does your mother Lei look like? What are your deeds?"

"Thunder Mother is the source of all things and the ancestor of all living beings. Life is born from destruction..."

"The Mother of the Earth is the ancestor of all living beings!"

"The Goddess of Water is, all life is born from the water..."

"How do you know that Lei Mother is not the mother of Wusheng? How do you know that the mother of the earth and the goddess of water is not the mother of Wusheng? There is only one world, there are so many gods, who opened up the world? Which one of Gods is true?"

"The mother of Wusheng is an ancient existence, and cannot be seen with her eyes or heard. She exists forever and is invisible forever and is beyond the sight of time and space. You see the fangs of the green wood, and you see the kind-hearted and kind-hearted mother, and you are also a mother of Wusheng. How do you look at her? What do you think of her? Do you think such an existence will be limited to what we see with our eyes?"

"We are all children of the old mother without birth. Because we see differently, we think that they are different gods!"

"The old mother Wusheng sent three gods to rule the world in three periods. The past god will always exist in the past, the present god will always exist in the present, and the future god will exist in the eternal future..."

"Just just recite the sentence "Wuyuan Lao Mother, the hometown of emptiness!", and you will have a fate with Wuyuan Lao Mother and a mark. No matter how long you have been in the sea of ​​suffering, you will be you. As long as the mark is still there, one day you will be taken back to the hometown of emptiness by Wuyuan Lao Mother."

"In a vacuum hometown, no matter whether it is male or female, no matter whether it is upper or lower, there is a difference between male or female, and there is a difference between upper and lower. We have the same identity, and the children of the mother without birth, we share joy, no matter how many..."

Every day, in a house, several Zhengtian Sect and Xingruo took turns to teach those arrested foreign teenagers, gods, pains, life, and sentient beings...

Children who accept good food can eat better food and live in better places.

Children who accept badly will be punished.

Even in modern times, many people believe these theories, not to mention these alien teenagers who were arrested and imprisoned and suffered a lot, not to mention food and other rewards.

Under constant brainwashing and various related hints in daily life, a fanatical atmosphere was created. In just half a month, half of the children often recited "Old Mother without Birth, Vacuum Hometown".

As for whether they really believe in their hearts as they appear on the surface, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that they are a group. Every day, people around them believe in the mother without birth and are fanatical believers. After a long time, as the saying goes, lies are told ten thousand times, which is the truth.

And before sending them back, another selection will be conducted.

With a lie detector, it is not easy for these children to deceive the past.

...

Xingruo left there again, without any expression on his face, and there was pain and confusion in his eyes.

In order to protect his disciples, he took the initiative to assume the responsibilities he and many disciples should have shouldered, so as not to sink into that fanatic atmosphere.

Even he has been greatly affected these days, let alone those disciples?

While walking, he recited lightly over and over again in his mouth: "When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and overcome all sufferings. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this..."

"Master, Madam!"

The crisp girlish voice woke up Xingruo, but looked up and found that she had come to the gate of Shanhuai Tower.

A girl with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old blue dress was standing on a seat without any image, sitting behind the table, waving to herself.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be Your Highness." Xingruo chuckled and walked in. Several ancient young men around him turned their heads to look at him, then turned their heads.

"Will the monk drink today? I'll treat you!" Erhua greeted Xingruo happily.

"Is this money my own today?" Xingruo smiled. Every time he saw this princess, he was in a very good mood.

Although monks don’t care about many things, he has a great impression of this cheerful and unpretentious girl, and he feels good every time he talks with her. Otherwise, he would have been a little difficult for him these days.

Erhua's eyes rolled and said with a smile: "Then I'll treat you with my money!"

Xingruo laughed suddenly when he heard this.

"Your Highness will also treat us with his own money!" The young man from the ancient clan next to him shouted loudly.

Erhua grabbed her wallet, opened it and looked at it, and said distressedly: "Then you can't drink it open!"

"One glass is enough. Your Highness can use my cousin's money to invite you to drink!" the young man laughed loudly.

Erhua wrinkled her nose: "Xiong Yan doesn't have much money!"

Everyone laughed again.

These people are all children of senior officials in the court, and their younger brothers and sisters were stolen by Erhua for pocket money.

However, although they seemed to be bullied, Erhua was indeed righteous when they encountered problems. In addition, the friendship between drinking in Shanhuailou every few days, everyone didn't care about it at all and didn't care at all.

"A jar of wine on each table is mine. Mix me a plate of side dishes and then add a plate of beef sauce." Erhua shouted, and a burst of "Thank you, Your Highness" suddenly rang around her.

"The monk tells a story!" Erhua said again. "I don't listen to those who cut the flesh and feed the eagle anymore. I have to listen to those who Sun Monkey! I like that monkey!"

Although she has heard of Sun Wuzi’s story on Earth, she likes to listen to Xingruo’s words. Xingruo always comments on a few words somewhere, which makes her feel very interesting.

"The princess is a great sage, so she naturally likes it. But in exchange, is it good for the princess to sing a song?" Xingruo asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Erhua responded immediately.

Xingruo kept talking until the lights first came up, and there were more people coming in and fewer people going out, and it was soon full.

"Let's stop here today. I'm done with all the talk!" Xingruo turned his head and said.

Erhua was still a little impressed. She looked around and listened to the stories. She immediately said, "If the monk comes to teach the book, the boss will definitely be happy."

"Welcome!" A big man outside the crowd smiled and asked someone to send a jar of wine: "This is for your Highness and the monk."

"Thank you!" Erhua said happily.

"I've drunk all the wine, and your highness should sing one!"

"This is the boss. If you want to listen, you have to invite me to drink!" Erhua said with a smile.

"Since your highness is going to sing, I'm all here today!" A woman's voice suddenly came in!

"Oh, Sister Qinglian!" Erhua greeted with a smile on her face while standing on the chair.

A moment later, outside Shanhuai Tower, I heard the beats playing on the table with my hands, and the girl's cheerful singing came from it:

“…Looking down at the moving dragon, looking down at the lonely mountains,

Looking down at the world of peace, leaning over to the sky.

You hold a white jade pen and write about my true nature.

I have a jar of old wines, I will give you it!”

ps: Ye Jingyan's "Song of Wine"
Chapter completed!