C840 Helping the Fleeing Slaves
C840 Helping the Fleeing Slaves
"High Lord, this is the custom of burial. Let them be like this!"
Ji Er and the rest were left in Chaotic Space by Yang Qiu. Ji Sha led Yang Qiu towards the manor on the other side of the river.
Yang Qiu looked at the magnificent temple at the top of the mountain, which was emitting a holy and solemn aura. He then looked at the slaves who were suffering so much that they had become numb from the torture. The anger that he had accumulated could no longer be described with words.
The Buddha Sect divided the Human Clan into two levels. A very small number of people, who had been passed down from generation to generation, acted as managers, and most of them were slaves.
These managers were the men that Ji Sha talked about.
As for the temples, they were above everything else. These old masters had their own sphere of influence, endless resources, and personal weapons. They could do anything to the serfs under their control.
As the only faith in the serfs' hearts, the temples simply turned a blind eye to these things. In fact, many times, the monks and soldiers of the temples would also participate in these matters.
The fate of the serfs was destined from the start of their lives. Even if they were fanatics, they could only be a tool to provide faith for the rest of their lives.
Only a very small number of lucky people could rely on their strong beliefs to provide powerful Power Of Faith. From there, they could condense a sarira in their bodies, and then reincarnate for generations. They could rely on several lifetimes, dozens of lifetimes of painstaking cultivation to condense a sarira and obtain the fruit.
These people were lucky enough to become disciples of Buddha Sect, but most of them could only become the most tragic fertilizer.
It was like planting crops. After the crops matured, they would be harvested, and the relics in their bodies were food.
Yang Qiu had nothing to say about the means of Buddhism.
He had absorbed the bone marrow of Human Clan, squeezed out everything in Human Clan, and seized the faith of Human Clan. He had cheated Human Clan with all his life to develop his followers. Human Clan was no better than an animal.
There was only one planet on Earth. How many people were there on Earth?
A single Buddha Kingdom had a million planets, which was equivalent to a million planets on Earth. And each planet had a population of more than 10 billion people.
There were actually 3000 of such Buddha Kingdom.
What was the use of the Human Clan's Power Of Faith? Was it worth it for the two Saints of the Western Cult to do such a heartless thing?
How did they become Saints?
Where is the Heavenly Dao?
Where is the Heavenly Tribulation?
Could this not be considered a great crime?
Yang Qiu's realm wasn't high enough, so he naturally couldn't comprehend what the true Heavenly Dao was.
Along the way, Yang Qiu was watching and comprehending. The more he saw, the more uncomfortable he felt.
There was a wasteland that had been reclaimed in the wasteland. On the barren land, there was a crop that was similar to the highland on Earth. These crops were obviously not high-yield crops. They were low and yellow, and when they were harvested, there was not even a handful of grain.
Countless serfs were working in the wasteland. On the side of the road, there was a group of fierce-looking and tall thugs. They were holding long whips in their hands. The whips kept hitting the serfs, but the serfs did not even scream.
In the gorgeous sedan chair by the road, there was a big old man with a fat head sitting there. He was covered in silk and silk, and his neck was covered with gold and jade ornaments. His hands were also covered with ten fingers of gemstone rings, making him look extremely luxurious.
Along the way, there were herders, laborers, and miners. Without exception, these miserable serfs had long become numb to it. When the whip fell, even more of their frightened eyes were only filled with fear and no resentment.
Fear made them pray, pray for their faith. This was how the Power Of Faith was created.
In their minds, there was pain and suffering, and it had long penetrated deep into their bones.
They were sinners, and they could only try their best to atone for their sins. They could only offer up all of their wealth, food, and even their children and souls, as if they could redeem their sins, and they would be able to enter the Elysian World in their next lives.
White bones could be seen everywhere along the road. Those white bones were not complete skeletons. Obviously, these were the so-called slaves who had escaped. After their limbs were cut off, they were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness.
What made Yang Qiu even more unbearable was that when those miserable serfs were praying, their eyes were filled with tranquility and joy. It was as if they had seen heaven when they were praying.
They didn't even have clothes to cover their stomachs. They had been squeezed to the point that their bone marrow had been sacrificed. How could they pray with such sincerity? Yang Qiu really couldn't imagine how Buddha did it.
Along the way, Ji Sha was silent. When he followed Yang Qiu, he was like a wooden stake. Just as the two of them turned their heads to the mountain pass, a few small black dots suddenly appeared on the wasteland.
A young man and woman, their clothes were tattered and covered in blood. Their feet were even bound with metal clanging shackles as they ran in panic and fear on the desolate plains.
That young woman's body was even more miserable to look at. Countless whip marks appeared on her back, mixing together with the blood to form scab after scab.
That young man's back was also covered by this baby. The child seemed to be so scared that he didn't dare to cry because of his parents' fear.
This was a pair of escaped slaves.
That pair of fleeing slave husband and wife were in a panic and ran towards Yang Qiu. In the distance of the wasteland, there was suddenly the sound of galloping thunder.
More than thirty tall and sturdy horses were galloping at lightning speed. They charged at the fleeing couple. From the looks of it, they were obviously playing a game of eagle and rabbit catching.
The young female slave was clearly frightened. With a bloody wound on her feet, she threw herself onto the gravel wasteland and began to wail in fear.
As for the young man, he clenched his teeth and put down the baby on his back in grief and indignation. He extended his hand and pulled out a two foot long blade. Although his entire body was trembling, he still maintained a killing stance.
Looking at the frightened family, Yang Qiu suddenly smiled faintly. Then, he walked over and said to the young man.
"You can withdraw!"
The young slave looked at Yang Qiu in horror. He did not know Yang Qiu's identity, but he could tell from his clothes that Yang Qiu was not an ordinary person. At least, an ordinary person would not be dressed so neatly and cleanly.
The gray robe that Yang Qiu was wearing was similar to the robes of those noble masters, but it was not as luxurious. This young slave, no matter how hard he tried, he could not figure it out. Why would this young man who looked like a master but not a noble master step forward to help him?
He, who was in despair, suddenly saw a glimmer of light. He fell to his knees in front of Yang Qiu with a plop and said with tears streaming down his face.
"Master, please save our child. We are willing to die, but please save our child!"
At this time, over thirty tall horses rushed over. The one in the lead, who was covered in silk, raised the whip in his hand and shouted with a sharp voice:
"Capture these two slaves that fled for their lives, cut off their noses, and dig out their eyes! Cut off their two hands once more! Lowly thing! How dare you run away!!"