A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A torrent of tanks and steel advanced through the mountains.

No mountain or cliff can stop it.

After traveling for more than a thousand kilometers, the view suddenly widened and entered a plain area.

Looking around, there are vast stretches of fertile fields, thousands of miles of fertile fields, with small rivers running through them from time to time.

On the ground, villages and cities stood in clusters, watching in horror the sudden group of steel monsters and the thundering roar.

Figures wearing strange clothes sat cross-legged on the monster.

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief!"

An Siyan reported: "The troops are currently entering the Nanzhong Plain area. The Nanzhong Plain is more than 2,000 kilometers wide and has a population of hundreds of millions. There is a mortal regime called the Dali Dynasty. It was established by the Xianmen many years ago. The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace occupies this place. The name was not changed later, but the Baoding Maitreya faith was enforced."

"The armored troops passing through this plain will inevitably destroy a large number of crops. If the battle is ultimately successful, they will return here to compensate and resettle the damaged victims."

What if you can't win?

Then I can only wish you well, because you have more than enough intentions but not enough energy.

"Belief?"

Regarding the battle of the army, Jiang Ding rarely paid attention to other things except dividing the battle objectives. At this time, his attention was attracted by a word.

"Yes, Xuanwu Tiangong's research on incense belief is very in-depth. The pinnacle representative work of its incense belief technology is the three hundred and sixty-five divine generals who guard the Tiangong, Xingjun."

An Siyan checked some information and said: "Baoding Maitreya is also one of its manifestations. Incense belief should be able to improve his strength, especially in his Incense Divine Court, where there will be greater strength. Variety."

"The Western Desert also has its own distribution of beliefs."

"Our troops stationed in the West Desert are working with iron-blooded efficiency to eradicate their belief in Maitreya in the Baoding of the West Desert. It is expected that they will be able to eliminate all the incense temples in the West Desert within a month at most."

The tank army rumbled past the village, flattening the crops and even the streams and hills.

Many farmers were heartbroken when they saw it, but they did not dare to do anything to stop it. Many people even thought they saw soldiers from the underworld and kowtowed in prayer.

Jiang tiptoed, fell from the sky, and landed in the most conspicuous building in the village, a Maitreya temple.

It occupies an extremely large area and is covered with stone slabs, which are extremely rare in the village, without any gaps.

In the center is a temple made of brick walls, painted pure white, with triple blue tile eaves.

Inside the temple, surrounded by incense,

A clay sculpture with a golden body and a majestic appearance, with a bun on the head, earlobes hanging down to the cheeks, hands clasped together, and six arms behind him, each holding two pairs of Zen staffs, tripods, and golden wheels. It is lifelike and human like a real person.

Thick incense lingers around the golden body, containing the emotions and thoughts of millions of sentient beings. It is a terrible filth to the monk's magic weapon and soul.

"My Buddha, the Cauldron Maitreya, is immortal, indestructible..."

Even now, with the torrent of tanks and steel passing by outside, there is still an abbot with a big face and big ears leading four or five novices in reciting the scriptures of the Baoding Maitreya Sect with nothing else in mind.

Divine sense induction is also pious, not deceptive.

"The construction of this temple required tens of thousands of people from a dozen nearby villages, and even the wealth accumulated over ten years of hard work may not be enough."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The productivity of villages in feudal society was low, and it was not easy to support the whole family. Selling children and children was very common in disaster years.

Now you have to support such a big Buddha and a group of abbot novices, and your life can be imagined.

The third-order spirit radar scans a radius of hundreds of miles.

Sure enough, all the people were sallow and thin, and there was a woman who had less than half a month's worth of food in her family, yet she still had to give away half of it as a tribute to the Buddha.

Among the many temples within a hundred miles,

There are quite a few such devout abbots, accounting for about 12 out of 10, and the rest are mostly monks who indulge in alcohol, meat and meat, and blatantly keep a large number of maids and servants in the backyard of the temple.

But looking at the people around me, in terms of piety, they seem to be no worse than here, and their performance is up to standard.

The lives of the common people are exactly the same. They are very poor. They sell their children and daughters to offer sacrifices to Maitreya. The pious abbot's life is a little better here, but only a little.

"Incense faith, if you want to maintain piety, there are two routes."

An Siyan introduced.

“The first is to allow believers to receive excellent Buddhist education, enrich them spiritually and materially, and then lead them to the Buddha’s path, willingly acknowledge the Buddha’s path, and pursue His theories tirelessly. , voluntarily devote yourself to the path of Buddha, and be willing to make sacrifices and dedication.”

"Is it difficult?"

Jiang Ding guessed.

"It's difficult."

"Human beings are naturally rebellious. When they are poor, a piece of steamed bun and a tael of silver can make them grateful. Even if they give you their heart and soul, they will still be willing to do so."

"But after he has become rich for a while, you give him a piece of silver and want his heart, and he will give you a spit and a punch."

"The same is true for the Buddha. Abundant spiritual and material things do not necessarily bring devout faith. After most people have knowledge, they will instead have the idea of ​​'Maitreya Buddha, who can replace him.' Even after guidance, there is very little piety. ,Very difficult."

"How can this be called rebellion?"

Jiang Ding exclaimed in admiration: "This is the endless joy of human beings fighting against heaven and man. Human beings' insatiable enterprising spirit uses this endless desire to conquer all the heavens and worlds and become the overlord of all heavens."

"You're right."

An Siyan rolled his eyes: "In short, the first type consumes a lot of resources, has little faith in incense and has unclear returns. It is not taken by most incense gods."

“They prefer the second one, placing believers in a generally poor and difficult life, maintaining the most basic survival, and cutting off their channels for education and knowledge.

The last bit of spiritual hope and sustenance can only be obtained in temples, where you can get a large and continuous supply of incense. "

"Understood."

Jiang Ding flew into the sky, sat cross-legged on the super aerospace fighter, and flew to the front of the army invisibly. The third-order spirit radar was deployed to scout the way forward for the army.

"Let these devout or ungodly abbots of the Maitreya Sect of Baoding be dealt with."

"Baoding Maitreya is the sinner of all living beings in the small world of barren copper. He is the chief culprit of poverty and ignorance of hundreds of millions of people. It's okay for the novice monks to be innocent. The more pious these abbots and accomplices are, the more they deserve to die."

"If the people block it and resist the actions of destroying temples and severing their faith, they will be dealt with in the same way without forgiveness. No one is still innocent after committing an act of war."

"yes!"

Hearing this even more cold-blooded order, An Siyan jotted it down and distributed it to each division.

The torrent of the steel army crossed the entire Nanzhong Plain in a straight marching route and happened to pass by the capital of the Dali Dynasty.

The world-famous Dali Imperial Guards, wearing heavy armor and holding sophisticated weapons, stood trembling on the wide and tall city wall.

Many princes and nobles, including even the disguised emperor of the Li Dynasty, hid among the soldiers and looked at the tanks roaring past outside the city wall in horror, not daring to breathe loudly.

Fortunately, from beginning to end,

No one paid attention to them, but tanks kept passing in front of them, flattening everything in their way and driving into the distance.

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