Chapter 54 City

After Wang Ming parted with Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Mu Nianci, he planned to return to the Valley of Jueqing to practice in seclusion. There would be people to serve him food and drink, so naturally Wang Ming was eager to return.

But teaching Guo Jing the "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art" that night reminded him of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra", a peerless but deceptive martial art.
The Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kungfu is divided into thirteen levels:

The first level of Kung Fu is very simple. Even a foolish person can master it within one or two years as long as he is taught.

The second layer is twice as deep as the first, and it takes three to four years. The third layer is twice as deep as the second, and it takes seven to eight years. It increases exponentially, and it becomes more and more difficult to make progress.

After reaching the fifth level, if you want to practice a deeper level, you usually need more than 30 years of hard work. In the Vajra Sect, there have been many eminent monks and extraordinary people, but no one has ever practiced the thirteenth level of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" to more than ten levels. This Kung Fu is a gradual process, and there is no reason why it cannot be practiced. If someone lives for thousands of years, he will eventually reach the thirteenth level, but human life is limited.

It's easy to imagine how tricky this martial art is, but Wang Ming is not afraid!

Therefore, he decided to go to the Vajra Sect of Mongolian Esoteric Buddhism to seize this life-saving magic skill.

We passed through the Song Dynasty's safe zone and came to a small town on the border of the Song Dynasty. Wang Ming had been here with Ke Zhen'e and others last time. This time, Wang Ming also planned to go into the city to buy some dry food, because there are not prey available everywhere.

But when I arrived at the city gate, I was shocked to see what was before me.

There were large splotches of blood red on the ground outside the city. I squatted down, dipped my fingers in some soil, and put it to my nose to smell it.
That is blood.

A lot of blood,

Lots and lots of blood.

The city gate was in ruins and there were dead bodies lying on the city walls.

Wang Ming knew without even entering the city that a brutal war had taken place here.

The city gate was open, and the bodies of dead soldiers were everywhere at his feet. Fortunately, it was winter, otherwise the smell of decay would have been everywhere and flies would have been flying all over the city.

An hour later,

Wang Ming's heart was completely chilled.

It's cold,
It's so cold that there's no temperature at all.
There is only an infinite coolness.

The whole city was filled with dead bodies, not a single living person was left.

At his level, he could hear the heartbeats of ordinary people within a hundred meters. He used his lightness skills to search for living people everywhere in the city, but to no avail.

Basically, all the food and valuables in the house disappeared.

The king also found several bodies of civilians and soldiers who were not from this city. The one wearing…

Wang Ming is very familiar!
It was one of the most familiar pieces of clothing for him in this world.

He has been in the desert for 20 years and is very familiar with the clothes - Mongolian military uniforms

Wang Ming inferred from the traces on the battlefield that a large Mongolian army was about to attack the city. The city defenders would rather die than surrender, and after the city was captured, the Mongols massacred the entire city.

Then Ying Gei was about to attack Xiangyang, and he left in a hurry, without even having time to deal with the corpses in the city.

The scene in the city was truly tragic.

For example; such a family,
The man was stabbed in the abdomen by a weapon such as a spear. He fell to the door holding a piece of cloth from a Mongolian soldier's clothes in his hand.

There were two elderly people lying on the bed inside, also killed by a gunshot wound to the heart and lungs.

I came to the kitchen... On the table was a naked woman, with bruises all over her body, and her lower body...

He died in extreme humiliation, and was still looking at the firewood pile before his death.

I walked over and took away the firewood, and behind him was a child of about five or six years old with a hole in his chest. It was obvious that there was no hope of saving him.

Unfortunately, the woman didn't know that when the soldiers searched, they liked to use long spears to feel whether there was anyone among the firewood, and the child died just like that.

The whole family tried their best but failed to save him.

This family is not the only one, there are many,

a lot of!

Lots of families!
A warm family was destroyed.

Wang Ming has always known that war is cruel and that it is a meat grinder of blood and flesh.

I have always been in awe of war, but today I truly experienced what it means to have rivers of blood and human tragedy.

Wang Ming was not opposed to the change of dynasties. These were the inevitable processes that the old feudal dynasties would go through at the end of their reign.

This is actually just a change of surname to rule the country, and the exploited will still be exploited.

Chives are still leeks, but the knife used to cut them is different.

But this is too tragic.

“When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer. This sentence is so cold, yet so true.” Wang Ming couldn’t help but think of this sentence.

Wang Ming is not a saint. In some senses, he is particularly selfish.

He does everything without affecting his own fundamental interests. Don't think that Wang Ming is a good guy just because he taught Yue Buqun and Guo Jing martial arts and gave them a lot of help.

Martial arts secrets and those helps.

Did he pay any substantial price?

No!

He is not a saint who sacrifices herself for others, so when Guo Jing was going to defend the Song Dynasty, he had no interest in helping.

But when I came to this empty city after the massacre,

The only things in the city, including dead bodies on the ground and the cries of vultures in the sky, made him change his mind.

War means death. There is no way around it. He does not have the ability to make the world free of war and achieve eternal peace, so why bother?

He had no objection to the Mongols attacking the Song Dynasty. He was a modern time traveler and did not have such a strong sense of immersion.

If they followed Bai Qi's example and killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers, Wang Ming would not interfere, but massacring ordinary civilians was a bit too much.

So Wang Ming changed his mind and went to Xiangyang City.

There are too many things in this city, and they cannot be solved in a short time. He is also in a hurry, so he can only keep it as it is.

(End of this chapter)