Chapter 1151 – Fire Burning Sangharama Temple (1/2)
Chapter 1151 – Fire Burning Sangharama Temple
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A kite floated in the sky.
In some remote cranny, Wang Po wiped the muddy water from his face and squinted at the small mountain. He had naturally recognized that kite as belonging to Xiao Zhang.
Wasn't that kite dashed to pieces on the walls of Xuelao City several days ago?
In the past, a person had been tied to that kite, but today, it was a painting.
This painting was massive, ten-some zhang in both length and width. It swayed in the wind like a wave of wheat, but the scenes on the canvas remained strikingly clear and unaffected.
Upon seeing this painting, Divine General Fei Dian, who had just been saved by a Cinnabar Pill, focused his dazed eyes into sharp points.
Three elders in a supply convoy on the southern plains also squinted their eyes, their minds overcome with nostalgia.
Atop the walls of Xuelao City, in the shadow of a tower, Black Robe hid her hands in her sleeve as a jeering smile floated on her lips.
They could all see what was depicted in this painting.
It was Sangharama Temple, so gorgeous and ornate that it did not seem part of the mortal world.
The lineage of Buddhism had been cut off for countless years.
But the incense fires of Sangharama Temple lasted for far longer.
They had lasted until a thousand years ago, when they were finally annihilated by the fires of war.
The demons invaded and Luoyang was besieged for three months. Of every ten people in the city, three would survive. The people endured grievous casualties, and in total, six million people were killed.
The cultural landmark that was Sangharama Temple had endured untold damages.
All its beauty was lost to a single torch.
The scene depicted in this painting was precisely the fires burning Sangharama Temple.
There were now very few people who had ever seen Sangharama Temple, but many would have seen drawings of it in books, and knew of this story.
As for the siege of Luoyang, no human could forget that shame and misery.
That massive painting in the sky was almost lifelike, and seemed practically real.
Upon seeing those flames, the soldiers felt like they could hear the buildings creak in pain as they began to collapse.
There were also many faces on this painting: pained, twisted, confused, numb. In the end, these people had all died, died in this great fire.
Upon seeing this painting, the soldiers on the front lines once more thought of a simple principle.
This was history.
This was the source of anger.
This was why they had appeared at the base of Xuelao City.
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As news of this painting and the information it bore was spread around the camps, a theory began to emerge.
It was said that, back then, the Painting Sage Daoist Wu would often spend his time painting the walls of Sangharama Temple. Was he the artist behind this painting?
The entire continent knew by now that Daoist Wu was not dead, that he was currently traveling the world with a certain person.
If Daoist Wu was here, did that mean… that person had also come?
When they thought about how a legendary figure like Wang Zhice might appear on the front lines at any time, the morale of the human armies received a major boost.
In contrast, the morale of the demon soldiers suddenly dipped, dropping even more than the human morale had risen.
To the human armies, the effects of Shang Xingzhou arriving or Wang Zhice arriving were about the same. To the demons, they were completely different. They probably did not know who the current human emperor was, or who Chen Changsheng was, or that Shang Xingzhou was the teacher of the human emperor and Chen Changsheng, but they undoubtedly knew who Wang Zhice was.
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Dusk.
The setting sun painted red the western face of Xuelao City.
Half of the city seemed to be ablaze.
Suddenly, countless wild cheers broke out from atop the walls and the plains around the city.
These cheers sounded like the words 'Gu Lun Mu'.
Many demon soldiers could understand a few simple demon words, and they could never forget the meaning of this particular phrase.
When the demon soldiers crazily charged, wanting to exchange life for life, or when they were surrounded on a mountain and ultimately chose to commit suicide, they would always shout this phrase.
The meaning of this phrase was 'Divine Emperor'.