Chapter 1552 All Thoughts Are Lost

"Master Zhang, don't you have anything to say to my brother?"

The words of the three Nezha brothers can be described as full of blood in their voices and tears in every word. Even an old, treacherous and cunning guy like Zhang Daoling, faced with accusations from the three brothers, would inevitably blush and become speechless.

After all, he is not a lotus-tongued generation in Buddhism, who can turn black and white and tell right and wrong at his own will. What he did was obviously wrong, but he could still take it as right with peace of mind. He knew clearly in his heart that in this matter, he had indeed acted a little dishonestly. However, this itself is also helpless.

In his position, seek his own government. In many cases, people have to do things they don't want to do. He was no exception to this point, so when faced with questioning, he could only cup his hands, and then said with a darkened face.

"It can only be said that each is their own master. The three princes, the old man must consider the future of the Taoist sect. I can only make such a bad plan as a last resort. If the three have any complaints, they can vent them to the old man. The old man has nothing to say. Can say!"

"Haha, complaints? Can we only have complaints?"

Although Zhang Daoling seemed to be speaking sincerely, Jin Zha was keenly aware of the loopholes in his words. What is a complaint? That's something that can only be talked about. If you want to do it, there is not even a door. And their brother was cheated so miserably that there was no hope of revenge for the rest of his life, and even the entire Li family might become extinct. In the end, they could only say a few complaints. How could you make him feel no resentment in his heart.

It can be said that at this time, the resentment of the three Nezha brothers towards Zhang Daoling has surpassed that of Zhou Yi, the father-killing enemy. And almost without thinking about it, Jin Zha put aside all his scruples, and started drinking loudly at Zhang Daoling.

"You old man, die for me."

Speaking of this, without saying a word, he has already received the Linglong Pagoda, and greeted Zhang Daoling's head with this Buddhist treasure.

If you can't deal with Zhouyi, the unrivaled emperor of heaven, can't you take your anger out on your dog? You know, although Zhang Daoling can be regarded as a leader in the Taoist sect in terms of strategy and calculation, but only in terms of ability, he is a little helpless.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, he has devoted almost his whole life to the operation of Taoism, but he doesn't have so much time to accumulate mana and practice supernatural powers. The so-called gains and losses, if you want to manage the Taoist sect well, it is normal to have some losses in this regard. Anyway, it is impossible for such a big Taoist school to let his brain center go into battle in person, so strength or something is simply insignificant.

This is Zhang Daoling's attitude,

And the situation has proved that his idea is very correct. How can an enemy of a hundred people compare to an enemy of ten thousand people? Strategies are the right way, as for the others, they are just small plans and not worth mentioning.

Of course, Zhang Daoling, who thought this way, probably never thought that such a day would happen to him. Seeing that the exquisite pagoda illuminated by the Buddha's light is about to fall on his head, even if he is a high-ranking and powerful man with extraordinary strategies, he can only have one thought at this time, that is, my life is over.

Indeed, no amount of calculation can compare to the crushing of naked strength. After throwing away all scruples and determined to take Zhang Daoling's life, with Zhang Daoling's ability, it is impossible to survive from such a magic weapon. But there is a prerequisite for this, that is, Zhou Yi is willing to watch him die. But judging from Zhang Daoling's current importance, it is impossible for him to let such a thing happen in front of his eyes.

So at the moment, he already raised his hand and blocked Zhang Daoling's head. But such a block made the exquisite pagoda, which should have weighed a world, immediately feel like a piece of paper falling on the cotton, and it could no longer produce the slightest movement.

As a result, even if Jin Zha used his mana to force him to feed, it didn't make any changes at all. And looking at the Linglong Pagoda that fell into his hands and gradually dimmed due to the suppression of his divine power. Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and said such a sentence.

"The treasure of Buddhism, the relics of two generations of Buddhas? It seems to be a plaything that is more symbolic than practical. If it is left behind, it may make some people think a little bit. If something goes wrong in the end, it will be bad." .So let’s do this.”

Speaking of this, when he pinched it with his hand, it was like pinching a shortbread, and the entire Linglong Pagoda was smashed into pieces.

Pure violence itself is something invincible, no matter how boundless the Dharma is, no matter how indestructible the Vajra is. It's all fake. As long as you are strong enough, there is nothing you cannot break. If you can't break it, then it only means that your strength is not up to par.

It can be said that Zhouyi used the cruelest reality to teach these guys who are superstitious about the so-called Buddha's power a lesson. And when seeing the thin gold powder flowing out from Zhou Yi's fingers, no matter who was present, they couldn't help but twitch their faces, their hearts twitched, and fell into a great panic.

The Heavenly Emperor has this ability, and he can wipe away the Buddhist treasures at will, which is naturally a shocking thing. But compared to this kind of thing, what they are more afraid of is the cruelty revealed by the emperor inadvertently. You know, there are still thousands of disciples of Buddhism and Taoism in the Linglong Pagoda. Jin Zha collected them in such a hurry that he never thought about releasing them. And this also makes it so that Zhou Yi rubbed it like this, and even the Linglong Pagoda brought the thousands of gods and arhats, and they were all rubbed into fly ash. This makes them see in the eyes, how can there be no hair on the side of the gallbladder?

Is this the Emperor of Heaven where all living beings are just ants? At this time, it is difficult to make these rebels not think so. And the more they thought about it, the deeper the despair in their hearts, and the more they felt how ridiculous their naive thoughts were.

The gods will also regret it. And in the same way, immortals have no medicine to regret. Knocked down by the cruel reality once again, the only few people left can be said to be a hopeless thought. Compared with other people, the grief, indignation and despair of the three Nezha brothers, as well as the depth of despair, are even deeper.

Because they bear the deep hatred of blood, and this hatred can no longer be avenged. Compared with others, they are just desperate, but they want to add a despair of collapsed beliefs on top of this foundation. The extent is of course not the same.

Revenge, revenge! It seemed that such a voice was echoing in his ears, as if his dead father was screaming and screaming in his ears.

As the eldest son, Jin Zha struggled for this idea all the time, and even said that because of this idea, he would not hesitate to take his own sister and his own life. Revenge, for his eldest son, has become the most important mission in life and the only value of his life. But now, seeing revenge has become a fundamentally impossible thing, disillusioned before his eyes like a flower in a mirror. He really can't have any other thoughts anymore.

Without revenge, what's the point of his life? Could it be that because of this, I have to give up this blood feud?

Thinking of the difficult situation he was facing, and the promises Zhou Yi had made to them before. Jin Zha's pale face suddenly turned red, and then suddenly walked towards Zhou Yi with big strides.

This was a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Zhou Yi did not expect that at this moment, Jin Zha, who was not even an ant at all, dared to do this. This made him give Jin Zha a large look with great interest, and then asked him with a smile.

"Why, will you still learn to give up by this time?"

"As a son, if I can't be filial to my father, what's the point of my life?"

With a wry smile, Jin Zha knelt down in front of Zhou Yi, who killed his father and enemy, like pushing a golden mountain and falling a jade pillar, and begged him hoarsely.

"Your Majesty is magnanimous, and please allow me to take revenge. I know that I can't hurt Your Majesty, but please take off your coat and let me imitate Yu Rang and stab three swords. This can be regarded as avenging my father. Blood feud. And as long as His Majesty is willing to do so, Jin Zha is willing to die to thank the world."

After finishing speaking, he already kowtowed his head without any pity for himself. But looking at his performance, Zhou Yi turned serious and asked in a deep voice.

"Isn't it good to be alive? Do you have to seek death to fulfill your wish?"

"As a son, if you can't avenge your father, you are already unfilial. If you are begging for mercy from your enemy in order to survive, then it can only be said that you have no courtesy, righteousness and shame. Unfilial people can't live in the world without courtesy, righteousness and shame." Even if people are alive, they are no different from pigs and dogs. Although Jin Zha is not a sage, he also knows the reason why people live. Therefore, the only thing we want is death, and I hope His Majesty will fulfill it!"

The words have already reached this point, and his will to die is already clear. So even Zhou Yi has no reason to stop him. He could only sigh and take off the brand new dragon robe on his body, and then threw it in front of Jin Zha. While looking at the clothes in front of him, Jin Zha suddenly yelled, and took out his sharp blade, chopping it into pieces. Then he reversed the edge of the knife and inserted it directly into his heart.

He didn't use any spells or supernatural powers, this knife literally pierced his heart, causing him to go to hell in an instant. Seeing the death of his elder brother, Mu Zha, who had a sad expression on his face, didn't hesitate any longer. He also took up his weapon and shouted, "An unfilial person, what face is he living in the world?" His own head fell to the ground one by one.

For a while, only the youngest Nezha was left among the three brothers. But looking at the scene in front of him, Nezha smiled peacefully.

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