"I haven't asked you yet, are you just going into the mountain just to do training?"

Zhou Tiansheng has brushed his rare long mane.

"Yes, I'll have to hunt some prey." Don Quixote wiped his cross sword.

"Ha? Haven't you practiced your knight's way? How did you change your career and become a hunter?" Zhou Tiansheng said

"Knight, it's not just about fighting." The sun shone on Don Quixote's side face, and he suddenly smiled with a dazzling white light. "It was only after I came here that I gradually understood what the way of a knight is. This is also the reason why I stay here and stop wandering!"

"Why? I still don't understand. What can be done here is not possible in your own country? Do you have to come here all the way?"

Don Quixote was slightly ecstatic and silent, with a trace of pain and confusion flashing in his eyes: "You can practice the knight's way anywhere... However, in my country, people like me will be regarded as fools.

My father asked me to let go of the knightly way I insisted on and become a hypocritical but sleek person so that I could be at ease among the nobles. My mother begged me to let go of the knightly way and give up fighting so that she would have an unscathed son.

Between comrades, I am just an alien who can get in the way. Oh, how can they be considered comrades? A group of villains who hold the Bible and do all kinds of evil are not worthy of the noble name of the knight, and God will eventually judge them.

When I was holding a sword and a horse, they all said I was crazy.

I know I'm doing the right thing, but I can't hold on anymore. There is really no place for me to live there."

Yin Liting sighed, "The whole world is turbid, I am only clear, and everyone is drunk, I am only awake, so I see it."

"What was he talking about?" asked Don Quixote. After coming to the Central Plains for a long time, he spoke very fluently in Chinese, but the Central Plains culture is profound and profound. There are countless allusions in it. He has no chance to contact it, and it is natural that he cannot understand it.

"It is about Qu Yuan, a great writer and politician in our country before the fifteenth century. He insisted on ideals and justice, so he was exiled by his king and finally died in the river. A great historian Sima Qian recorded his deeds and made a very high evaluation. By the way, this great historian was castrated because he refused to support the emperor. Well, it means similar to a horse. These two sages are respected by the world and are known as moralists who are well-known and famous in history.

So, you did the right thing, please stick with it!"

Zhou Tiansheng is not such a person. He even thinks that these people are stupid. For the sake of some stupid justice, Taoism, and ideals, they have to endure inhuman blame and punishment. However, this does not affect his respect for them at all. If there were no such people in the world, what would the world be like?

Don Quixote's blue eyes were a little confused, "Since it's right, why do we have to bear these pains? Why do they want me to give up the way of the knight?"

"The pain you endure is not just your own pain. If you bear the pain, there will be less pain in this world. Qu Yuan suffered for his country, and Sima Qian suffered for the real history. If you leave one person under those villains, you will suffer for him. Even if you will be scolded, the scolding may be a life and a family's happiness."

Zhou Tiansheng thought silently: I hoped that in my previous life, such a person would save me, but unfortunately, I didn’t meet him in the end.

He didn't notice that Don Quixote's pupils suddenly lost their focal length, and he recited silently in a low voice:

"He is indeed responsible for our worries and our pain, but we think that He is punished and has been beaten and suffered by God. But he did not know that He was injured for our transgressions and was crushed for our sins. We were peaceful for the punishments he suffered, and we were healed for our wounds. We were all confused like sheep, and each of us went his own way. The Lord made all of us guilty." (Bible)

Don Quixote repeated over and over again: "The Lord has given all of us all sins to him, and the Lord has given all of us all sins to him, and the Lord..."

"So, am I doing the same thing as God? Is he carrying the same pain as God?" Don Quixote raised the cross pendant on his chest and kissed the sun.

“God is with me!”

Under the golden sunlight in the morning, he reflected like an angel.

Don Quixote seemed to have let go of some great confusion, his blue eyes were as clear as the blue sky, and he smiled and said, "Haha, I finally understand why I am so close to you. You are the angel sent by God to guide me."

Zhou Tiansheng curled his lips. What kind of angels are rare? It’s just greedy. Besides, I was not sent by God to save you, but by Hongjun Daozu, who sent you to save the world. Your guide angel is "Chicken Soup in the Heart" I read in my previous life.

"You only said why you left your country, and you haven't said why you stopped here?" Zhou Tiansheng asked again.

Don Quixote pointed west:

"There is a large stone wall where the three rivers gather. There is a large statue of Buddha carved in front of the stone wall. When I saw it and heard its story, I seemed to have received God's guidance, and I might find my answer here. Then, I settled at his feet, ha, but it turns out that God's guidance is on you!"

"What big Buddha statue, and what story?" Zhou Tiansheng asked. He had never been to Sichuan in his previous life, so he naturally didn't understand what Don Quixote was saying.

He Yuxuan spoke in time: "Xiaoxia Zhou, Mr. Tang, is probably talking about the Leshan Giant Buddha, which is located at the confluence of the Minjiang River, Qingyi River and Dadu River."

"According to legend, in the early Tang Dynasty, there was a Lingyun Temple on Lingyun Mountain. There was a monk in Lingyun Temple, with the name Haitong. At that time, at the foot of Lingyun Mountain, the Minjiang River, Qingyi River, and the Dadu River, the water was deep and rapid, the waves were overturned, and the boats were often swallowed up. Haitong saw this scene and was extremely sad. He pondered day and night, and finally came up with a solution: to carve the largest statue of Maitreya Buddha in the world on the rocks, so that he could face the vast three rivers day and night for thousands of years, Anlan to protect the people."

"He had a great wish, and he traveled thousands of miles, and went from all directions to recruit Huahua. After hardships, he finally returned with a full load. The county magistrate of Jiazhou heard that Haitonghua had a large sum of money and came to ask for it. The eminent monk of Haitong flatly refused and said, "You can get your eyes off, but Buddha's wealth is rare!"

The county magistrate did not believe that there were such people in the world who could sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and was so angry that he forced him to goug his eyes.

The eminent monk Haitong took out one of his eyes without hesitation and silently raised it to the county magistrate, which scared him to flee in panic. Then the Buddha was finally built after a hundred years. Unfortunately, the eminent monk had passed away at that time.
Chapter completed!