The Jedi God of Resistance

The Jedi God of Resistance

by Wan Feng Xu Xu

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The Japanese and traitors hated him to the core and regarded him as their number one enemy. They offered huge rewards just for his head. He alone is an army. When he came to this era of war-torn, humiliating and passionate resistance, he was equipped with a super PUBG game system. He transformed into a lone ranger and vowed to kill all the Japanese and traitors and return our magnificent mountains and rivers.

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said: "The ** is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump out of the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall'. You see, the Buddha also broke the precepts, let alone me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."

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66 Big75mo ago

I want to give a bad review! But it's not easy to write a book and give it an average rating. The author must be too young.

I have been reading books for more than 10 years. I usually talk more about books with some potential and give some suggestions. Then I will elaborate: 1. When writing anti-Japanese war novels, you cannot destroy the IQ of the entire Japanese army just because you have watched too many anti-Japanese dramas. After all, Japan was also the number one country in the East during World War II. Its military strength was 46% higher than that of the United States in the early and middle stages of World War II. Why is the United States so strong now? Let me explain. The United States has been recuperating from the Civil War to the liberation, while the European powers have been fighting wars, so many rich people and technical talents there have stayed away from the war and gone to live in the United States. Then after World War 1 and World War 2, other continents around the world have been at war, and a large amount of capital has been transferred to the United States (rich people cherish their lives), and then it has been selling weapons to the whole world, and it has developed. It can be said that times make heroes and the inevitable law of development. Therefore, there is no such thing as 1v50 or more. Grenades are everyone's basic configuration. Many people are equipped with 2-3. If you think about it, the protagonist of this book has long been gg. 2. Writing a novel involves ups and downs. It's fun for you to keep beating the devils, but if you do it too much, you'll be tired and boring! Think about it for yourself. It's almost 600 chapters since I wrote it. It's probably not even half a year. Apart from killing a few more Japs, what impact does the protagonist have on the overall situation? You have to understand the saying that "war is fought for materials or money" and the national treasury is empty! Personal heroism does not help the overall situation at all! No matter how many high-ranking officials you kill, it will be useless; the official position is still there, and if someone dies, he will send someone over. Only in large-scale battles can he have a great influence, can he dominate the outcome of a battle, and can he decide the ownership of an area! ! ! At this point in time, the Anti-Japanese Alliance is still a handful of little shrimps. They can't defend the town, and they have to leave even if they fight. It's meaningless; they can only harass the enemy's war zone and slowly find their strength! 3. The correct way to start the Anti-Japanese War during that period was to join the Communist Party. Whether it was secretly or openly, developing and strengthening the anti-Japanese forces was the top priority. Therefore, equipment, materials, and money were essential. Every action must be taken into account whether there is any benefit, instead of just running to kill a few Japanese without taking equipment and materials like a reckless man. Your book with a system is actually very easy to write. Even with the bugs of the infinite warehouse, you can still write like this. It's also crazy! The protagonist has warehouse space and a map, but he is still too reckless. In the early stage, he sneaks into the county to find out the grain warehouse, arsenal and other material points. You can just go in and steal it, and kill some Japanese on the way; our underground contact point of the Communist Party has spies in all major cities. If you want to do bad things, isn't it too easy? If you think that taking things out of the warehouse is difficult to explain, it is actually easy. The people at that time were simple. You recruited dozens of strong men and put the stolen materials in the cave every time, and then told your boss to send someone to get it. It is such an easy solution to say that your team or company got it. Of course, don't give too much without thinking, just distribute enough to eat, and steal them all at once. Otherwise, the people will still suffer! Slowly recruit people, develop and grow, and become regiment commander, brigade commander, division commander... Is the way to go. 4. If you follow the development model I mentioned, your system of guns and ammunition will have a big problem! ! ! Bullets cannot be popularized, so the only way to change the caliber of fire sticks is to change the bullet caliber. For rifles, submachine guns, and sniper rifles, it is recommended to use the one that was popular at the time. I don't want to say more about your book. There are too many problems. If you read it as a cool article and forget all the problems, I think most people can only read a hundred chapters before abandoning it.

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☞don't Forget Each Other☜84mo ago

I just read two chapters, but it's just one, two, and three every day, which makes me tired. I can't stand a good book.

The book is very good. Don't add 1, 2 or 3 to the title of each chapter.

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One Love Lasts Forever80mo ago

I feel like this book is so low-IQ. I won't read it anymore.

What the hell is that system? I would like to ask the book friends if you understand.

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A Grain of Dust75mo ago

There are warehouses and people don't know how to get some food and clothing. They freeze like dogs while sleeping outside. They kill traitors without ransacking their homes. Even if they don't need it themselves, they can give it to the people or the Anti-Japanese Alliance. Not to mention personal heroism, one vs. Dozens or hundreds of Japanese is a fool's errand. The devils in the Northeast are the Kwantung Army

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Modesty and Courtesy80mo ago

I was a little unhappy when I first read it, and almost gave up on the book. I didn't give a negative review because I never give negative reviews.

The reason is first. Where is that woman doing knitting? It makes me angry! With all due respect, she is a stupid woman. Secondly, are you the only one with grenades? ? Why the hell are you standing alone with others, each holding a grenade, and jumping directly into the street? Don't tell me that the commander is going to live, because in that section of the alley, the commander did not issue such an order. Third, you keep fighting, from east to west, and from south to north, and you are about to overturn the sky. Do you know? I feel tired when I look at it,

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Shenyue Emperor83mo ago

I hope the author can read it

The content of the novel is quite good, but the title of the table of contents cannot be the same for many chapters. For old bookworms who have read a lot of books, sometimes they will skip reading. The most important thing is to look at the chapter names. It's very annoying to write the same chapter names.

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Shishen78mo ago

Let's go, let's go

I feel like the protagonist is so **, and I don't want to watch it when I see that he has no skills and is wandering around with a bottle of oil. And he doesn't need any equipment, he sounds like he's rich. I still dislike this and dislike that. Is a submachine gun effective at such a long distance?

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Drink Less76mo ago

Speechless

The protagonist you wrote is so mentally retarded. The protagonist, Wang Er, brought the Japs into the village. He knew clearly that it was Wang Er, but he still said who told the Japs the news.

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Screenwriter Nickname73mo ago

I have written more than 200 chapters and am still using VSS and shooting 98K bullets so many times?

There is not much difference between having a system and not having a system

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