Nightfall Chapter 32: The ghost of the college
The bow is in front of Ning Que, the string is loose, but the string of the world’s giant bow is already! It is extremely tight, like the scene in the snowy field, confrontation everywhere, and battle is possible at any time Happens, no one knows when the moment when the world begins to destroy will come.
Ada is a devout believer chosen by Sangsang. He is the most outstanding juvenile powerhouse in the Golden Tent King Court, so he can feel Ning Que's eyes on the Chang'an city wall thousands of miles away. Hengmu Liren and his situation are similar. It was too late, but I couldn't feel it, either because Ning Que didn't look at him at this time, or because there were too many eyes on him at this time.
The gods moved slowly on the streets of Yangzhou City, and the sacred music of Yongmei kept sounding. The people of Qinghe County knelt on both sides of the street, watching the gods' eyes are extremely hot, and their expressions are extremely humble-these The passion and humility came either from piety or fear, no matter what, Yokoki would like to see it, and he only wanted to see it.
Behind the veil of the gods, looking at the seven Qinghe County patriarchs kneeling behind, thinking of the conversation when they summoned those people earlier, the corners of Hengmu's lips raised slightly, revealing a cold smile , Thinking silently about treating the ants, where do I need to worry too much?
No matter what you are thinking, you don't need to think again, because the temple will help you think, what you need to do is to implement Haotian's will.
This is the only thing Yonkuki Lito said to the patrons before, and then he waved his hand indifferently, driving these people away like real ants. There were dozens of priests and more Xiling **** cavalry. Under the guard, walk outside Xiangyangguan city.
He brought the mighty Nanjin navy division and the powerful and incomparable temple cavalry, from the south, the somewhat unstable Qinghe County, under his undisguised contempt and murderous intent, quickly Once stabilized again, the young people who were hiding in the darkness and preparing to cooperate with the Tang Dynasty also died or fled under the search of the deacons of the temple.
Now that his **** leaves Yangzhou City, he is naturally heading north.
Chang'an City is in that direction.
Chongming is also looking at the city of Chang'an, just in a different direction, looking at the city from Chengjing'Chang'an is in the west, where the sun sets.
Now he is no longer the Chongming prince who has served Chang'an for ten years, but the emperor of Yan, but his feelings for that city have not changed.
There is no miss, no emotion, only incomparable disgust and fear.
Behind him, the Yan State Palace, which was destroyed by the Tang army a few years ago, is being rebuilt. With the war reparations received from the Tang State, the beautiful palaces are constantly being reborn from the ruins-the Yan State at this time The capital is full of enthusiasm and prosperity, and officials and people are proud.
He was still afraid.
He has lived in Chang'an for many years. He knows how powerful Tang is. He knows that Tang people never forget hatred. He knows what Li Yu is thinking.
He knew even more that if Tang Guo really slowed down, then Yan would not be able to withstand the opponent’s cavalry. The newly rebuilt palace behind him would become a ruin again in a very short time. Li Yu will definitely give him unforgettable revenge.
Three years ago, Tang State reorganized the Northeast Frontier Army. The General Mansion is still located in Tuyang City. Compared with the past, there seems to be no change. Chongming understands that this newly built Northeast Frontier Army has only one goal. It is to destroy the country of Yan.
Chongming didn't dare to hope that with Yan's weak national strength, he could resist Tang Jun. He could only pin his hopes on the Xiling Temple and on his brothers.
Because of this, he disregarded the opposition of his subjects, and firmly implemented the orders of the Xiling Temple. The last food was searched out from his people’s homes, and they were continuously transported to the wasteland and sent to the left tents that have been enemies for generations. In the hands of the royal family.
Only the cavalry of the left tent king's court is getting stronger and stronger, can they resist the deserted tribe further north, and when the war breaks out, can they help Yan resist Tang.
Chongming originally thought that he and his country had paid so much. Even if the Eastern Account King Court could not pose a threat to Tang in a short period of time, it could at least guarantee that Yan was free from the shadow of the deserted people. However, who would have thought that the situation The development was far beyond his expectations.
Why? Why did the deserted tribes have been crippled by the Allied Forces of the Temple a few years ago, and why can they survive till now? It even seems to be slowly regaining strength?
This question that bothered the emperor and ministers of the Kingdom of Yan and made the temple extremely vigilant, as more information returned on the wasteland, the answer that was closest to the truth was obtained.
There is a ghost.
There is a ghost wandering in the wasteland. The figure is very petite, but as terrifying as a demon. No matter it is the snowstorm in the sky or the yellow sand that devours people, it can't stop the ghost.
The most powerful high priest in the left tent royal court died tragically on the shore of the Crescent Sea two years ago. Then several priests died unexpectedly. Now, no priest dared to step out of the royal court.
Every once in a while, there will be horrible news from the depths of the prairie that the cavalry squad is destroyed, or that a certain military strong has become a pile of flesh and blood.
There were people dying on the grassland, including the strong people who went to rescue in front of the Xiling Temple, and the fallen leaders that Long Qing brought to the palace, and they couldn't get rid of the ghost. !
Up to now, no living person has seen the true face of the ghost, but Xiling Temple and other countries have long confirmed who the ghost is.
The ghost is a demon.
Although she was born like a petite girl, she is undoubtedly the most terrifying and cruel demon in the world. She is not afraid of killing people, she is like cutting grass.
She is called Yu Lian, or Lin Wu.
She is the third master of the academy, and she has a more famous and frightening identity-she is the master of the contemporary demon sect, the most mysterious 23-year cicada in the spiritual world.
Even after the spring breeze has turned to rain, strong practitioners have emerged one after another, but no one believes that one practitioner can change the outcome of a war.
It wasn't until Yu Lian began to kill people on the wasteland, and it took her several years to kill hundreds of Daoist masters, that people gradually believed that this kind of thing really happened.
This is a very chilling thing.
Chongming was very chilling, and his body was also very cold, subconsciously tightening his collar, retracted his gaze to look at Chang'an City, and looked into the depths of the wasteland, only to find that it was colder.
There is wind from the original, it is extremely cold, but there is a deep smell of blood inside.
In the extreme west of the wasteland, snow is also falling. Snow squeezed out of the heavy lead clouds, and then fell to the ground, gradually covering the messy footprints.
There are horseshoes and human footprints, densely packed with countless footprints that can be seen clearly, spreading forward in the wilderness, and the sound of snow treading even seems to tear through the clouds.
At the call of the Xuankong Temple, the King Ting of the Right Account gave the order, and all the tribes gave their all to form an expedition team composed of tens of thousands of cavalry, braving the wind and snow to support.
The Buddhist masters who used to sit outside the clouds and rarely care about world affairs have now fallen to the point where they need the help of ordinary believers. It is a bit sad to think about it, but the tens of thousands of cavalry or the wind and snow on the road will When they die, who will pity them again?
Some of the snowflakes fell on the ground in the wilderness, and some fell below the ground. There was still a world under the ground, and there was a gloomy sinkhole.
At this time, it is daytime, and there is the reflection of snow. The world should be bright, at least brighter than other times. However, the world at the bottom of the tiankeng at this time is more gloomy than other times. , Like the night, the picture is very blurry.
The reason for this is that the wilderness of the underground world is burning everywhere, the barley fields that have not been frozen for years because of the hot springs are lit, the woods beside the streams are lit, and the waterwheel outside the golden pit is lit. , The tent where the nobles lived was lit, and an inconspicuous monk's temple below the Prajna Giant Peak in the distance was gradually collapsing in the raging flames.
A single spark can start a prairie fire. The serf uprising that began in the underground world a few years ago has finally spread to all tribes and can no longer be extinguished.
There are beacon fires everywhere in the Buddha Kingdom. These fires bring hot temperatures, burn gorgeous gold objects, bring dirty black smoke, and cover the sacred yellow temples on the peaks.
There are killings everywhere in the wilderness. These shouts from the deepest part of the soul can overwhelm the pious chants and ignore the calls of the morning bells.
Beacon fire and the sound of killing have not yet affected the giant peaks that the Buddha's body has turned into. Baoshan is unharmed, and the monks in the mountains have gradually cooled their hearts, and will order the right account king to come quickly for assistance.
The most important reason for this is that there is a ghost in the underground world. That ghost is the shadow of the Dao Tie Sword, walking between the dirty and the sacred without stopping.
Jun Mo is fighting.
He has been injured and seriously injured, but he has not stopped swinging the iron sword for a moment. He has been fighting endlessly for a long time, for several years.
He will not stop before tearing apart this piece of Buddha light and leading people out of hell.
The capital of Song State is adjacent to the sea. It is early winter and it is still relatively warm. Snow flakes fall from the sky and melt after a few tremors blown by the sea breeze. It is difficult to attract people's attention.
Like the man in front of the square who was preaching, he was wearing a very ordinary robe and holding a scroll of Xiling's canon, no different from ordinary priests.
It's just the content of his preaching, which is obviously different from the priests of Xiling Temple.
Ye Su looked at the oppressed believers and said: "Every one of us has sins and commits different sins, so we need... atonement?"
"If we want to redeem our sins, should we place our hope in the kingdom of God or ourselves? The great Haotian will naturally respond to our call, but what have you and I done?"
"Don’t say that you can’t do anything. Don’t change the world. It’s even harder to imagine. This world is made up of countless selves. So as long as we can change ourselves, we actually change the world, and it’s the most fundamental Changes."
"We are seeing a person changing a war, seeing a person changing tens of thousands of years of injustice, then why can't we change the world and change ourselves?"