Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 33: Deng Zen, ask for a red ticket)
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?? The Zen master holding a golden wheel, a court lady holding a white butter lotus in his hand, a line of attendants holding a gorgeous frag, a cavalry with a machete on his waist, a musician playing snails and a Huqin... huge The holy team supported the emperor of Tang Zang and the empress dowager out of the palace and out of the imperial city.
The whole Quicksand City never sleeps.
All the people who learned the news spread the news as quickly as possible. Almost all of them washed up as quickly as possible, put on their costumes, and walked out the door solemnly.
Even some old people who are too old to move, supported by their descendants, gathered on the road from the imperial city to the outside of the city, and personally sent their beloved empress dowager.
In this sultry night, the people who saw off were lined up in two long dragons, and the oil lamps in their hands were shining all the way, as if they were burning into the sky.
Many people started chanting, peaceful and serene.
Tang Tibet has been short of water since ancient times. However, it was born from ground cracks and gushing springs and stretched across the territory of Tang Tibet. The sacred river of Ten Thousand Springs on which Tang Tibet depends for survival has been depleted a hundred years ago.
This is a crime committed by God. Many tribes in Tang Zang began to move westward, and then they were occupied by the fifteen parts of the Western Yi tribes in a fertile land of aquatic plants. Under internal and external difficulties, the hearts of the people were separated, and rebellions and wars occurred year after year.
A real locust plague came to Tang Tibet again, and 50% of the newborns died of starvation.
The next three months did not rain. Just when all the Tang Tibetan soldiers and civilians believed that the heavens would destroy the Tang Tibetans, the saint in Prajna meditation went through the Red Scorpion Desert with bare feet and became the Tang Tibetan queen.
The queen prayed and sacrificed to the sky, calmed the wrath of the sky, exposed to the sun for three days on the high platform, the sky rained heavily, and the people were at peace.
In the past few decades, the queen has made several personal conquests, calmed down the Quartet, and ordered the army to find a source of water, planting vegetation at the source of the Tianhe River in Wanquan to solidify the water and soil. Over the past few decades, a few large green soils have been added to the territory of Tang and Tibet. , And the water flow of Wanquan Holy River does not decrease.
Even when the first emperor died in a few years, the queen quelled the rebellion of the three parents and five branches, and helped the young Emperor Fengxuan to the throne.
Now the ancient Tang Dynasty and Tibetan countries are harmonious with people, and Vientiane is newer, and the city of Liusha in Kyoto is almost never closed at night. However, the queen who has been a queen and dowager is tired, but is about to leave.
Among the carriages, the empress dowager, who has already removed the prosperous body and put on an old yellow old Zen gown, was already unable to get up, but she still asked a few personal maids to give auspicious and safe colored silk along the way, thank you Sending off from the people.
She thought of walking through the desert and the hunger and bones when she walked here. Seeing the brilliant cage fires on both sides of the road at this moment, the glow on her face is thicker, and the hand of Emperor Fengxuan is slightly increased. Strength, smiled at ease and said: "Child...you must always understand that people die like a lamp, no matter how big the country is, no matter how big the palace, when we sleep at night, we only need a place to stay and close our eyes. , This world is extinguished in the eyes, and eternity is extinguished. Born cannot bring anything, death will turn dust, let alone take away one thing. In this world, there is nothing more meaningful than living in the hearts of others with joy. The name is imaginary, but their love, their joy, you will rejoice when you look at them, but this is true."
Emperor Fengxuan looked at his mother’s face, looked at the brilliance on her face, and then at the crowd that spontaneously cut along the road. He once again understood a lot. This is the meaning of his mother’s life. He once again Nodded, Daohai understood. "
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Just when the Tang-Tibet line left Quicksand City and began to cross the Red Scorpion Desert as fast as possible, a man wearing a normal blue cloth shirt walked into Biluobianguan City and walked towards it. A deep alley where dozens of Yunqin practitioners died.
His ink is as thick as ink, his lips are red as brocade, and his body is like cast iron. The lines on his face are unspeakably cold and persevering. It is the general Wenren who has shocked the world with bravery and iron blood.
Behind him was a silent archer who carried a longbow of scarlet steel. He was more than 40 years old. There was no expression on a flat face, and the length of scarlet steel was on his body. The bow is covered with spark-like runes, and the bow is exceptionally long.
Wen Ren Cang Yue walked into the deep alley without expression and walked slowly. The deep alley was already empty. After staying in front of several high pavilions for a while, he walked to the earth wall where Cheng Xiangyi was on that day. In the hut.
The mud wall hut has been cleared out, and Cheng Xiangyi's body has been checked and buried, but the two severed swords are lying quietly in the dust, waiting for the arrival of General Wenren.
He watched these two severed swords and counted his breaths, and then walked along the way, zigzags in the deep alley, and walked into the small courtyard that originally belonged to Luo Li, the chief of the interior.
The small courtyard has also been cleaned up, but there is a deep arrow hole left on the ground.
"This is the cultivation base of the saint who can completely control the flying sword just now. She has killed so many people. Under your combined blow, she has already suffered heavy injuries... and judging from her progress, She is not a practitioner of Tang Zang, nor a practitioner from the south." Wenren Cang Yue looked at the only remaining fiery red maple tree, and suddenly said blankly at this age, such a method... The ghost disappeared without knowing it, and Nan Shanmu's order was conveyed. After thousands of soldiers walked away, it was possible to do so only with people and orders who could use the emperor. "
The silent archer remained silent.
He should remain silent, because General Wenren only told him this, and because the ghost army master was not there, he wanted to tell people, but he just missed the target.
Wenren Cang Yue's gaze stayed on the wall of this small courtyard.
He knows everything about Nanshanmu. Nanshanmu jumped over this wall that day, just to drag Luoli to death together, but in this place, there will be a sage-level practitioner!
"Zhou Shoufu...I thought you just didn’t want me to be one of the nine elders, but I didn’t expect you to have prepared such a powerful practitioner a long time ago, and then you are already ready to deal with me. You actually even me. For so many years, I am not sympathetic to the achievements of calming down the west side!"
Wen Ren Cang Yue, even the emperor and the princess are still in the dark at this moment, and others are not at all. The Ghost Army Master is not only his loyal subordinate, but also a friend he knew when he was young and frivolous. There is still a real word in this world, then this person can only be a ghost army master.
Wenren Cang Yue slowly raised her head, looking at the sky.
He wanted to poke a hole in this day.
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A bald monk wearing a bronze Zen clothes stood quietly on a sand dune.
He puts his hands together, and there is a Ujin Zen stick that is the same height as him in the sand beside him.
There are simple and simple runes on the stick, and nine golden rings are embedded on the head of the stick like a lotus.
The hot sun shone on him, and the ground heat rose, and the air twisted like a sea of fire, but he was indifferent, just looking into the distance.
His body does not look tall, but every muscle on his body bulges like a rock. It looks amazingly strong, giving a sense of power like a world-breaking world. There is no drop of sweat on his body. , But faintly shining with a faint golden light.
The string of prayer beads hanging on his chest is made of some kind of golden wood, each of which is the size of a child's fist, which makes him look unspeakably majestic and holy.
It didn’t last long. There was a real meteorite in the sky that fell into the desert sand sea in front of him. The ground shook, and many scarlet scorpions crawled out, the size of a palm. , But he still looked like a god, motionless.
After a long time, a line of teams appeared in the direction he calmly looked at.
The team that has been dragged by the chariot is the team of Emperor Fengxuan of Tang Zang and the Empress Dowager.
Seeing the line getting closer, the monk didn't say a word, just turned around and started to walk in front as if he were leading the way.
He didn't seem to walk fast with his bare feet. However, the chariot dragged by the horses in turn at the back was never able to surpass him, and he was always thousands of steps away from him.
And where he traveled, the thick yellow sand was blown away by a soft breath from his body. Under the thick yellow sand, like a miracle, an ancient yellow brick road was exposed.
The convoy moved forward on the yellow brick road, smoother.
All the people in this line, except for the empress dowager’s face with a stronger glow and a more peaceful expression, the rest of them looked at the back of the barefoot monk in front of them, all in indescribable shock and Shocked.
The sand sea is still in front of the monk, and a big mountain faintly appears.
The monk walked towards the big mountain.
Even if the emperor and the empress dowager were on the line, many people in this line of people, at the moment they saw the "big mountain", still let out an overwhelming exclamation, their bodies as violent as needles Trembling.
It is not a mountain, but three big Buddhas half buried in the hills, majestic and majestic beyond imagination.
One of them lost his head, one of them had two broken arms, and only one was intact, but the bodies of the three were also covered with a few huge cracks and some deep cut marks.
These three great Buddhas have obviously gone through countless years of unknowableness, but they are as tall as heaven and earth, so tall and majestic to such an unimaginable level that anyone will be trembling when they see it. People don't understand at all, and they can't figure out that with human resources, such a huge giant Buddha might be carved out.
This is truly an unimaginable miracle.
"This is the Prajna Buddha that my mother often said?"
Looking at the three giant Buddhas buried in the yellow sand, with clothes folds more than a train captain, watching this miracle, after a few days of arduous trek, Emperor Fengxuan, whose face is dusty and scorched, is also blank in his brain. Under this vast world and giant Buddha, it is extremely small.
Before the monk walked through the three big Buddhas, the yellow sand floating under his feet revealed a wide and shabby step.
Behind this huge Buddha, there is a deep trench and a huge canyon.
The roofs of some temples with glittering golden light are slightly beyond the horizon, built in this deep canyon.
"You guys stop."
At this moment, everyone else in the team trembled so much that they couldn't help themselves again. The one who worshipped them all was that the queen dowager, who was already seriously ill and bedridden, stood up.
"Come with me through this last journey."
A faint golden light shone out of her body, which made her exude a holy radiance even though she was extremely old and haggard, like the burning of the last wick in a butter lamp.
She held Emperor Feng Xuan's hand, with an indisputable look and tone, let Emperor Feng Xuan hold him, followed behind the monk, and walked step by step.
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(Today's red ticket is very powerful, thank you for your support, continue to ask for the red ticket... this chapter will be updated, and there will be updates in the evening.)
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