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Chapter 254 Wind Fire 5
Ninety-ninth Double Ninth Festival, the day of ascending the heights is approaching its peak.

Qomolangma, in Tibetan, means the water of the Virgin.On the roof of the world, at the highest point, the snow that never melts all year round protects it. For some reason, a clearing with a radius of ten steps is exposed.

The bare black stone is exposed in the sky above the clouds, receiving the baptism of the warm sun.

The haggard old lama was still as skinny as a stick, barefoot, wearing simple linen monk trousers on his lower body, and naked on his upper body, surrounded by a bright red cassock.The shoulder on the right side is bare, and there is a big red lama hat on the head, and two tassels hang down from the shoulder.

His eyeballs were cloudy, looking out to the far northern sky.

There is only lonely paleness at the entrance, the whiteness is dazzling, and the silence is terrifying.

No wind, clouds underfoot.

A string of Celestial Eye beads moved in his hand, his lips trembled slightly, and he softly recited the Heart Sutra passed down to the world.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships..."

"...form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

"...Uncover the truth and uncover the truth, Boruo reveals the truth..."

Over and over again, the Han family Mandarin with correct characters and round accents, read from the mouth of a Tibetan monk, is solemn and precious, just like the Buddha who came from the west to pass the catastrophe.

Under his feet, the shadow on the black stone was very faint, and the sunlight seemed to really pass through his body, leaving only a faint trace.

"Kumaroshi brought the Great Ming Sutra of Maha Prajna Paramita to this land of China and has sung it for thousands of years. As a contemporary living Buddha of the Yellow Sect, you insist on reading the translation of Xuanzang of Zen Buddhism. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

"Master Sanzang exchanged the secret transmission of the Heart Sutra for the Mahayana yoga meditation of the Yellow Sect, and then achieved enlightenment and became a Buddha. Strictly speaking, the Heart Sutra recited by the lama belongs to the Yellow Sect."

"Nika Aidanina, I haven't seen you for 40 years. You've made a lot of noise." A middle-aged Taoist with white hair but about [-] or so, dressed in a scruffy Taoist robe, stood shoulder to shoulder with the lama, looking around The sea of ​​clouds in the north: "What are you looking at? Talk to the old Taoist?"

"The evil Buddha at Longmenguan." The lama opened his eyes slightly, and sighed: "The evil Buddha is about to come to the world again. I am afraid that there will be another catastrophe in this world."

"Nika Aida... Bah, your name is really difficult to pronounce, let's call you Yuncai." The Taoist spat, and said again: "Yuncai, when the evil Buddha came to the world last time, the old Taoist, I remember Nabu Dala Palace sent a total of seven big red clothes down the mountain, and finally it seemed..."

"I am the only one back, Lama."

"Then this time you..."

"The Yellow Sect no longer has the power to save another life." The old lama sighed again, and said sadly: "If possible, I would rather turn into a rainbow immediately, I just hope that the world will suffer less suffering."

"Please, maybe I can help you?"

"You can't do it, it's the number of days. What's more, you are also...?!!!!" The moment the lama turned his head, the voice stopped abruptly, and his face was full of astonishment: "You, you are, you want. . . ”

"Dan Cheng. I'm going to become an immortal. Are you envious?" The Taoist raised his eyebrows mischievously, like a satisfied naughty boy: "Look..." He pointed at his feet, but there was no shadow.

"Look again~" Both feet left the ground slowly, three inches above the ground, stagnated, and after ten breaths, they floated down.

"One step ahead of you~" The Taoist smiled proudly.

"This step is more than a thousand rivers and mountains. Zhang Zhenren's heavenly posture, profound fortune, the old lama is not as good, the old lama admires it." Nika Aidanina looked at it for a moment, recovered, and said in admiration.

"So, please, please, I will help you, how about it?"

"That is the world of your Han family, why do you want the lama to ask me?"

"The Potala Palace lost the White Bone Zen, and all the karma will always be attributed to your Yellow Sect. If you don't care, your luck for the Yellow Sect will be gone. I'm afraid it won't be ten years, and the ancestral temple of the Yellow Sect will be gone. You Really don't care?"

Nika Adanina, the clouds under the sun, the supreme being in the snowy land, was silent.

a long time,

The old lama bowed, and before he could even say a word of begging, he saw the Taoist standing behind him again: "Okay, I'm teasing you. Even if you beg me, the karma involved in the Yellow Sect's past will only be gone. It's been 30 years. What's more, there are some things that you don't need to say, I will do it as a seasoned person.

This time I came to see you, actually there is a small matter. "

"Zhang Zhenren, please speak."

"There will be a great chaos in the world in the future, if the real dragon Qianshui, how about you help the old Taoist and me protect him?"

"Renren Zhang is free and easy, and he wants to..."

"I owe Zhu Hongwu a favor, and I have to pay it back, otherwise I will always be thinking about it." The Taoist paused: "Actually, that day may not really happen, but just in case, I will save it later."

"Is it enough to protect him well?"

"34 years of life, a good death is enough." The Taoist nodded.

"Yes." The old lama made his promise.

"That's enough, the gossip is over and the business is over, old Taoist, it's time for me to stretch my muscles." The Taoist waved his hands, shook his shoulders, shook his legs and feet, and turned around, leaving no trace.

The old lama stopped for a moment, shook his head, and walked down the mountain without leaving a trace in the snow.

. . . . . .

boom boom boom boom boom
A series of loud noises, the last round of shells were fired one after another, and the broken limbs flew up as expected.

After a burst of "woo-woo" horns, the flag was waved down, and the five thousand Ningxia cavalry began to fulfill their destiny.

Guards with swords and shields on both sides moved forward steadily, making every step.

This is a typical crane wing formation, the wings surround the enemy in sight, and the crane's beak rushes fiercely.

The battle outside Ganzhou has become clear.

In the great battle of tens of thousands of people, a strange vacuum spread in the center.

More than 3 people are attacking several gaps in the city wall, braving the heavy rain of rolling stones and arrows above their heads, scrambling for the ethereal vitality.

On the other side, more people followed the orders of the general and the leader, charged towards the Ningxia Guard's battle formation, and were wrapped in the army formation. They had no second choice.

When someone falls, someone will make up for it.

At the moment of confrontation, the collision of war horses, countless lives were lost.

Fire trees and silver flowers, hoarse shouts, and bloodthirsty red light appeared in everyone's eyes again.

The red blood stained the yellow sand, and the sun on the horizon was already faintly tinged with orange.

Xu Ruyi was on horseback, and the killings from all directions could be heard, which was extremely sad.

The lion and tiger covered his face, and at the gap, his eyes had moved away from Wu Kedi's face, and he was staring at Cao Guogong, who was in high spirits in the Chinese army.

Wu Kedi is no longer worthy of being his target. Even if he can survive this battlefield, there is no place for him in the world.

The real enemy right now is precisely the reinforcements he brought in by himself, which is really a great irony.

"Li Jinglong, you are so courageous, you are so courageous." Leaning tightly on the horse's back, the blood in his body surged and burned: "I want you to die without a place to bury you!"

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　　The king of darkness is about to come, and the heart demon, the Black Buddha, is coming. Well, I feel more and more that my writing skills are not enough, and I really want to learn from Sister Jiao in person. TAT
　　
　
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