Chapter 837

Da Lun Qinling looked up, only to see a royal capital guard with his arm outstretched, and on it perched a golden-eyed fierce bird with strong bones, beautiful body shape, and full of strength.

This fierce bird is completely different from the birds of Uszang, the Central Plains Tang Dynasty, and the Eastern and Western Turkic Khanates, and there is only one place on the entire continent that produces this kind of fierce bird.

It's a big game falcon!

In an instant, all the ministers in the hall changed their faces.

"Great Minister! The Great Food of the West sent a ......"

The tall royal capital guard strode in with a bird in his hand, but as soon as he spoke, before he could finish a sentence, he saw the imperial minister in the main hall raise his wrist, and a finger-thick qi burst out, and with one finger, the big predatory falcon, along with the letterhead on his ankle, was smashed to pieces, and all the flesh and feathers turned into blood mist and debris, flying all over the sky.

The royal guards stood at the gate in a daze, looking stunned, and suddenly couldn't say a word.

"Got it, you go down first!"

Da Yan Qinling waved his hand and said lightly, retracting his fingers in his sleeve as he spoke. And all the ministers in the palace, none of them felt that there was anything excessive about the actions of the Great Discussion of Qinling. Wu Si Zang and the Great Food Empire, long before the Tang Dynasty's forces penetrated into the Western Regions, had fought many times for the power territory of the Western Regions.

The two sides suffered heavy casualties, each with its own victories and defeats, and this state of affairs lasted for more than a thousand years, although there will be some cooperation between each other, but more of it is still a competitive relationship, which can be said to be the old enemy of the Western Regions. In particular, not long ago, the Great Food Empire also took advantage of the opportunity of the Southwest War and the annihilation of the entire army of the Ali King to attack the Uszang Empire with poison, completely stealing all the recipes and achievements of the Giant Legion.

The only bit of cooperation between the two sides has also completely broken down.

In the current Uszang Empire, eating big food is a taboo!

"Yes! Yes......"

Seeing clearly that it was the Great Qinling who spoke, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the royal guards, bowed and bowed, and quickly left.

"Okay, let's not talk about that for the time being, Zhenzhu, how did you do last time when you asked you to solve the sheep plague?"

Great Discussion of Qinling Road.

"Back to Daxiang, according to your instructions, we successfully found a formula for sheep plague from a teacher in Longxi. The spies have succeeded in bringing the recipe back. ”

Your Highness, a minister of Uszang.

"Very good, compared to the war in the north, this matter is our most important, let's solve the sheep plague as soon as possible!"

Da Zhu Qinling said lightly.

"Yes!

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"Whew!"

The cold wind howled, blowing down from mid-air, rolling down gusts of snow and mist.

Just more than 2,000 miles away from the royal capital, in an inaccessible place, a huge mountain stood tall. This mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the mountain is like a knife and an axe, all the way up, the highest peak is thousands of zhang high, straight into the depths of the clouds. The highest part of the mountain is covered with snow, and the whole mountain range is majestic and majestic from a distance, which makes people feel awe-inspired.

This is the holy place of Uszang, the place where the temple of the Great Snow Mountain is located, and the source of all the myths and legends of Uszang.

Although the entire Us-Tibetan Empire is far from entering the cold winter season, the top of the Daxue Mountain is full of snow all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, never stopped. This is also a vision unique to the entire Daisetsuzan Mountains. At this moment, a high-spirited seven-foot figure knelt at the foot of the mountain, its head pressed to the ground, motionless.

His armor was shattered, and many places were stained black and red with blood, and it looked like he had obviously experienced a thrilling and dangerous life-and-death struggle.

As early as a month ago, this figure had already appeared here, no matter the wind, the sun, or the rain, it never stopped, and it did not waver, just like the most pious and humble believer. If you don't know, it's hard to believe that this unkempt figure with broken clothes and armor is the entire Wusizang prestige, and the imperial generals who are intimidating all directions are loose and reckless.

"My lord, you better go, the holy monk will not promise you. The Great Snow Mountain Temple has never intervened in secular wars thousands of years ago, and it will not be able to do so now. ”

I don't know how long later, a voice suddenly sounded, and in front of Du Song Mangbuzhi, a bareheaded, clothed in a single robe, and barefoot, walked down from the high place with one hand together. Yi Songmang's cultivation didn't even hear his footsteps clearly. His gaze is gentle, as calm as a bottomless lake, and can soothe all the distractions in one's heart.

"This time things are different, this is not a secular war, and those who defeated me are sectarian masters of Middle-earth. These people can only be dealt with by the people in the temple, and I hope that the master will tell the holy monks and help me. ”

Du Songmang fell to his knees on the ground, his head hanging lower, and said respectfully.

"Oh?"

The bald monk's calm eyes finally fluctuated, but they soon regained their composure:

"It's useless, the holy monk won't make an exception easily, so please go back, my lord! It's useless if you kneel here for a long time. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the bald monk quickly turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step, only to disappear in the direction of the top of the mountain for a while.

Du Song Buzhi knelt on the ground, his eyes could not hide the color, but despite this, he still had no intention of leaving. He still knelt on the ground, as if petrified.

Time passed slowly, the sun rose and the moon set, day after day, I don't know how long it took, and another sound of footsteps sounded in my ears.

"Master, don't persuade me, I won't leave. ”

Du Song Mangbu did not lift his head.

"I'm not a master, but I'm here to persuade you to leave. ”

A powerful and energetic voice sounded in Du Song Mangbuzhi's ears, Du Songmang Buzhi looked shocked, raised his head, and saw an imperial general wearing a fiery red battle armor, carrying a long knife at his waist, like a god, standing in front of him.

On his body, the powerful aura was wave after wave, like a storm, which was suffocating.

"The Fire Tree Returns?!"

Du Song Buzhi looked surprised, he never thought that the general of the Ali royal family would actually appear here.

"It's useless, the temple won't make a move, if you want to kneel to the holy monk, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. But if you just want to deal with that Wang Chong of the Tang Dynasty, maybe I know a way to help you. ”

Huoshu Guizang looked at Du Song Mangbu Zhi and said:

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the injured young man Hou has been promoted to the position of the Grand Protector of the West and took over the position of Fu Meng Lingcha. ”

"What?!"

Du Song Buzhi was shaken violently, and finally showed a shocked look.

"Now you understand, when he only had 5,000 men and horses, he had already defeated you and Dayan Mangbojie, and when he was promoted to the position of the Grand Protector of the Western Empire, you can imagine what that would mean to us in the Usizang Empire. As far as I know, he is also building a city in the triangular gap. In the future, I am afraid that not only will we completely lose the Western and Western Regions, and lose the entrance to the Tang Dynasty, but also that even our own territory will be invaded by the Tang Dynasty. ”

The fire tree returned to Tibet and said lightly.

Du Song Buzhi came here a month ago, and he didn't know the changes in the outside world at all, but the fire tree was hidden and prepared, and he knew it clearly.

"You can choose to continue to kneel here, or leave with me, go to meet someone, and we will deal with that Tang Dynasty boy Hou together! Believe me, now I'm afraid that only that person can help you deal with that Wang Chong." ”

The fire tree returns to the Tibetan road.

"Who?"

"You'll know when you go. ”

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Du Song Buzhi did not speak, but raised his head and looked at the huge majestic mountains in front of him. At the end of Du Song's gaze, I looked all the way over, and saw this majestic and vast snowy mountain, along the halfway up the mountainside, one after another ancient yellow exterior wall temples, scattered, mixed up and down, like a belt, extending towards the white mountain top.

And at the very top of the mountain, high above all the temples, a small red temple stood. Although it looks as thin as a sesame seed from a distance, there is a majestic, ancient momentum breaking through the sky, as if the center of the universe, indifferent, detached, and sacred overlooking the world.

- It is the oldest and most sacred place in the entire plateau, the real Great Snow Mountain Temple!

"Alas!"

Du Song Buzhi sighed deeply, and finally stood up. Perhaps, as the master said, the Holy Land has always been transcendent and unworldly. No matter how long he kneels here, the Holy Land will not make a move after all. Compared with the ethereal sustenance of the Holy Land, after all, it is more practical to hide the fire tree that is also a general.

"Let's go!"

Du Song Mangbu finally turned his head and looked at the fire tree on the side to hide. At that moment, the corners of Huoshu's mouth finally showed a rare smile.

"You won't regret it!"

Turning around, the two walked out side by side. However, just as the two of them left from the foot of the mountain, passing an ancient tree that had grown for thousands of years, suddenly, a calm, lofty voice came from behind them.

"General!"

The sound rumbled, like thunder:

"This is what the Holy Monk asked me to give to you. ”

Buzz, the wind was howling, and the two of them turned around, and in a stunned gaze, they saw a black dot from small to large, thrown from the highest Daxue Mountain Temple. There was a thud and landed on the ground not far in front of the two of them. Ding Qing looked at it and saw that it was a wooden box about a foot long, wrapped in a yellow-brown cloth on the outside, shaking in the air current.

"The Holy Land will not make a move, nor will it kill people, nor will the Holy Monk leave the temple for you. But despite this, the Holy Land is not impossible to help you. In this box, there is a temple magic weapon, as long as it is sacrificed, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can be trapped in it and unable to move. Take it! This should help you!"

The rest of the remnants reverberated endlessly in mid-air.

This time, not only were they all loose and reckless, but even the fire tree returned to hide with a look of surprise. The magic weapons of the temple have always only heard rumors, but they have not had the opportunity to see them. The Fire Tree has been to the temple so many times, and he has never seen it after practicing here for so long. Unexpectedly, after more than a month of kneeling and worshipping, Du Song Buzhi actually moved the temple and gave him a magic weapon.

"Thank you, Holy Monk!"

All of them are overjoyed.

Picking up the box on the ground, the two quickly left.

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