Lingshan.

The shrine is made of sandalwood, and the bells echo.

The dawn of the morning pushed into the temple, and the petals on the top of the mountain temple flew one after another, falling on the shoulders of the men in green shirts kneeling on the futon, and the clothes were everywhere.

Song Que sat in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in the quiet seat of Master Shao Yun's retreat, the curtain was swaying, and there was light in all directions.

In front of his futon, there was a cage of bamboo slips on the ground, and many bamboo slips with different hexagrams were scattered outside the bamboo tube, and the ground was messy and dense.

Song Que is not only a guest of Lingshan, but also responsible for presiding over many affairs inside and outside Buddhism.

He was also a father.

The curtain was gently lifted.

There are only a few people who can step into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The lark folded his hands and came to Song Que's side, he knelt on another futon, and cleaned up the bamboo slips for the big guest...... The little monk's fingers couldn't help but tremble when he picked up one of the bamboo slips.

Just by touching, you can perceive the danger of life.

The person who divides and calculates the fortune of the great guest secretary corresponds to him, and what is about to happen is a great omen.

Go without saying.

He also knows who it is.

"Mr. Song Que, Mrs. Gu is here, she is waiting for you in front of the palace. ”

The lark sighed lightly and said seriously: "Lingshan is not afraid of imperial power, if you are really entangled, you can make a move." The rest of the cause and effect, karma, and calamity, I will fight for the spiritual mountain. ”

The man in the green shirt with thin cheeks spoke in a soft voice.

"It has nothing to do with imperial power...... It also has nothing to do with cause and effect......"

His sideburns and hair were much whiter overnight, and his demeanor was much haggard.

"If you are afraid that something will happen to Jinglian...... How could I let him wander the Celestial Plateau, and when he was young, he indulged in leaving the country. Da Keqing laughed, but this laughter sounded a little gloomy, "He is my Song Que's son, over the years, although he has regarded him as a treasure in his heart, he has never held it in his mouth, afraid that he will fall, afraid that he will be injured." ”

The lark listened.

My heart trembled.

Truly...... Song Jinglian's body is full of dense scars, and she has suffered several fatal injuries and passed through the ghost gate several times.

This is Song Que's education.

Bathing in blood and drawing a knife is the only way for a man to grow up, and if you want to stand up, you must bathe in more than just the blood of your enemies.

"But this time it's different...... Skylark silently clenched his fists, "Uncle Jinglian, you may really die in the Eastern War." ”

"yes......"

Da Keqing replied softly.

He knew better than anyone what war in the East meant.

The realm of personal cultivation is insignificant in this war, even an extreme star monarch like Jiang Yuxu may die in the attack and killing layout of the ghost cultivator.

"Whew-"

The wind blew and the curtains swayed.

Song Que slowly stood up on his knees, he stood under the vastness of the Temple of Light, and what echoed in his mind was the conversation between himself and his son when they parted in the heavenly capital.

"You know that I am an envoy of the Order in the Northern Realm Ping Demon Division, not a sect master. It's sword skills, not dragon slayers—"

"Why give me such an important position? Behind me are hundreds of thousands of lives!"

After a long silence.

It's your own answer.

"It's because it's hundreds of thousands of lives that I'm going to give it to you. ”

He had nothing to teach him for a long time.

He is the only one who can teach his son...... It's about learning to respect your choices. Many years ago, Song Que wanted to become a free person, but when he awakened the Divine Sea in the Futu Ancient Cave, he embarked on a completely different path from what he had hoped for...... So after twisting the fire, in those long years, he often looked back and often sighed.

Do you respect your choice?

Become the great guest of Lingshan, guard one side of the people, and protect one side of the terracotta.

Above 10,000 people, highly respected.

That's good, of course.

But that's not what he wanted at first.

The man in the green shirt slowly turned his head, facing the Buddha, and his voice was hoarse.

"Have you ever heard of the saying, people always choose between the easy and the right things......"

"This is my final message to Jinglian. ”

The lark looked at the big guest with a complicated expression.

The man with gray sideburns smiled and said, "I gave Jinglian a jade order and told him that if he encounters an unsolvable danger, he will crush the jade order." ”

"I sat all night in this temple of light, not for divination, but for waiting. If there is the slightest sign of tremor in that jade order, I will break through the void, and even if all those old guys in the Red River jump out, it will never be able to stop me. ”

Click.

The man in the green shirt silently clenched his fists, his bones crackling.

He looked at the lark again and smiled softly: "He has grown up, and I respect his choice and trust his choice. ”

The lark's eye sockets are a little red.

The Buddha moved his lips and stopped talking.

Until the big guest secretary turned around and prepared to lift the curtain.

The lark finally made up his mind, took out a summons from the placket of his robe, and handed it out with a trembling voice.

"Mr. Song Que, this is ...... The battle report of Koshi Castle. ”

......

......

"Tear and pull".

The paperwork of the war report was torn to shreds.

Tear again.

Ten pieces, a hundred pieces, I don't know how many times this document was torn up, and finally the prince pinched it in the palm of his hand, slapped it with a heavy palm, and the entire jade case collapsed, so he was still not relieved, the prince stood up, flicked his sleeves fiercely, and swept the jade porcelain and wine cup beside him to the ground.

The screen shattered, and the paintings and calligraphy fell.

The people outside the hall were terrified when they saw the blurry image reflected in the window paper.

How many years?

When did the prince ever have such a gaffe today?

Kunhailou's two war reports were delivered one after another within one day.

The first letter is the good news of the great victory of Jiazi City, when the battle report came, there was a joy in the Tiandu City, and the temple learned that the three Dharma bodies of Han Yue were destroyed, and together with tens of thousands of ghost cultivators, they almost had to set up a celebration banquet in advance.

What is this concept?

According to the information in the first battle report, in the battle of the eastern border, Jiazi won a big victory, which was equivalent to the victory of the Tiandu side in advance.

But before the prince could be happy, the second battle report document was sent to Tiandu.

At this moment, Gu Qian knelt in the room, he didn't look at His Highness at all, he only dared to raise a ray of afterglow.

The broken screen reflected a young figure sitting on a bench, and the prince's hoarse voice slowly sounded in the pavilion.

"Qiang Mountain, Gui Ling Mountain, Taiyou Mountain, the three holy mountain lords all died in battle......"

"Jiang Yuxu died in battle......"

"Song Jinglian, Cinnabar died in battle......"

"Koshi Castle suffered 36,000 casualties, the fortress fell, and the city was shattered......"

Li Baijiao could hardly believe his eyes. How to make him believe!

Jiazi City, which was still a big victory half a day ago, fell in an instant, and the high-end combat power of the Sanshengshan camp was almost wiped out, and no one in the scout camp survived, which means that no one knows what happened in the battle that broke out at the head of Jiazi City.

The monks who participated in that battle.

All died.

The fate card is broken, there is no vitality, even if it is a fortune teller, he can't tell the slightest breath.

When the Star Monarch of the Three Holy Mountains realized that something was wrong, he rushed to Jiazi City...... It was already a dead city, with impregnable walls that had been beaten to pieces.

The formations were annihilated, and the corpses were everywhere.

All this happened so fast that it was like a dream.

For the crown prince, it was a nightmare.

"In the battle later, what about Ning Yi......" The prince said in a trembling voice.

Previously, Jiazi won a big victory, and Ning Yi defeated Han Yue's Dharma Body.

Why did he leave Jiazi?

Gu Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Han Yue is still one Dharma body away, and he will attain the consummation of the six realms of reincarnation...... Ning Yi fell for his plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. ”

The prince closed his eyes in pain.

All this happened too fast, too precise, too compact.

The big victory in the first game was not an accident at all, it was a well-planned and long-planned long game.

Through the thirty-nine battles, large and small, Liulishan saw through the arming, patrolling, and weakness of the formation pattern of Jiazi City.

In the first ghost cultivation raid, even if Ning Yi did not appear, there was a high probability that he would be defeated, and he would use this to lead the Holy Mountain Sword Cultivator to attack.

The second heavy kill followed.

Now, that's not really a clever layout.

Once the intention is detected in advance by the Three Sacred Mountains, it is very likely that it will be exchanged for other long-term attacks at the cost of abandoning Koshi Castle...... Liuli Mountain, which has condensed a large number of troops, will lose the territory of the battle line that has been fighting for a long time once it is empty.

But it's definitely a crazy, reckless killing.

Han Yue detonated his Dharma Body, igniting the victory of Jiazi City's pursuit.

Then he summoned all the forces of Liuli Mountain and ...... the living fire of this fortress Directly snuff out.

The price of such a fiasco in Jiazi City was something that the crown prince simply could not bear.

The three holy mountain lords were all killed.

Jiang Dazhen was also killed.

And most importantly...... The only son of the great guest died on the battlefield. In order to win over Lingshan and use it as a bargaining chip to suppress the eastern realm, the prince paid a huge amount of effort, and on the night that Song Que came to Tiandu to negotiate with him, he promised to revoke the condition of the marriage contract, which was to let Song Jinglian serve as the position of "supervising the war" in the eastern realm.

This is the only motivation that can make the Lingshan monks and soldiers, Ritsu Daoxuan, go all out to participate in the war.

The original intention was to promote the course of the war and take the stubborn Liuli Mountain as soon as possible...... But I never thought that there would be today.

Song Jinglian died in Jiazi City.

Even if he takes Liuli Mountain, he will not be able to see the Holy Lord of Yaochi again, the guest of Buddhism...... For the crown prince, who intends to control the entire world and fight against the demon emperor, Song Jinglian's death has almost severed the friendship between the imperial power and Dongtu over the years.

"Help me up. ”

The crown prince, who was sitting on the bench, closed his eyes, and rarely showed his weak side, Tiandu Fang, as a backup for the war, he needed to deal with too many decisions, and he had not rested for many days.

At this moment, the prince coughed violently, staring at Gu Qian, and the smell of blood was in his throat.

He said hoarsely, "Leave for the East immediately...... The main hall wants to personally conquer Liuli Mountain. ”