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Pudu Cihang is also a big demon who has caused trouble in a country, as a hundred-legged insect, it can be said to be dead but not stiff, even if it is dead, it can be buried and come back to take revenge, and every step of fighting with such a guy must be careful and careful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bear ......!"

Mo Ye stood in the center of the main hall, lighting the lamps all over the hall, he waited for a long time and still didn't notice any movement.

He can be regarded as a newcomer to the door of cultivation, if it is purely based on the cultivation of "Taiji Xuanqing Dao", he can only be regarded as entering the first layer, and he is still Yuqing.

(Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing are the three realms of "Taiji Xuanqing Dao".) ）

With this kind of cultivation, if Pudu Cihang has the intention to hide Mo Xie, he will not be able to detect it at all.

What to do?

Mo Xie only waited for a quarter of an hour, during which he had already used his spiritual power to search every crack in the main hall, and the black qi that had surged at the beginning was really not a trace left at this moment.

If Pudu Cihang was still alive, it must have been hidden inside the building materials, like wood, like stone.

Mo Ye didn't wait any longer.

He began to set fires.

That's right, it's arson.

Most of the buildings in ancient times were civil structures, and the royal buildings were of a higher grade, but they were also wood and stone structures, and 'wood' has always been the protagonist.

The fire spread quickly, and the pillars in the hall fell one by one, and more rubble and beams fell.

The main hall soon collapsed and was destroyed, but only the golden film still stood and maintained the outline of a large hall.

Mo Ye stood in it, the flames licked his trouser legs but couldn't make them ignite, the falling tiles smashed into his head but only fell halfway and deviated from the direction, his spiritual power was always paying attention to everything in the hall, trying to peek out from every piece of wood, every tile.

However, he failed, and until the main hall was reduced to ruins, he did not find the slightest trace of Pudu Cihang.

The flames were still rising, and what was more cheerful than the flames was the smoke, but those were just ordinary smoke, and every wisp of it was innocent.

"Hmph, don't you come out like this? Okay, I'll consume it with you, and you won't be able to come out when it's dawn!"

Mo Xie sat cross-legged in the air, he used his mental power to construct a cover to block all the smoke, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he actually began to cultivate directly.

The Huadian is in ruins, the good wood turns into smoke, and the Mo Evil who sits in the middle of it and cultivates looks like a cult person.

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Life ups and downs.

He moved the capital to the south and declared himself a vassal to the north, but the stability he wanted to get was still delayed.

Within a few years, the iron hooves of the northern Tartars were once again under the city.

"What should I do?"

The general has white hair, and the emperor is worried.

"Fight!"

In the main hall, some people shouted, deafening.

"Drop!"

In the main hall, some people whispered, only promised.

It was the autumn of one year, the autumn was high and the horses were fat, and the Tartars besieged the capital for more than a month. The troops in the city barely survived the day, and the outer city was broken on the tenth day, and 50,000 remnants of the army were trapped in the imperial city.

The arrows of the Tartars can almost reach the temple of Jinluan.

"It's better to come down......"

The emperor was frightened, and sent a messenger to ask for peace talks, promising countless gold, half of the country, but praying for a life.

The Tartar's reply was a head that had been sent back, and the expression of 'horror' was forever fixed on the emissary's face and spread throughout the air of the Imperial City.

War and war can't be fought, and the country can't be surrendered, and the country has come to the end.

"How long will it be before the soldiers and horses from all over the world arrive...... or will it never arrive?"

No one in the palace said this, but everyone already had their own answers and even their own choices in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, please return to heaven!"

I don't know who took the lead, and the first one shouted.

As long as the defenses of the imperial city are breached, there are only two endings waiting for the emperor: 1 is death, and 2 life is better than death.

No matter what the outcome is, it is better to choose the ending with your own will now and now, so as not to be insulted and humiliated in vain.

"Please return to heaven, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, the ministers seemed to shout the slogan loudly in unison, and no one in the hall was standing, but only everyone knew what kind of expression was on the faces that were lying down.

Someone must want to use the emperor's head as a capital to surrender to the enemy, right?

"You ...... You ......"

The emperor was on pins and needles on the throne, and he had to admit that for a moment he really wanted to kill himself.

But he didn't.

Because a monk walked in outside the hall.

The moon-white monk's robe, the old face, and the invisible aura brought up between the actions make people think that he is a high-ranking monk in their hearts at first sight.

"Your Majesty, do you believe in the Buddha?"

The old monk did not kneel in his face, he stood on the main hall and looked up at the emperor on the throne slightly, obviously looking up, but both the emperor and the ministers felt that they were looking up at the old monk.

"Bold Monk!

Someone scolded, but he soon became speechless.

Because behind the old monk, a circle of merit rose.

"Holy monk! The widow is willing to believe in the Buddha! I believe in my Buddha in all my lives!"

The emperor almost knelt down, but he couldn't kneel after all, not because his knees were hard enough, but because after he said this, the old monk disappeared out of thin air, and only a voice came from afar.

"Good, good, good. ”

That night, the old monk sat in the court of the Tartars all night, and at dawn the next day, all the 100,000 Tartar soldiers retreated, all the way back to the grassland.

Later, there was one more Huguo Temple in the royal capital, and there was one more national teacher in the imperial court.

The name of the national teacher: Pudu Cihang.

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The main hall is gone, only ruins remain.

Pudu Cihang has also died a long time ago, and now all that comes back is the vengeful soul.

Betrayed by the people he once saved, an embarrassing death, and a grievance that he couldn't swallow.

"I ...... Revenge!"

A rubble lay quietly in the midst of fire and smoke, and a soul gritted its teeth in the blackened rubble.

But all it can do is grit its teeth, now it is no match for the person above, if the other party is willing, just one more blood mark is enough to make it scatter.

It's cursing, it's resenting, it's regretting.

It regretted that it didn't simply kill Mo Xie when it had the strength to crush the other party.

It regrets saving a country that should have been in decline.

It regretted that it had chosen to go south instead of north.

At this time, regret is a useless thing, even if it can hide here all the time without being discovered by Mo Ye, but as long as the sun rises in the east and is illuminated by the light of the sky, what awaits it is that the soul is scattered.

What to do?

The fire burned all the corpses in the hall, and it was no longer able to use a secret method to spawn corpse worms and then possess them.

There was only one thing left for it to do but wait for death.

"Junior, the old man will never let you have a good time even if his soul is scattered!"

The angry soul stared at Mo Xie deadly, if the curse in his eyes could kill, Mo Xie would have been killed by it ten thousand times.