"The sky is clear. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info point of spirit for soldiers, gold, wood, water and fire, five elements into spirits, urgent as the law!" Dust a handful of soybeans and sprinkle them down. A burst of golden light shone in mid-air, and hundreds of golden-armored heavenly soldiers descended from the sky, bringing unparalleled power to the entire battlefield.

The morale of the Han people-only border army was high, but the morale of the rebels of the Heavenly God rebels fell to the bottom in an instant. The people in Dunhuang City, who were originally enthusiastic about the gods to the death, finally began to divide, and some of the people who were not so fearless began to slow down. But there are also some fanatical believers who are like trapped beasts. As if frantically, countless swords were slashed at the dazzling golden-armored heavenly soldiers in the darkness. After a clanging crash, the Heavenly Soldiers were not damaged at all. No matter how fanatical the believer was, it was like being splashed on the head by a scoop of ice water in an instant. On Hermes-Epitek's side, there was a burst of cheers and morale.

The Celestial Cultists threw their armor into the Tenjin Temple in embarrassment and fled in embarrassment. The red-eyed defenders and Hermes-Epitek obviously wouldn't let them go easily, and the hatred that had been suppressed for many years exploded in an instant. Countless Celestial Cultists were instantly hacked to death on the streets, even after they had already knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. From the streets of the Han people's settlement to the short road leading to the Tianshen Temple, countless Tianshen cultists were bleeding all over the place, and their bodies were lying on the spot. In the end, the people of the Celestial God Sect who lost their souls could only hide in the Tenjin Temple to seek refuge, and thus resisted stubbornly. And the Han people cooperated with the defenders to surround several stone temples of the gods, shouting and scolding.

The gate of the Temple of the Gods was closed, and the people of the Gods Sect inside were huddled together, like mourners, panicked. In one of the secret rooms of the Temple of the Tenjin Temple, a group of prostrate men looked blankly at their leader, Imam Abdul Gahar, waiting for his decision.

"Good and evil are not the same. You should deal with bad behavior with the best of conduct, and then the enemy with whom you are enemies will suddenly become like a close friend. The gods are at peace, and I wish peace to everyone I know or don't know! Abdul Gahar ended his prayer and sighed as he looked at a group of prostrate sheep surrounded by wolves.

Even if Abdul Gahar didn't go out, he knew that the gambling of the others had failed. The believers were forced back into the Tenjin Temple. Waiting for them will be death, fire, and killing. As an imam, Abdul Gahar must do everything in his power to find safety for his followers. The gods also do not encourage believers to die blindly when there is no hope.

Even if the gods have prepared for them a kingdom of heaven with milk and honey.

"Ariel, go and get all the gold out of the temple! I'm going to negotiate with the greedy Han officials again. The gods are merciful, right and wrong are clear, but there is still a long way to go. We'll need to be patient with those Kafir until the light of the gods descends on the land again. As soon as Abd al-Gahar had finished speaking, Ariel, who was his attendant and guard, immediately bowed down and retreated, but there was a commotion around him. Just now, it was like a mourning exam, and the people who couldn't live all day changed their faces in an instant.

"Dear Imam, how can we negotiate with those who do not believe. We still have reinforcements from the gods outside the city, and soon the real army of the gods will also arrive, and we haven't lost! As long as we can hold this place, we will surely get all the unbelieving Kafil to go to Hell. The glory of the gods will also come to this pagan land, converting, dying, or paying the tax of ding, Allah is all-powerful after all" An aaron suddenly jumped out in disagreement.

"Yes! Our temple still has high walls, thousands of people of committed believers, enough food and water, and weapons. We just have to wait for the parishioners outside the city to break through the walls, and then we can fight again. How could the samurai of the gods compromise with a group of unbelieving Kafilas? The prostrate men nodded their heads, refusing to admit the cowardice of their fears. All this was seen by Abdul Gahar as ridiculous and humble.

"Resist them until the persecution is gone, and the religion is exclusive to the gods; If they cease fighting, then you will never invade anyone but the wrongdoers. If they are inclined to peace, you should also be inclined to peace, and you should trust the gods. But if they continue to oppress us, we will be empowered by the gods to resist, and the gods will support us, and the gods are all-powerful, and we will be victorious. Abdul Gahar patiently explained. In his heart, he labeled this group of prostrate hypocrites, and it is conceivable that after the matter subsides, this group of prostrate will also become the scapegoat who bears all the responsibility.

Although Lichen has not yet appeared, the city is already full of cheers. With the protection of the gods, Dunhuang City is impregnable. It's just that although the golden armor heavenly soldiers sent by the gods to the mortal world were invulnerable, after leading the Han people defenders all the way to surround the Tianshen Temple, they didn't take a step forward, just stood there motionless. Let a group of Hermes-Epitek who originally thought they could do it all at once, talking and speculating, and couldn't figure out what the gods meant?

There was a commotion in the city, but the fire gradually went out. The war dead are long gone, and their relatives are crying and cursing. People who have lost their homes are also busy salvaging the last bit of possessions, worrying about the days ahead. There were also people who rejoiced at the victory in the city, and the originally cowardly Han people didn't know whether they didn't want to be discriminated against by their neighbors, or if they were really inspired by the immortal heavenly soldiers and generals, and they also walked out of the house with swords and took to the streets to declare that they were also a bloody man.

Outside the city walls, the torches of the horse thieves were dotted like stars. The defenders on the city walls stood by with their bows stretched out and prepared for battle. The prefect and a group of local officials were on duty at the city wall, worried. It wasn't until Fu Cheng came over ecstatically to report that the turmoil in the city had subsided, and the immortals of Mingsha Mountain once again invited the heavenly soldiers and generals with the supreme immortal method. This group of heavenly soldiers and generals, dressed in gold and armor, invulnerable, invulnerable, and unharmed. As soon as he appeared, he killed a group of rebellious Celestial cultists back to the Tenjin Temple. For example, today, all the Celestial Cultists have taken refuge in the Tenjin Temple, surrounded by Han people and a small number of defenders, and the rebellion of the Celestial Cultists in the city is no longer to be feared.

The prefect was overjoyed when he heard this, and his heart fell to the ground like a big stone in an instant. Immediately the people began to spread the word on the four walls. In fact, there is no need for officials and officers to publicize it, they have seen the golden light fall from the sky with their own eyes, but they don't know what those are. Until the cheers of the city rang out, and soon the good news was proclaimed to them. Now that it has been confirmed by the "official", it is even more cheering, and the morale of the army is greatly boosted. Even the large group of traitors outside is not in sight.

The people in Dunhuang City rejoiced at the arrival of the heavenly soldiers, and their morale was greatly boosted, but the dust above the clouds knew that they were suffering. The dust is not a spell to sprinkle beans into soldiers, because the general sprinkling of beans into soldiers is nothing more than carving a spell on the beans, and then using secret techniques to lure the wandering spirits and wild ghosts from all directions to borrow a little vitality from the beans and transform into a transformation. But how powerful a group of wandering spirits and wild ghosts can be, as long as they face the bloody aura above the military array, they will immediately disappear. It's okay to deceive the foolish people and foolish women, but it's delusional to rely on them to march and fight. This is also the reason why Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban Uprising was defeated by the official army.

The beans that have been dusty have come out of the dust urgently in the past few days, and their cultivation is limited, so they are just like that. And it was borrowed from the Heroic Spirit Divine Soldier in his own divine country, which was not so easy to recruit. And it seems that as soon as he came to the mortal world, Lichen immediately felt a great obstacle, invisible and nameless, but it made Chen's heart tremble. When he arrived outside the Tianshen Temple, Lichen felt that the consumption of the spiritual energy of the "Heavenly Soldier" he borrowed had increased exponentially, and he couldn't support it anymore.

"Heavenly Dao Rebellion?" Lichen secretly suspicious. But I don't have a clue. can only force the heavenly soldiers to stay outside the Tianshen Temple and chat to boost morale.

"Maybe that's the reason why so many immortals in the past have never interfered in the battlefield of the world! The poor road is really the fearlessness of the ignorant! Lichen smiled bitterly, but it was a dilemma. Under the rapid consumption of spiritual power in his body, he had to find a way to escape.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" A sudden thunderous sound roared in the sky, shaking the people and soldiers of the whole city to raise their heads, and then a golden light shot straight into the city tower. A document came from the sky and appeared in front of the prefect.

"Dry up and down, Yuanli Zhenheng, Tianxingjian, the gentleman is self-improving!" The prefect looked at the oracle document on the case in front of him, and his face was wonderful for a while, and a large circle of "audience" surrounded him, and for a while, there was silence in the city tower.

The oracles of the gods are easy to understand, as long as you have read the I Ching, you know. This hexagram is the first hexagram of Zhou Yi. It is auspicious to say that the future is bright. The latter shows that the immortals are ready to withdraw, so that they can continue to improve themselves! For a while, the officials who hid the city tower didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

"Now that the immortals have already said it, this battle is fine. We're going to be able to get off to a winning start. When the time comes, the military merits will be in the body, and the court will be rewarded. Otherwise, the battle will rely on the immortals, how can we show our merits to the court? "The prefect is worthy of his top three backgrounds, and his mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of a wonderful reason.

"That's right! If the immortals force the thieves back, where will I get the credit? The officials on the castle tower were immediately overjoyed by the prefect's eyes. Anyway, the immortals have said that this battle is a big victory. I am still afraid that I will not be able to glorify my ancestors and be promoted to the third level?

"Immediately tell the immortal oracle to the whole city to boost morale. The treasury will allocate two pieces of silver, reward the three armies, and recruit warriors to defend the city. Let's do it now! The prefect commanded.

The prefect here was busy promoting the "Immortal Oracle" to boost morale, and with a wave of his sleeves, he took back the golden armor heavenly soldier in his hand. The surrounding crowd only felt that the golden light flashed in front of them, and those majestic gold-armored heavenly soldiers turned into golden light and shot into the night sky. Just when everyone was stunned, as if they had lost their backbone for a while, there was a sudden thunderclap in the sky.

"I have the Tower of the Heroic Soul, leading the Heroic Soul to die in battle. Whoever dies in battle, let me go beyond the rebirth to the kingdom of God and live in bliss for ever. I have a jade bridge, the Oriental Bliss in the past, fight for the country, the heroic spirit will live forever, when the immortal Oriental Bliss Miaoyan Palace, worship under the throne of Tianzun, immeasurable blessings. On his deathbed, praise Taiyi for his immeasurable relief of suffering, when he seeks to save suffering, and purifies all sentient beings! The voice fell in the sky, and the night sky suddenly shone brightly, and a tower monument full of divine light suddenly appeared on everyone's heads. For a while, countless people immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

With the transcendent Eastern Divine Kingdom promised by the immortals, the morale of the fallen ones instantly rose, and the golden-armored heavenly soldiers who had just been outside the temple suddenly left, and the shocked Heavenly God Sect disciples turned pale, and they died down in an instant. If you don't have a high wall to rely on, and there is no way back. I'm afraid they've already fled.

Imam Abdul Gahar and a group of prostrate men stood in a courtyard of the Tenjin Temple, looking at the golden pagoda in the sky, and their teeth were about to bleed.

"Except for the necessary guards, the rest of the people immediately went to the prayer hall to pray for the oracle of the gods for the apocalypse. We can't give up what we believe in. Unbelieving sinners and pagan gods will suffer the wrath of the gods. The gods are omniscient and all-powerful. They will go to Hellfire. After Abdul Gahar finished speaking, he looked at the unstable expressions around him and continued: "Of course, before that, I need to talk to the prefect in the city, for the Celestials are peaceful and always merciful to the disbelievers. We will bribe our enemies and slow them down until the army of the gods comes to their aid under the guidance of the gods. ”

The dusty miniature monument faded away. The Hermes-Epitek inside and outside the city finally stood up and shouted, "Taiyi Immeasurable Salvation Tianzun!" The name of the god, brandishing a sword and gun, constantly tried to attack the Tenjin Temple. It made a group of Celestial Cultists inside in a trance. Isn't this what they should be? How could those cowardly Han people really believe the lies of that pagan god, thinking that what awaits them is not Hellfire, but Heaven!

Not only are the gods in the city in danger, but even a large group of "horse thieves" and believers outside the city who believe in the gods are also alarmed, their morale is low, and they don't even dare to approach the city wall.

Although the horse thieves believed in the gods, they came more often only for plundering, and countless believers in the surrounding manors were also encouraged by the local preachers and A. Dunhuang City is high and wide, the original hope should be outside, the gods in the city will open the city gate, and lead the "reinforcements" into it, now see that the fire in the city is gradually dimming, the shouting and killing sound gradually subsided, and the possibility has been lost. Until now, I have been grinding and grinding, and even my confidence in taking the city wall with a spirit of not fearing death has been shaken. How long will this group of reinforcements last?

"What, Abdul Gahar wants to talk to this official?" The prefect took the arrow book sent by his subordinates, frowned, and walked around the castle tower a few times, but after thinking about it, he was a little uncertain in his heart.

"Go and get all of you, we're going to discuss this matter." The prefect sighed.

"Maybe it's a good thing, the soldier is also a murder weapon, the saint has to use it as a last resort, if he can turn the war into a jade silk, he can also save the people from suffering from this sword and soldier again!" A young official in a blue official robe tried to suggest. He had just stood on the city wall for half the night, and the boundless light of the fire outside the city frightened him. Wouldn't it be better if we could win without a fight this time? (To be continued.) )