Natsu took out a dusty box from the mountain.

The box is hidden deep underground.

This was the starting point of his plan.

He always believed that there was something extraordinary in this world.

The [Divine Soldier Genealogy] of the Tianque School Palace and the ancient history of the Imperial Study are all illustrating all this.

So, he wants to make a transcendent force to spy on the higher secrets.

He patted the dust on the box, revealing his remembrance, and then opened the box.

Eighteen masks are placed among them.

The gray gold color shimmers with a cloudiness between light and darkness.

And the eighteen masks are eighteen different identities.

His finger landed on the first mask on the far right.

It was a mask that hid some memories.

The mask itself is hideous, majestic, mysterious, quaint, and covered with mysterious and delicate textures.

Three years ago, when he wore this mask, he had a bloody storm.

That year, the Western Regions branch of the Demon Sect was already about to attack the Western Xia capital, and then shouted to slaughter the city.

That year, because of one person, only thirty of the five thousand demons who were killed by the monstrous Demon Flame were forced to evacuate the west, retreat to the Central Plains, pass by the royal capital, and pass by His Excellency Moon Shadow, extremely embarrassed.

That year, Yin Si was known to a very small number of people in this river and lake for the first time.

For no reason.

Because the situation in Western Xia was changed by this person.

This person is from the Yin Division, and there is only one person.

This person is known as the "Son of Yama".

After the Son of Yama made a move, he was worshiped as a god by the Western Xia people, and even many people set up immortal tablets and burned incense to worship.

And the Empress of Western Xia, who grew up in steel, blood, fire and conspiracy, respectfully called this "Yama Heavenly Son" who did not know his age as a teacher.

The Empress of Western Xia is now acting in a way that is more demonic than a demon sect.

And the mysterious Yama Heavenly Son disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

No one knows that the original Yama Heavenly Son is now known as the Great Straw Bag.

He was in the gentle countryside all day long, drinking fine wine, teasing beautiful women, eating grapes, passing by the door without entering, still attached to the fragrant muffins.

It's not a disguise, it's what he is.

Xia Ji's fingers swept over the mask of the "Yama Heavenly Son" and landed on the second one.

This mask, too, is gray gold.

It's just that the texture on it is less hideous, and more peaceful, quiet, and safe.

This is: the ferryman monk.

A monk who crosses people to the underworld and persuades them to do good on the boat, and will not stop until the hell is empty.

The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

This is the origin of Xia Ji's production of this mask.

He pulled the mask between his fingers.

The remaining seventeen masks were put back into the box and buried deep in the ground.

Wearing a mask, the originally lazy and slightly melancholy teenager suddenly became extremely mysterious.

And a gray-gold cloak slowly extended from under the mask, fitting to his body, and finalized.

This mask is not made of ordinary craftsmanship.

But there's still something missing.

...

In the night breeze.

A mysterious gray-gold figure began to sweep like the wind.

He lowered his head as if he was thinking, his hands folded as if he was praying, but his figure pulled out the remnants of the Dao.

Then.

He's no longer Xia Ji.

It's the ferryman of the Yin Division.

...

A few days later.

The weather was sunny.

The birds scattered.

Dust billowed from the east.

"Drive!!"

"Drive!!"

"These Tantric monks are really presumptuous, in the realm of my Great Zhou, they are shaded by my Great Zhou, and they dare to harbor the anti-king, they really eat the courage of the ambitious leopard!"

"If it is not my race, its heart will be punished!"

"Fortunately, Zhou Situ was aware of everything and handed over the evidence, and the Son of Heaven ordered our military department to handle this matter. ”

"Hmph! A sect in the rivers and lakes, although our military department can't fight alone, but with General Zhao Xuanyi leading the team, the military formation and military spirit are brought into play, these sects are just stragglers, rabble!"

"Even if you fight alone, you may not be afraid, Wang Ge Lao has many masters in the royal capital accompanying him. ”

"This time I want to teach this kind of Jianghu sect who doesn't know what to do a lesson!"

Five thousand light horsemen galloped westward, and the soldiers whispered to each other.

The leader of the team was a silver-armored general, and he was accompanied by many strong people from the royal capital, among whom there were even students and teachers from Tianque School Palace who came to intern.

In fact, this is Wang Jushi's heart.

He almost took the world, but because of a strong man in the Great Snow Mountain Tantra, he missed the opportunity.

So, naturally, he wanted to take revenge.

He wouldn't jump out by himself, so he quietly asked his subordinate Zhou Situ to make trouble.

If you want to add sin, there is no excuse.

Anyway, if you touch my cake, I'll kill you.

...

On the snowy mountains, although it is autumn, it is extremely cold, and the snow has never fallen, but it is the weather that always wants snow.

The five thousand light horsemen all dismounted, holding hundreds of boxes of crossbows, and directly surrounded the Great Snow Mountain with the silver-armored general who took the lead.

The pilgrims rushed for their lives.

The tantric abbot is called the Fire Venerable.

After the little novice reported, he had already walked out of the meditation room, watching this scene, and suppressed the thought of conflict with the people of the imperial court.

After all, he is still on someone else's turf.

After a short exchange, he lowered his posture and even asked the Great Zhou soldiers to enter the temple to search.

The soldiers searched the front temple and then went to the back hill.

The back mountain is where the tantric wheel sutras, secret vaults, and exercises are located, and there are even many masters who meditate in them.

Meditation is all about meditation, and if you interrupt it in the middle of it, you may lose all your efforts.

Therefore, the Fire Flame Venerable naturally disagreed.

So, with the Daxiong Treasure Hall as the boundary on both sides, under the gaze of the Golden Giant Buddha, the monks and soldiers of Tantric Buddhism held cooked copper sticks, while the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty raised their crossbows.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Silver Armor General stepped forward, he was still dragging a gun in his hand, and said in a calm and majestic voice: "Venerable Huoyan, I advise you to open the back mountain, let's go and have a look, if you think it is inconvenient for there are too many people, I will only bring a thousand people in." ”

Venerable Huoyan said: "General Zhao, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, the inheritance of my tantric sect is in the back mountain, and many enlightened Venerables are also in the back mountain... Houshan, there is absolutely no anti-king as you say. ”

The silver armor general said coldly: "Is there any, I have searched it, the anti-king year has no night to ignore the emperor's grace, more than ten years ago, taking advantage of natural disasters and man-made disasters, he took advantage of the situation to restrain people's hearts, rebelled, and almost captured half of my Great Zhou, this person is still on the run...

If it weren't for the conclusive evidence, how could my emperor come to your tantra?

Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid.

His Holiness won't let us go into the back mountain, is this to cover up?"

The Flame Venerable was a little dumbfounded.

There are many things that cannot be explained.

In many cases, there is no way to go back.

He wanted to get out of the way, but then... Maybe he became a tantric sinner.

It was late at night.

Today happens to be the night of the full moon.

The moonlight and starlight were originally heralded reunion, but now it is a tense military disaster...

The torches stretched for miles like a red dragon.

The monks were only enough to protect the Daxiong Treasure Hall, holding a cooked copper stick in their hands, their backs were sweating nervously, the monks in the front row were quite calm, and the back ones were trembling in their legs and stomachs.

The situation is deadlocked.

Suddenly.

Strange footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Da...

Da Da...

The sound of footsteps, not slow or hurried, came from the bottom of the mountain, but the sound of footsteps had a peculiar penetrating power, and the footsteps did not bring a heavy sound in the air, but sounded in everyone's heart.

It seemed that everyone's heartbeats began to become the same frequency as his footsteps.

Both the monks and the Great Zhou soldiers couldn't help but turn their heads and looked curiously in the direction of the mountain gate.

Under the full moon, there is no one.

The footsteps seemed to be far away, but they were getting faster and closer.

It's like the beating of drums, getting heavier and heavier.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang!!

Bang bang!!

The monks and soldiers alike felt irritated in their hearts.

Finally.

A figure appeared in front of the mountain gate.

And at this moment, the heartbeat accelerated to the extreme.

Ordinary monks and soldiers only felt that it was dark in front of them, and before they could perform any formations, they directly knelt down for the most part, vomited blood, and then fainted, even if they had not fainted, they were also half-kneeling, extremely weak, as if they had a serious illness.

Zhao Xuanyi, the accompanying teachers, including the Tianque Academy, as well as the masters of the royal capital, the Fire Flame Venerable of the Tantric Sect, and other masters were full of incomparable shock, and they all looked sideways.

The moon is in the sky.

A figure in a gray-gold monk's robe has stood in front of the mountain gate at some point.

The shadow of the door covered him, and he couldn't see it really.

He didn't seem to see all the people present, but walked slowly in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and with every step, his figure was more than ten meters away.

Zhao Xuanyi didn't dare to make a move, and asked directly: "Your Excellency?"

No one answered.

Venerable Huoyan watched the man continue to move forward, and he had already walked to the front of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, and then he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, who is the benefactor?"

The visitor smiled slightly: "Isn't it the night of the full moon today?"

When Venerable Huoyan heard this, his whole body suddenly shook.

People came and went, and the monks who were blocking the Daxiong Treasure Hall did not dare to stop them, so they got out of the way, and the mysterious person who watched the gray gold cloak walked in front of the golden Buddha, lit three incense sticks, and quietly inserted the incense burner.

Then he quietly spit out a thunderous sound that enveloped the entire Great Snow Mountain: "My Buddha is compassionate." ”