The young man who pushed the door out looked dazed, and subconsciously broke free of the hand pulling the collar.

The bloodshot eyes and the tears that have not yet fully frosted under the eyes, with the hideous blood scab, are very funny.

I saw him slowly raise his hands and comb his long hair along his forehead, revealing a blue and purple forehead. Then put your hands on your face, carefully and gently stroke your cheeks, and continue slowly down, neck, chest, ribs, down the thighs to the knees. Then he took a deep breath and grabbed at his crotch.

A group of people on the side watched this strange scene in amazement, no one stopped his movements, and after watching him catch the bird, the pain made him, "Ah!"

The team leader also watched him complete a series of actions with a confused face, and the young man's shout of "Ah!" shocked him to come back to his senses, and he quickly grabbed the young man's collar again and drank: "Boy!

Feeling a force grabbing him by the collar, the boy realized that there was another person next to him. He first looked at the leader who grabbed him, and then turned his head to look around at the people standing around him, because the leader had a lot of strength in his hands, which made it a little difficult to look around this time, and it became slow. As far as the eye could see, there was naturally that piece of broken corpses, and although the young man was shocked and a little puzzled, he didn't show any fear.

At this moment, a strange force suddenly exploded in his mind, and the memory was like a flood of catharsis in his mind, and his brain could not bear the impact for a while, and he rolled his eyes, and instantly fainted in the hands of the leader carrying the collar, and his feet were hanging in the air.

The team leader's face changed to a confused face again, and he shook the boy with one hand, and saw that the boy still didn't respond, so he threw the boy on the ground, gently probed his nose, and after feeling that there were still signs of life, he grabbed the boy and strode back to throw the boy on horseback.

"Damn, it's good that there is one alive, and it didn't run in vain. With a wave of his hand, the leader beckoned all the people to go and see if there were any people alive.

The old monk looked at all this without saying a word from beginning to end, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.

The soldiers rummaged through Blackstone Village for a while, and after a while all the soldiers returned to assemble, and the result was that the boy was the only person alive in Blackstone Village.

The team leader nodded to the old monk, indicating that the team was about to return, and the old monk nodded his head.

A group of people rode horses and whips, accompanied by the sound of horses, and passed by a group of old and infirm local officials who were belated.

On the desolate plain, a group of cavalry marched south, 13 people and 12 horses, and a thin young man lying on the back of the leading horse was lying on his stomach, and a hemp rope was simply tied to the waist of the horse leader to prevent him from being bumped and tumbled.

Without the rush he came, the team leader was still thinking about where to go to raise enough recruitment tasks stipulated by his superiors. The cold wind gradually rose, and the snowflakes fell in the air, hitting the silver armor and disappeared.

Someone in the team asked, "Team Fan, what is going on in Blackstone Village? This kind of abnormal situation of a demonic beast has never happened before, could there be a human factor?"

The voice of inquiry interrupted Leader Fan's contemplation, and he replied: "Who has the heart to care about what happened, we are not the officials of Lingnan County, and we have the energy not to ponder where to find the number of conscripts." ”

The leader's words directly interrupted the topic that had just started a conversation, and the atmosphere of the group returned to silence.

Continuing to march some distance, perhaps too much to bear the silence, someone in the group asked.

"Team Fan, who are these two monks? Especially that old monk, he actually made the three princes of the green kite jealous of him. ”

Without waiting for Team Fan to answer, someone said for him: "This is an old monk with a sin, some time ago, after every battle on the front line, I would see him reciting the Sutra of Chaodu, and I don't know why he would appear here." ”

"As for why this Qingluan prince is jealous of him, because the old monk with sins is a more powerful character than the Qingluan prince. ”

"What's so powerful about him?" asked the other, aroused curiosity.

The man continued, "I also heard from a friend in the army that when the imperial army broke through Lingyin Guose County, this guilty monk sat on the battlefield full of corpses and chanted sutras, and let the two heavily armed silver armored cavalry squadrons that cleaned the battlefield surround him, after all, I don't know what this monk is here for, the two squadron leaders discussed bringing the guilty monk back, and asked him which temple he came from, whether he would be a spy from another country. As a result, he stopped chanting, opened his eyes slowly, and gently moved his Zen staff, and a force spread from where he was sitting, and all the 300 silver riders turned on their backs. And this is still the mercy of his men, and all the silver horsemen have not suffered any casualties. Later, when the military top brass learned about this monk, they just ordered not to provoke him, and it seems that this monk must be a great figure. ”

After saying this, a group of people were shocked in their hearts, and they began to make up the picture they had just talked about.

At this time, on horseback, the young man's eyelids moved slightly, and his consciousness began to wake up.

I'm not dead? No, I must be dead. In his memory, he was shot and fell off the pickup truck, and his comrades-in-arms roared "Tian Mao!" in the car, and a cannonball smashed into him, and the memory began to fade slowly, and the world in his mind slowly closed the black curtain.

Since he is dead, how can he explain that he is still conscious?

Tian Shigeru tried to feel his body through his nerves, reminiscent of the sensation he had just touched himself.

He had already determined that this body was not his own.

What the hell is going on? alive or dead?

Where is this? Who did you just see? Aren't these costumes unique to ancient times? Why do so many people die?

What about comrades-in-arms? Is the mission accomplished? What about the parents? What about the wife? What about the lovely daughter?

Countless questions repeated in Tian Mao's mind, who had just become conscious, and he slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment when he opened his eyes slightly, the white snow reflected on his eyes, stabbing him almost to make a sound, because of the relationship between the profession in his memory, he subconsciously held back the sound, and his body still couldn't avoid a slight tremor. It was because of this slight tremor that the leader on the same horse felt the movement behind him.

"Awake?"

I can understand it, and the language of the leader's question is the same as the language in Tian Mao's memory. Tian Mao groaned and blinked several times before he got used to the dazzling light. He shifted his body to make his stiff body as comfortable as possible, and then asked rhetorically

"Who are you? Where are you going?"

The team leader glanced back at Tian Mao behind him.

"You baby, why don't you have a happy expression at all?"

Tian Mao's head began to have a slight headache again, and he tried to remember what had happened.

"Did you save me?"

"No, it wasn't us who saved you, it was you who brought you back to life. Someone in the group said.

I'm dead, what kind of nonsense is this?

"Oh, where are we going?" asked Tian Mao again.

"Where are you going? You're about to join the expeditionary force, going to war, of course. ”

"Fighting, where?"

"The expeditionary force fought the country of the green kite, and there are still people who don't know, I thought it was obvious enough. ”

"Where is the country of green kites?"

"To the north of the country of Lingyin, hey. Are you stupid?"

"Oh, where is that now? In which direction is China?"

"What China, I haven't heard of it, why do you have so many questions?" The soldier who had been answering Tian Mao's question was annoyed by the questions one after another.

Tian Mao saw that he was annoyed, so he didn't continue to ask, feeling the slight bump on the horse's back, and his thoughts were complicated.

Two monks, one old and one young, stood at the entrance of Heishi Village. The local officials began to evacuate, and a few sparse teams marched through the snow. Black smoke rose from the village of Black Rock behind, and a raging fire burned.

When the team was far away, the little monk raised his head and asked, "Master, why didn't you leave that person behind just now?"

The old monk touched the bald head of the little monk and said, "He has nothing to do with us, if he is involved in too much worldly cause and effect, there will be many calamities, and the Buddha's heart will not be satisfied." ”

The little monk is a little bit clear, after all, that person is a person from Lingyin Kingdom, and it can also be said that he is a person who now belongs to the Daxing Kingdom, and there is no reason for him to stay.

With the steps of the old monk, he walked slowly on the snow, and every step was rustling. The little monk touched his bald head, but he never understood a question, pulled the old monk's robe and continued to ask: "Master, why is he still alive?

The old monk still walked slowly, pondering the same question. The little monk was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for an answer.

After a while, the old monk explained: "Although the three souls are extinguished, there is a faint main soul seed in the body, and the seven spirits are not flickering, but the seven spirits are returning from a new age. In a sense, he is dead and reborn. After saying that, he couldn't explain this phenomenon, and in the end he could only summarize it with three words: "It's wonderful!".

The little monk seemed to understand: "Isn't it the same as taking away and being reborn?"

The old monk shook his head and nodded again.

"Yes!

"Hey, the young man is right!" exclaimed the old monk as if he had suddenly opened the subject.

"What's right?" the little monk was taken aback by the old monk's sudden exclamation and asked.

"It's time to reason with those monsters!"

The little monk was speechless for a while, not knowing how to pick up the old monk and suddenly realized it.

"Let's go, go and reason. The old monk pulled the helpless little monk and turned around and walked in the direction of Heishi Village.

The sky is gray, the snow is flying, the cold wind begins to bite, grinning, among the flying snowflakes, two monks, one big and one small, robes fluttering with the wind, slowly walking in the snowy place.