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"Dominate the country ......," Tang Xiaobai muttered to himself.

Pu Jing drank silently on the side and did not speak.

After a long while, Tang Xiaobai came back from his thoughts, and then asked: "Mage, the undead clan is insidious and cunning, and mysterious spells emerge one after another, and a plague minotaur can cause the Tang Dynasty to lose 170,000 elite soldiers, which is really hateful. ”

Pujing nodded, and then said: "Your Majesty, the reincarnation of cause and effect, life and death are fate, the so-called soldiers are not tired of cheating, and they only seek victory and defeat on the battlefield." The winner is the king, the loser is the coward, Your Majesty only says that the trajectories of the undead clan emerge one after another, have you ever thought that on that day, the White Sugar Village was strong, the White Sugar Town was strong and the Thirty Coalition Army, Your Majesty held a water and land festival, and annihilated thousands of monks in one fell swoop, in the eyes of those who were killed by His Majesty's schemes, is Your Majesty a sinister and cunning person? ”

Tang Xiaobai thought thoughtfully, thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be such a truth.

Without waiting for Tang Xiaobai to speak, Pu Jing continued: "Although the undead clan is strange and impermanent, they have never been able to get out of the six realms of reincarnation, although they have no body, they have souls, and the souls without bodies are no different from lonely souls and wild ghosts, never entering reincarnation, never seeing sunlight. The poor monk's cultivation is shallow, but he wants to surpass the dead for His Majesty, accumulate merit, and let them go to live in bliss. ”

"Teng!"

Tang Xiaobai sat up from the ground, respectfully folded his hands and said to the old monk Pujing: "If the mage can get rid of the scourge of the undead for me, I should build a temple for the mage and enjoy the incense offerings of the Tang Kingdom." ”

Pujing also stood up, folded his hands, and said: "Amitabha, what the poor monk asks is not so, the Buddha said that I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, purify thousands of undead, can make the poor monk one step closer to the Western Heavenly Bliss, it is enough." ”

Tang Xiaobai picked up the pen, "brushed, brushed" and wrote a holy decree, and then shouted loudly with his true anger: "Someone!" ”

"Da Da Da!"

Immediately, several soldiers of the Nishang Army ran into the Taiji Palace, and Tang Xiaobai handed them the holy decree and said, "Quickly hand over this holy decree to the Great Army Division's Mansion." ”

"Obey the Divine Commandment." With that, the leading female soldier trotted away from the Taiji Palace, and casually heard a neighing of a horse and galloped away.

Pujing clasped his hands together and said: "Your Majesty, if you trust the poor monk so much, aren't you afraid that the poor monk is a charlatan?" ”

"Hahaha."

Tang Xiaobai laughed, and then said, "If the mage really deceived me, then I can only say that the mage's deception is too high. ”

Pujing smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha." The poor monk was designated as His Majesty's Purdue of the undead to solve the troubles of the Tang Kingdom. Tonight is the first seven days of the 170,000 people, and the poor monk asks His Majesty to prepare a puja to let the poor monk surpass these dead spirits. ”

"Then according to the teacher's words."

……

It's night.

Wu Province was blocked for half a month in the new city, today suddenly entered a group of soldiers, they began to arrange all kinds of strange decorations, at the same time, under the protection of the elite soldiers of the Tang Kingdom, an old man wearing a simple rag shirt, with a bright bald head Xu Bu walked into the new city.

In a vacant lot in the new town, a platform was erected on which a futon was placed. Below, there are hundreds of stone benches, the old monk sits on the futon on the stage, and in front of him there is a super-large wooden fish, and the emperor leads hundreds of ministers and generals to sit under the stage with serious expressions. Tens of thousands of soldiers stood near the high platform and besieged the city in a circle.

The emperor wore a white plain robe, and the other generals and ministers also took off their official uniforms and armor and changed into ordinary linen coarse clothes, which attracted the attention of the people, many of whom stood outside the blockade line to watch the excitement, and some even climbed trees and looked this way. None of them had ever seen a monk, nor had they seen the wooden fish, and they didn't know what it was, so they began to discuss.

The moon slowly hid into the clouds, and suddenly, a biting cold wind blew, and the sky seemed to fall with snowflakes.

After such a long winter, it finally snowed today.

At this time, the old monk Pujing on the stage finally picked up the Qianzhi beside him and knocked it on the wooden fish.

"Knock ......"

The sound sounded, not loud, but it seemed to spread throughout the entire Tang Kingdom, and everyone quieted down. Tang Xiaobai and the ministers, when they heard this first sound, their hearts were empty, as if they had entered a no-man's land, and they seemed not to be in Hongchen, forgetting sorrow and joy, and only seemed to have an epiphany.

"Knock knock ......"

A series of sounds sounded, and everyone in the dark night seemed to only see the bright bald head, and only heard the sound of this wooden fish.

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dotagadha Night"

"Dodi Nighta Amitabha"

"Amidoshi Tanvavi"

"Amidovigalandhi"

"Amido-Vigarando"

"Gamigreasy"

"Gagana"

"Tsanga Tsa Sabha"

Passages of obscure scriptures came out of the mouth of the old monk Pujing, his voice was not loud, but it seemed to be more penetrating than the wooden fish, and the entire Tang Kingdom seemed to be silent at this moment, only hearing this passage of scripture into the consciousness and mind, and for a while everyone's heart seemed to be at peace.

The generals of the military division have been anxious about the affairs of the undead legion for several days, but at this moment they have enjoyed incomparable peace.

As the scriptures were read, a layer of golden light emanated from Pujing's body, and it seemed that there were passages of scripture circling around his body, and at a glance, it looked like a god descended from the earth.

I don't know when, in the open space next to the emperor and ministers, translucent voices appeared, and if you look closely, there are many familiar faces, especially those translucent soldiers wearing armor, many soldiers recognize their former comrades.

These are the 170,000 people and soldiers burned by the Tang Kingdom here, they were attracted by the scriptures of the old monk, and stood quietly to the side and listened, they had no consciousness of life, but they felt that this scripture was beneficial to them, so more and more people gathered, and the whole square was soon filled with translucent human ghosts.

Tang Xiaobai turned his head and saw those translucent ghosts, he looked for them in the crowd, but there were too many people...... He couldn't find the familiar figure.

Pujing continued to recite the mantra of death.

After a while, people slowly began to turn into white points of light and disappear into the sky, which is the ghost who realized the curse of the past life and let go of the obsession in his heart, thus starting the reincarnation of the rebirth.

There were more and more white lights around him, and there were fewer and fewer people in the square, but Tang Xiaobai never waited for that figure, and he sighed deeply.

"Feng Xiao, don't you want to see me?"

Until the second half of the night, the entire square that was originally filled with ghosts was now empty, and there were no more half ghosts, and Pujing continued to chant.

"Wow~"

Suddenly, a phoenix roared from the air, and a huge translucent fire phoenix flew down from the air.

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