Chapter 233: Monk
Everyone was attracted by the sound and sought prestige. I saw www.biquge.info distant sky, under the golden light, a figure vaguely appeared, and behind the figure, it seemed to be followed by a huge beast.
"Enemies?"
He Ling sighed lightly, frowned tightly, and his heart sank, and he secretly said that it was not good.
It was an extraordinary moment, although it had won the victory of the beast tide attack, but this also meant that the holy city at this time was at the most critical moment, the northern city wall had completely collapsed, and there was no obstruction, as long as it was a fierce beast, it could easily attack it.
Although they can be strangled together, if the strength of the strange beast in the distance is amazing, even more terrifying than the ironclad barbarian king, the situation will fall into a very dangerous situation.
There is also a question, where do the melodious wind chimes and human figures exist?
"Herring, what should I do?" Calliste also seemed extremely cautious, and turned back to ask Herling, a trace of imperceptible anxiety flashed in his eyes.
"Regardless of whether the other party is good or evil, it is obvious that he is coming towards us, and the most important thing now is to appease the hearts of the people and let them break free from the panic of the giants, and this is left to me." Hering said in a deep voice, his eyes narrowing into a slit, staring at the approaching figure in the distance.
"Okay, I see."
Callist glanced at He Ling deeply, and did not forget to take Hu Xiaopang away before leaving, "I will gather all the sacrifices and conduct another urgent preaching, and whether the people can understand and accept it at that time can only depend on the will of heaven." ”
"Yes." He Ling sighed, he only hoped that the people would not resist too much, and he was also not sure to draw conclusions about such things as people's hearts.
"White sand."
"In!" Bai Sha immediately ran to Heling's side and gave a military salute: "Sir, what do you command?" ”
"Take your people, gather all the ordinary soldiers, and start repairing the city wall from now on, and you must complete it as quickly as possible!" He said in a deep voice, and noticed that the figure in the distance suddenly stopped, as if it was operating something.
Herring's eyebrows furrowed even more.
"Yes!" Bai Sha received the order, turned around and led the Atlanta team, and quickly left.
The place where the figure stayed was the corpse of the ghost mother, and he bowed down to stop, because the distance was too far, so Heling didn't really see it.
However, at the moment of the apocalypse, the other party's raging fire made Hering couldn't help but be shocked, the flame burned quite vigorously, even higher than the ironclad barbarian king and the ghost mother, but what made him hesitate was that although the other party's flame was in full swing, it did not explode, on the contrary, it was very stable and slow.
"It's weird." Herring muttered to himself, lowering his voice.
Generally speaking, the stronger a person's strength, the more vigorously the flame burns, and the more explosive the amplitude of the dance, and the strength of the person in the distance is undoubted, which can be seen from his lush flames.
But the key is why the man's flame is very peaceful, there is no trace of anger at all, there is only majesty and quiet.
"Isn't it the enemy?" Herring began to doubt his own judgment, and it would be better if the other party had no ill intentions.
But above the desert, a mysterious person suddenly appeared silently, who can guarantee that he is just?
"What's wrong?" Lian looked at Heling's face and sensed that something was wrong.
"It's okay, I'm going to go over there and have a look, you guys are waiting for me here." Herring commanded, turning around to leave.
"No, I have to follow you."
Maybe it was because she was thrown away by Hering before, and this time she said that she would not retreat, so Hering had to let her follow her, but she repeatedly told her to be careful.
"Got it, I'm not a child." Lian skimmed her son and said helplessly.
"You're sometimes more fatal than a child." Hering smiled bitterly.
"Cut."
The wind chimes in the distance became clearer and clearer, and as Hering continued to approach, the person in the distance seemed to notice it, and slowly raised his head to look at Hering.
"Amitabha."
The man suddenly got up, folded his hands, and bowed to him.
"This is ......" Hering scratched his hair, and then suddenly froze, "This is a Buddhist believer?" ”
"Isn't this just a monk?" Lian pouted and said softly.
That's right, it's a monk!
The two of them quickened their pace, panting and ran to the monk, who was about thirty years old, but his skin was smooth and delicate like a newborn baby.
The reason why Hering could judge his age was because the other party's eyes were as plain as water, and in his serene expression, they were as deep as the vast universe, as if they could accommodate everything in the world.
He was dressed in a pale yellow robe, and the cloth shoes on his feet had long been worn out, revealing his toes, and his ragged outfit was shabby, but it did not make Herring feel a little messy, on the contrary, he took advantage of the situation.
"Amitabha." Seeing that the two of them did not react, the monk once again folded his hands and bowed slightly.
Behind the monk was a giant lion with flames burning all over his body, looking at the two of them with great power, and let out a low roar, the giant lion's face was extremely hideous, but there was no anger and malice in his eyes.
"Great, Master, Amitabha, Amitabha."
I don't know why, Heling didn't notice the danger at all, or maybe he was forced by the powerful coercion of the giant lion, so he unconsciously returned the salute.
Lian also learned from Hering to do the same.
The monk smiled slightly, then turned to look at the corpse of the ghost mother.
"Dare to ask the donor, did you kill this ghost mother?"
"Yes." Herring raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.
The monk just asked casually, and when he heard Heling's answer, the surprise in his eyes flashed, and he was quickly hidden.
The life level of the young man in front of him was only forty-two, and he had such ability?
"The two donors really did not fall into the dust, and they actually cut down the grass and eradicated the demons and ghosts that had been feared in Tibet for a long time, and the little monk really admired them." The monk's face did not change, but his tone revealed his inner surprise.
"It's nothing, but it's lucky, but the demons of the Tibetan land, what is this?" Herring quickly grasped the point and asked directly.
"The demons of this Tibetan land......"
The yellow-robed monk paused in the middle of his words, he turned around, bent down again, and gently stroked the corpse of the ghost mother with his white and tender palm, and where he touched it, there was a peaceful golden light.
"Master, why didn't you say it?" Hering frowned slightly and hesitated.
"Hehe," the monk smiled slowly, and said, "It's not enough to be a topic, it's not enough to be a topic, since this is killed by the donor, then the mana in it should also belong to the two of them." ”
After the man finished speaking, without waiting for Heling to react, he directly stabbed into the body of the ghost mother with his hand, and her corpse was touched for a while, and then there was an inexplicable fragrance.
A moment later, as the monk chanted the inexplicable Sanskrit, a golden ball of light was born from the corpse, suspended in the sky, and then one in half, once burrowed into the bodies of Heling and Lian.