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For ordinary people, it is difficult for anyone to see the movements of the barefoot monk and the old man.

But when they're still, how can they not see unless they're blind? But many people would love to pick out their eyes at this moment.

The barefoot monk's big white lotus-like feet turned gray at this time, like the feet of some sculpture.

The exclamations above the city walls were a little painful and a little powerless, as if people had seen what was about to happen.

Li Zizhi's tears gushed out of his eyes, he didn't know what means the old man used before he died, he didn't want to know at this time, he just wanted the great monk in front of him, the best friend who had guarded him for thirty years, not to die.

Zhao Donghai knelt on the ground indifferently, his fat cheeks kept twitching, his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, he didn't know what he could do, he could only kneel at this time, kneel!

The goatee Wen Qingfeng covered his mouth, and his pupils seemed to have lost a sense of brilliance.

The ruffian Tao Otomo pinched his nails into the flesh and blood, his hands were bleeding, and he stood straight, but he trembled like a weed that could be blown down by the wind at any time.

Sadness, at this moment, the river flows backwards!

Only Tang Yinlong remained awake, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his hands were on the cold city wall, slightly curled up but full of green muscles.

He stared at Wuhai, stared at this monk who had guarded the Tang Dynasty for thirty years, and shouted hoarsely: "King Wuding, sue me for your, you have already got your head at your fingertips!"

Tang Yinlong's roaring voice was torn, hoarse to the extreme, and his tone was full of grief and unwillingness.

When he was young, Tang Yinlong was just a soldier in the army, he led the black donkey for Li Yi, went to the Qinglou to settle the bill, snapped the abacus for Zhao Donghai, braided a goatee for Wen Qingfeng, and pulled a book ...... for a city for Mr.

And the most memorable in his memory is. In the Tang Dynasty, when the roots of the country were not stable and the emperor had not yet gone to the immortals, the barefoot monk asked the emperor to go to the great wilderness, and that evening the emperor ordered him to wash the feet of the barefoot monk.

He still remembered his apprehension when he carried the basin of footwater, but at the same time he also understood that the emperor's order was tantamount to announcing him as the crown prince.

So that day, Tang Yinlong washed the feet of the barefoot monk very seriously.

The barefoot monk accepted the matter of washing his feet in the future. and once said: "I know the apprehension in your heart, the six kings have made great achievements, and the old Tang Dynasty has always recovered." ”

"But you have to remember one thing, at our stage, the rebellion and power are really boring, and for us it looks like the Tang Dynasty has been prosperous for thousands of years. It's something that gives you a sense of accomplishment. ”

Tang Yinlong understood this truth that day, so after he ascended the throne, he never asked the six kings to do anything, he hoped that they could enjoy the glory in peace!

This kind of trust between kings and ministers is obviously something that has never appeared in history.

Thirty years later, that trust is a double-edged sword.

Scar Curly Hair, because of the military power in hand, seems to have finally chosen the rebellion of the border army that has been repeated countless times in history.

But the barefoot monk and other five kings still chose to stick to the Tang Dynasty as they did thirty years ago!

Today, the pair of white lotus-like feet that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty once washed seem to be about to turn into stone. He couldn't stand it and couldn't accept it, so he questioned the barefoot monk.

The barefoot monk was unable to move any of his movements, as if his heart was about to be petrified.

He glanced fiercely at the gray that had reached his ankle, and the gray began to fluctuate as if he could not continue to move on.

He raised his head, looked at the familiar faces on the city wall, looked at the footsteps of Fayi and Wang Da Niu staggering not far away, and said softly: "Yinlong." I am a dying person, although half of my feet are already in the realm of heaven and man, and I can live for a while longer, but after all, my fate is certain. ”

This sentence seems to have pronounced the end of the barefoot monk, and also shattered the hope in everyone's hearts.

When Tang Yinlong, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, heard this, he pretended to hold the high crown on his head calmly, and coughed lightly. He straightened up and dusted off his dragon robe.

In the next moment, tears collapsed!

He thought he could calm down, but he didn't.

Fa Yi and Wang Da Niu finally came to the master's side at this time.

The barefoot monk kept his head in his hand. His gaze did not fall, for his neck was now unresponsive.

But there are still a few more words.

There was no impassioned expression in his words, just a calm statement: "I don't know what is under my feet, I feel like I'm going to lose consciousness, but it doesn't seem like I'm going to die, so you should put away your grief." ”

The sound of the walls of the city stopped, and the crying stopped.

Zhang Xiaodao in the arrow tower pursed his lips, held back the sadness, and quietly listened to the next words of the great monk.

"This battle, it should be my victory, there is a guy called ascetic in the Western Regions, and there is no opponent for you in the Great Wilderness. ”

Li Zizhi knew that what you said was him, and nodded heavily.

"If the war is rekindled, the Tang Dynasty boy should win. ”

"Besides, the head is already in my hands, and I did it. “

"If I turn into a stone, remember to plant some flowers and plants around me. ”

"Although I don't like flowers and plants too much, I always feel that I should decorate them more, so you can just watch it. ”

Having said that, the irrepressible gray had already reached the knees, but the great Shura behind the barefoot monk had already been invaded by more than half.

The barefoot monk said calmly: "If you worship me in the future, remember to eat some meat and wine, and you can't eat the vegetarian food in the Futu Temple." ”

"Well, there should be nothing more to explain. ”

"By the way, don't cry and show me a smile. ”

As he spoke, a confident smile spread across the corner of the barefoot monk's mouth.

The people on the city wall mourned in their hearts, but they all endured this great sadness, because they knew that the great monk wanted to see them smile, so they smiled.

The corners of Tang Yinlong's smile were stiff, very reluctant, and the facial groove squeezed out by the smile shone brightly.

Li Zizhi also smiled, his smile was not so stiff, just like the smile of a barefoot monk when he first saw it when he joined the army, when he was still a shy scholar.

The ruffian's smile was still evil, but the infinite embarrassment in his smile could be seen.

Zhao Donghai's smile is a real smile, but his smile is really ugly than crying.

Wen Qingfeng is also smiling, he is the most natural one.

The elites of the Tang Dynasty on the city walls are all smiling, but there is no doubt that this is the hardest smile of their lives. The ugliest smile, but also the most sincere smile!

The barefoot monk was satisfied, and the gray color invaded his whole body.

He became a sculpture on the northern plain of Shengjing.

He also had a head in his hand.

His posture still maintains the beauty of fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and the great assura behind him stands in the middle of heaven and earth, like a big Buddha.

He smiled!

............

When Menghan Baku staggered to the barefoot monk, the barefoot monk was no longer a barefoot monk.

He wanted to touch the blood-red, soft robe. But when his fingertips touched the hard rock, he knew that his wish could not be fulfilled.

His wish was simple, he just wanted to touch the corner of the barefoot monk's clothes, but now he was destined to never have the opportunity to touch it in his life.

A sense of loss filled his heart.

Three hundred golden iron riders silently put away the headless corpse of the old man behind him, preparing to withdraw from the Tang Dynasty.

It was undoubtedly a fair duel. The people of the Tang Dynasty did not stop it, even if it was transformed into a stone statue, the barefoot monk still held the head of the Holy See, which was enough!

The golden armor no longer seemed to shine, and the corpses of the three hundred golden iron horsemen and a thousand ascetics quickly disappeared into the plain.

And Li Zizhi came to Menghan Baku.

Without any opening remarks, Monhanbaku was the first to say: "I don't want to survive, but I'm like a waste now." I want to live in this country for a while, wait to die, or decide to die, give me some time, and if I don't die, you come and kill me again. ”

Surprisingly, Li Zizhi nodded, did not reply, just stood silently under the barefoot monk.

this day. Countless black satin floated in Shengjing City.

From the royal palace to the people, black has become the only shade.

Quansheng Tang will be a barefoot monk Dai Xiao, and Quansheng Tang Night is proud of this battle!

Zhang Xiaodao silently changed into a set of black clothes, and the filial piety sewn by Wang Luohan was hung on his left arm, and the two bought a few pots of good wine and returned to the north city gate.

Perhaps the barefoot monk's words before leaving revealed that he might not really die, so Tang Yinlong did not order his burial. But in fact, with the merits of a barefoot monk, even if he has a handful of ashes left, he will inevitably be buried in a grand manner.

Now there is no hope, but there is still a glimmer of hope!

The North City Gate has been placed under martial law by the government. Countless people with filial piety gathered silently behind the North City Gate, but no one had the courage to step out of the North City Gate.

Zhang Xiaodao has, he took Wang Luohan's hand and walked out of the north city gate, and he saw the barefoot monk under the Shura Demon God, and also saw Wang Da Niu and Fa Yi who were sweeping the snow around with a broom.

Zhang Xiaodao came to the barefoot monk in silence, opened the wine jug and spilled it, and sat down.

Wang Luohan also sat down.

Zhang Xiaodao immediately asked, "Daughter-in-law, will you really come back to life?"

A solemn look appeared on Wang Luohan's beautiful cheeks and said, "Where is the last thing that the Western Regions Sect Leader took out?"

"It should be in the hands of the teacher. ”

"I'm not sure of anything right now, but since the master is already a half-step celestial, there are very few things in this world that can actually kill him. ”

"The fact that he has now turned to stone, but has not lost his body, is not so accurate. ”

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the sky and said, "In any case, after this battle, the Western Regions and the Great Wilderness will come." ”

Wang Luohan fell into deep thought, as if he was still thinking about what the last iron weapon of the Holy See had released to make the great monk completely petrified.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't think much about it, opened the several jars of good wine he brought, and Fayi and Wang Daniu came to pick up the jars.

The three of them held the jar high and poured it in unison, revealing the same confident smile on the face of the barefoot monk.

Their smile represents the smile of the Tang Dynasty!

This is the attitude that the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty will face a strong enemy!