There was a rush of footsteps, and then a group of people walked in hurriedly, draining the entire temple with water.

"Master, the king, please come over!" said the leading Turkic man with a respectful face.

The monk staggered ahead, and the guards got out of the way and followed the monk.

Looking at this familiar temple, Fa Ming sighed lightly, and his body melted into the dirt like water waves, and disappeared without a trace.

"I've seen the king!" Lifting the curtain of the big tent and looking at the pale face of Shibi Khan, the mage saluted respectfully, his face full of calm.

"Master, the golden body is lost, and the Dharma protector is in prison, how did you tell this king at the beginning? How did you promise this king?" Shibi Khan pushed away the guards around him, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he suddenly stood up and staggered to the old monk.

"Amitabha, there are infinite variables of cause and effect in the world, the old monk's fate is not cultivated at home, and he misses the great cause of the Khan, all the cause and effect, karma, the monk is willing to bear it!" The old monk lowered his eyebrows and was silent.

"Why do you bear it with one force?" the Khan slapped the old monk's bare head, leaving five crimson marks.

The old monk was kind and kind, and he didn't see any anger, but he just shouted a Buddha horn, and his breath was cut off.

"Dead?" the Khan was stunned.

There was silence in the tent.

"That one wants you to die! That one wants you to die! Can you solve the problem if you die?" Shibi Khan was suddenly furious, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the old monk's shirt, pulled hard, threw him to the ground, and kept kicking him.

After kicking for a while, I saw that the old monk was drenched in flesh and blood, and he still couldn't understand his hatred: "Go and refine it for me, this king will crush his bones and scatter ashes." ”

The old monk died, and he died very decisively and simply!

The Buddha allowed him to attain the status of arhat, and only a fool would refuse such a good thing.

"Master!" the little monk Fa Ming stood in the distance, looking at the royal tent with teary eyes, staring at the rainbow light that rose to the sky, and carrying the soul relics of the old monk away, tears flowed endlessly.

"King, we don't have to be angry with a monk right now, we still need to discuss how to save the servant bones, and retrieving the golden body is the right way!" a little khan spoke.

"What do you think?" said Shibi Khan, looking at the little Khan.

The leader of the small tribe said: "Either we send troops to Luoyang, now Yujuluo is dying soon, if we can use a thunderous blow, Zhuojun may not be able to stop us." When the time comes, the soldiers will come to the city, and they are not afraid that the Great Sui will not give in. ”

Shibi Khan rolled his eyes when he heard this: "You are a million soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty to see the excitement? Once you enter the hinterland, the Liaodong army will cut off the back road, and you and I will both die and have no place to be buried." ”

The little leader smiled bitterly when he heard this, and then hurriedly said: "If force does not work, then you can only admit defeat and submit to softness, as long as the king shows sincerity, he secretly buys the Chinese martial arts of the dynasty, and the gate valve families." For the sake of the so-called magnanimity of the Celestial Empire, the Great Sui will also release the general. As for the golden body, the Great Sui will be in chaos right now, if we can buy off the courtiers and regain the golden body, it would be better, if it doesn't work...... This is also an excuse for us to go south in the future. Anyway, the only one who can control the golden body in the world is the king, and the golden body will return to the hands of adults sooner or later, so why should we be in a hurry. ”

Hearing this, Qimin Khan was suddenly shocked, his face looked better, and he nodded: "Yes, this king will submit his credentials and go to the Central Plains to meet the Son of Heaven." ”

Great Sui

Luoyang

Inside the Imperial Prison

Zhang Bairen sat on the Taishi chair and quietly looked at Mo He.

Mo He, the servant, was put on a pipa, and hung on the wall like that, and was in a state of coma all the time.

Zhang Bairen held a tea cup in his hand and drank the tea unhurriedly, and Snapdragon came over with a basin of cold water and splashed it on Mo He's body mercilessly.

"Wow~"

The iron chain shook for a while, and then he saw Mo He's eyes staring at everyone deadly, and after looking at the surrounding environment, his eyes fell on Zhang Bairen:

"Most of the governors have good means, and they admire it!"

"Alas, I have no grievances with you, why do you prevent me from becoming enlightened?" Zhang Bairen drank tea.

"The Metropolitan Governor is pretending to be confused, you are Han, I am a Turk, the stronger you are, the smaller my Turkic living space will be. For the sake of my Turkic, how can the old man tolerate you to continue to live?" Mo He's eyes were full of unwillingness: "If you want to blame me, you can only blame me for my bad luck, I actually met that old monster, and I know the manipulation method of the golden body, otherwise you don't want to practice the six-character mantra." ”

"You are a strong man in the north, the Turks have repeatedly invaded Xinjiang and brutalized the people of my Han family, how do you say I should concoct you?" Zhang Bairen looked at Mo He, his eyes were full of emotion: "It's a pity! You have ascended to the Dao, and turning into a god and demon is just around the corner, who knows that you will go astray." ”

"Hmph, you can't kill me! Shibi Khan will definitely operate, and when the time comes, you will let me out as you take me in!" There is no fear.

"Really, do you really think you still have a chance to go out?" Zhang Bairen looked at the raging charcoal fire around him, and picked up a knife with a flickering cold light: "The Khan traveled from the north to Luoyang, counting the submission of credentials, it will take at least three days, how many times do you say you will die in these three days?"

"If you kill me, the Khan will avenge me!" Raise a million Turkic soldiers and slaughter Middle-earth......" The servant Mo He was arrogant.

"Millions of soldiers, how many people do you have in the Eastern Turks!" The knife in Zhang Bairen's hand slashed across the face of the servant bone Mo He: "I have lost my golden body, I have lost the supreme powerhouse, I don't need my Great Sui to make a move, the Wei Chamber and the Khitan will join forces to swallow the Eastern Turks to the point that there are no bones left." Although the Khitan supreme martial artist is not in my eyes, there is no one in your Eastern Turks who can resist this person's blow!"

"You...... What do you want? Tell me so much, I'm afraid it's not thinking about talking nonsense!"

"Surrender me! Serve me as the Lord! Give you a glimmer of life!" Zhang Bairen's eyes were full of disdain.

"This is impossible! Even if it is death, the old man will never recognize the master! Even today, he will not dare to humiliate me, you are just a dog at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and you are worthy of calling me to recognize the master?"

Zhang Bairen's face suddenly became gloomy: "I don't know what to do! Your life is in the thought of the governor of Pontus, the governor of Pontus is a pity for your cultivation, if you fall into the sand, it is a pity, you don't want to listen to persuasion, toast and don't eat and drink." ”

"I'm sorry!" Mo He, the servant squirted out a mouthful of blood: "It's up to you?"