Ninety-nine Double Ninth Festival, the day of ascending should be at the top.

Everest, Tibetan means water of the Virgin. On the roof of the world, at the highest point, the snow arches that do not melt all year round, and for some reason, a ten-step square open space is revealed.

The bare black stone is exposed to the sky at the top of the clouds, baptized by the warm sun.

The old lama, whose face was withered, was still so skinny, barefoot, with a simple linen monk's trousers underneath, and a naked upper body, surrounded by a bright red robe. The right shoulder is bare, and on the head is a bright red lama hat with two tassels hanging down from the shoulder.

His eyes were cloudy as he looked far beyond the northern sky.

There is only a lonely white, white dazzling, and quiet and terrible.

There is no wind, and the clouds are underfoot.

There was a string of heavenly eye beads in his hand, his lips trembled slightly, and he softly recited the Heart Sutra of the world.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering... ”

“。。。 Color is emptiness, emptiness is color... ”

“。。。 Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth... ”

Over and over again, the official words of the Han family were pronounced from the mouth of a Tibetan monk, solemn, treasured, really like the Buddha who came from the west to cross the tribulation.

Beneath his feet, the shadow on the black stone was faint, and the sunlight seemed to really pass through his body, leaving only faint traces.

"Kumarosh brought the "Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra" to this land of China and sang it for thousands of years, as a contemporary living Buddha of the Yellow Sect, but you prefer to read the translation of Zen Xuanzang, isn't it a shame?"

"Master Sanzang exchanged the secret transmission of the Heart Sutra for my Huangjiao Mahayana Yoga Zen and then had an epiphany and became a Buddha. ”

"Nika Adanina, it's only been forty years, and you've got a lot of words. The middle-aged Taoist with crane hair but no more than thirty appearances, dressed in a sloppy Taoist robe, stood side by side with the lama, and looked at the sea of clouds in the north: "What are you looking at?

"The evil Buddha of Longmen Pass. The lama's eyes widened slightly, and he sighed: "The evil Buddha is coming to earth again, and I am afraid that there will be another catastrophe of suffering in this world." ”

"Nika Ida... Phew, your name is so hard to pronounce, let's call you Yuncai. The Taoist snorted, and said: "Yuncai, the last time the evil Buddha came to earth, I remember that the Potala Palace sent a total of seven big red clothes down the mountain, and in the end, it seems... ”

"Lama and I are the only ones who have returned. ”

"Then this time you... ”

"There is no longer the power to save another life in the Yellow Sect. The old lama sighed again and said sadly: "If possible, Lama I would rather be rainbow immediately, just hoping that this world can suffer less suffering." ”

"Please, maybe I can help you?"

"You can't either, it's days. And how much more so are you ... ?!!!!" The moment the lama turned his head, his voice stopped abruptly, and his face was full of astonishment: "You, you are, you want to... ”

"Dancheng. I'm going to become an immortal, envy, right?" The Taoist raised his eyebrows playfully, like a satisfied naughty boy: "Look... "Pointing to his feet, there is no shadow.

"Look again~" The feet slowly left the ground, three inches off the ground, stagnated, and after ten breaths, they fell down.

"One step ahead of you~" The Taoist smiled proudly.

"This step is more than a thousand rivers and mountains. Zhang Zhenren's posture is longitudinal, and the blessing is profound, the old lama is not as good, and the old lama admires. Nika Adanina looked at it for a moment, came back to her senses, and admired.

"So, please, I'll help you, how about it?"

"There is the world of your Han family, why do you want me to ask for lamas?"

"The Potala Palace lost the White Bone Zen, all the cause and effect must be counted on your Yellow Sect, you don't care, your Yellow Sect's luck will be gone, I'm afraid it won't be ten years, and the ancestral temple of the Yellow Sect will be gone, do you really care?"

Nika Adanina, the clouds under the sun, the supreme presence of the snowy region, was silent.

Long

The old lama bowed, and before he could say a word, he saw the Taoist standing behind him again: "Okay, I'll play with you." Even if you beg me, the cause and effect of the Yellow Sect back then can only last for another thirty years at most. What's more, there are some things that I don't need to say, I have to do the old way.

This time I came to you, in fact, there is a small thing. ”

"Zhang Zhenren, please speak. ”

"There is a big chaos in the world in the future, if it is a real dragon shallow water, how about you help Lao Dao and me protect him well?"

"Zhang Zhenren is free from the world, and he wants to... ”

"I owe Zhu Hongwu a favor, and I have to pay it back, otherwise I will always have a heart. The Taoist paused: "Actually, there may not really be that day, just in case, keep a backhand." ”

"Just take care of him?"

"Thirty-four years of life, a good death is enough. The Taoist nodded.

"Yes. The old lama gave his promise.

"After the gossip is over, it's time for me to move my muscles. The Taoist waved his hand, shook his shoulders, shook his legs and feet, and shook his body, but there was no trace.

The old lama paused for a moment, shook his head, and walked down the mountain, stepping on the snow without a trace.

。。。。。。

Boom Boom

There was a series of loud bangs, and the last round of shells was fired one after another, and the severed limbs flew up as expected.

After a "woo" horn sounded, the command flag was waved, and the five thousand Ningxia cavalry began to fulfill their fate.

The sword and shield guards on both sides moved forward steadily, step by step.

This is a typical crane wing formation, with its wings encircled by the enemy in sight, and the crane's beak dashes violently.

The battle outside Ganzhou is already clear.

The battle of hundreds of thousands of people, a strange vacuum spreads in the center.

More than 30,000 people were rushing towards several gaps in the city wall, braving the rain of rolling stones and arrows on their heads, and fighting for ethereal vitality.

On the other side, more people still followed the orders of the main general and the head, rushing towards the battle formation of Ningxia Wei, wrapped in the military formation, and they had no second choice.

Someone falls, and someone who comes after him makes up for it.

At the moment of the confrontation, the collision of the war horses, countless lives were lost.

The fire trees and silver flowers, the hoarse screams, and the bloodthirsty red light appeared in everyone's eyes again.

The red blood stained the yellow sand, and the sun on the horizon was already faintly orange and red.

Xu Ruyi was on the horse, and the Quartet was killing in his ears, which was extremely poignant.

The lion and tiger covered his face, and in the gap, his gaze had already moved away from Wu Kedi's face, staring at the high-spirited Cao Guogong of the Chinese army.

Wu Kedi is no longer worthy of his goal, even if he can survive this battlefield, there is no place for him to stand in the world.

The real enemy at the moment is precisely the rescuers he himself has brought in in every possible way, which is really a great irony.

"Li Jinglong, so bold, you are so bold. The body lay tightly on the horse's back, and the blood in the body was surging and burning: "I want you to die without a place to be buried!"