The fifty-first chapter, people are like feathers, life is like weeds

Mirror country, the early spring of the 146th year of Anping in the new calendar. en8.

At this time, it has been nearly two years since Hu Hanmei, the 100,000-strong mountain celestial monster, turned Jiu Ming City into a monster city of Jiu Ming. Two years ago, the humanitarian reinforcements were obscured by the celestial secret, and they made a mistake in judging the strength of the Qingchuan Mountain Mansion. In the process of withdrawing from Jiu Ming City, the only direct disciple, Le Shu, held a broken blade and watched helplessly as the only frontier defense line in the south fell into the beast tide.

After that, the national teacher Yu Jingdu launched a blood sacrifice, using the blood of the five hundred inner disciples poured into the holy pond as a medium, and based on the Huabiao laid out by the national teacher's residence in Ci'an City, to call the human and heroic spirits into the world. Humanitarian disciples were continuously transferred to Ci'an City from all over the Jing Kingdom, where they rebuilt the humanitarian defense line.

About half a year ago, the Qingchuan Mountain House and the Temple of Heaven were bounded by the Xianhuacheng Liulian River, one south and one north, and they were deadlocked. In the land to the south, human life is as small as grass, corpses are scattered everywhere, and there is no trace of life. In the north, many young generals of Humanity have risen up, vowing to fight to the last drop of blood for Humanity, and Xie Yao is one of them.

In the early winter of the 145th year of Anping in the new calendar, the lingering river began to freeze, and the humanitarian army tried to cross the river to counterattack, but was defeated. At this time, nearly 100,000 casualties among the disciples of the Temple of Heaven had been lost.

But in the winter of that year, the national teacher Yu Jingdu took 100,000 heroic spirits and millions of souls as sacrifices, and dismantled the altar of walking with blood by the method of blood sacrifice.

On the first day of the 146th year of Anping in the new calendar, almost overnight, the Holy Altar of Lütian appeared over the city of Ci'an. The expedition ceremony was held in Ci'an City. The holy ring was lifted into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. All the dead humanitarian disciples no longer turned into ghosts and returned to Fengdu City, but turned into heroic spirits and entered the altar of Lütian, and cast their bodies into pillars of light to support them. The expansion of the Holy Ring will never enter into reincarnation forever.

In the place covered by the halo of the altar of the sky, all the races are not afraid of death, and the fighting spirit is boiling. This kind of indomitable momentum has caused the monsters who have been fighting in different places to fall into the quagmire, and they can neither move forward nor retreat.

This started to become a war of attrition.

There are millions of demons in Qingchuan Mountain Mansion, one of them is a peak heavenly demon. However, because the Lvtian Shrine was moved to Ci'an City, Hu Hanmei could no longer personally attack the clan in order to avoid the direct attack of the Shrine. At that time, the demon army had already penetrated deep into the hinterland of the mirror country, and it was too far away from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The demon army that was lost in a while could not be replenished, and one death would be one less. Therefore, Qingchuan Mountain House chose to shrink and expand, stick to Jiuming City, and use this as a foundation to gradually gain a firm foothold and then slowly invade northward.

Fengdu City is omnipresent. Originally, there was no major action in the ghost way. Only some scattered disciples manipulated the dead demon clan and human clan to grab power from it and wait for an opportunity to expand. However, after the national teacher moved the altar to Ci'an City, all ethnic groups no longer turned into ghosts and belonged to Fengdu City, and the strength of Fengdu City was greatly weakened. It is rumored that this year there will be ghost disciples who will be sent to war-torn places to rebuild the ghost army. During the war, Uncle Cha never showed up in person, and no one knew whether the news was true or not.

In the 146th year of Anping, the new calendar, the Temple of Heaven promulgated the new policy of the Great Mirror Kingdom, and all ethnic groups can accept the inheritance of the Temple of Heaven at the altar. en8. As soon as this method came out, the whole world was shocked. This is the first holy place in history to teach the Dharma without a threshold. Since this year, Humanity has officially entered a prosperous age of magic practice for the whole people, and also entered a chaotic age of war in which all people are united in fighting against foreign enemies. Under the circumstance that the combat power of demons and ghosts cannot be replenished in time, the combat power of humanity is soaring at an incredible speed, and the entire human race has become the reserve army of the Temple of Heaven.

Inheritance of humanity has entered its most prosperous era in this unpredictable and sinister war.

But all of this has not affected Yunqing in the snow-capped mountains in the far northwest for the time being.

In the site selection of Jieshan two years ago, Mianfenglang, who proposed the fighting method, began to challenge the disciples of Guiling Temple one by one. First, a disciple of Mianfeng Gallery and a disciple of Guiling Temple will learn from each other. Regardless of life or death, the winner can continue to challenge others until they fail.

It was rare for Zheng Zhenzhen to be smart once. She chose Yunqing from the beginning, and after being "severely injured" and defeated, she no longer participated in the next fight.

Yun Qing fell into a hard fight in the next challenge.

Both are sacred places of immortality, and Shenyinmen inherits the Tao of the ether, while the inheritance of Sleeping Phoenix Corridor is different. They mostly enter the Tao with the meaning of freedom. Although they are all women, there is no lack of open-mindedness and wanton sway in the fighting style. Usually just starting the game, before Yun Qing is ready, the opponent's spells pour out like a pouring rain. If the first wave of outbreaks can be resisted or avoided, then Yun Qing can take advantage of the old situation. Before Xinli was born, he got close in one fell swoop, using pure physical attack to abolish his meridians and cut off his vitality.

However, if the first wave of attacks could not be completely avoided, or if they were not carried over, then most of the time they would have to be controlled by them, leading to a dead end.

The worst thing is that there are so many techniques in the Mianfeng Gallery that there are no similarities between three or four people in a row. Moreover, the people of the Holy Land Gate are more or less carefully selected, and their Taoism is firm, and it is difficult to shake their original heart with her illusion cultivation. In addition, the strongest Da Sun and Black Sky Wheel True Qi can't be used so far, and Fang Cun Zhan can't use it because Aman is hidden, so Yun Qing was at a natural disadvantage from the beginning.

Basically, she is relying on the method of washing the marrow sutra to resist spells with her body.

When it was probably the fifth person's turn, Yun Qing had to pretend that his injuries had accumulated too much and his health was too weak, so he left the battle.

The final result was one victory away, Mianfeng Lang was defeated by Guiling Temple, and Jieshan took the snow mountain where they were located as the boundary and moved the distance of three mountains to the south.

Apart from Yuan and Jiuhuan, there were only four people in Mianfeng Gallery and three people in Guiling Temple.

After returning to the monastery, Yun Qingan practiced the Sutra for Washing the Marrows peacefully, chanting and worshipping the Buddha in morning and evening classes every day.

About a year later, in the early spring of the 146th year of Anping in the new calendar, the northwest grasslands suffered severe snowstorms, and countless herdsmen suffered from it and could not make a living. Some pilgrims even found the gate of Guiling Temple even when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, hoping for the blessing of the Buddha to help them get through this difficult time.

Soon after, there were more tasks to relieve the grassland herdsmen in the temple.

Yunqing asked to go to rescue the suffering herdsmen, take this opportunity to stay away from Guiling Temple for a while, play down her sense of existence, and wait for a suitable opportunity to go back.

The next time go back, it might be time to leave.

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"Thank you very much, thank you very much, if it weren't for you and I would have..." The skinny herdsmen covered in blood knelt in front of a young man.

The young man was wearing a large scarlet monk robe, his face was somewhat feminine, his eyes were closed, and he was standing barefoot in the pale snow. He was holding a stainless steel Zen staff, which he used to drive away several ferocious snow wolves just now.

The young monk just nodded, and then walked towards the crowded place without saying a word.

The herdsman raised his head and saw the winter sun shining on the man's desolate back, with an indescribable coldness.

Yunqing came out of Guiling Temple and walked all day and night before seeing one person, even though this person was almost eaten by several snow wolves, which shows the seriousness of the snow disaster in the northwest. But now that she has seen people, for her, who has a book from the heavens, it is still easy to find a place where herdsmen live.

The closest ranch to here is Xinshui ranch. When she just crossed the Thirteen Barriers two years ago, she joined a caravan of evil cultivators. At that time, the ranch she casually talked about was also the same. It seems that there is a certain number between the two, and today she will finally come here for a walk.

Although Yun Qing was barefoot and closed his eyes, walking was not a problem at all. After she lost sight of her eyes, she became more and more dependent on her mind. But her eyes were not born, but she opened her eyes the day after tomorrow, so no matter how she used it, she would feel like walking in the dark with a lantern, not as natural as her real eyes. Fortunately, over the years, she has gradually adapted to the feeling of walking in the dark like this.

With the gradual practice of the ascetic practice in the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, she became more and more accustomed to the harsh environment.

"Woooooooo..."

A subtle whimper came from a distance, Yun Qing walked unhurriedly, and it took a while to get to the place where the sound came out.

A child in a thin cloth was squatting in the snow. The child curled up in a ball, motionless in the snow, occasionally making a little whimper. Yun Qing saw that the child was only three or four years old, his face was blue, and he was skinny and skinny.

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It is not uncommon for such outcasts to appear in disasters.

The northwest grasslands have a relatively primitive folk customs. In such disasters, children with poor health are generally discarded, so as to ensure that most people in the family can survive.

Yun Qing bent down, held the child in his hands, and wrapped the child in a warm breath. Now that he met him, it would be nothing to save him easily. It was no different from the herdsman just now.

The child's face looked better, but he still couldn't open his eyes. His face turned from blue to red, and he seemed to have a fever.

Yun Qing doesn't know medical skills, and her true qi can only be used to kill people, but she doesn't care, so she hangs the child's life and walks towards Xinshui Ranch.

At this time, it was evening, and the people who were grazing outside came back to the pasture one after another. Many people looked at this blind and barefoot young monk with curiosity and awe. The snow in the pasture has been swept away, and the piles are separated, and some buried cattle and sheep carcasses can still be seen in the snow. In such a cold day, the forage is becoming less and less, and the cattle and sheep are either frozen to death or starved to death. In addition, there are fewer and fewer animals in the snow, and from time to time, hungry snow wolves break into the pasture to catch sheep, so the losses are quite serious.

"Sang Er!!"

Yun Qing was about to walk into the pasture when she heard a woman crying mournfully behind her.

She turned back, and an old woman in a dirty cotton jacket was looking at her in astonishment, or at the child in her hand.

The old woman came running like crazy, her hood fell to the ground, and her white hair was in a ball. She lunged straight at Yun Qing, Yun Qing took a step back, she fell to the ground, and tugged at the corner of Yun Qing's robe.

"Please! Give me back my Sonny!" Tears filled the wrinkled face. "My Sonny isn't dead! God, you brought him to me!"

Many herdsmen stopped to watch this scene and wondered what the young monk would do with this crazy old woman. When the old woman was young, there was also a big snowstorm on the grassland. At that time, her child was frozen to death. Since then, the old woman has suffered from heart disease. On weekdays, she looks quite normal. Whenever it snows, she hugs a pillow and says, "This is my son." If she sees another child, she must say that her son is back.

Yun Qing turned the rosary silently, and there was a kind of unreal compassion on that slightly pale face.

"Please get up, the old man... This is not your child."

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