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He rubbed the object in his hand, "Welcome home."

...

Lu Zhengkang took Mo Yun to bid farewell to Quanfu.

"where are we going?"

"No, it should be, where do you want to go?"

The swordsman asked the monk, "Is there a difference?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it the next way."

"Nothing scares me."

"That's good."

The little novice monk glowed all over, his body grew up, and his forehead gave birth to a pair of prosperous and gorgeous jade white antlers. The black hair was coiled into a snail, and his face was majestic and kind. What a living Bodhisattva!

Mo Yun was silent for a long time.

"I must be dreaming..."

"Let's go, don't froze."

"Where to go?"

"Kunlun."

Chapter 126 The Saint, the End of King Kong Sect

Snowy, Kunlun Mountains.

The pilgrimage road has faded.There are not many believers who still believe in the Vajra Sect.

People no longer preach that the King of Dharma is infinitely powerful, but instead declares the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva's compassion and Pudu. New temples have begun to be built, and Bodhisattva tablets and statues have begun to spread among the tents of herdsmen.

Today, the saint has embarked on the holy road, and the people in the snowy area along the way have seen him, noble and majestic, magnificent and solemn, seeing him, it is like seeing the other shore and salvation, and seeing the ultimate beauty.

People put aside their work, whether they were civilians, nobles, vendors or farmers, they gathered together and stepped in the footsteps of the saints.

Take off your shoes and feel the snow, soil, gravel, and rocks where the saint stepped on with the soles of your feet, and feel the cold earth and fiery heart.

They were full of energy, staring at his back, never resting.

From the first step of the saint into the snowy area, they knew that their king was coming!

The swordsman in white followed the saint, his posture was solemn and his expression relaxed.

Lu Zhengkanghua's body is twelve feet long, with antlers three feet on his head. He is a real giant. His white monk robe is wafting slightly like a sparse moonlight. He walks barefoot, leaving behind large and distinct footprints. The feet are round and plump. Seeing is happy.

He walked towards the King Kong Sect step by step, and since he passed by here, there is no need for this evil sect that distorts Buddhist principles to continue to exist.

From the capital, to the snowy region, and passing through Shanxi along the way, his beautiful body was admired by countless people. The name of Luyuan has spread far, so believers all over the world are also gathering towards him.

Lu Zhengkang could feel that it was like blood flowing back to the heart, and the believers in the Pure Land Pearl were heading for the sun.

Most of the monasteries in Shanxi, Gyeonggi, Jingbei, and Huainan have converted to the Luyuan Bodhisattva, so these monks, along with devotees and lay priests, arrived first.

The pilgrimage team has exceeded one hundred thousand people. They bring their own dry food and tents, and there are temporary settlements on the leeward along the way.

These people help each other, rest when they are tired, eat when they are hungry, and outside of these physical activities, the only thing they have to do is follow Lu Zhengkang.

There is a mixture of fish and dragons in the team, but once evildoers appear, they will be stopped by knights and monks. They will be judged spontaneously by the masses, either expelled, or directly killed.

Under the power of faith, such pilgrims are tenacious, tough, and noble.

When such a team advances into the depths of the snowy region, marching among the towering, beautiful and wild hills and gully of Kunlun Mountain, it is like a mass of fire, coating this everlasting mysterious ice with a mess of colors.If one person is just an ant, those tens of thousands of ordinary people, when their minds converge, when they speak with one voice and walk in one direction, then this is a giant standing upright!

Human is composed of countless cells in the body, and such a collective is also made up of countless individuals, so the leader is the most intelligent brain.

But Lu Zhengkang is not a brain.

He cannot be included in the pilgrimage group.

It is certain fragments of Lu Zhengkang that are really ruling these people, a part of him, and this is also abstract, it is the divinity of Lu Zhengkang that people have imagined.

Lu Zhengkang itself is much more complicated than this.

He is not a leader.

He is a shepherd.

...

The Immeasurable King Kong Sect.

The majestic and handsome palace stands on a steep hillside, and the red and white border wall glows beautifully and dazzlingly against the scorching sunlight at noon.There are golden roofs, treasure towers, and aquarius stars densely covered with brilliant golden light, noble and majestic.

King Kongzong stands on the mountain, steadily tall, reaching the highest point, overlooking the vast land of thousands of miles.

A total of 754 lamas gathered on the wide square in front of the temple, led by King Kampot, five Ming kings, and six supreme masters. They stared at the east, and the turbulent crowd could already be seen on the horizon.

The comer is not good.

His Holiness Kampot realized that today is the time to decide the fate of the Immeasurable King Kong Sect.

Behind you are my own temples. These ancient buildings have withstood hundreds of years of wind, snow, earthquakes, and lightning strikes, and they have been continuously repaired before they can continue. If after today, the inheritance of the King Kong Sect is extinguished in the long river of history, then these high walls Shenwa will also go with the people.

Kampot does not allow this to happen, and he does not think that today is a dead end.

A group of 10,000 sheep is no match for a lion, because the sheep are timid and cowardly personality will make them choose to escape.

It is not that they have not experienced crusades in the past, but that there has never been a battle of this scale.

Just defeat the leader...

that person……

Kampot narrowed his eyes.

Not the same, this is not a sheep.

Lu Zhengkang's eyes contacted the King.

Kampot shivered suddenly.

The world was swallowed by those eyes, he only saw a large area of ​​darkness and chaos, and the silent turbulence impacted his body. He felt a sharp pain and frowned. This was not unbearable for him. This was terrible If the world can only torture him mentally, then Kampot will never give in.