Legend of the Great Saint

Knock, knock...

In the pure earth temple, Abbot Yangon rushed to knock on the wooden fish and read scripture in his mouth. It seemed to be praying for blessings, and it seemed to be in excess.

All of a sudden, the wooden fish stopped.

The monks were surprised: "Abbot? ”

Abbot Yangon raised his hand and stopped the monks from asking questions, listening on his side.

Li Qingshan's figure was thrown against the rock wall and climbed straight up to the high dome, overlooking it.

The sergeants were talking and the cave was buzzing.

Nobody in this famous Black Cloud City knows who. Not long ago, the whole army fought with no enemies in the millions of armies, sweeping all generals. “General Crawling" now has another explanation: he likes to crawl all over the place.

The generals of Xuanwu Legion also rushed to the front and looked up to Li Qingshan.

“The city is falling apart! ”

Li Qingshan looked heavily, and the cave immediately calmed down.

Even though all ordinary sergeants feel this implicitly, no one dares say so directly that spreading rumours and disturbing the heart of the army is a capital crime. Just four words, deaf and deaf!

The generals are all changing their minds, they know the situation better than the sergeants, but they usually only have to calm down, otherwise there is a great deal of chaos in the army and nobody can take that responsibility.

“Brother, be careful...” A general tried to come up and stop him from continuing.

“Shut up!” Li Qingshan swept over, and the generals were basically beaten by him.

Li Qingshan pointed out and shouted: “This city wall, this magic, it's useless, can't resist the demon attack! ”

The fear of all of this, the cave rioted instantly.

Without moving, Li Qingshan continued: “Those practitioners of high altitude may be able to escape, or even simply enter the conveying hall and hide back in Vientiane. What are you going to do? ”

The riots grew more violent, igniting the anger of all, as if a bunch of stuffy thunder rolled in the mountain belly.

Someone shouted, “Is the general abandoning us? ”

Someone cried out, “General, help us! ”

Some people look down and ask themselves, "What are we going to do? ”

All doubt, fear, anger, hope, all point to Li Qingshan on Gaodai.

This enormous pressure is enough to cause ordinary people to break their minds, so that practitioners must also enter and retreat from the data, even the generals under the stage are alarmed, and the soldiers around them look at them with suspicion.

“Ha ha! ”

Li Qingshan laughed, laughed very happily, turned into a loud laugh, overshadowed the thunderous commotion. Under one finger, he snapped the iron: “I can't save you, you will all die! ”

And then they disappeared on the high ground, and everybody was pissed off, and the crowd was pouring, pushing back and forth, and somebody screamed, "On the contrary, on the contrary!” Some scream: “Kill it! ”

But most of them were just screaming in despair, and the sound wave was higher than the wave, as if to turn the whole black cloud city upside down, but they were trapped in this mountain belly clashing to the right, with no way out.

This is the world of divine Buddhism. Everyone understands one thing: they are merely mortals, perhaps much stronger than ordinary human bodies, and more means of refining gas, but they are still like termites compared to the true practitioners.

Without the master practitioner, the black cloud thunderbolt on his head alone could turn them all into ashes.

Abbot Yangon exclaimed: “All life is bitter! ”

Even though the generals were mighty, in the sea of this fierce crowd, they also realized that they were like a leaf boat, shouting bitterness in their hearts. Is this dedicated to ridicule? But what do you want them to do? Do you want to suppress the demon militia outside? But after the repression, are there any Xuan Wu Legions in the world?

“Boom!”

There was a loud noise, the cave vibrated violently, and the roar continued to echo. The gravel fell from the dome and everyone looked up in horror, thinking the cave was about to collapse.

When they lowered their heads again, they found Li Qingshan back on the high stage and announced: “I have smashed the conveyor hall! ”

Everybody stay put.

Li Qingshan smiled. "Who do you think I am? ”

“Everybody dies, you die, I die! Even the Buddha the angels, I do not believe that they will never die. But you shouldn't be breathing like a rat, dying in a shithole, that's not how a man dies!” Smile at several female generals: "Nor is it the way a woman dies. ”

“By the way, I forgot to tell you that I am already the leader of the Xuan Wu Legion. Tomorrow I will leave the city to fight the demons! As for what conveyor hall..."

“Huh, I want to die, who dares to flee first! ”

His eyes swept past the generals of the Xuan Wu Legion, the backbone of the Xuan Wu Legion, an important node in the convergence of military forces, but precisely because of a certain identity, I'm afraid there are still ideas that can be sent back to Vientiane Sect.

If we can't break the cauldron and break this thought, how can we gather our hearts and minds? How can an ordinary sergeant have no grievances? If you don't do something, don't you just say it? He doesn't care if he offends the fax disciples.

“General! ”

Surging people in the sea, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up, like the stars flashing, converging on Li Qingshan.

They are all chosen fierce warriors. There is no one greedy for life or fear of death. They were afraid of death, impatience, lack of hope, and abandoned as chess pieces.

Finally, there are those who are willing to face them, trust them, fight alongside them, live and die together, and see a glimmer of hope in despair.

The cheer goes from low to high, and it keeps ringing.

“Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan! ”

Morale is as good as a rainbow.

In the complete absence of a military formation, the generals were astonished by the fact that the rolling army gathered to him and congealed into a giant, though vague. Even Tian Tian proud did not have such magic, Li Qingshan abandoned them to communicate with all the sergeants, and the sergeants abandoned them to dedicate their loyalty.

Li Qingshan also felt the blood boil, and the military condensed giant waved down the stage.

For a second, thunderbolt!

In the pure earth temple, Abbot Yangon smiled slightly. Only those with “equality of all beings” can receive genuine support from all beings. But he frowned so tightly that he was extremely disturbed by one word - even the Buddha, the gods, I don't believe they are immortal!

Even mortals, when they have a certain status, are greedy and desperate. Practicing people, who don't want to live forever, who don't want to be God Buddha. So heartfelt, so thoughtful, so scary.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly and looked down at the plain face. One thought grew deeper and deeper: “I'm just a mortal too. Neither God nor Demon, if one day I forget this, it will no longer be me. ”

To think about it, many bottlenecks in my heart are so open, I feel so comfortable.

Since the Book of Heaven began to run, the new Yin Gods, no, the Yang Gods, began to gather in the small world.

A big hand waved: “Tomorrow's battle, I'll be in the front line, stay here if you're afraid of dying! If you're not afraid to die, let me fight! ”

The generals bowed their heads and promised: “May the general die! ”

The army drank aloud: "May the general die! ”