Mirror Kingdom, early spring of the 146th year of Anping in the New Calendar. en8.
At this time, it has been nearly two years since the one hundred thousand mountain demon Hu Hanmei turned Jiu Ming City into the Nine Lives Demon City. Two years ago, the humanitarian reinforcements were blocked by heaven and misjudged the strength of Qingchuan Mountain Mansion. There were 500 inner disciples of the Temple of Heaven. In the process of exiting Jiu Ming City, Le Shu, the only direct disciple holding the broken blade, watched helplessly as the only border defense line in the south fell into the beast tide.
After that, the Imperial Master launched a blood sacrifice in Jingdu, using the essence and blood injected into the holy pool by the five hundred inner disciples as a medium, and based on the beautiful watch laid out by the Imperial Master's Office in Ci'an City, to summon humanistic heroes to the world. Humanity disciples were continuously transferred to Ci'an City from all over the Mirror Kingdom, where they rebuilt the humane defense line.
About half a year ago, Qingchuan Shanfu and Lutiantan were in a stalemate with Xianhuacheng Liulian River as the boundary, one in the south and one in the north. In the land to the south, human life is as small as grass, corpses litter the fields, and there is no trace of life left. To the north, many young generals of humanity have risen, 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 Liulian River began to freeze. The humanitarian army tried to cross the river to counterattack, but was defeated. At this time, there were nearly 100,000 casualties among the disciples at the Temple of Heaven.
But in the winter of that year, the Imperial Master Yu Jingdu sacrificed hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits and millions of creatures, and used blood sacrifice to dismantle the Lutian Holy Altar.
On the first day of the 146th year of Anping in the New Calendar, almost overnight, the Lutian Holy Altar appeared over Ci'an City. The expedition ceremony was held in Ci'an City. The holy ring rose into the sky and blocked out the sun. All the dead humane disciples no longer turned into ghosts and returned to Fengdu City, but turned into heroic spirits and entered the Lutian Holy Altar, casting their bodies into pillars of light to support The expansion of the holy circle means eternal life and no reincarnation.
In the place shrouded by the halo of the Lutian Holy Altar, all races are fearless and eager to fight. This indomitable momentum has caused the demon race, which was originally fighting in a different place, to fall into a quagmire, unable to move forward or retreat.
This started to become a war of attrition.
There are millions of demons in Qingchuan Mountain Mansion, and there is one peak celestial demon. However, because the Lutian Holy Altar was moved to Ci'an City, Hu Hanmei could no longer personally attack the murderers in order to avoid direct attacks from the altar. At that time, the demon army had penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Mirror Kingdom, and was too far away from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The demon army that had been lost for a while could not be replenished, and every one who died would be one less. Therefore, Qingchuan Shanfu chose to shrink and expand, sticking to Jiu Ming City, using this as a foundation, gradually gaining a firm foothold, and then slowly invading towards the north.
Fengdu City is everywhere, and originally the Ghost Dao did not make any big moves. There were only some scattered disciples who manipulated the dead monsters and humans to gain power from them and wait for opportunities to expand. However, after the imperial master moved the altar to Ci'an City, all races no longer turned into ghosts and returned to Fengdu City, and the strength of Fengdu City was greatly weakened. It is rumored that some direct disciples of Kidō will be sent to war-torn areas this year to reorganize Kidō's military strength. During the war, Uncle Cha never showed up in person, and no one knew whether the news was true or false.
Lu Tiantan promulgated the new policy of the Dajing Kingdom in the 146th year of Anping in the New Calendar. All races can accept the inheritance of Lu Tiantan at the altar of transmission. en8. As soon as this method came out, the whole world was shocked. This was the first holy place in history where the Dharma was taught without any threshold. From this year onwards, humanity officially entered a prosperous era of magical arts practiced by all people, and also entered a war-torn era where all people worked together to defend against foreign enemies. While the combat power of demons and ghosts cannot be replenished in time, the combat effectiveness of humanity is soaring at an incredible speed, and the entire human race has become the reserve army of the Temple of Heaven.
The inheritance of humanity actually reached its heyday in this war that was caught off guard and sinisterly planned.
But all of this has not yet affected Yun Qing, who is in the snowy mountains of the far northwest.
During the site selection for Jie Shan two years ago, Mienfenglang's party, who proposed a fight, began to challenge the disciples of Guiling Temple one by one. First, a Mienfenglang disciple will compete with a Guiling Temple disciple. No matter life or death, the winner can continue to challenge others until he fails.
Zheng Zhenzhen was smart for once. She picked Yun Qing from the beginning. After being "seriously injured" and defeated, she stopped participating in the ensuing brawl.
Yun Qing struggled hard in the next challenge.
Both are holy places of immortality. The inheritance of Shenyin Sect focuses on the Tao of Taishang, while the inheritance of Mianfenglang is different. They mostly enter the Tao with a carefree mind. Although they are all women, there is no lack of openness and wantonness in the fighting. Usually at the beginning of the game, before Yun Qing is ready, the opponent's spells will pour out like a downpour. If the first wave of bursts can be resisted or avoided, then Yun Qing can take advantage of the old trend to go. Before his new power was born, he got close to the body in one fell swoop, using purely physical attacks to cripple his meridians and cut off his vitality.
However, if the first wave of attacks cannot be completely avoided, or if the attacks are not withstood, then the next wave of attacks will most likely be controlled by them and lead to death.
The worst thing is that there are so many spells in Mianfenglang that after defeating three or four people in a row, there is no similarity at all. It is difficult for Yun Qing to even find a flaw, let alone a targeted attack method. Moreover, the disciples of the Holy Land are more or less carefully selected and have a firm Taoist heart. It is difficult to shake her true heart with her illusion skills. In addition, the most powerful Da Sun Hei Tian Chao Qi so far cannot be used, and Fang Cun Zhan cannot be used because he hides Amang. Yun Qing is at a natural disadvantage from the beginning.
Basically, she relied on the Marrow Cleansing Sutra to physically resist spells. If she could resist, she would win, and if she couldn't, she would die.
When it was about the fifth person's turn, Yun Qing had to pretend that his injuries were too severe and he was weak, and left the battle.
The final result was that Mienfenglang was defeated by Guiling Temple by one victory, and the boundary mountain was moved three mountains southward with the snow mountain where they were located.
Apart from Luo Yuan and Jiu Huan, there were only four people from Mianfenglang and three from Guiling Temple who returned alive.
After returning to the temple, Yun Qingan practiced the Marrow Cleansing Sutra peacefully, chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha every morning and evening, never exceeded the rules, and no longer peeked into the Sutra Pavilion.
Probably more than a year later, in the early spring of the 146th year of Anping in the New Calendar, there was a severe snowstorm in the northwest grassland, which affected countless herdsmen and made it difficult for them to make a living. Even when the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, some pilgrims found the gate of Guiling Temple, hoping to pray for the Buddha's blessing to help them survive this difficult time.
Soon there were more tasks in the temple to relieve grassland herdsmen.
Yun Qing asked to rescue the suffering herdsmen, take this opportunity to stay away from Guiling Temple for a while, downplay his sense of existence, and wait for a suitable opportunity before going back.
Next time I go back, it might be time to leave.
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"Thank you, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have been..." The skinny herdsman covered in blood knelt in front of a young man.
The young man was wearing a large red monk's robe, his face was a little feminine, his eyes were closed, and he stood barefoot in the pale snow. He was holding a fine steel Zen staff, which he had just used to drive away several extremely ferocious snow wolves.
The young monk just nodded, and then walked towards the place where there were people without saying a word.
The herdsman raised his head and saw the winter sun shining on the man's desolate back, feeling an indescribable coldness.
Yun Qing came out of Guiling Temple and walked for a whole day and night before he saw one person. 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, it is relatively easy for her to find the place where the herdsmen live.
The closest ranch to here is the Xinshui Ranch. When she just passed through the Thirteen Barriers two years ago, she caught a caravan of an evil cultivator. At that time, it was also the ranch she casually talked about. It seemed that it was determined that she would finally come here today.
Although Yun Qing was barefoot and had her eyes closed, walking was no problem at all. After losing her sight, she became more and more dependent on her mind. But her eyesight is not born with it, but is acquired. So no matter how she uses it, it feels like walking in the dark with a lantern, which is not as natural as real eyes. Fortunately, over the years, she has gradually adapted to the feeling of walking in the dark.
As she gradually practiced the ascetic practices in the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, she became more and more accustomed to the harsh environment.
"Woooooooo..."
A slight whimpering sound came from a distance. Yun Qing walked slowly and slowly. It took him a while to reach the place where the sound came from.
Squatting in the snow was a child wearing a thin cloth. The child curled up into a ball and remained motionless in the snow, occasionally making a small whimpering sound. Yun Qing saw that the child was only three or four years old. His face was blue and skinny. He looked like he could only breathe out but not in.
It is not unusual for such abandoned children to appear in disasters.
The folk customs in the northwest grasslands are relatively primitive. When encountering such a disaster, children with poor health will usually be abandoned to ensure that most people in the family can survive.
Yun Qing bent down and held the child in his hands, wrapping the child in his warm breath. Now that we have met him, there is nothing wrong with rescuing him. This is 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 didn't know medical skills, and her Qi could only be used to kill people, but she didn't care, and just walked towards the favorite ranch while hanging on to the child's life.
It was now evening, and people grazing outside were returning to the pasture one after another. Many people looked at the blind and barefoot young monk with curiosity and awe. The snow in the pasture had been swept away, separated into large piles, and some buried carcasses of cattle and sheep could still be seen in the snow. In such cold weather, there is less and less fodder, and cattle and sheep either freeze to death or starve to death. In addition, there were fewer and fewer animals in the snow, and from time to time, hungry snow wolves broke into the pasture to catch sheep, so the losses were quite serious.
"Sonny!!"
Yun Qing was about to walk into the pasture when he heard the shrill wail of a woman behind him.
She turned around and saw an old woman in a dirty cotton gown looking at her in astonishment, or rather looking at the child in her hands.
The old woman ran over as if she was crazy, her scarf fell to the ground, and her white hair was scattered in a ball. She rushed straight towards Yun Qing. Yun Qing took a step back. She fell to the ground, holding on to the corners of Yun Qing's robe.
"Please! Give me my son back!" Tears were streaming down his wrinkled face. "My son is not dead! God, you brought him to me!"
Many herdsmen stopped to watch this scene and wanted to know what the young monk was going to do with this crazy old woman. When the old woman was young, there was a big snowstorm on the grassland. At that time, her child was frozen to death. From then on, the old woman suffered from heart problems. She looks like a pretty normal person on weekdays. Whenever it snows, she hugs a pillow and says, "This is my son." If she sees another family's child, she must say it's her son back.
Yun Qing turned the rosary in silence, and there was an unreal compassion on his slightly pale face.
"Old man, please get up...this is not your child."