Great Xia Jianzhou, Hanging Temple.
In autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp, and leaves are falling on the Hanging Temple, but it doesn't look bleak.
Today, the war has passed, and with the great assistance of the imperial court, the city's economy has been restored, and many things have been put on the right track.
Under the mountain gate of the Hanging Temple.
People come and go, so lively.
Most of these pilgrims are dressed in rags and shabby clothes, and their faces are yellow from poor families, but their complexion is very good.
This year's weather is smooth and rainy. Although there have been several months of war in the middle, fortunately, the war came quickly and subsided quickly.
after the war.
The bumper harvest of food, coupled with official disaster relief aid, enabled most of those who survived the war to have a good year.
During the war, the Hanging Temple opened its doors to give out porridge.
Many people survived because of the grace of a meal.
Now I am grateful, and after the autumn harvest, I return to the mountain and offer incense to pray for blessings.
"Thank you very much. If it weren't for your help that day, my mother would definitely not be able to persist."
A poor young man wearing a gray patched robe held Master Xuanming's generous palm, and said tearfully.
Behind him, an old woman in a shabby cotton coat was also praying in a low voice.
"No need to thank you, this is what monks should do."
Monk Xuanming had a ruddy complexion, and even in the cool autumn, he was only wearing a thin robe.
His voice was thunderous, "If you really want to thank you, you should thank Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Saints. It was her disciple who ended the war, and she also brought stability to Great Xia."
Even in the holy land of Buddhism.
Jiang Zirou still has a very high personal reputation and is respected by many people.
"Daddy, do you think we will see that sister again in the future?"
Among the crowd, a father and daughter were standing in front of an incense burner in a remote corner.
The slightly thin middle-aged man had a vicissitudes on his face, held a stick of incense in his hand, lit it with a candle, carefully inserted it on the incense burner, and stretched out his hand to worship.
Then he took his daughter's hand.
Looking at the Xuankong Temple full of people and vitality.
He took his daughter's little hand and sighed, "Yes, I will!"
…
The white-browed and white-haired Master Buddha was standing tall, with an old broom in his hand, and the fallen leaves were scattered by him, but he cleaned it spotlessly.
The autumn wind was blowing slowly, and there was a smile on his face.
Standing in front of the dilapidated Demon Suppressing Tower, looking at those pious believers, looking at those busy disciples.
The mood became more and more peaceful.
Finally, when a dead leaf slipped from his eyes and was held in his hand, a faint golden light flashed in the old man's muddy eyes.
Everything is perfect.
He took a long breath.
There are white clouds and dogs in the sky, and the ages are long on the ground.
All kinds of things in the world slipped by in front of the old man one by one.
He took a step forward, golden light bloomed between his brows, and turned into a giant Buddha, and an aura of supreme height, strength, vastness, and vastness bloomed from the old man.
A lot of golden Borneo flowers are in full bloom, and pieces of glazed pure land are spreading.
"The Tathagata has no origin and nowhere to go, hence the name Tathagata." With a solemn expression and a loud voice, he pointed to the sky with one finger and touched the ground with the other. He said loudly: "Today, I will cut off the roots of life, old age, sickness and death!"
…
The imperial city, the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.
In a certain building, the sun was shining brightly and brightly.
Su Li, who was wearing a long white dress, squinted her eyes, lying on the table, her buttocks, which were as plump as a crescent moon, formed a thrilling arc on the long dress.
Since living together with Jiang Zirou for the past few years.
Su Li, who was still a little thin back then, has become more and more slim and graceful.
The voice of "hum haha" came from beside my ear.
It was Xiao Douding who was waving his fleshy fists, and was doing decent exercises on the floor.
out of order.
"Hey, this old guy has really broken through to the realm of a saint..."
Su Li raised his head, blinked, with a look of surprise on his face.
She is a real dragon.
Daxia's dragon veins are gathered because of her. Although her strength is far inferior to that of a saint, her perception of luck is far superior to that of ordinary people.
Today, the old monk has just broken through.
Su Li was thousands of miles away, and he had already faintly sensed it.
"Forget it, the old guy already has a lot of background, and with the several sparring sessions with that enemy, it's not unexpected that he can break through."
A sense of sleepiness welled up in my heart.
Su Li yawned, put the matter behind his head, changed his posture, lay down on the table and continued to squint and take a nap.
"Sister, sister..."
Little Douding's voice came.
For some reason, Su Li was extremely sleepy during this time, and didn't bother to talk to her, lying motionless on the table.
Soon, the sound of Xixi Suosuo's footsteps came.
A slightly cold little hand was attached to Su Li's smooth forehead.
"What are you doing?" Su Li opened his eyes and asked helplessly.
"Sister, sister..." Xiao Douding asked rather worriedly, "Are you sick?"
Huh, this little guy actually cares about the dragon... Su Li felt warm in her heart, she braced herself up and raised her head, "Sister is fine, but I've been a little sleepy lately..."
She didn't finish her sentence.
Then I heard the voice of Xiao Douding biting his finger:
"Sister, if you are sick, no one will play with me."
Forget it, I still love you for nothing.
Su Li rolled her beautiful eyes, and with a "boom", she slammed her forehead on the table.
"Sister, this is for you." Xiao Douding stepped on the chair, took out a sugar ball from his arms, and put it in front of Su Li.
Why does it taste weird... Su Li bit the candy open with his teeth, and then swallowed it into his stomach.
"Did your mother give it to you?"
In Jiang Zirou's absence, the queen was very strict with Xiao Douding and rarely gave her such junk food.
"No!"
Xiao Douding raised his head, with a smug expression on his face.
"My aunt gave it to me!"
"Then why..." For an instant, Su Li felt completely relieved, and there was a faint premonition in his heart.
"It's because I've been reluctant to eat it, so I secretly hid it in my shoes!"
Xiao Douding happily bounced around on the spot, smiling like a little hamster on his chubby face.
"vomit…"
Su Li's face turned blue, and his stomach was overwhelmed.
But the physical fitness of the real dragon is so strong that he couldn't spit out anything.
In the end, Su Li lay down on the table with blank eyes.
The pupils dilate slowly, like a salted fish that has lost its dreams after being assigned homework by turns.
I'm so stupid, really, but I knew this little guy had a brain hole, but I didn't expect... Su Li squinted his eyes and couldn't lift his strength.
If only Jiang Zirou was here...
she thinks.
"Sister!" Xiao Douding spoke again.
Su Li trembled all over, and there was a hint of fear on his pretty face, "What are you going to do again?"
"I want to learn martial arts!" Xiaodouding stretched out his hand, humming and making gestures a few times.
"I want to be a pillar of the country like my aunt!" Xiao Douding said with his head held high, like a little general leading an army in battle.
There is a way to heaven if you don't go, learning the sea is boundless and working hard... Su Li got annoyed, so in desperation, she took out the Dragon Elephant Prajna that Jiang Zirou gave her and handed it to her.
Patted Xiao Douding on the head, encouraged:
"Cultivate well, and when your aunt comes back, give her a surprise!"
…
Dry Cloud City, on the tower in the center of the city.
The city lord of Dry Cloud City put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and looked at the scenery on the street in the distance.
This city lord who has been famous for thousands of years is not as vicious as people rumored. He looks the opposite and has a sense of joy. He is furry all over his body, like a civet cat standing on two feet. There are three long beards on each side of the mouth. A pair of exquisite jeweled glasses.
Dry Cloud City can be considered prosperous.
But seeing this kind of scenery too much, it is inevitable that it will feel a little boring.
beside him.
The two white-robed envoys of the Sanshenghui were like ghosts, staring at him silently, without revealing any aura on their bodies, but the atmosphere in the room seemed very strange.
"My lord..."
One of the envoys opened his mouth and looked down at the civet-like city lord.
"The matter of the Demon God's Blade should be settled."
He wore a mask, his voice was low, and there was a faint scarlet light flowing under the mask.
"The Demon God's Blade is not a treasure that you can get your hands on. If you forcibly hide it in your hand, then..."
"Hush!"
The City Lord of Dry Cloud City, who had been looking out the window, spoke. He still didn't look at the two holy envoys beside him, but his tone carried a warning: "This is my territory. If you talk nonsense, you will have to pay the price!"
Crash!
In the corner of the room, pairs of scarlet eyes opened.
He looked at the two of them with a murderous expression on his face.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the war seemed imminent.
But at this moment.
"Crack!"
A tiny crack appeared on the wall, attracting everyone's attention.
The next moment, the crack expanded, and then exploded. The surging vitality was like a raging sea wave, flooding the entire room, and it was ignited with a "boom".
The thick pillar of fire shot straight into the sky.
A slender figure flew out of the crack.
She rolled up her long sleeves, and with all her strength to strike, the two monster-like envoys flew backwards.
"Bold!"
The guards standing around rushed up, billowing with demonic energy.
The lord of Dry Cloud City's expression changed abruptly, and he retreated quickly.
"open!"
A flash of sword light flashed across, and the sword snapped.
With a soft body like a streamer, Jiang Zi appeared in front of the Lord of Dry Cloud City.
Raise your hand and grip your claws.
Grab his cheek and press down!
"boom!"
The entire tower was shaking, a huge crack appeared in the middle, and rubble rolled.
The immortal vitality is like a streamer.
Her beautiful eyes looked around, and a civet cat-like monster was under her feet.
"Say, where is your city lord!?"