咚咚咚咚...
In the Pure Land Temple, the abbot of Yangon hurriedly knocked on the wooden fish and kept chanting scriptures in his mouth, as if he was praying for blessings, but also as if he was transcending the salvation.
Suddenly, the sound of wooden fish stopped abruptly.
The monks were surprised: "Abbot?"
The abbot of Yangon raised his hand to stop the doubts of the monks and listened attentively.
Crackling, the swaying firelight in the brazier cast Li Qingshan's figure onto the rock wall, climbing straight to the high dome, and looking down.
The sergeants talked a lot, and there was a buzzing in the cave.
This one's name, Heiyun City, does not know anyone in the city. Not long ago, the whole army was invincible, and it swept all the generals. "General Climbing Ground" now has another explanation, which is that he likes to beat people all over the ground and crawl around.
The generals in the Xuanwu Army also rushed over to stand in the forefront, looking up at Li Qingshan with different expressions.
"The city is about to break!"
Li Qingshan said with a solemn expression, and immediately calmed down in the cave.
Even though all ordinary sergeants feel this faintly, no one has ever dared to say so directly, spreading rumors and disturbing the military's morale is a capital crime. Just four words, shocking!
The look of all the generals changed drastically. They understood the situation better than the sergeants, but they could only appease them, otherwise no one would be able to bear the responsibility for the chaos in the army.
"Brother, please speak carefully..." A general tried to stop him from continuing.
"Shut up!" Li Qingshan glanced over, and the generals were silent, and they were basically beaten by him.
Li Qingshan pointed outwards, and said sharply: "This city wall, this formation, there is no such thing as a fart, it can't withstand the attack of the demons at all!"
The fear of all these people immediately stirred up in the cave.
Li Qingshan was unmoved. Continue to say: "Those who are aloft, may still have a way of escape, or even simply get into the teleportation hall. What are you going to do to hide back to the Vientiane Sect?"
The commotion became more intense. It ignited everyone's anger, like a ball of muffled thunder rolling in the belly of the mountain.
Someone screamed: "Does the general abandon us?"
Someone begged: "General, save us!"
Some people bow their heads and ask themselves: "What should we do?"
All doubts, fears, anger, and hopes all point to Li Qingshan on the high platform.
This kind of huge pressure is enough to make ordinary people nervous, even the practitioners have to advance and retreat. Even the generals in the audience are panicked, and the sergeants around them look at them with suspicion.
"Ha ha!"
Li Qingshan smiled, very happy. It turned into a loud laugh, overwhelming the thunderous commotion, pointed to the audience, and said decisively: "I can't save you, you will all die!"
Then they disappeared on the high platform. Everyone was irritated. The crowd was surging, pushing and squeezing. Some people shouted: "Reverse, reverse!" Some shouted: "Kill out!"
But most of them just screamed in despair. The sound waves were higher than the waves, as if to overturn the entire Black Cloud City, but was trapped in the middle of the mountain, rushing from the left to the right. There is no way out.
This is the world of spiritual practice where gods and Buddhas come to the world. Everyone understands one thing. They are just mortals. They may be much stronger than ordinary people. They have more methods of refining qi, but they are still like ants compared to real practitioners. .
If there is no cultivator commander, the black cloud thunder roaring formation on his head can turn them all into ashes.
The abbot of Yangon sighed: "All beings are suffering!"
The generals, even though they are powerful, are in this turbulent crowd. Also consciously like a lonely boat, crying out in his heart. Is this guy just here to ridicule? But telling them what to do, the demonic militiamen are coming down the city. Do you want to *? But after the suppression, is there still a basalt army in the world
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, the cave vibrated violently, and the roar continued to echo. The rubble fell from the dome, and everyone looked up in amazement, thinking that the cave was about to collapse.
When they lowered their heads, they found that Li Qingshan had returned to the high platform and announced: "I have smashed the teleportation hall!"
Everyone was stunned.
Li Qingshan smiled and asked loudly, "Who do you think I am!"
"Everyone will die, you will die, and I will die too! Even the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, I don’t believe that they are really immortal. But you shouldn’t linger like a rat and die in such a ghost place. It’s not a man’s death. Method!" smiled at several female generals: "It's not a woman's way of death either."
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I am already the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, and I will go out of the city to fight the demons to the death tomorrow! As for the teleportation hall..."
"Hmph, I am fighting to death, who dares to run away first!"
His gaze swept over the generals of the Xuanwu Legion. They are the backbone of the Xuanwu Legion and an important node for the gathering of military energy. But because of their certain identity, I am afraid that they still have thoughts and can return to the Vientiane Sect through teleportation.
If you can't break the boat and break this thought, how can you gather the minds of the army, how can ordinary sergeants have no complaints. If you don't do something real, can you just say it with your mouth? As for whether he would offend those true disciples, he didn't care.
"General!"
In the turbulent sea of people, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up, like twinkling stars, gathered on Li Qingshan.
They are all warriors selected by thousands of people, and there is no one who is greedy for life and fear of death. They are afraid of death, hopelessness, and being abandoned as chess pieces.
Finally someone is willing to face them, trust them, fight side by side with them, live and die together, and see a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.
The cheers went from low to high, getting louder and louder.
"Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan!"
Morale is like a rainbow, and all will come together.
In the absence of a military formation at all, there was a roaring military spirit that gathered at him and condensed into a giant, although it was vague, it surprised the generals. Even Chao Tianjiao didn't have this kind of magic power. Li Qingshan ignored them and communicated with all the sergeants, and the sergeants also abandoned them and offered loyalty.
Li Qingshan felt enthusiastic, and the condensed giant waved to the audience.
In an instant, cheers thunderous!
In the Pure Land Temple, the abbot of Yangon smiled slightly, and only those who believed that "all beings are equal" can get the true support of all beings. But he frowned, and there was a sentence that made him extremely uneasy-even the gods and Buddhas, I don't believe that they are immortal!
Even mortals, after having a certain status, will be greedy for life and cherish their lives. People in spiritual practice, who do not seek longevity, who do not want to be gods and Buddhas. Such a mind, such a thought, it is really terrifying.
Li Qingshan smiled slightly, looking at the ordinary faces below the stage, and his thought became more and more profound: "I am just a mortal. I am neither a god nor a demon. If one day I forget this, I will not It's me again."
Thinking about this, the many bottlenecks in my heart suddenly became clear, and I felt very comfortable.
The "Book of Freedom" is running, and the new yin god, no, yang god, begins to condense in the small world.
A big hand waved: "Tomorrow's battle, I will stand at the forefront, stay here if you are afraid of death! If you are not afraid of death, let me fight!"
The generals bowed their heads and bowed their hands, and promised: "I would like to fight to the death with the general!"
The army shouted in unison: "I am willing to fight to the death with the general!" (To be continued.)
ps: There are too many bumps, such as mud. Refusing to obey the destiny, not believing in gods and Buddhas. But there are people who are willing to fight to the death with me