See Jiangshan

Lin Duzhi stayed in Chaoguang City for a short time, and after opening the altar to give lectures, he decided to continue eastward.

He went to the east for two things. One was to hear that Cheng Qianren had arrived at Baixue Pass, and Xu Ran was there, and he wanted to meet friends; the other was that the small temple had the blood of the demon race after all, so he had the right to know about the life of the demon race.It's better to take him to see it yourself and teach him the truth, than to realize that when he grows up, he can't accept it in his heart, or is maliciously slandered by the outside world.

Lin Duzhi is very thoughtful, he always thinks more about others.

At that time, Cheng Qianren had just left for the Dongchuan Mountains, so he didn't know it yet.

The people left behind in Chaoguang City spontaneously came to see Lin Duzhi off. He saluted three times and bid farewell, and the farewell team gradually dispersed after twenty miles outside the city.

The morning sun has not yet risen, the eastern sky is slightly white, and the sun is blocked by thick lead clouds.

Lin Duzhi turned his head suddenly, and the red bird flags and the dotted lights on the top of the city could no longer be seen clearly. The towering majestic city was hidden in the morning mist, and they left them behind.

The cold wind is raging, and the wilderness is boundless. It seems that the world has returned to the time when the ignorance was not opened. There are only two people, one big and one small, walking towards the colder place.It left a meandering trace on the vast wilderness, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The further east he traveled, the colder the weather became. Lin Duzhi walked slowly, half a step ahead of the small temple, which was enough to shield the children from the wind and snow.

The child with the bamboo stick in his hand spoke in a low voice, his immature voice drifting into the wind.

After Lin Duzhi told the same Buddhist scripture story twice, he would ask the child to retell it, allowing additions and changes, and expressing his own views to test whether he really understood it.

At this time, Lin Xiaomiao was talking about the mercy of the Buddha, cutting meat to feed eagles.

"The Buddha couldn't bear to see the pigeons being arrested, nor could the vultures suffer hunger, so he cut the flesh of the vultures as compensation until the flesh and blood were exhausted and the bones were exposed, but he couldn't pay. The vultures asked him, 'Do you regret it?' The Buddha replied,' It's too bad, I regret it.'”

"No." Lin Du was stunned, and gently stroked his hair. "I spoke well last night, but I forgot after sleeping? The Buddha replied, 'There is no regret.'"

Lin Xiaomiao smiled, raised her face and asked innocently: "Where are we going?"

"Boundary of the Snowy Land, Baixue Pass."

"Is Chaoguang City not good, what are you taking me there for?"

"I'm not taking you there, I'm sending you back. Everything has its origin..."

It is also a good thing to go back and look at the place of your own origin.

"What about you, do you want to go back to Penglai to become a Buddha?" The child interrupted him, his smile subdued, and he threw down his bamboo stick, "This day is still here. I know the way to the snowy region myself, so why do you need to send me?"

Lin Duzhi had never seen a small temple like this before, so he had a bad intuition.

Before he had time to react, the other party tore off the white blindfold, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were golden!

Lin Duzhi was photographed by Jin Hui, and he was in a trance for a moment. He saw the subtle changes in the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him, and his figure was getting taller and taller.

"Wow!"

The sky darkened suddenly, as if all the wind and snow were stirred up, whizzing and gathered from all directions, forming a storm vortex that penetrated the sky and the earth in an instant.He was in the center of the storm, but all he could see was night.

It was a pair of black wings, covering the sky and the sun, like clouds hanging from the sky.

The Demon King reveals himself, and night falls.

The heaviest darkness in the world overwhelmed him.

Xiaomiao said, "Now you regret it."

Lin Duzhi flicked his sleeves, and an extremely soft force overflowed from his body, blowing away the violent wind and snow like a warm spring breeze.

He frowned, his eyes gradually changed from puzzlement, disappointment, and anger to calm, like a clear lake:

"Devil King Bo Xun?"

"You recognize me?"

"In the Buddhist scriptures, there is a story about you turning into a human body and bewitching the disciples of the Buddha. Black wings and golden pupils, you are Bo Xun."

"I am, are you afraid?"

Lin Duzhi said honestly, "That's true."

"What are you afraid of?"

"It is written in the scriptures that your black wings are covered with double pupils. When I look at denser things, my scalp feels numb."

The Demon King smiled. When he smiled, his light golden crescent eyes were curved, and he looked like a boy again, so he looked very innocent.

"Don't be afraid, the scriptures are all deceptive. This is my real body, feel it if you don't believe me."

Lin Duzhi shook his head: "The scriptures may not have lied to me, but you have lied to me."

Bo Xun said softly: "I don't want you to leave, and I don't even want you to become a Buddha. As long as you nod, I'm still Lin Xiaomiao, and we are still the same as before. How can it be considered a lie?"

He hugged Lin Duzhi's waist like a child, trying to wrap his wings around him, but the man avoided him.

"You've got a picture, turn back in time."

"No." Bo Xun smiled cruelly: "Stop telling me about the cycle of cause and effect, right and wrong, those are not important. The important thing is what I think."

Lin Duzhi lectured to him all day long, teaching him the principles of the best in the world, but he is the Great Demon King.

So he can do whatever he wants.

Lin Duzhi looked at those light golden pupils with a calm expression, as if looking at a vexatious urchin.

Bo Xun leaned closer and pulled his wrist, and when Fang touched it, he released it like an electric shock.

"laugh!"

The palms of the demon king's five fingers seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and a wisp of green smoke drifted away.

Lin Duzhi was shrouded in a faint halo, and the treasure looked solemn.

Bo Xun didn't care about the wound on his palm, and said with a smile, "You have already completed half of your golden body, congratulations."

The Buddha's light protects the body, and evil spirits do not invade.Although unable to defeat the Demon King, it is enough to protect itself.

The demon king folded his wings and walked over him: "I'm going to Baixueguan."

The atmosphere is quiet and quirky.After a while, Lin Duzhi retracted the Buddha's light, and gently pulled his sleeve.

As long as he appears, it is to tell the world that he is not dead, but is still alive and powerful.As long as he participates in the battle, the human race has no chance of winning.

As if the devil had succeeded in a prank, he suddenly spread his wings.

"When the poor doves died, you had no other way to save them than to feed the eagles. You came with me, and I ordered the war to cease."

The wind picked up again, and they shot straight into the sky like a shooting star.

Lin Duzhi was wrapped by the thick wings, and he couldn't feel the wind, snow and air pressure at all. The feathers were soft and warm, but they implied confinement power, making him unable to move a single finger.

They flew through the sky above the snow pass, passing through the thick and unreachable clouds.

Under the clouds is the rain of arrows and artillery, the frenzied fighting between humans and demons, the scorched earth after burning, and the hell on earth where corpses are piled up.Overhead is the vast sky, the western sky is still icy blue, and the faint stars and moon shadows have not yet dissipated.To the east hangs the vermilion rising sun, gilding the steeple of the black tower beyond the line of sight.The picture is magnificent and fantastic.

The black tower stands proudly like a sharp sword.It was the tallest building in the snowy region, the residence of the Demon Lord.

***

On the sixth day after Cheng Qianren lost his news, the practitioners who came to Baixue Pass fought bloody battles and were exhausted. The demon army's attack was still fierce.

Some people proposed to abandon the pass and retreat to Chaoguang City, which has a more favorable location and tighter defenses, in order to counterattack.

However, the life and death of Princess Anguo is unknown, and there is no movement in Chaoci Palace.When the military newspaper spread to the palace, no one expected that the palace would really issue an edict, it was just a symbolic cutscene, and the etiquette cannot be ignored.

Bai Xianhe: "This battlefield is like a beast that can't get enough to eat. There is no point in making more sacrifices."

Xu Ran: "You lead the main force to retreat, and after I lead the people, I will trap as many enemies here as possible, and then activate the self-destruct formation, blow them up to the sky, and buy time for you."

This kind of crazy thought made Wen Le almost collapsed: "Do you remember who you are? You are not the real Marshal, you have no right to destroy it!"

They broke out in a dispute, but Xu Ran is now Princess An, who has the highest command of the Zhendong Army, and no one can change her decision.

No one expected that on the second day of the plan, the demon army stopped its offensive strangely, and then began to withdraw slowly.

Xu Ran: "What are you doing?"

Bai Xianhe: "It's always a good thing, we don't need to make a choice."

When things go wrong, there must be demons. From the cultivators of the sect to the soldiers, everyone in Baixueguan understands that something happened that they didn't know.Maybe in the depths of the Dongchuan Mountains, maybe in any corner of the world.

People from all walks of life waited silently. They did not wait for the movement of the demons, but they waited for the edict from the palace.

This is the first imperial edict issued by the Imperial Palace and the Holy Majesty after the First Assistant Regent, it is of extraordinary significance and shocked the world.

It was escorted by the imperial guards, first out of the palace wall, and then out of the imperial capital.The flying magic weapon took off at the patrol camp on the outskirts of Beijing, all the way to the east.

Everyone looked at it and speculated about it. When this edict was passed to Baixue Pass, Cheng Qianren came back.