The temperature dropped sharply, the severe cold invaded, and the frost on the eyebrows seemed to be the hero of white-eyed.

Zhang Xiaodao was blowing at his hands in the yard, while staring at Wang Luohan, who was wearing a clumsy cotton jacket covering his beautiful figure, swaying his mind.

Wang Luohan noticed this kind of gaze, and waved the broom with a smile, swept the snow in the courtyard to Zhang Xiaodao.

After blowing the heat, Zhang Xiaodao swung the shovel, and the snow piled up half a person from time to time.

Wang Luohan watched Zhang Xiaodao start slapping the snow, and remembered the ring that Zhang Xiaodao gave him in Lingyin County. She subconsciously raised her hand and looked at the unique ring in the world, smiled sweetly. At this time, Zhang Xiaodao turned his head and asked, "What's the fun of the whole thing?"

Wang Luohan shook her head. Although she was the one who knew Zhang Xiaodao the best in the world, she could only be amazed at his fantasy ideas.

After Zhang Xiaodao slapped the snow and began to carve it. Wang Luohan looked at the cold sky, thinking that the two of them might be coming.

Mongolian Hanbaku changed into the ordinary clothes of the prosperous Tang Dynasty that Li Yi gave him, but because his figure was too burly, it looked a little tight and strange when he was wearing it.

He also raised his fluffy hair like steel needles, revealing a square face, which did not look like a deserted man, but like a border army man.

At the same time, Mongolian and Han Baku also spoke fluently in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and seemed to know a little about the customs and customs of Yizhou in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, so he did not arouse any suspicion after entering the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

On the way, he heard that the wild game in Lingyin County was pretty good. It seemed that the Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple, who had not eaten such food for a long time, decided to go on.

Soon he arrived in Lingyin County and met a big yellow dog at the entrance of the village.

The big yellow dog was a little angry and shouted at him at the top of his lungs. But he did not stretch out his finger, but walked into the depths of Lingyin County.

There were children playing, and the child who played the Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple seemed to be extremely devoted to the performance. After the child who played the barefoot monk had a palm, he flew into the snow and spitted out a big mouthful of foam, as if the spit was blood at this time.

This scene made Meng Hanbaku laugh out loud, and then he walked into the market in Lingyin County.

After years of development, the market in Lingyin County has begun to take shape. After buying various wild game here, the owner will immediately stir-fry it, with a fragrance everywhere and a steady stream of people.

Menghanbaku sat down at a stall selling venison. Although it was only noon, many people had already started drinking here and were making noises about him.

Sun Jian, who was drinking happily at the table next door, shouted: "I want me to tell you that the barefoot monk would not take any action. He lowered his head and his bald head, which made his opponent blind. "

"Jing is talking nonsense." Someone immediately retorted: "What do you know? He is the master of the temple after all, and that is also the head of the Holy See!"

Listening to the noise in his ears and the clamor with red faces, Menghan Baku sighed at the wealth of the small county town of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, while saying, "You don't understand."

Sun Jian and his friends immediately turned around. At this time, they were drunk. He took the lead and asked, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Menghanbaku nodded.

Sun Jian and his men took a jar of wine and put it on his table and said, "Since you understand, just say it, I'll treat you well. If you don't say it well, you'll settle my wine account."

Menghan Baku smiled and said, "Look at how many of you are considered qi practitioners. Can you tell me how many realms you have intake of qi into your body? Where is the barefoot monk, the temple master, and the head of the Holy See?"

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless. Meng Hanbaku didn't politely snatched a jar of wine, opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth.

Seeing his heroic spirit, Sun Jian sat down and shouted: "Boss, come on me with all your hand-made dishes."

The boss called out OK, and after drinking, Menghan Baku said, "The barefoot monk crossed the sixth realm and is the most well-deserved master today. He possesses the magical powers of the Buddhist Shura. Even if he is just a powerful person in the war, he is unparalleled!"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up, and they felt that they were much more exciting than their dry bragging.

Menghan Baku said again: "But the Lord of the Great Wilderness Palace is not a soft persimmon. Although he was defeated by the barefoot monk thirty years ago, he worked hard every day to govern. Now he is a person who has crossed the sixth realm. Although he has become a saint in his body, his magical powers are only one force to surrender to the four associations. Even if he uses the secret technique of the Great Wilderness, he can't beat the barefoot monk in terms of strength."

"But the head of the Holy See has never taken action thirty years ago or thirty years later. It is inevitable that he has great light and magical powers, but no one knows his hidden strength. If the barefoot monk loses in this battle, he will definitely be defeated by him."

Listening to the verbal words, everyone was amazed. Meng Hanbaku smiled, picked up the chopsticks, tasted two pieces of freshly roasted venison meat, and then heard Sun Jian say, "Do you think the barefoot monk will lose?"

Menghan Baku shook his head and said, "It's unknown when we haven't fought."

Seeing him pretending to be profound, Sun Jian immediately said: "Present to be profound. I wonder if you have heard of the situation when the delegation went to Shengjing to announce the challenge?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"Your Majesty now promises immediately, and it is obvious that the barefoot monk is confident!"

Meng Hanbaku clumped his eyebrows, picked up his wine glass and said, "Then how do we wish the barefoot monk a great victory?"

Everyone likes to hear this, so they immediately raised the bowl and drank the wine in one go!

After eating this wine, Menghan Baku's relationship with everyone became much closer. He heard that he was from another place, Sun Jian arranged a residence for him with great care.

On the second day, when Mongolian and Baku decided to leave, these wine and meat buddies also brought Lingyin County specialties, showing their generous and enthusiasticity.

At the entrance of Lingyin County, Sun Jian hung a lot of local specialties around the neck of Menghan Baku and said, "Brother, although we have known each other for a short time, we have had a drink after all. If we have no place to mess up in the future, come here."

As he said that, Sun Arrow patted his chest and said, "Brother, protect you!"

Menghan Baku laughed loudly, listening to everyone's farewell, he finally stepped out of Lingyin County.

That winter, Meng Hankuba, the head of the Great Wilderness Temple, was patted by ordinary people of the Tang Dynasty and said he wanted to cover him. He smiled bitterly and embarked on the journey to Shengjing. He vaguely remembered that his child who imitated him fell in the snow and spitted, and also remembered the fierce scream of the big yellow dog!

The journey of Mongolian and Hanbaku is full of fun, but the Holy See's head's face has been a little gloomy these days.

The reason for the gloom is nothing special. After entering the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Holy See's extremely majestic guard of honor suffered humiliation, and they naturally could not attack the common people. More importantly, once they dared to take action, the decisive battle would come immediately.

After entering Wujiang City, the three hundred golden cavalry who had been swaying through the market welcomed a fireworks gift composed of cabbage, rotten eggs and vegetable leaves.

Before the street was completed, the Holy See's guard of honor lost any majesty, just like a rat crossing the street and everyone shouted and beat him.

The old sect sitting in the sacred carriage looked gloomy and used the purification technique. Suddenly, the light came from the sky and the filth was gone. The guard of honor returned to its sacred and inviolable appearance.

If this were in the Western Regions, such a strange phenomenon would be enough to make the people kowtow and exclaim miracles.

But this was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Although the women felt that the scene in front of them was a bit magical, they scoffed and took out their own good food with heartache and threw it out. From time to time, the insulting shouts of "Western Region Dog, Western Region Dog" were heard in the streets.

"Stubborn and unrealized." The head whispered these four words, thinking that the Holy See of Light had not passed on its faith to this fertile soil, both during the Great Zhou and the Great Wilderness periods, and felt that these people were just lonely ghosts abandoned by God.

The guard of honor finally passed through Wujiang City and took a full day to get out of Wujiang City. The team of people from the Holy See were extremely embarrassed during this day.

At this time, the old man in charge said, "The world is ignorant and does not know the light. After this victory, you can come here to preach and let the people who have thrown the stains to kneel down and worship under the light."

Just one sentence seems ordinary, but for faith fanatics, it instantly makes all the negative emotions in their hearts disappear.

"Stay going." The old sect leaned on the throne, narrowed his eyes and became quiet.

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The news of the Holy See's Holy See's Holy See's Holy See's Holy See's Enemy, and as they approach Shengjing day by day, an unspeakable sense of tension permeated the world.

The guard of honor after entering Zhongzhou slowed down, and Shengjing began to sleep all night.

Countless passionate people outside the gate of Futu Temple shouted that the master would win. Although they seemed a little stupid, they were undoubtedly the most sincere wishes and thoughts in the hearts of the simple people.

Zhang Xiaodao still lives an ordinary and simple life with Wang Luohan, just like the most ordinary couple, but they always subconsciously look at the quaint and mottled city walls of Shengjing.

At this time, the government of the prosperous Tang Dynasty began to exert efforts, blocking the northern city wall of Shengjing and locking the city gates. The plains outside the northern city wall were also prohibited from entering and leaving, and more and more tension began to fill people's hearts.

At this time, the absolute protagonist of this battle, the barefoot monk, had already arrived on the ancient city wall.

Today, the cold wind is like a knife, and the barefoot monk in thin clothes stands in the wind. Beside him are Mr. Li Zizhi, the national treasury Zhao Donghua, and the goatee Wen Qingfeng.

Just like many years ago, when the army of the prosperous Tang Dynasty captured a city, these people would go to the city wall to see the scenery. However, now that time has changed, not to mention the lack of two people, one of them seems to have betrayed the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The wine pot was passed back and forth between the four people, and no one spoke. Looking at the bright moon and starry sky, it seemed that he was trapped in distant memories.

"It seems familiar. When the Western Regions sent people to block the prosperous Tang Dynasty, we were waiting on the city wall."

Li Zizhi listened to Zhao Donghua's words and smiled: "Every time you are so scared that you cover your eyes."

Zhao Donghai smiled bitterly and said, "I guess I will do this time."

The barefoot monk turned around and looked at his brothers and said, "The head is still there?"
Chapter completed!