On the beautiful Zhongnan Mountain, a group of monks are heading north.

Master Bai Shi and Sima Chengzhen stood side by side, watching the thousands of people gradually disappear into the sky. Originally, He Changying was going to join in the fun, but was ordered by Master Bai Shi to go into seclusion and practice.

The soft pine branches under his feet were undulating, just like the mood of Shiraishi. He said nervously: "I don't know whether my actions are right or wrong. The ancestors of all generations are here. Please bless Lou Guandao to safely survive this great disaster!"

Sima Chengzhen stood firmly by the wind, and he had a twelve-point elegance in the overhaul of the overhaul. In the abdication performance not long ago, although Sima Chengzhen was not able to turn the tide, he called Lu Qingyun's conspiracy completely bankrupt. Therefore, he was the moment of pride and fulfilling.

Listening to the unconfident words of Bai Shi Zhenren, Sima Chengzhen frowned, then calmed down and said, "Uncle Master, you are now the head of Lou Guandao. The safety of thousands of people coming forward depends on your own hands. How can you be so unconfident?"

A hint of unnatural flashed across the face of Shi Shi. Sima Chengzhen had not regarded him as the leader in his heart, otherwise he would not be so disrespectful! However, now it is not the time to care about this. His top priority is to appease the elders internally and help Huanzhendao to obtain the position of leader of the alliance.

According to Shiraishi's true intention, he supported Wang Jiusi's view very much, and the initiative must be in his own hands, so that he can move forward and retreat freely.

But now, he is a new leader, and his external policies naturally need to be changed. If everything is the same, then why change the position of the leader?

Wang Jiusi clearly saw this. After completing the speech with Shirashi Shi, Wang Jiusi immediately moved out of the Zongsheng Palace and returned to his residence, claiming to be in seclusion to the public, and no one saw him. This would be good to both of them! Shirashi Shirashi was also very sensible and did not disturb him.

Shiraishi was walking back and forth on the top of the tree, as if there was something unsolved. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Chengzhen, do you really see clearly? Then Fei Xiang is trying to win over Leiyin Temple and Kunwu Jianzhai?"

"It's true! Uncle Master, this is the thirteenth time you have asked me the same question. Although I don't have supernatural powers like Tianerzhi, as long as I look at his mouth, I can guess his words. Besides, I have been planning the first sect of Taoism for too long. Now that we have fallen into trouble, if they don't use it, it's a huge joke." Sima Chengzhen was very confident in his judgment. In this way, his words were sonorous and powerful and contagious.

Shirashi Zhenren nodded and said, "Since Huanzhendao is willing to take the lead, we will naturally support it strongly. Let the second master of the sect, Lu Qingyun, go with the team, go to war with him, and no one can tell what is wrong!"

After saying that, Bai Shi Zhenren and Sima Chengzhen looked at each other and smiled, obviously they had never given any good intentions. The two of them naturally hated the demons. However, when fighting against foreign countries, they must first settle the house. With the truth in their hearts, they were like a thorn in their throats and did not vomit. In this regard, their attitude was very different from Wang Jiusi's interests.

Bai Shi and Sima were planning conspiracies, but the monks who were rushing north were filled with gloom and were very desperate about the future of this trip.

It is true that staying in Zhongnan Mountain is just a living under someone else's roof, not a long-term solution, but Lou Guan Dao will never swallow their strength. It is absolutely impossible for a sect to coexist with Buddhism and Taoism. Faxing and others are very relieved about this.

But it is different to go north to Luoyang. The Pure Land Sect has been extremely low-key for many years, but they are both Buddhists and are very cautious about each other's methods.

Once you really live in Luoyang, you are afraid that the Pure Land Sect will swallow it clean with the belt and bones. But if you don’t go, you will offend Lou Guandao and Pure Land Sect.

It’s really hard to think about where to go!

Monk Xuanbing looked resentful and muttered in his mouth. Without asking, you can tell that he was greeting the female direct relatives on the road of Guandao. If it were usual, Monk Faxing might scold him and tell him that he had violated the tongue precept, but now Monk Faxing is lazy and has no idea at all.

Although there are still seven or eight hundred defeated soldiers in Nalanda Temple, their hearts are lost and they can't even make the most basic judgment. They were not like this before. In fact, when Louguandao was expeditioning to the Southern League, these monks cheered and waited for victory to rebuild their homes.

However, everything that happened next directly drove them into hell. Lou Guandao, whom they regarded as the shelter, was almost wiped out by the attack of the demon clan. He relied on the sudden outbreak of the Tang City of Kunwu Jianzhai, and he saved his life and survived.

Xuanbing and Faxing suffered two consecutive blows, and directly lost their confidence in resisting the demon clan. Especially the monk Faxing, outside the Lingjiu Mountain, he had been attacked by the Demon Emperor Wutian, and at the top of Zhongnan Mountain, he encountered the Demon Emperor here. If Tang City had not suddenly risen, they would have been defeated thousands of miles away.

Under such circumstances, how could the morale of the monks of Nalanda Temple become high?

Walking in great heights, thousands of miles away from Zhongnan Mountain, the monks felt a little tired, so they pressed down on the clouds and rested by a small river winding eastward. The river was ten feet wide, with rugged waves, like dragon scales shining. The water grass was lush by the river, and there were two rows of weeping willows on the shore. The spring breeze blows the willow branches across the face, extremely tender.

Such a beautiful scenery, even if the monks are in a bad mood, they still feel pleasing to the eye. They may sit cross-legged, stand like a pine tree, or lean against a weeping willow and rest for a while.

The fisherman with a hat on the fishing boat in the river saw that there were suddenly thousands of bald heads on the shore, and there seemed to be thousands of light bulbs standing in the sun, which was very spectacular, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

These monks stared at the fisherman with their eyes burning, and the scene immediately scared him. The fisherman couldn't help thinking that if these thousands of monks came to their homes to ask for vegetarian food, they wouldn't be enough even if they sold their wife and son.

Thinking of this, the fisherman suddenly shivered and got into the river. It was not to commit suicide, but to rush down the bottom of the boat and escape from this hell.

This small episode only gave the shore a little laugh. The fisherman's tricks could not be hidden from these many monks, just adding a little joke.

The Dharma nature did not laugh, nor did Xuanbing. The two of them were looking at the monk opposite him with a serious face, the heart fate of Pudu Zen Buddhism.

"You mean, we won't go to Luoyang?" Xuan Bing and Faxing and the other two hesitated tone, unable to believe their ears.

"Of course, do you have any feelings for Luoyang?" Compared with the decadent Xuanbing duo, Monk Xinyuan was calm and calm. Under his words and deeds, the morale of Pudu Zen Buddhism was also relatively strong.

"Of course not! But, if we don't go to Luoyang, where will we go?" Monk Xuanbing asked first. Compared to the dead monk Dharma nature, Xuanbing was still a little energetic.

Xuan Bing asked this question directly. The strength comparison of the six sects of Buddhism and Taoism in the Middle Land has lost its balance, and sooner or later they will tear off the veil of warmth. Once the behavior of these monks touches the nerves of Louguandao or Pure Land Sect, their future will be very worrying.

Monk Xinyuan raised his arm and pointed westward, smiled indifferently, and said, "We are heading west!"

Xuanbing asked with confusion on his face and said, "Are we going to the West? Do you have a road map for the Pure Land?"

Xinyuan's face turned dark, feeling that his IQ was also infinitely lowered. However, Fazhi suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted: "Good idea, but will they take us in?"

"Kunwu Jianzhai has always been a small crowd. Thousands of us come to surrender, so they must be asking for it!" Xinyuan smiled slightly, looked around for a while, and continued: "Besides, we are giving gifts to the door. If Jianzhai wants to make a louder sound in the future Middle Earth world, it will need our help even more!"

Xuanbing finally came back to the taste, pointed at the two of them, and said with a savage: "You, you are going to Kunlun Mountain!"

Xinyuan gave Xuanbing a blank look and said to herself: You are really late. Faxiang does not have the good mood of Xinyuan. He frowned and said, "What should I do if Jianzhai really doesn't accept it?"

A sharp look flashed in Monk Xinyuan's eyes and said, "Then we will cross the Hengduan Mountains and head to the wilderness of the Northern Region. We can do what they could do back then. In any case, the name of Pudu Zen Buddhism cannot be annihilated, and the deaths of the two uncles of Yicun and Yigen cannot be in vain! The Pure Land Sect wants to take advantage of the situation and be his mother's dream of a thousand years!"

The two of them ignored Monk Xinyuan's swear words, but they were very impressed by Xinyuan's determination. Crossing the Hengduan Mountains, they were self-destructive and became a barbarian from then on.
Chapter completed!