The morning light is dim, and the cold mountains are covered with snow.
The passers-by were dimly visible, and even the movements of birds and animals seemed to be completely hidden.
On the barren mountain, there is no vegetation at the peak, and the exposed mountain skin has long been covered by layers of snow. Even the strange piles of rocks are covered with a thick layer of frost.
It was Mao hour, the sky was not bright yet, and it was snowing, so it was no different from night time.
Occasionally, in the silence, there may be rustling sounds in the snow.
The whole body is covered with sharp and hard bristles, but its head is shaped like an inverted triangle. Its eyes are as big as soybeans. It suddenly emerges from the snow, its figure rising and falling.
This is a unique species in northern Xinjiang. It can avoid frost and cold and has great magical powers to move on the ground.
The ground rat feeds on grass roots and tree bark, removes the sharp and hard thorns on its body, and peels off the skin, which is the rough embryo of a fine magical weapon.
There was a powerful army in Beiwei, and they were called Qishan Jiawei.
Similar to the Julong Guard of Dazheng, there are also many connections between Qishan Jiawei and Beiwei Holy Land.
Before King Zheng Wu came to power, Xie Heng, the ancestor of the Xie family at that time, bravely defeated 80,000 people with 30,000 soldiers on the Western Plains, killing the last remaining strength of the former Song Dynasty.
After the great victory, King Wu summoned the princes who had raised troops to form an alliance in Yedu.
At that time, Emperor Hei was still alive, and everyone thought that a kingdom called Zheng would be re-established on the ruins of the former Song Dynasty.
But after the battle at Shaoqiu Mountain, Black Emperor also suddenly disappeared.
With the disappearance of Black Emperor, the situation in the world, which had been somewhat stable, became chaotic again.
After several years of melee, people's minds were at peace, and the princes in troubled times had to compromise with each other.
The kings drank blood and swore an oath together at Baima River, recognized each other's titles, and made a truce with each other.
King Zheng Wu, who once controlled the authority of the entire world, had to give up sadly with the alliance of the other two monarchs.
After the death of King Wu, due to the calculations of all parties, Dazheng declined day by day.
But it is undeniable that in the battle on the Western Plains, Xie Heng lost 30,000 to 80,000, which completely broke the back of the former Song Dynasty.
The main force on the Western Plains is King Wu's private army, Julongwei.
After the authority of Emperor Zheng gradually lost, Julongwei was gradually taken over by the Jingang Temple.
To this day, the Torch Dragon Guards are no different from monk soldiers.
Even the candidate for the Grand Governor was determined by the Vajra Temple and was filled by monks from the Holy Land who had returned to secular life.
The Qishan Jiawei of Beiwei also has many similarities with Julongwei.
This powerful force is led by the Shouwu Ye family of the Northern Wei family, who personally selects soldiers to expand the army.
The leader has always been a member of the Shouwu Ye clan.
Everyone in the Qishan Jiawei is well versed in the art of earth movement, and can travel hundreds of miles in an instant and hide their form, like a ghost.
They can move and fight lurking underground at will, thus making sneak attacks on enemies on the ground, which are not only difficult to detect, but also unexpected.
The art of terrain is not only difficult to practice, but also extremely rare. Records exist only among some ancient families.
Therefore, most of Qishan's armored guards also serve as military intelligence agents such as spying on the enemy and conducting assassinations.
The technique of earth movement is similar to the long-lost water escape, fire escape and other five elements escape techniques. It is an alternative escape technique.
They are different from Sword Escape and Divine Power Escape in that they are both hidden and difficult to crack.
The reason why the Qishan warriors are proficient in practicing martial arts is not only because of practicing escape techniques, but also because of the robes they wear.
The robe can not only isolate all kinds of heavy pressure from the ground, but also make the person wearing the robe travel across the earth like a boat on a wide river.
The rough embryo of the robe is the skin of a small earthly beast.
Above the frost and snow, a ground-walking rat with a small tree root in its mouth, with eyes the size of soybeans, was stunned. It raised its forelimbs, took out the small root from its mouth, and looked around cautiously.
The frosty wind was miserable all around, with only the cold sound of midwinter echoing, and not a single soul in sight.
The ground mouse stayed still for a while, its ears twitching, and it took a long time before it felt relieved.
When it was about to bite the tree root again, two people appeared out of nowhere a few feet away from the ground-walking mouse.
"Certainly!"
The ground rat screamed in surprise as it prepared to escape underground, half of its body already submerged in the soil.
Suddenly, a young voice sounded softly.
It squeaked loudly, and its beard curled up. In its eyes the size of soybeans, in addition to the frost and snow in the sky, two figures were clearly reflected.
The middle-aged monk wore a simple robe and wore double-glazed shoes. His expression was calm and his face was as calm as ever.
Behind the middle-aged monk, there followed a handsome monk with a skin as bright as snow.
The Earthly Mouse saw his lips move slightly, and it was obvious that the word "ding" just now was made by the young monk.
A look of human annoyance appeared on the mouse's face, it squeaked, and its beard rose higher.
"Ground rat?"
Guang Hui glanced at the squeaking mouse: "It's rare, but you can encounter it."
"Ground rat?"
Baizhu was slightly stunned. He spoke again and said the word "forbidden", so the wandering mouse didn't even curse.
Guang Hui looked at the behavior of the monk beside him and just smiled without saying anything.
It has been three full days since the lotus pattern appeared again between Bai Zhu's eyebrows.
Shenzutong...
This is one of the six magical transformations of Buddhism, which is similar to the great magic of Tathagata Zen. Bai Shu finally saw it clearly.
In just a blink of an eye, he moved away from the Qingli Palace. In just one breath, he stepped on the frosty soil of Beiwei.
The numerous restrictions inside and outside Qingli Palace have no blocking effect at all, as if they were nothing.
"The war between the two countries has begun. Please be more careful and don't die on the battlefield by mistake."
Guang Hui took out a string of Bodhi beads and handed them to Baizhu beside him;
"Take it. If something goes wrong, this rosary can save your life."
On the twenty-four Vajra Bodhis, all eight celestial dragons are depicted. There are gods, dragons, yakshas, gandharvas, and asuras looming in the high sky. Garuda has gathered its wings, sitting on the world like a sacred mountain. There are also
Kinnara and Mahulaka are all self-sufficient and lifelike.
This string of bodhi beads is extremely magnificent, and the eight branches of phenomena are depicted on it, which is even more realistic.
"When you come to the north, you also use the karma of killing to practice contemplation. If you want to join the army, I have already said hello to Master Ranxu. In the army, he will take care of you."
Guang Hui’s voice continued:
"If you want to be free as a casual cultivator and integrate the customs of the Northern Kingdom, you must be very careful. If the monks of the Northern Zen Sect see you, they will never show mercy."
Bai Shu lowered his head and stared at the Bodhi beads in his hand with a blank look in his eyes.
"Like the Milo lamp, this is also yours."
Bai Shu raised his head and heard Guang Hui sigh:
"This rosary is the protective weapon you gave to that woman."
Rosary beads…
It’s ignorance again…
"Three days ago, lotus patterns grew again between my eyebrows, and I saw a lot of weird things."
After a long silence, Baizhu squeezed the rosary beads in his palm and spoke softly:
