In the next few days, the news of cutting magic divisions in various places continued to come.
Under the protection of the city of moat, most cities basically blocked the demon's attack.
However, only Liangzhou City was destroyed because of the appearance of incense gods. The people in the city were spared and all killed.
In addition to the grief of Beijing, I have to strictly alert.
The Demon Division also sent more spies to continuously explore the trace of the incense vulnerability.
After all, there is evidence to prove that that thing has come to Beijing.
The incense god in the realm of refining the soul is not valued.
In Beijing.
Regardless of the magic division or the ministers in the court in recent days, they are extremely nervous.
No one wants, the capital becomes another Liangzhou city.
However, this news did not announce the people in the city. After all, it would only cause panic, and there was no meaning in addition.
Of course, no one has thought about it, escape from the capital in advance and go to other cities to take refuge.
After all, the Dajin Dynasty today only has the threat to the god of incense.
However, looking at the city outside the city, the monster and evil spirits of the mountains, some people still dispelled this idea.
Because staying in the city now, there is at least a chance to live.
But if it is out of the city, I am afraid it will be crushed by the demon in the wilderness in a moment, and even the bone residue will not be left.
Early morning.
The unprecedented dignity in the court, the monks who cut the Demon Division, even went to the city wall early, waiting for it.
Because according to the spout, the incense god will reach the capital today.
This battle is about life and death.
If you carry it, everything is good to say.
But if you can't resist the past, it means that the entire capital will be completely destroyed like Liangzhou City.
All the people in the city will be reduced to the demon's blood, and no one can be spared.
In this tense atmosphere, Zhao Mu was strolling and walked to a stall early.
The stall owner of this early stall is a white -haired wife, and a seven or eight -year -old girl is also around.
My wife is very old, but in order to raise granddaughter, she is still working hard to run a booth.
The little girl is also very diligent. As long as there are guests, they immediately come forward to ask people what they eat.
When the grandmother makes the earlier, the little girl will use a pair of small hands to bring the guests on the table earlier.
Even if she was hot early, she would only grit her teeth, soaring with a small face.
The sensible one is really distressing.
"Dao, what do you want to eat?"
When the little girl saw Zhao Mu, she ran over and asked.
"Give me a bowl of porridge, come again with five buns."
Zhao Mu sat at the table and said softly.
"Okay, Taoist, you wait."
The little girl immediately ran back. She hotly handed her hand from the cage drawer, took out five new buns, and a bowl of porridge was filled.
"Thanks."
Zhao Mu nodded gently, and said with a smile.
But the little girl did not leave, but opened a pair of big eyes and looked at Zhao Mu seriously.
"What's wrong, little girl?"
"Taoist, are you the monk of the Demon Division?"
"That's it."
"Then this meal will not collect your money earlier."
"Why?" Zhao Mu was surprised.
"Grandma said, the adults of the Demon Division are all good people. They must also protect our great heroes, so we cannot collect your money."
In the naive eyes of the little girl, a grateful look.
Zhao Mu was slightly silent and asked, "Little girl, what about your father and mother?"
"Dead."
The little girl lowered her head, and her eyes suddenly became red: "A few years ago, we lived outside the city. One day when we suddenly had a tiger demon. In order to protect me and grandma, my father and mother led them away.
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"Grandma always said that father and mother are still alive, but they have not been doing business outside, but I know, father and mother must have died."
"Grandma is just afraid of me sad, so I dare not tell me. I am also afraid of my grandmother, so I always pretend to believe in the words of grandma."
The little girl bit her lips and looked at Zhao Mu with red eyes: "Taoist, Beijing, will not be broken by the demon, is this the chance to live in our last life?"
Suddenly, the stall suddenly fell into a dead silence.
At this moment, all the people who were eating early looked at Zhao Mu.
Their eyes were full of panic, helpless and expectations.
Zhao Mu looked out of the city, and turned back to touch the little girl's hair: "Rest assured, as long as there is a Taoist, the capital is in the capital, it will definitely not break."
"Thank you for the long time."
The little girl suddenly cheered and jumped: "Grandma, grandma, Taoist said, the capital will not be broken, we don't have to be afraid."
Zhao Mu smiled slightly and didn't say anything, just picked up the bun and ate it seriously.
In fact, in the face of the upcoming incense god, Zhao Mu still has a better choice, that is, abandoning the city to escape.
With his cultivation, even if he entered the wilderness of the demon everywhere, he had enough strength to survive.
But he didn't go.
Because he is not a cold -blooded person after all, he can't do absolute selfishness.
He really couldn't watch it. The hundreds of thousands of people in the city died of the monster's mouth, but indifferent.
The eldest husband has something to do.
The people who practice the Tao do be pursuing the sky and the earth.
But that does not mean the monastery, it is necessary to be unmanned.
Too forgetfulness is not really without feelings, but just depends on the little love and love of the world.
But the love of the monks lies in all beings.
What are sentient beings?
Isn't it that little girl, and her grandma?
Isn't it just the people who are looking forward to coming early?
If you don't even care about these, then you still practice a fart?
What is the meaning of that way, even if it is really practicing into a immortal?
It's just a bunch of rotten meat!
After eating the buns, Zhao Mu took the porridge seriously. There was no even a grain of rice left in the bowl.
He took out two copper coins from his arms and gently put it on the table.
"Taoist, we don't collect your money."
Seeing this, the little girl hurriedly ran over.
But Zhao Mu smiled at her slightly, and the whole person suddenly disappeared at the table.
The little girl rubbed her eyes and yelled in surprise: "Grandma, grandma, the Taoist is a fairy, hee hee, he must be true, we must not be broken in Beijing."
When Zhao Mu, who hidden in the secret, saw this, smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked to the city's head.
He can feel that there is a strong breath outside the city.
That breath is not like people, not like a demon, nor like evil spirits, but in the sacred atmosphere, mixed with a poisonous taste.
The incense god, finally here!
Haha, is the spiritual situation that is great?
Today, I will be your spiritual realm!
Should you see if you killed me, or do I bounce off your head?