One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 9 Blood Sword, there is a monk kneeling and walking ten miles [seeking collection, recommendation ticket, monthly ticket]

The new wind roars, and the isolated city stands tall.

A blood-colored abyss outside the city blew the air of corpses, and a wooden sword was inserted horizontally in the dried blood.

To be precise, it was a blood sword!
It is made of the blood of the enemy bandits, revealing a strong evil spirit.

Gu Chang'an drew his sword, and the yellow sand that swept across his line of sight separated automatically, as if being cut invisible.

Dragging the sword step by step, drops of blood ooze from the blade, which is extremely strange and chilling.

Facts proved that his speculation was correct.

Since killing the enemy can make it stronger, how can the power of the killing sword forged with the blood of the enemy be weakened?
"Defend the city with me from now on." Gu Changan murmured to the blood sword, then walked back to the watchtower.

Beheaded more than 2000 enemy bandits, but also seized countless trophies, such as food, dried meat, cloth, gold and silver, and various weapons.

With just one battle, Gucheng will have no shortage of resources in the next two years, and even if it has more than enough, it will still dislike the bad taste of horse meat.

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A few miles away, five monks were pulling camels and walking in the Gobi. One of the monks with a clear face looked into the distance, and a blurred flag fluttered in the wind.

He suddenly knelt down and walked along the road in a kneeling posture, his clear eyes seemed red and moist.

"Sibian, don't do stupid things." A middle-aged monk with a high nose reminded in a low voice, subconsciously staring at the deserted city.

If you don't witness the shock that goes deep into your soul, you can't understand it at all.

The "devil leader" entrenched in the isolated city has written a page of history that has no predecessors before and no one to come after.

Far away, terrifying rumors of monsters making trouble spread widely, and they shuddered when they heard of it, and deliberately prepared to take a detour.

But the closer one gets to the isolated city, the truth gradually emerges. It can be concealed from the seven-thousand-mile border, but it cannot deceive the nearby wilderness hunters.

Stick to the lonely city for 60 years!

The only territory still occupied by the Shenzhou nation in the Western Regions!

All the people in the city were killed in battle, and no one begged to surrender. A man named Gu Chang'an performed a miraculous feat. He is still standing at the top of the city.

When they first heard the hunter's narration, their hearts trembled. Although they were not the people of Shenzhou except for speculation, they were human beings!
Humans have emotions.

Faced with such a story that shocks the past and the present, how can we remain indifferent.

"Si Bian, if you turn around, you will definitely die." Another monk warned sternly.

On the way westward to learn Buddhist scriptures, he was threatened by hundreds of officials along the way, with the same content.

"Never turn back."

They knew very well that the adjudicator of Qiqianli was worried that the news would spread, and whoever dared to touch this red line would end up dead without a burial!

Speculation is like a pious pilgrim, kneeling to the lonely city.

He used to admire Xuanzang the most.

Traveling westward does not seek profit or reputation, but it is the supreme Dharma.

This is the most noble vow, and it also explains the true power of faith.

But now in his heart, no one is greater than the lonely city Gu Chang'an.

This is persistence that is a hundred times more desperate than death!

Getting closer and closer to the isolated city, Sibian vaguely saw a white figure on the top of the city, so lonely and desolate.

"retreat."

An indifferent voice came from the watchtower, drifting far away with the wind.

The rest of the monks did not dare to approach, but Si Bian still knelt and said loudly:

"Chen Shu, a native of the Central Plains, with the name Sibian, bows down to Master Gu."

Gu Changan was slightly taken aback. After his grandma passed away, he never heard such fluent and authentic Central Plains dialect, so he remained silent for a while.

After a long time, he calmly said:
"No need to kneel, let's go."

After Si Bian stood up, he quietly stared at the vicissitudes of the ancient city of Kucha. The city walls were full of blood and arrow marks, but he could not find a complete and clean place.

The land of Shenzhou fell into the chaotic abyss of blood and fire. In the war of the end of the world where the mountains and rivers collapsed, the spirit of the glorious Tang Dynasty has disappeared, but an isolated city far away in the Western Regions has lived forever!

This is the spiritual land of the Central Plains, and this man is the backbone of the nation!

Si Bian has a lot to say, but he doesn't know what to say, how small he is in front of Gu Changan, and even ashamed.

The man was born in troubled times, not to mention the three-foot Qingfeng to wipe out the enemy bandits, but he avoided the world and practiced Buddhism far away from his homeland, and had to bow his knees in the face of the barbarians.

Gu Changan looked down at the other party, perhaps touched by his sincere tears, he said softly:
"Retreat, this city has nothing to do with you, just do what you have to do."

Thinking silently took off the burden, and built a simple ceremony next to the abyss, with no offerings or altars, and only chanting sutras to save Anxi's heroic soul.

The rest of the monks went ahead tactfully, and it was enough to pay their respects to Gu Changan. From the perspective of the country and the nation, he was always an enemy.

But this enemy is not green-faced fangs, nor a ferocious beast, but a handsome and gentle man.

If he was in the Holy City, if he was in the Central Plains, he should be a high-flying young master, a beloved spouse of beauties and loving daughters.

But it is such a person who supports the miracle alone and the willpower of the nation.

No wonder the adjudicator vowed to block the news, once it got out, it would be fine, the world would be full of chaos!
"Don't chant scriptures, they have no regrets in death, and they are respected by ghosts in the underworld."

It seems that he has been alone for too long, and Gu Changan is not used to other people's random thoughts, so he continued:

"Tell me about the current situation of the Eastern Land of Shenzhou."

Thinking and moving his lips, he wanted to say something but was afraid of the hero's despair. After thinking about it, he lived in endless darkness and had long despised the threat of death, so how could he be afraid of despair.

"The Central Plains has been split into seven countries, and there are endless wars every year. Although the Tang Dynasty is orthodox in name, it is unable to command the common people."

"The barbarian country is invincible, occupying a vast and boundless territory, and the seven countries work together to resist. In recent years, Western Shu has been the first to be invaded..."

Hearing the sad tone, Gu Chang'an's eyes were calm. As he expected, the trend of history was completely reversed.

"Also, the awakening of heaven and the revival of aura, the Holy City of Barbarian Kingdom is the birthplace..."

Sibian talked a lot, until Gu Changan lost interest.

Although I have been psychologically prepared, the cruel reality is far more terrifying than nightmares.

Looking at the monk's face full of tears, he seemed to be aware of his inner thoughts, and he said lightly:

"Let's go, you will definitely die when you go back, don't kill yourself."

"The real hero is to live your life the way you like."

"I like defending the city. It seems that you like to respect the Buddha and seek the Dharma, so let's do it."

Si Bian wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes. For a moment, he wanted to go back to the Central Plains of Shenzhou. He couldn't let the national hero remain unknown.

But he doesn't even know a little bit of Buddhism, so how can he get through the blockades.

"Benefactor, poor...poor monk resigns."

In the end, Si Bian bowed deeply, saying that he was not someone who could bring hope to the lonely city, and he had no face to stay.

He left behind a small pagoda-shaped shrine, which he got by accident in the Buddhist temple in the holy city. The heaven and the earth have blessed all things with spirits, and he believes that this is a treasure of the Buddhist family.

Even if he tried his best, he wanted to do something for Gucheng.

"Let's go." Gu Changan glanced at the Buddhist altar next to the abyss.

Si Bian walked away silently, wanting to turn back several times, wanting to see the city again.

He hoped that the darkness and all the persistence that Gu Changan experienced would eventually get his due reward one day in the future.

But he knew that maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, this man would be unable to hold on and collapse in the wind and sand.

"Heroes are immortal. The poor monk will not let the lonely city go unattended. As long as the poor monk is still alive, sooner or later the legendary deeds will be heard all over Shenzhou!"

Thinking secretly swears.

(End of this chapter)