I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 263 Holy Mountain! Donghuang Taiyi! The ocean of Dharma is boundless!
Champion Hou, Holy Mountain.

Fahai paused while flipping the rosary beads in his hand.

After receiving the Zen Master's decree from Xiaoling Mountain, he went all the way north.

The farther north you go, the greater the champion's reputation becomes.

Especially in the wine shops and teahouses in various cities along the way, from time to time you can hear storytellers retelling the legendary story of the champion.

Three hundred horses swept across the grassland.

Running thousands of miles to attack Dingbei City.

In addition to these clichés that have been said long ago, there is also the iron monument to warn future generations when the horse marched to the north to consolidate the clan.

Outside Champion City, a barbarian head was used to cast the capital's view, and an inscription was erected, "Anyone who offends Yong will be punished no matter how far away he is."

And so on, naturally mixed with the random fabrications and subjective conjectures of some storytellers.

But generally there are traces of the story to follow.

Fahai listened all the way and didn't pay much attention at first, but the more he listened, the more he became interested in the champion.

It has to be said that if these deeds were performed by ordinary people, if they could do even one in their lifetime, it would be enough to leave a mark in history.

But for that person, he accomplished these achievements that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It only took him a year.

'It's very human! '

Fa Hai sighed in his heart.

Subconsciously, he used his Dharma Eyes again and looked in the direction of the Champion City using the Qi-gazing Technique.

As expected, except for the dazzling golden light like the blazing sun, there was no kingly or dragonish aura.

Everything seemed so just right.

But if that were the case, why would he have made this trip to the grassland?

His thoughts suddenly turned around, and Fahai looked at the group of more than a hundred Yong and Man cavalry on the opposite side, and then at the few carriages protected by the cavalry troops behind them.

"It turned out to be the envoy of the champion, but the poor monk showed disrespect."

Fahai clasped his hands together and made a Buddha salute before continuing with a chuckle.

"It's a coincidence that the poor monk is also about to go to the holy mountain. How about you, the donors, give the poor monk a ride for convenience?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhang was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

Is it really such a coincidence?
He raised his eyes and glanced at Fahai, and his mind, which had been somewhat relaxed, suddenly became a little more tense.

While lowering his hand to hold the Xiuchun Dao at his waist, he politely refused.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I will disappoint the master."

"I have a mission, so it's not convenient."

When Fahai heard this, he was not annoyed and just smiled.

"It's fate that we meet each other. Why should the donor be so hasty to refuse?"

"It's okay for me to be a poor monk who has been practicing asceticism all the way, but this new disciple I have just accepted is too young."

"I hope the benefactor will be merciful and allow this disciple, the poor monk, to settle down."

Seeing Fahai talking to the little novice monk next to him, Sun Zhang was still on guard and was about to say something.

But the people around him were a little impatient.

"Okay, Master Sun! Say nothing to this thief, just drive him away!"

"That's right! We have the important responsibility of Lord Marquis! We can't delay for a moment, how can we waste time on this thief?"

A war between the two tribes was about to begin. At this time, they went north to the grassland and almost escaped death.

Most of the people who could accompany Sun Zhang were desperadoes with their heads in their belts.

I'm used to being unruly and unruly on weekdays, and I don't have much brains yet.

Seeing that they were all bald, Sun Zhang's expression suddenly changed, and he thought, "I'm going to suffer"!
Sure enough, before he could speak, Fahai, who had looked kind and kind just a moment ago, suddenly turned pale.

The next moment, I saw the thin figure shrouded under the moon-white monk's robe, exuding a terrifying aura of terror.

Overwhelming!

Rolling like the great waves of the world!
In contrast, the seemingly huge group of more than a hundred cavalry on the opposite side was like a swaying boat in the huge waves.

Overturn, only in the blink of an eye!
At this moment, not only Sun Zhang and other six men's expressions changed.

The wild knights who accompanied him and acted as escorts also had pale faces.

'These idiots! '

Sun Zhang cursed secretly in his heart.

And along with him, who wanted to scold his mother, was Tiemu Aguda, who had been staying by Sun Zhang's side and had never spoken.

"Seventh...seventh realm of true immortals!"

Temu Aguda struggled to squeeze out a sentence.

When the water rises, the boat lifts.

After following his master for so long, he is no longer the beggar slave he used to be.

He has seen the confrontation between the six realms of power.

And not just once.

Not to mention combat power, the breath alone is not so scary at all.

In fact, this trip to the grassland did not require Tiemu Aguda's personal participation.

But helplessly, since the incident at the beginning of the year, he has lost his master's trust and lost his position as the leader of the Guiyi Army.

The situation of Temu Aguda was very bad.

Without the support of his master, the wolf cubs who once almost obeyed him are now alienated from him.

Somewhat excessively, in order to win the favor of Taiji, the new commander, he even often ridiculed him.

How could someone as proud and arrogant as him endure such a gap and grievance?

In order to change all this, he only had to regain the trust of his master, such an opportunity!
And this trip to the Holy Grassland Mountain is such an excellent opportunity!

The master has an heir!

This was the thought that came to Temu Aguta's mind instantly when he saw the accompanying Wenpo.

This idea seems absurd.

But based on his understanding of the master, if this were not the case, the master would not go to such trouble and solemnity.

So Temu Aguda immediately changed his mind.

After some hesitation and struggle, this trip to the north to the grassland was made.

But he didn't expect that this trip, which was supposed to be a safe choice, would encounter such a sudden change halfway.

Damn!

A wild monk appears out of nowhere!

If it weren't for this damn monster monk, waiting for him, Tiemu Aguda, to welcome back the little master who had never been born, would not only regain his master's trust.

After the little master comes into the world, he will grow up.

With today's achievements, he, Tiemu Aguda, will definitely become the little master's confidant!

Because according to his guess, in addition to the noble blood of the master, the remaining half of the young master is their barbarian blood...

I have to say that Temu Aguda is smart.

The thoughts are also profound.

But all these thoughts are now ruining it!

Looking at the six-door idiots around him who had turned pale with fear, Temu Aguda wanted to chop them alive.

But even if we can really kill them at this time, what can we do?

When a common man is angry, he can still take five steps with blood splattered.

If you anger a Seven Realm True Immortal, you will die without a burial place!

Temu Aguda felt despair in his heart, but the unyielding temper he had developed from being a slave for many years still made him want to struggle.

"Master, calm down... We are part of the Yongzheng Army and belong to the Rebel Army!"

"Master, if you kill us, you will be tabooed by the court!"

"Master, please forgive me for the sake of the court!"

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him, a mere ant in the Tianmen realm, to say such a complete sentence in front of a Seventh Realm True Immortal.

But he still said it.

There is no other reason.

Just because of the wolf-shaped command talisman given by Han Shao in his arms.

And what he said was extremely smart.

Not even a word was mentioned about the master Han Shao.

Just talk about the imperial court.

In order to avoid provoking a powerful enemy to the master.

Hearing Temu Aguda's words, Fahai glanced at the young man slave.

It is not a secret in the entire Youzhou that the champion marquis has an army of barbarian slaves.

So after clarifying their identities, Fahai didn't care.

But now that he heard this little barbarian slave calling himself the imperial court, Fa Hai suddenly felt a little ridiculous and funny.

"What's your name?"

Feeling that the terrifying aura around him had relaxed slightly, Temu Agu was instantly overjoyed.

"Aguda! Temu Aguda!"

After saying that, he quickly returned the cold scimitar in his hand to its sheath, got off his horse and walked to Fahai.

Following the example of Yong Ren, he bowed and saluted.

"Master is tired from the journey, so please sit in the carriage!"

"Just walk with us." As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes.

The master is not around and has no one to rely on. When facing outsiders, he naturally has to behave more docilely.

But you can't show too much kneeling and licking, so as not to lose the master's face.

I have to say that at this moment, Temu Agu had a very good sense of proportion.

So good that even Fahai couldn't help but look at him with surprise.

Seeing Temu Agu making a gesture of invitation, the terrifying energy gathered in Fahai suddenly dissipated.

First, he glanced coldly at those rude six-door idiots, and then looked at Sun Zhangdao.

"Messenger, is it possible?"

Sun Zhang calmed down his frightened emotions, but he still looked at Fahai hesitantly.

He is not afraid of death.

Before coming to the grassland, he had already prepared for the worst.

The only thing I'm afraid of is that if the person dies, the things that the Marquis told him will not be completed.

When Fa Hai saw this, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"He is a loyal and brave man."

After speaking, in order to dispel Sun Zhang's concerns, he said directly.

"Don't worry, this poor monk is an Arhat of the Great Zen Temple, not a villain."

The words came out.

Everyone, including Sun Zhang, was shocked.

Daizen Temple!
One of the three holy places in the world!

With such a presence, even Temu Agu beat these barbarians like thunder.

At this moment, Sun Zhang's doubts were relieved, he quickly got off his horse and said with a hearty smile.

"It turns out that the master is an Arhat from the Great Zen Temple! There was a misunderstanding!"

"Master please come quickly!"

Daizen Temple has a good reputation and has never interfered in secular affairs.

Naturally, Sun Zhang had nothing to worry about.

But just when he was about to vacate a carriage, Fahai refused.

"Just give the poor monk a war horse."

Hearing Fahai's words, Sun Zhang felt strange.

Suddenly, I felt that Fa Hai in front of me didn't look like a monk. Instead, his words and deeds were somewhat similar to those of them martial artists.

But this is just a thought.

The true immortal aura that Fa Hai released just now was truly terrifying.

Even he was a little frightened.

If he weren't wearing the tiger skin of Lord Marquis at this moment, given his background and background, he might not even have the courage to talk to the other party.

I sighed in my heart.

The idea of ​​stopping and taking a break suddenly disappeared.

Then he went northward with Master and Disciple Fahai.

However, the Dharma name of this little novice monk has quite a bit of artistic conception.

It's called Shenxiu.

……

In fact, this journey north was not as dangerous as Sun Zhang imagined.

With the hundred or so spirits of Tiemu Aguda riding around, even if some idiots who don't care about life or death really offend, they can easily calm them down.

Later, when we went deep into the grassland, we encountered large groups of barbarians from time to time.

But as long as the title of 'Emissary to the Holy Mountain' is used.

Although the wild knights surrounded them with strange looks, they didn't really fight.

After a brief interrogation, they were allowed to continue traveling north.

Sun Zhang was a little surprised.

According to his idea, the war last year turned the entire grassland upside down and killed so many barbarians.

In addition, the great shaman of the Holy Mountain Temple has parted ways with Karasuma.

Now that their group has entered the grassland in plain sight, even if these barbarian riders don't attack them, they won't let them go so easily.

Temu Aguda, who was on the side, saw his doubts and explained casually.

"Karasuma is Karasuma, and the tribe is the tribe."

"The Great Witch Cut is connected to Karasuma and has nothing to do with other tribes."

As he said that, Temu Aguda looked at the holy mountain in the distance and suddenly sighed.

"In the grassland, the sacred mountain is supreme."

Although Sun Zhang was not stupid, he could not understand what he heard because of his lower background.

Fahai on the other side, on the other hand, once again glanced at the little barbarian slave with unexpected eyes.

"Not a small amount of knowledge."

Hearing Fahai's praise, Temu Aguda said modestly.

Just as he was about to say something, Fahai continued.

"It's no wonder that the champion values ​​you so much."

Temu Aguda was stunned when he heard this. When he saw Fahai looking meaningfully at the position of the wolf-shaped talisman in his arms, he suddenly came to his senses.

It turned out that Fa Hai had let them go so easily before when he was so angry.

After all, it's not the court's face that matters.

But his master.

But this time it was Temu Aguda's turn who seemed to understand.

'Could it be that... the master's reputation is greater than that of the imperial court? '

Fahai smiled and did not explain.

The Holy Mountain is almost here.

……

The holy mountain is not high, but it is continuous.

The grassland barbarians have never liked recording history, so even if there were other names, no one remembers them.

The great witch came and built a temple.

So it has become the holy mountain of all prairie people.

In a palace complex that is completely different from the current Dayong style, the great witch is sitting on his knees in a hidden palace somewhere.

When he lives to his age, any luxurious palace, any glory, wealth, or beauty are all unimportant.

Perhaps it was because the sea of ​​blood that destroyed the country was too tragic.

This made him, a man who was barely alive and barely escaping from death, want to live even more.

Even if I can no longer see the beautiful mountains and rivers, I can no longer see any familiar people.

He still wants to live.

This is his only obsession.

Looking up at the huge statue of a god in front of him, the great witch sang an ancient song in a low voice.

"On auspicious days, the weather is good, General Mu is happy with the emperor, the long sword is caressing the jade ear, and the jade ring is ringing..."

The old sorcerer's tone was vague.

But his demeanor was extremely pious.

At the end of the song, the great wizard seemed to be sighing, missing, or sighing with emotion.

"Your Majesty..."

The shaman god enshrined in the main hall of the temple is fake.

But the god that the great witch worshiped at this time was actually real.

He, supreme.

And it is immortal and immortal in eternity.

It's just...those barbarian slaves don't deserve to kneel down and worship.

Even today's Yong people are not worthy.

After all, how many people in this world still remember Him, the Taiyi God?

How many people still remember the ancient divine court that ruled the world?

The great witch sneered.

But then he couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

'Trouble is coming...'

Everyone in the world says that among the three holy places, the Buddhist one is the most free of desires and pursuits.

But the great witch knows that those bald thieves are the most domineering!
It’s true that they are bald, bald, and the balder they get, the balder they get, and the balder they get, the thief they get!
"The bald bitch!"

The big witch cursed bitterly.

Then, full of anger, he took a step forward.

"Dazen Temple, Fahai, came here to ask the great witch!"

The sound was arrogant, rolling like a tide and sweeping across the entire Holy Mountain.

The magic power is as surging as the sea, which can be called the boundless sea of ​​magic!
……

(End of this chapter)