I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 271 Goddess Heya! Kill the mother and leave the son! No one can be killed!

Grassland is different from Yongdi.

The mountains are also different from the mountains.

After all, it will be colder on the grassland mountains, and the snow will fall earlier.

It snowed last night, and the entire mountaintop was covered in snow.

The fox fur is pure white.

It echoes the snow scenery around the mountain top.

The woman shrouded in pure white fox fur has a stunning appearance, and her figure moves gracefully, like an exotic goddess stepping into the world in the snow.

It is pure and flawless but also has a bit of breathtaking charm. People dare not look at it more, but they can't take their eyes off it.

But if you look closely, you can still feel that the figure of this goddess, which should have been light and graceful, now has a bit of heaviness and roundness that should not exist.

Seeing that Karasuma and Ya were serious about what they said, Fahai stopped calling her a goddess.

Many memories of Yamashita have gradually become blurred as time goes by.

The soft voice contained a hint of girlish crispness that had not completely faded away.

This moment made Fahai a little embarrassed.

The reason why he was still living in the Goddess Temple before this was simply the intention of the great witch.

Fahai, who was sitting cross-legged in the snow not far in front of her, raised his eyes to look at the holy mountain goddess in front of him.

As a link that was once used to connect the royal family with the Holy Mountain, she was sent to the mountain at a very young age.

Then silently stepped aside.

Hearing this long-lost name, Karasuma Heya was slightly stunned.

The goddess of the sacred mountain serves the witch god, stays away from the world, and is pure and pure.

As early as last year, when she obeyed the shaman's order and went down the mountain to 'atone for her sins', Karasuma Kazuma was already ready to relinquish her position as a goddess.

"It's just that Heya is a married woman. After all, there are differences between men and women. It's inconvenient. Please forgive me, Zen Master."

If he gets his daughter, he becomes Yin.

When a woman is pregnant, her breath is very different.

Karasuma and Miyabi glanced at them without saying anything else.

If you get a male, it will be Yang.

After Karasuma and Ya heard the words, they pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

When he has reached this level of cultivation, he can tell at a glance.

During this gap, Karasuma and Yagai raised their heads slightly, looked at Fahai, and apologized.

It has to be said that this former sacred mountain goddess looks innocent and dignified, but her mind jumps very fast.

When the maid behind them came forward and spread thick animal skins and blankets on the snow, Karasuma and Masaru covered their lower abdomens with one hand and sat down on their knees.

"Your Highness, are you still used to moving to this remote place on the top of a mountain?"

The two young waitresses who were waiting close by lowered their eyebrows and silently set up the tea stove and lit the fire to make tea.

Fahai didn't deny it, he just smiled.

"The Zen master was wrong. Heya is no longer a goddess."

Just like the stream turned into by the melting snow in the mountains, it is gentle and translucent, cleansing the soul.

Instead of asking about the Buddha's son, he discussed with Fahai the man and woman in his unborn child.

Karasuma and Miyabi also shook their heads.

"It seems that Zen Master knows Heya very well."

"Serve tea."

"It's snowy and cold. We should have invited the Zen master inside to receive guests."

Step by step, they walked slowly from the house to the front. A group of barbarian soldiers quickly put down the handles of their swords on their waists, put their hands on their chests, and bent down to show respect.

"How does the Zen master know the male and female children in Heya's womb?"

Your Highness?

It's just that as a monk, he couldn't discuss these things with a woman, so he could only hold the Buddha beads in his hand and speak vaguely.

Now that General Yong has sent someone to break the window paper, it would be inappropriate for her to continue to steal the position of goddess.

This includes her father, King Karasuma Saken.

"You're welcome, Goddess. It was the poor monk who disturbed the Goddess."

"His Royal Highness is pregnant with the Buddha's son. The poor monk came here for the Buddha's son, so he will naturally understand."

Karasuma Kazuma sighed and looked at the Arhat from the Holy Land Daizen Temple in front of him.

Fahai fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand and shook his head.

"The poor monk has his own boundless Dharma."

When the young woman in front of her, who had not completely shed her childishness, heard this, her expression turned out to be thoughtful.

He couldn't hide the clear stupidity in his eyes.

When Fa Hai saw this, he suddenly felt that the old immortal wizard was really guilty.

Cursing in his heart, Fahai couldn't help but feel a flash of pity when he looked at Karasuma and Ya.

Compared with this filthy human world, this barbarian princess is like a snow lotus blooming from this holy mountain.

Stay away from the world and not stained by dust.

She doesn't understand the evil in people's hearts.

I don’t understand any profit calculations.

But it is such a woman who will inevitably be dragged into the situation after all.

Ignorance became an introduction, a wedge that allowed a certain old immortal to try to enter the game.

Fa Hai sighed in his heart.

At this time, Karasuma and Ya seemed to no longer be entangled in the problem just now, and raised their beautiful eyebrows again, feeling a little worried.

"Zen Master, will you leave the Holy Mountain with the baby in Heya's belly?"

Fahai shook his head.

"will not."

"I will protect the Buddha for ten years and teach him my great Zen Buddhism."

"Ten years later, let's talk about fate again."

Who can say for sure what will happen ten years from now?
Let alone ten years later, who can tell whether there have been any changes in the past ten years?

After all, the champion himself is a variable.

The neutron in his belly was connected by blood and destiny, so naturally it was the same.

Hearing Fahai's words, Karasuma and Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Daizen Temple, one of the three holy places.

Naturally, she, the former goddess of the sacred mountain, would know this.

If this Great Zen Monastery Arhat really wants to take her unborn child back to Lingshan, the great witch may not be able to protect him.

How will they suffer when their mother and son are separated from each other?

Karasuma and Ya couldn't imagine that scene.

For her, although the birth of her son was an "accident", she even spent a period of time terrified by it.

But as time gradually passed, when she could clearly feel a brand new life being born in her belly, this panic was gradually replaced by an indescribable warmth of blood.

It was not until that moment that she finally realized that she, Karasuma Kazuma, was going to be a mother...

With some unspeakable emotions, Karasuma and Ya caressed the bulging belly under the fox fur, his movements gentle and gentle.

That soft and beautiful face actually showed a bit of divinity against the brilliance of the woman's motherhood.

Fahai was not surprised.

Because he could feel the breath of life gestating in the belly of the woman in front of him, which was so powerful that it was almost terrifying.

Not like an ordinary baby at all.

Fahai didn't know if this was some kind of trick the old immortal witch was doing secretly.

If that was the case, then Lao Immortal's methods would be too cruel.

After all, the consequences of giving birth to the Son of God in a mortal body are self-evident.

It must be killing the mother and leaving the son!
Thinking of this, Fa Hai couldn't help but frown slightly.

Buddhist compassion.

Although most of them are false words to gain fame and reputation, sometimes you tell too many lies and you may take them as the truth.

Looking up at the innocent woman in front of him, Fahai couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly startled.

Because at this moment, he suddenly remembered the golden cicada that Zen Master Tripitaka gave to him before leaving.

'Is this where it should be? '

Fahai's heart moved, and he was about to take out the golden cicada and use it.

Thereby protecting the life of the woman in front of him.

Just looking up, I saw that Karasuma and Ya rarely looked a little shy and hesitated to speak. Fahai said, "Your Highness, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."

Karasuma and Ya caress her lower abdomen, Shengxue's skin becomes slightly flushed, and she whispers like a mosquito.

"The Zen master came from the south. Have you ever seen him...his father..."

The 'he' in Karasuma and Ya's mouth naturally refers to the child in her belly.

And 'his father', it goes without saying, is the now world-famous Champion of Dayong and the First Immortal of Jiazi.

Fahai has been away from home for a long time, and he has long been indifferent to the so-called love affairs between men and women.

But the woman's shyness, which is like a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze, is enough to be better than a thousand words of explanation.

Fahai understood it.

Smiling faintly, he nodded.

"I saw it from a distance."

Since receiving the Zen Master's decree, he walked and looked at everything without being impatient.

Naturally, I will not forget to meet the rightful owner.

Just to avoid misunderstanding, he only glanced at it from a distance and did not step forward to talk to the sharp young man.

Hearing Fa Hai's words, Karasuma and Ya felt their chest rise and fall violently for no apparent reason.

Maybe women are like that.

I will always remember my first man deeply and deeply.

Even if the two of them only had that long and hurried ridiculous night from beginning to end.

But to this day, she still remembers that jade-like face that was far more handsome than an ordinary man under the moonlight of the dark night, as well as the roughness hidden under the gentle appearance.

The sky is covered, the ground is collapsed, and the black armor fragments are scattered on the ground...

Karasuma and Ya tried hard to suppress the pounding in her chest, and also tried to calm down her voice.

"Is he... okay?"

The trembling sound reached his ears, and Fa Hai burst out laughing.

But I also felt a bit of long-lost beauty from it.

"Indeed, he is a dragon and a phoenix among men, and an extraordinary thing in the world."

After hearing this, the woman in front of him looked eager, as if she wanted to hear more.

Fahai was helpless.

It's just a quick glance. Apart from such an intuitive feeling, how can we see more?
I had no choice but to pick out some of the stories I heard along the way and tell them to the woman in front of me.

For example, the title of [Champion] is the position of Marquis Che.

Another example is the huge reputation of the number one immortal in Jiazi.

Women have a strong nature, so I guess she also likes to hear this.

While he was just talking, Fahai suddenly realized that he had talked too much.

As he lowered his eyes, he saw Karasuma Kazuma, who had been listening with great interest, and his expression gradually dimmed.

The city of champions was rebuilt, the soldiers and horses were deployed, and the army was so powerful. Why did it all happen?
war……

The war with her father, the Khan, and her people!

Thinking of last winter, the Dragon City fire that made all prairie people feel scorching hot and bone-chilling.

And when I went down the mountain, I saw the tribes that were deserted and only the terrifying people were left.

The skin that was already fairer than snow gradually turned pale.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had never been very close to the person she had once been so close to.

Even from a standpoint, not only are they strangers, they are also... enemies!
"Is he going to lead the Yong people... to invade the grassland again?"

Hearing Karasuma and Ya's words, even Fahai, as an outsider, couldn't help but want to say something fair.

"When I came here, the poor monk saw hundreds of thousands of grassland cavalry, and soon they were heading south..."

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"Same as last year."

Karasuma and Ya's face became increasingly pale.

indeed.

Everything starts from the grassland.

Her uncle, the Khan of the Karasuma tribe, worked hard to do it.

Thinking of the letter about the reconciliation between the two races that she had sent to Champion City a few days ago, an unprecedented bitterness and pain grew in her heart.

Is she naive?

But if that's the case...then what's the point of her original act of 'atonement'?
At this moment, she vaguely felt that the great witch had deceived her.

But her years of devotion to the witch god made her dare not think about it further.

I can only look at Fa Hai with almost pleading eyes and pray.

"Zen Master, coming from a holy place, you can't..."

Words like innocence and naivety may seem beautiful.

But sometimes it is equated with ignorance and stupidity.

Fahai was helpless.

The chess game between Youzhou and Grassland is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Even the dragon clan that seems to be hiding behind it is just on the surface.

It is difficult for Fahai to ensure that there are no hidden gems in the Wuya Mountain of Jixia Academy, the golden peak of Yuxu Palace, or even the compassionate Zen Master Tripitaka in his own Mahavira Hall.

So I could only shake my head.

"The great trend is like a tidal wave, and no poor monk can stop it."

……

After finally making the first contact, Fahai no longer appeared openly outside the mountain house.

Let’s wait until the ‘Buddha’ is born.

The days are long, so those ants will not have to talk obscenely and show off their power all day long in front of him, a true immortal of the Seventh Realm and an Arhat of the Great Zen Temple.

Buddha also has anger, not to mention him, an Arhat who has not yet become a Buddha?
It just so happened that he also took this opportunity to carve out the Dharma Protector Vajra he had selected in advance for the 'Buddha Son'.

And as Fahai disappeared, the smiles on Karasuma and Masagi's faces also disappeared.

Seeing that this woman who once looked like a snow lotus on a holy mountain is becoming increasingly unhappy, with sadness entangled in her brows.

Temu Aguda, who was wearing armor and standing by with his hand on the handle of the knife, had a flash of pity in his eyes.

Perhaps because he was still young, before this, Temu Aguda had never felt that there was anything special about women in this world.

When he followed his master to wreak havoc among the tribes in the grassland and did all the dirty and tiring work for him, he would always kill the most beautiful woman with one blow without any mercy.

But now he found that he was wrong.

After all, there are some women in this world who are special.

Even just standing there, not saying a word or smiling, is enough to make all the men in the world hang their heads and feel ashamed, let alone wave a knife at him.

Just like at this moment, when he realized that the woman in front of him turned to look at him, Temu Aguda quickly let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife and put his hand on his chest to show his submission.

Not paying attention to Temu Aguda's panic at this moment, Karasuma Kazuya suddenly sighed and asked.

"Can't the grassland and the Yong people... really not live in harmony?"

This problem has been bothering Karasuma and Masaru for a long time.

She never understood why men in this world always liked to use the weapons in their hands to turn all the beauty in the world into a boundless sea of ​​blood.

Why must we kill people?
Temu Aguda was somewhat silent.

He knew the answer, but didn't know how to answer it.

The woman in front of me was born into a royal family and had a noble status. Later, she became the goddess of the holy mountain, overlooking the world.

In her eyes, the world is mostly beautiful.

Even the 'white disaster' in the eyes of ordinary prairie people may be beautiful in her eyes.

She couldn't feel the bone-chilling cold of ordinary tribesmen and tribesmen, nor could she see the piles of bones that died of freezing and starvation on this seemingly vast grassland.

She only saw people killing people.

Barbarians kill barbarians, barbarians kill Yong people, and Yong people kill barbarians.

But I don’t know why he wanted to kill.

So... why kill?

Because... to survive.

To live better.

So we have to kill people.

Kill others and also kill your own people.

In the end, no one can be killed!

……

(End of this chapter)