Chapter 768: Various previous lives (5)

Xiao Yi should go down.
He ruled Shu County, sitting on an army of four hundred thousand, marching toward the nations like a crazy beast.
Every time he conquered a small country, he recruited believers and asked about local beliefs.
Some believe in flames, some believe in rivers, some believe in gods...
The first small country he conquered, he believed in the moon god.
The local royal family was slaughtered to death.
He ordered the army to restrain tens of thousands of crazy believers, alone, and stepped into the hall of alien gods.
He wore military boots with a golden crown and leather straps, leather gloves, and a black fox fur cloak that made him handsome and beautiful, Dan Feng's eyes pursed with a gentle smile.
He learned the etiquette of the believers and worshipped the moon for nine prayers.
He raised his head and stared at the three-foot-high golden statue of the Moon God, with a warm voice: "I miss my wife very much. She walked in a hurry. I have not had time to tell her that I adore her and have admired her for many, many years... You Can you bring her back to life? If you can bring her back to life, Xiao Daoyan, I would like to use the wealth of the world as your incense offering, and I would lead the people of the world to become your believers."
The statue of the woman is beautiful and loving, quietly overlooking the people in the temple.
The cold wind poured into the palace, the incense ash drifted with the wind, the hexagonal lantern flickered, and the bronze bell rang quickly, setting out a different kind of silence.
Xiao Yi waited for a long time.
The so-called did not respond to him.
He stared at the statue and curled his lips.
He walked slowly to the side of the hall.
Flames were burning in the delicate iron basin.
He raised his boots and kicked the brazier to the ground.
The flames climbed up the large and complex curtain, and soon ignited this majestic palace.
"What kind of faith is a who doesn't respond?"
The man sneered.
He turned around and stepped out of the temple blankly.
Thousands of believers watched their beliefs ruined in the fire. They screamed and fought with the army, but were brutally suppressed.
Xiao Yi stepped on the horse indifferently and headed for another small country.
Thirty-nine campaigns took place in just four years.
He took Shu County as his base and invaded Nanyue and nearby countries.
There was no grass in the place where the iron rider trodden, mountains and rivers were broken and blood flowed into rivers, and hundreds of people were displaced and exposed to the wilderness.
The beliefs of all nations collapsed, because the gods did not respond to the man's prayers.
The monk was forced to return to the vulgar, the Buddhist temple was barren, and the large Buddha statue as high as one hundred meters was brutally destroyed.
The Taoist Taoist temple was torched, and the world's collections of monsters and ghosts were all burned.
The name "Xiao Daoyan" has become a taboo in the world.
No one dared to mention it, the child cried when he heard it.
Everyone only knows that he is wearing a black black fox fur cloak, carrying a nine-foot sword, and riding a lonely black horse stepping on the snow, like an Asura evil spirit on the battlefield.
He became a nightmare for the world.
Because of the raging war, the remaining lingering nations chose to take refuge in Dayong and decided to launch the final war and cooperate to kill Xiao Yi.
The nations integrated two million elite armies, and began to command westward.
They surrounded Xiao Yi's 500,000 soldiers and horses.
That night, the singing of the hometown was everywhere.
The army's heart is lax.
The light was dim in the king's tent, and the man was wounded, but he sat indifferently, wiping the Modao quietly.
On the short table in front of me, there was an exquisite and precious ceramic jar with the lines of hibiscus flower essence carved on it. It was her ashes, which he always carried with him all these years.
Nan Baoyi knelt down beside Xiao Yi.
She stared at his tired scars and wanted to ask him whether he hurts for so many years.
She listened to the enemy's national anthem coming from far away from the account, and wanted to ask him if he was afraid.
A light like a bean, calmly jump.
She silently leaned her head on his shoulder.
Even after two lives, I can still feel his temperature...
Ten painstakingly picked the felt curtain to come in.
He arched his hands: "Master, Shen Xiaolang, please see you."
Shen Yichao wins Xuexue in white and enters Wang's account.
He took off his hood, shook off the frost on his shoulders, and stared at Xiao Yi sadly: "I came from my aunt. This time, the five masters, the five powers with the title of ten thousand marquis and one hundred thousand taels of gold, are offering you a reward. The head of...Xiao Daoyan, don't be obsessed with understanding anymore, as long as you surrender, you will only end up being imprisoned for life by abolished martial arts.
He was originally a military division in Xiao Yi's account.
It's just that this guy is really crazy, he felt scared halfway, and he fled back to Dayong Chang'an overnight three years ago.
Xiao Yi finally wiped Mo Dao brightly.
He glanced at the small ceramic altar, with thin lips with a gentle smile: "If I fight, she still has the possibility of resurrection. If I return, no one in this world is willing to fight for her and rescue her from hell. ."
"you will die!"
"I am not afraid of death."
"You are a lunatic!"
Shen Yichao scolded.
He stared at Xiao Yi with hatred for iron and steel, and turned away angrily.
In the subsequent battle, the sky was dark and the corpses ran across the field. The fire burned for more than a month and almost burned all the nearby cities.
Most of the Alliance of Nations was damaged, and Shen Jiang and many families fled back to Chang'an overnight.
And Xiao Yi's 500,000 army, only a few hundred horses remained.
Gu Chongshan led the elite to come from the north to end the war.
At this time, the world had been destroyed by the war, the fertile fields were overturned, the grains were not harvested, the business towns were barren, and there were no ten strong people.
Witnessing the miserable scene, the two went back to Jinguan City in silence all the way.
Because it is her hometown, it is also the only well-preserved city in the war.
When passing through the city gate, an old Taoist priest rode by on a green bull.
He lowered his lips to herd his flute and counted down Xiao Yi: "The mountain has been closed for several years, and the world has been overthrown when you come out. You are a sinner."
Xiao Yi fell off his horse.
He lifted the brocade robe and knelt straight in front of the old Taoist, his lips pale: "Please enlighten me from an expert."
"If you are willing to give up, if you have to give up, you can get something. Go and atone for your sins."
The old Taoist blew the flute, and walked away indifferently like a willow leaf.
Xiao Yi invited his hands to investigate, only to realize that the old Taoist was a Taoist priest from Shu County, and he was temporarily living in the Taoist Temple of Qingcheng Mountain.
He and Gu Chongshan came to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain non-stop.
The dusk will sink.
Xiao Yi bowed his head piously step by step, and finally came to Laojun Pavilion before midnight.
Gu Chongshan had arrived early.
He stood in the palace, looking up at the tall statue of Laojun alone.
On the beam of the treasure hall, a huge lotus palace lantern hung high, and his eyebrows and eyes were brightened by the soft radiance.
He said: "Qin Tianjian once said that there are still three hundred years of national fortune in the Northern Wei Dynasty. I Gu Chongshan, I am willing to use the three hundred years of national fortune in the Northern Wei Dynasty to exchange her life for her."
The lotus lantern flickers gently.
The bronze wind chimes under the eaves made a faint sound in the night.
Outside the treasure hall, a few clusters of flowers danced, and a small hibiscus was falling from the branches.
Xiao Yi said dumbly: "I will use Ziwei as the emperor to change her for the first time, spend a full moon, and be a sweetheart in the palm of my life."
The lotus lantern swayed like a tide of light and shadow.
The bronze wind bell gradually rushed.
The fallen hibiscus flower flew back to the branch and turned into a flower bone.
The stars shifted rapidly.
The dead horse galloped again, and the blood in the field poured back into the soldier's body.
The collapsed Buddha statue was reshaped into faith, and the violently burned scripture returned to the hands of believers intact.
The dry riverbed, the endless river gushing out.
Withered crops, green wheat is growing.
The years of war have been erased from the annals of history like a hurricane, and the terrifying memory of being dominated by Xiao Daoyan and his army has gradually disappeared in the world.
During the Ching Ming Dynasty, the spring rain in Jinguan City continued.
Nanfu Jinyi Pavilion.
The little girl of the golden hairpin, lying on the bamboo couch by the west window, slowly opened her eyes.