MTL - Heroic Wife Reborn-Chapter 1515 World Road collapses, people are not old

Li Luo’s slumbering did not wake up, so that the Yinzongs could not speak to the Suzaku’s emperor. In the end, Jiang Zhuojun was the master. Jing Mo’s sent a team of Qingqi, and even escorted Liluo and Suzaku’s guards for more than a hundred people. Go to Yanhui City.

The snow and snow stopped for a while before the dawn, and after the sky was bright, the heavy snow was blown up by the wind.

The five-nation coalition forces took up the camp in the heavy snow and walked toward the end of the wasteland.

Several goshawks hovered over the head of the army for a while, and they flew away again.

In the Yongsheng Temple one day later, Gui Ning carefully looked at Moss, who was sitting still, and then looked at the monks who stood in the Yongsheng Temple below, and returned to Ning to hold the fist, and the nails would hurt the palm.

Mo asked if he didn’t look at Guining and said, “Is it nervous?”

After returning to Ning, I couldn’t laugh at the laughter and said, “I’m not, I haven’t been on the battlefield.”

"How can I let my Majesty come to the front of the two armies?" Mo asked with a smile: "When the war is over, you can sit in the temple."

Guining..., isn’t he waiting to die?

"Host," the following crowds, there is a high voice: "Really to fight? Is it to send people to talk with several emperors?"

Mo asked: "The emperor of Jing Mo's father, Tu Di, the emperor, the Su Zhao rebellion, the rebellious Jiangshan, Zuo Zuojun, the emperor, and the emperor to make the princes, returning to the world to rebel against the world. If these people are emperors, Where is the heaven?"

Gao Song was asked by Mo.

"The world is in a state of collapse, and the hearts of the people are not old," Mo asked in a gentle tone: "Seeing the world is in chaos, I am waiting for retreat at this time, what is compassion? What is your heart?"

Guining wants to vomit, this is too nonsense! Mo asked to say this, they are gangsters, this person is in the demon? !

"There are two more days," Mo asked to look at the crowd standing next, whispering: "You decide to stay."

"Hosting," said a high-ranking monk standing in the front row, asking Mo to speak.

Mo asked the sorghum to wave his hand and said: "You don't have to say more, I have decided, you have to retire."

Mo asked what had been said, and got up and went back to the back hall.

The sorghums saw that they had to ask such an attitude and had to retire.

Guining sat in the chair, his legs were soft and he could not stand up.

The two attendants squatted forward and looked at Ning, and one person supported a necklace of Guining, and he would return to Ningfu.

"Is the master master staying in the temple?" Guining asked these two confidants.

The servant who helped the left hand of Guining said: "The host is not in the temple, where can I go?"

Guining said: "Leave a green hill, why not..."

The voice of Mo asked from the back hall: "Send it back."

I don’t dare to say anything about Guining. Mo asked to die in Yongsheng Temple, but can you let him go?

Mo asked to say to the people in the temple that it was two days, but the snow was too big. The five-nation coalition army did not reach the wilderness under Mount Everest until six days later.

A few people in Jingmo rode their horses and stood outside the military camp and looked at the opposite side of the camp.

Gu Er Shaodao said: "In addition to the army of Xuanwu, there are still 400,000 soldiers and horses in Yongsheng Temple."

Jing Modao: "Look at the camp, the army of Xuanwu is on the back road."

Zuoyou said: "Do you ask if this is still against Guining?"

Gu Da Shao said: "There is nothing wrong with the back road. Is the sickle behind it more deadly?"

"Tonight, Fu Boyuan's people will come to me," Jing Mo whispered: "I want to start the battle tomorrow. What opinions do you have?"

Su Zhao erased the snow that fell on his face and said: "Would you like to fight with the wind and snow?"

"We are afraid of the wind and snow, and the people there should be afraid of it," Jing Mo raised his hand and picked up a few snowflakes in his hand. He said, "It’s quick, it’s late, I’m afraid I’m asking what is there. Heart."

"Your Majesty," a horse-riding general of the next day ran from the camp. The horse came to the front of Jingmo, turned over and shouted: "The National Teacher is here."

"Go, go back and see," Jing Moe greeted everyone in front of him.

In the camp, Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the five old monks brought by Wu Huan Guo Shi and Feng Lin Shao Shi. How did the monk over there still have finished playing, and here the monk came over? !

"Exquisite, exquisite!" Xianzong even shouted Yu Xiaoxiao several times.

Gu Xinglang took a little jade hand.

Yu Xiaoxiao returned his eyes to normal size and looked at Yin Zong: "What?"

Kenzo said: "This is the sorghum of the emperor's temple, you must not be rude!"

"Hey?" Yu Xiaoxiao asked.

Yin Zong’s mouth is pumping, right. He didn’t even know the Yongsheng Temple before his niece. How can he expect his prostitute to know the emperor’s temple?

Wu Huan Guo Shi’s face was still wearing a silver mask, and Yu Xiaoxiao explained: “If it’s not the sorghum of the Emperor’s Temple, it’s a long way to go, and we will not know the Buddha here.”

This jade small can understand that this is the founder of Buddhism!

Standing in front of the emperor's temple stilts, two white tails hang down under the jaw, read a Buddha number, follow the account of the sages, Jiang Zhuojun and other humanities: "I am the host of the world to see the letter under the scene, just let me wait Come, if the letter in the letter is true, then the Yongsheng Temple is not the land of Buddhism."

Another emperor’s temple, Gao Song, said: “This is not the words of the temple of the emperor’s temple, the saying of the temple.”

“The temple,” Yu Xiaoxiao asked: “Is this what many temples mean?”

"Yes," Gao said, answering Xiao’s small words.

Sage was relieved at this time, and the emperor’s temple represented Buddhism. Those believers who were blinded by lard, at least most of them would not follow Mo to go black.

The instructor then said: "How do you want to verify the true and false of Jingke's letters?"

A sorghum said: "Nature is seeing is believing."

"This is no problem," the instructor stood up and said, "I will take you to the back hill of the Yongsheng Temple to see."

When Xianzong and others did not respond, they felt that a gust of wind had blown through the accounts, and the instructors and the five monks of the Imperial Temple were gone.

"He," said Emperor Sin Chong, shouting: "He brought people here?"

Yu Xiaoxiao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just look, they will be back soon."

Everyone in the account... This action is too fast, right?

Jing Mo and others entered the camp at this time.

"What about the masters of the Imperial Temple?" Jing Mo looked at the people in the account, did not see Gao Song, and asked no Huan Guo Shi.

"Go with my master to see the sins of Mo asked," Yu Xiaoxiao wrote a sentence.

Jing Mo’s mouth was pumping and said, “Is it already?”

"Nothing," Yu Xiaoxiao didn't care. "They are coming back soon."

At this time, Yin Zong asked Jing Mo: "The emperor temple is far away from here. When did you write the letter?"

"Four years ago," Jing Mo licked the clothes with snow.

“Four years ago?” Yu Xiaoxiao was shocked and said: “Jingmo, you were not an emperor four years ago!”

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