Volume 15 Chapter 22 (1/2)

Zhang Ping walked out of the highest palace in purgatory mountain.

The scepter in his hand also began to emit the rolling black smoke, which covered him, making his figure appear very tall.

All the gods of the purgatory mountain that he saw on his way, all of them fell to the ground in awe and fear, as if to kiss the dust and the toes of his feet.

In particular, some alchemy mountain officials who had known him before and even had been above him in the workshop were so afraid that they seemed to shrink their whole body into the divine robe.

However, Zhang Ping didn't notice their existence. In his mind, he was only full of the figure of the leader of purgatory mountain.

After a series of previous assassinations by Lin Xi and Zhantai in the shallow Tang Dynasty, and the death of Cang Yue and two elders of purgatory mountain, his position in purgatory mountain has become more and more stable. No matter in the purgatory mountain or in the big Mang, he is already a great man. However, he knows that the real big man is the purgatory mountain leader.

At the moment, the leader of purgatory mountain is looking at the gate of the temple, because no one dares to stand at the gate of the temple, so he can easily see many places of purgatory mountain.

The man who walks and works in the mountain of purgatory is like an ant.

Now these ants seem to be much less, but the columns of smoke above the workshops of many mountains have become more thick and thick.

The vision of the master of purgatory mountain has been cast to the Far West. His eyes are like the sea of prison, with meditative expressions. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

…… The west of the Yunqin empire is biluoling.

After biluoling, it is the territory of the ancient state of Tang Zang.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, the ancient state of Tang Zang also experienced a series of civil strife. After the departure of the Shenxiang army, there was even a rebellion in which the army loyal to Uncle Xiao Xiang cooperated with emperor fufengxuan and qingluan college to let the people of Yunqin kill the officials of Tang Zang.

These rebellions made Tang Zang's ancient country extremely difficult in the past two years. In particular, a rebel army destroyed part of the drainage channel leading to Liusha City, which made Tang Zang once had difficulty drinking water in the summer of last year. However, these rebellions were suppressed without exception. Then all Tang Tibetans fully understood that as long as Prajna Temple existed, Tang Zang could not have anyone Able to oust emperor Fengxuan from the throne.

When the news of cangyue's death reached tangzang, it was early summer.

In early summer, the temperature of tangzang is hotter than that of Yunqin and damang. In some desert and wasteland areas, the hot gas on the ground is like a transparent flame burning.

Not far from the three majestic and majestic Buddhas of Prajna temple, not far from the unimaginable Buddha body, countless workers are digging a deep channel, sweat on these workers whose skin is sunburned into ancient copper s è s is twisted and sliding like an earthworm. Along the way, there are several big kilns for firing pottery, but also billowing fireworks.

Yunhai, a young monk with a childlike face, also works in it. He waves a shovel larger than his body, and it is full of half a unicycle, which is quite amazing.

”Senior brother Xuanyuan!”

All of a sudden, the sea of clouds cried out and threw away the shovel. The whole person jumped up from the ground excitedly, jumping on the ground several times in a mad way, and then ran towards the West desperately.

Many people are surprised to see the place running along the cloud sea, but they can't see anything, until the shadow of the cloud sea has become a small point, some people vaguely see that there is a moving small point in the endless yellow sand in the distance.

It was a white monk with a black Buddhist staff and a bamboo hat.

In the yellow sand, walking seems to be a little confused, unable to distinguish the direction.

When hearing the constant scream of the sea of clouds, the white robed monk was stunned. He seemed to recognize his position. Then he smiled, raised his head, and showed a half ordinary, but kind and clean face to the extreme.

The body of the sea of clouds constantly bounces on the yellow sand, arousing the dust of the big canopy, just like flying in the fog.

When he was less than ten steps away from the white robed monk, he didn't stop castrating. With a loud bang, he rushed to the white robed monk's arms.

The white robed monk's bamboo hat was blown by the surging wind and flew like a kite.

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”senior brother Xuanyuan, how can you stay in the endless sand sea so long before you come back! We all thought you were dead. You're alive, alive! ”

The sea of clouds was so happy that he held the monk in his white robe for a while and refused to let him go. Some words were incoherent.