Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 46 The war is coming
"He really said that?"

A rough voice sounded from the tent, and Borchi looked at the pale old lama with a little uncertainty in his eyes.

As the old lama nodded, a depressing atmosphere suddenly spread throughout the camp, as if a depressing volcano was about to erupt.

Suddenly a burst of Sanskrit sound sounded, and the volcano that was about to erupt was instantly calmed down. A young monk with a face as white as jade clasped his hands together and said, "You can go down first."

"Yes, Living Buddha."

The old lama bowed respectfully and then slowly exited the tent. For a time, only the Prairie Wolf King and the young monk were left in the camp.

Borchi looked at the young monk in front of him and respectfully asked him to sit down. Then he said, "Master, you are here. I am about to invite you."

Hearing this, the monk nodded, with a gentle smile on his delicate face, as if he was listening attentively.

Borchi also knew the character of the Tibetan living Buddha in front of him, and then told the information about the old lama.

As Borchi spoke, the Living Buddha couldn't help but frown. Obviously, the development of the matter was a bit beyond his expectation. After Borchi finished speaking, the Living Buddha sighed:

"Sure enough, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is true in the Central Plains. I didn't expect that besides the old monks from Shaolin, there are people who have reached this level."

Borchi looked at the solemn-looking Living Buddha. It was the first time he saw the Living Buddha showing such an expression. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart, but he had plans to withdraw his troops.

Just thinking of the coveted prosperity in the Central Plains region, Borchi couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his heart, and said unwillingly: "National Master, are you sure?"

"If we haven't fought before, how can we say whether we are sure?"

The living Buddha spoke calmly, but his words were full of confidence, as if he would not lose.

Seeing this, Boer narrowed his eyes and shouted directly outside the camp: "Tell me to go down, set up camp, and storm Daming Pass tomorrow morning."

As the guards left, Borchi turned to look at the Living Buddha, bowed and said, "I will trouble the National Master tomorrow."

Hearing this, the Living Buddha nodded and then slowly exited the tent.

After a long time, only Borchi's murmur came from the camp: "Zhongyuan..."

.........

early morning
The morning light in the sky dispersed the fog that shrouded the Daming Pass, and a figure climbed up the city wall carrying a food box.

Looking at Zhou Xian who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the city and vomiting, something strange flashed in Wang Wanying's eyes. She moved lightly, approached cautiously, and then stood quietly aside, her beautiful eyes staring directly at Zhou Xian's. figure.

"Well, what is this?"

Suddenly, Wang Wanying's face was stunned, and she looked at the flickering fluorescence on Zhou Xian's body in confusion. She saw thin wisps of true sun fire pouring into Zhou Xian's body continuously, constantly tempering the already extremely powerful body.

Suddenly, Zhou Xian suddenly opened his eyes, and a fire flashed in his eyes, as if it was about to turn everything into ashes. The fire flashed past and then disappeared quickly.

Zhou Xian finished his work and stood up, then looked directly at Wang Wanying aside, seeming a little confused as to why the other party came to this city so early in the morning.

Facing Zhou Xian's gaze, Wang Wanying seemed very natural. She handed the food box to Zhou Xian gracefully and said, "Mr. Zhou, my father asked me to bring some breakfast food."

Zhou Xian nodded and thanked him, took the food box and opened it straight away. The hot noodles were garnished with a few pieces of beef and a little chopped green onion.

Looking at the hot beef noodle soup, Zhou Xian smiled slightly, picked the beef on the noodle soup with chopsticks, and glanced at Wang Wanying from the corner of his eye.

"Is this noodle soup not to your taste?" Wang Wanying frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I don't eat beef."

Zhou Xian smiled slightly, but still had no intention of moving his chopsticks.

Seeing this, Wang Wanying couldn't help but be startled. Before she could react, she felt her throat tighten, and a big hand pinched her fair neck like an iron hoop. "not good!"

Wang Wanying secretly thought something bad. Just when she wanted to struggle, she found that the energy in her body was like stagnant water. Her petite body rose into the air, and a feeling of suffocation gradually entered her brain.

Following a period of futile struggle, Zhou Xian twisted his big hand, and the girl's struggling movement came to an abrupt end.

Zhou Xian looked at the woman in his hand who was still holding her gaze, and saw that the pretty face squirmed for a while, and soon turned into an unfamiliar face.

"Disguise?"

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes and threw away the woman's body.

The soldiers on the city wall also heard the commotion and gathered around. Looking at the strange woman on the ground, the soldiers couldn't help but were stunned. They all looked at each other, obviously not understanding where the woman came from.

"Carry her back to your general."

After saying that, Zhou Xian turned his head and looked outside the city. Rows of connected camps were looming in the fog, with no intention of retreating.

"You are very brave."

Zhou Xian's lips slightly raised into a meaningful smile.

The living Buddha in the camp of the barbarians on the grassland opened his eyes as if he was feeling something. The two people's eyes seemed to be able to span space, looking at each other more than ten miles apart.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder from the sky and the earth, as if beating the drums for the upcoming war, and a depressing atmosphere brewed outside the city.

After a while, the two of them looked away at the same time, and the changing wind and clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

"Half-step on location? Why are you so confident?"

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the resonance of the Dharma between heaven and earth and the breath of the living Buddha. It seemed to him that there was a hazy Buddha statue standing between heaven and earth, and his every move was close to the Dharma.

The living Buddha in the tent closed his eyes again, but there was a ripple in Gu Jing Wubo's state of mind.

His cultivation level is only one step away from the outdoor scene, and the difference is just an opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Martial Saint..."

The living Buddha murmured slightly. In the past, this opportunity was like fishing for the moon in the water, visible and intangible. But just now, the breath exchange between the two people gave him the opportunity to telepathically sense a breakthrough.

"This battle will be won!" The living Buddha spoke with full confidence. He was confident that he would be the final winner, and then he stood up and left the camp.

.........

On the city wall, Zhou Xian looked at Xiang Wuji in surprise, while Wang Zhong and others stood aside respectfully.

"If this Wuji doesn't stay in the imperial city, why does it come to Daming Pass?"

Although Zhou Xian was a little confused, he didn't pay too much attention and looked directly outside the city.

At this time, the barbarians on the grasslands outside the city had gathered, and with the sound of horns, they were rushing towards Daming Pass like a tide.

There were roars as the cavalry stepped on the ground, and even Xiang Wuji, one of the four great masters, couldn't help but look solemn.

Wang Zhongze was issuing orders one after another, and the soldiers on the city wall began to get busy.

Compared with the solemn expressions on everyone's face, Zhou Xian's face was calm and relaxed, as if the thousands of troops outside the city were just a ragtag group of people.

(End of this chapter)