For ordinary people, it is difficult for anyone to see the movements of the barefoot monk and the old man in charge.

But when they are still, unless they are blind, how can they not see it? But many people really want to blind themselves at this moment.

The barefoot monk's big feet, which were like white lotus, turned gray and white at this time, just like the feet of a sculpture.

The exclamations on the city wall were a little painful and powerless, as if people had seen what was about to happen.

Li Zizhi's tears gushed out from his eyes. He didn't know what methods the head sect used before he died. He didn't want to know at this time. He just wanted the monk in front of him to protect his last friend who had been with him for 30 years to not die.

Zhao Donghai knelt on the ground in a wooden manner, his fat cheeks twitching constantly, and his face was pale as white as a piece of paper. He didn't know what he could do, so he could only kneel down and kneel down!

Goatee Wen Qingfeng covered her mouth, and her pupils seemed to have lost all her spirit.

The sex-pie Taoist master pinched his nails into the flesh and blood, and his hands were bleeding and stood straight, but trembling as if a weed could be blown down by the wind at any time.

Sadness turned into a river in this moment!

Only Tang Yinlong was still awake, his eyes were as bright as stars, his hands were placed on the cold city wall, slightly curled up but the veins were exposed.

He stared at Wuhai, stared at the monk who had protected the prosperous Tang Dynasty for 30 years, and shouted loudly: "King Wuding, tell me you nothing, you have picked up your head at will!"

Tang Yinlong's roar was torn apart, hoarse and extremely hoarse, with a tone full of grief and anger and reluctance.

When he was young, Tang Yinlong was just a soldier in the army. He led the black donkey to Li Yi, went to the brothel to pay the bill for the sex pixie, slapped Zhao Donghai, woven a goatee for Wen Qingfeng, and pulled a book for a city for his husband...

What he remembers most is that when the country's roots in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were not stable and the late emperor had not yet passed away, the barefoot monk asked the late emperor to go to the Great Wilderness to have a trip. That evening, the late emperor ordered him to wash the barefoot monk's feet.

He still remembered the uneasiness he was holding the basin of foot washing water at that time, but at the same time he also understood that the late emperor's order was equivalent to proclaiming him to become the crown prince.

So that day, Tang Yinlong washed his barefoot monk's feet very seriously.

The barefoot monk was calm about the future Majesty's foot washing. He once said: "I know your uneasiness, the Six Kings have made great achievements, and the old Tang Dynasty's old injuries always recur."

"But you have to remember that at this stage, the matter of rebelling and conspiring for power is really boring. For us, watching the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of years is a sense of accomplishment."

Tang Yinlong understood this truth that day, so after he ascended the throne, he never asked the Six Kings to do anything. He hoped that they could enjoy the glory!

This kind of trust is obviously a valuable thing that has never appeared in history between the king and the minister.

Thirty years later, this trust became a double-edged sword.

Scar Curly seems to have finally chosen the border army rebellion that has been repeated countless times in history.

But the barefoot monk and the five kings still chose to stick to the prosperous Tang Dynasty just like they did thirty years ago!

Today, the white lotus-like big feet that the Emperor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty once washed seemed to turn into stones. He could not bear it or accept it, so he questioned the barefoot monk.

The barefoot monk could no longer do anything, as if his heart was about to be petrified.

He glanced at the grayish white that had already passed through his ankle. The grayish white began to fluctuate and seemed to be unable to continue moving forward.

He raised his head, looked at the familiar faces on the city wall, looked at the footsteps of Fayi and Wang Daniu staggering in the distance, and whispered: "Yinlong. I am a dying person. Although half of my foot is in the realm of the heavenly beings, I can live for a longer time, but after all, I have a certain number of fate."

This sentence seemed to have verified the ending of the barefoot monk and shattered the hope in everyone's hearts.

When Emperor Tang Yinlong heard this, he pretended to be calm and held the high crown on his head, coughed lightly. He stood up straight and brushed his dragon robe.

The next moment, tears collapsed!

He thought he could calm down, but he didn't.

Fayi and Wang Daniu finally came to the master at this time.

The barefoot monk threw the barefoot and kept holding his head in his hand. His eyes did not fall, because his neck was no longer in control at this time.

But I can say a few more words.

He didn't express his passion in his words, but said calmly: "I don't know what is under my feet. I feel like I will lose consciousness, but it doesn't seem to die, so you should put away your sadness."

The sound of the city walls was about to cry.

Zhang Xiaodao in the arrow tower pursed his lips, held back the sadness, and listened quietly to the monk's next words.

"I must win this battle. There is a guy called asceticism in the Western Regions. The Great Wilderness has no opponent."

Li Zi knew that you were talking about him, so he nodded heavily.

"If the war rekinds its tide, men in the prosperous Tang Dynasty will surely win."

"Also, this head is already in my hands, I did it."

"If I turned into a stone, remember to plant flowers and plants around me."

"Although I don't like flowers and plants very much, I just always feel that I should have more decorations, so you can do it."

Having said that, the uncontrollable gray had hit the knees, while the Great Shura behind the barefoot monk had been attacked more than half.

The barefoot monk said calmly: "If you come to worship me in the future, remember to put some meat and some wine, you will not be able to eat the vegetarian food in the Buddha Temple."

"Yeah, there should be nothing to explain."

"By the way, don't be sad, come and smile to me."

As he said that, a confident smile appeared on the corner of the barefoot monk's mouth.

People whine in their hearts above the city walls, but they all endured this huge sadness, because they knew that the monk wanted to see them smile, so they smiled.

Tang Yinlong's smile was stiff and he was very reluctant. The ditches on his face squeezed out by the smile were shining.

Li Zizhi also smiled, his smile seemed less stiff, just like the first time he saw the smile of a barefoot monk when he joined the army. At that time, he was still a shy scholar.

The erotic smile was still full of evil, but he could see the endless embarrassment in his smile.

Zhao Donghai's smile is a real smile, but he smiles more ugly than crying.

Wen Qingfeng was also smiling, he was the most natural one.

The elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty on the city walls were all smiling, but there was no doubt that this was the most difficult smile in their lives. The ugliest smile was also the most sincere smile!

The barefoot monk was satisfied, so the gray color invaded his whole body.

He became a sculpture on the northern plains of Shengjing.

He also held a head in his hand.

His posture still maintains the beauty of fighting for the enemy bravely. The Great Shura behind him stands in the world like a big Buddha.

He smiled!

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When Menghan Baku staggered to the barefoot monk, the barefoot monk was no longer a barefoot monk.

He wanted to touch the robe that was blood-red and soft, but when his fingertips touched the hard rock, he knew that his wish could not be fulfilled.

His wish was very simple, he just wanted to touch the corner of the barefoot monk's clothes, but now he is destined to not have the chance to touch it in his life.

His heart filled with loss.

Three hundred golden iron cavalry silently put away the headless body of the old man behind him and prepared to withdraw from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

This was undoubtedly a fair duel. The people of the Tang Dynasty did not stop him. Even if they turned into stone statues, the barefoot monk still held the head of the Holy See, which was enough!

The golden armor seemed to no longer shine. Three hundred golden cavalry and thousands of ascetics quickly disappeared from the plain after collecting the corpses.

Li Zizhi came to the front of Mongolian Hanbaku.

Without any opening remarks, Menghan Baku took the lead and said: "I don't want to survive, but I am the same as a useless person now. I want to live in this country, wait for death, or decide to die, give me some time, if I don't die, you will kill me again."

Unexpectedly, Li Zizhi nodded without replying, but just stood under the barefoot monk and remained silent.

On this day, countless black silks floated in Shengjing City.

From the palace to the folk, black became the only color.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, they were about to wear mourning for barefoot monks, and in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, they were proud of this battle!

Zhang Xiaodao silently changed into a black suit. The filial piety that Wang Luohan sewed with his own hands was hung on his left arm. The two bought a few pots of good wine and returned to the north city gate.

Perhaps it was the barefoot monk's words that revealed that he might not be dead before leaving, so Tang Yinlong did not order him to be buried with him. But in fact, with the barefoot monk's merits, even if he had a bunch of ashes left, he would have to be buried with glory.

Now that there is no, there is still a glimmer of hope!

The North City Gate has been martial law by the government. Countless mourning people gathered silently behind the North City Gate, but no one has the courage to step out of the North City Gate.

Zhang Xiaodaoyou, he took Wang Luohan's hand and walked out of the north city gate. He saw the barefoot monk under the Shura Demon God, and also saw Wang Daniu and Fayi who were cleaning the snow around him with a broom.

Zhang Xiaodao came to the barefoot monk silently, opened the wine pot and spilled it down, and sat down cross-legged.

Wang Luohan also sat down cross-legged.

Zhang Xiaodao immediately asked, "Wife, will she really come back to life?"

A solemn expression appeared on Wang Luohan's beautiful cheeks and said, "Where is the last thing the head of the Western Regions took out now?"

"It should be in the hands of the teacher."

"I'm not sure about anything now, but since the master has already made a half-step celestial being, there are very few things in this world that can really kill him."

"In fact, although he has become a stone now, he has not lost his body. All this is not so accurate."

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the sky and said, "No matter what, after this battle, the Western Regions and the Great Wilderness will come."

Wang Luohan fell into deep thought, as if she was still thinking about what the last iron tool of the Holy See's head sect released to allow the monk to be completely petrified.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't think too much about it and opened the jars of good wine he brought. Fayi and Wang Daniu came to pick up the jar.

The three of them held up the wine jar and took a sip together, revealing the exact same confident smile on the barefoot monk's face.

Their smiles represent the smile of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

This is the attitude of the young generation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty to face powerful enemies!
Chapter completed!