Shao Donghua left Shengjing.

He knew that the threatening arguments between White Pi and the eldest brother of Shengjing City were just to bluff him, otherwise the semen would not have to go out to Shengjing to stop him, but even if it was only one in ten thousand chance, he would not have entered Shengjing, because this city did have its terrible features.

After leaving Shengjing, Shaodonghua headed north and rested in Lingyin County. He soon saw a somewhat unimaginable scene.

Several lazy men in Lingyin County wandered around the streets. When they saw beautiful girls, they would stop and tease them. When they saw someone’s fruits and fruits, they would take two of them.

It’s just strange that the teased girl did not look angry and would say some harsh words, which made these people look dirty. The fruit vendor confiscated the money, but she still said with a smile: “Take two more, two more.”

Of course, this is not enough to make Shao Donghua feel unimaginable. What he felt unimaginable was that the person who teased the girl, and the person who sold fruit for free was the palace master of the Great Wilderness Temple in Menghan Baku.

Mongolian Hanbaku, who had been in Lingyin County for some days, did not look like the Lord of the Temple at this time. He was wearing a coarse linen and had a bad-quality knife on his waist. The curled hair was probably not washed for many days, but because of his rosy face, he always grinned with a big mouth, and looked extremely comfortable.

Mongolian and Han Baku have indeed lived a very comfortable life in Lingyin County these days. Although his cultivation level has been abolished, he can naturally enter the Lingyin County militia with his body.

After joining the militia, Mongolian and Hanbaku not only lived a peaceful life that he had never lived in his life, but also had his own name for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It is called Dazhuang. It has no surname, just because he is too strong.

Mongolian Hanbaku doesn’t mind the rustic name of Dazhuang. But at first I was a little uncomfortable, but now I enjoy it.

There are many reasons for enjoyment, but in short, the Lord of the Temple in Dahuang has indeed become a member of the militia called Dazhuang in Lingyin County.

Seeing that Meng Hanbaku ate a bite of frozen pear hard, Shao Donghua stood up in the noodle stall and shouted: "Hey."

Hey, this sound was instantly submerged in the trouble, but Menghan Baku heard the sound, turned his head, and his hands holding the frozen pear were still dripping with juice.

The two of them looked at each other and frowned in an instant.

The brothers from Lingyin County beside Baku of Mongolia immediately asked, "Dazhuang, are there any trouble?"

Meng Hanbaku shook his head and said, "It's okay." Then he couldn't help laughing absurdly. He knew that once he said something was wrong, the brothers around him would probably swing their arms and beat Shao Donghua first. Of course, it would be another question to be beaten.

"Old friend, then we will withdraw. Remember to return to the county government office on time. Today, the county magistrate Zhou will be assigned a task."

"Okay, I'll arrive on time later."

Several brothers around Menghan Baku were walking through the downtown area with shouts and shouting, while he came to Zhao Donghua, sat on the table where he was eating noodles and shouting: "The boss is coming to a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, Master Zhuang!"

Listening to these awkward words, Shao Donghua sat down and asked, "Why are you here?"

Menghan Baku immediately said: "Why can't I be here?"

Shao Donghua was silent for a while, and the hot noodles were served very quickly. Obviously, this Zhuang Ye had some priority.

After the waiter put the noodles on the table and walked back to the stall with a smile, Shao Donghua raised his finger and pointed to the bowl of noodles and said, "Why do you have so much meat filling in the noodles?"

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The temple located on the top of the mountain is simple and solemn, adding a sense of sacredness and inviolability between the clouds.

Since the disappearance of the Mongolian Hanbaku in the world, an old man has taken over the temple. The old man's cultivation is not very strong, but the masters in the temple are convinced.

The story in this is unknown to outsiders, but Shao Donghua knows the reason behind it. It is actually very simple. The old man is the ancestor of this generation of people from the Great Wilderness.

The ancestors used it here not to curse people. During the Great Zhou Dynasty, even earlier, the old man took power in the temple. If we look at the seniority, he should be the third generation of the temple masters in the Mongolian and Han Baku. Judging from the years of the three temple masters’ power, the old man lived in this world for at least two hundred years.

This is definitely something that has never happened in the world, so even when Shao Donghua saw the old man, he still followed the etiquette of his juniors and knelt quietly on the cushion.

In the empty side hall, the old man looked at Shao Donghua and said, "Actually, I have never wanted to do this, but since Mongolian and Baku are so persistent, I believe him once."

Shao Donghua bowed his head and said, "I just want to ask one question."

"Speaking."

"Why did Dahuang dare to do this, or why was he anxious to do this?"

The old man answered truthfully: "Do you know what is north of the Great Wilderness?"

"In the early years, the barefoot monk once said that there were endless glaciers and sea veins there."

"That's right." The old man sighed: "If it were just glaciers and sea veins, the Great Wilderness would not have been like this, but the other side began to move more than ten years ago."

Even though Shao Donghua had seen countless strong winds and waves in his life, he had to be shocked when he heard this, and then nodded relievedly and said, "So the Great Wilderness needs a new habitat. It is best if it is the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it is actually not bad if it is the Western Regions."

The old man nodded and said, "It's good to think that the Western Regions are. I can't say that this position is left to you, but I believe that with your ability, you won't make any mistakes."

Shao Donghua didn't say anything, but the old man stood up and said, "Come with me."

Shao Donghua stood up and followed the old man all the way through the temple.

Walking out of the corridor, Shao Donghua saw many swordsmen in the Great Wilderness. They looked at him with hostile eyes, with disdain, but the old man did not attack him.

Soon the two of them arrived at a huge stone gate covered with talismans. The old man put his dry hands on the stone gate and gently pushed them away. With the heavy sound, Shao Donghua saw the scene clearly.

Hundreds of swordsmen stood silently among them, and no one looked back even if the door was pushed open.

Several huge but no carved stone pillars stand up in the sky, and an equally quaint and solemn stone chair is covered with expensive tiger skin. This is the dragon chaise in the Great Wilderness!

The old man went first, Shao Donghua was a little slower, and the footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the calm space without a trace of rest.

Walking under the seat, the old man turned around and looked at the elites in the wilderness. Shao Donghua did not stop and went straight to the tiger chair and turned around, then sat down.
Chapter completed!