Was it the big one or the small one?
He wasn't asking about the number in the dice cup, nor was he asking about the portion of the hotpot.
Looking at the deep end of the snowland, Zen Master suddenly looked more relaxed, saying, "It should be the small one."
The voice of the Broadsword King rang out again. He was obviously much more relaxed, as he said, "You go then."
Zen Master lifted his bare foot and rubbed it against the mud on the doorsill, asking with his head lowered, "Why?"
The Broadsword King said, "I'll take care of the big one, and you take care of the small one. Didn't we agree before you came?"
Zen Master lifted his head and slowly rolled up his sleeves to the crook of his arm, saying, "Though I'm young, I'm much older than you in my previous life."
The Broadsword King didn't pay any attention to him. His meaning was clear: How dare you call your fist as big as a bowl big?
The bell rang out from the temple, passing through White Town and echoing on the edge of the snowland. The human Cultivation practitioners retreated as fast as they could.
The swift and fierce sword light was the last to disappear from the sky.
In the camp outside White Town, there were only the wounded who didn't have time to evacuate and the monk doctors from the Guocheng Temple and the Baotong Zen Temple.
Zen Master leapt up in the air, and a lotus flower bloomed where his bare foot landed.
The lotus flowers flew toward the deep end of the snowland, fading away along with the cold wind.
In a few seconds, he had already arrived in the sky above the snowland dozens of miles away.
The violent wind and snow had gradually calmed down, and the view became much clearer. The earthquake had peeled off the accumulated snow on the mountains, exposing the black mountain bodies, which looked very striking in the sky, like a red bean bun in white sugar.
The corpses of all kinds of demons of the Snowy Kingdom were everywhere between the snowland and the black mountains.
The blood of those demons was not red. Smeared on the snowland, it looked like a color smeared by a child carelessly; but the thick smell of blood still soared into the sky.
Countless beetle carcasses were scattered around the corpses of the monsters, looking like ice crystals.
Standing on the lotus cloud, Zen Master rubbed his nose.
These were not the corpses left behind by the previous monster invasion, but the result of the earthquake.
The war between the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom and her child was truly dreadful; it was practically a catastrophe for the lives on the snowland.
Zen Master even saw the corpses of dozens of humanoid snow monsters further away.
The human cultivators had learned a lot about the Snowy Kingdom. They knew that this kind of human-shaped snow monster had terrifying combat abilities, which were equal to the elders in the cultivation sects. However, this kind of snow monster rarely appeared at the edge of the snowfield. Other than the great beast tide several hundred years ago, no one had ever seen it again.
According to the observations of the powerful cultivators of the previous generation, these human-shaped snow monsters should be the close servants or bodyguards of Her Majesty the Queen. They lived in the Blue Glacier area twenty thousand miles to the north. However, they had appeared at the edge of the snowfield and died without a sound. Had they chosen the wrong side and been killed by the Queen? Or were they the masters of the Imperial Court who were pursuing the Princess?
In the small temple, the Zen Master had clearly sensed that terrifying Qi, but when he arrived on the lotus cloud, he discovered that the Qi had disappeared.
He closed his eyes, and a few shallow wrinkles suddenly appeared on his young face.
The lotus cloud released dozens of extremely thin threads, drifting towards the sky and the ground.
Those thin threads carried a mysterious and indescribable meaning, and it was hard to tell what was real or fake.
This was the supreme dhyana technique of the Guocheng Temple, the Two Minds Connection.
At the peak of the Two Minds Connection, if one stood close, they could know what the other was thinking. It was as wondrous as reading minds.
Even if they didn't know who the other was or where they were, they could use this dhyana technique to sense the other's approximate position and understand the other's general state.
After an unknown amount of time, the Zen Master opened his eyes and muttered, "Even evil dragons don't eat their children. The Queen is too vicious."
The Snow Queen was a high level lifeform, but completely different from humans. She was also completely different from the ancient divine beasts of the various sects. Humans didn't know much about her, but they knew that she didn't know how to scheme. Because as the ruler of the Northern Continent, an invincible supreme expert, she didn't need to do such things.
Zen Master sensed that the little fellow was hiding in the mountainous snow worm corpses and was indeed slightly surprised.
— — The little fellow's injuries were extremely severe. The instinctive fear that originated from its life force made it learn to hide its Qi.
It seemed that in this battle for the throne of the Snow Queen, only death awaited the loser. Therefore, the little fellow was willing to pay any price to escape the snowy plains.
Even if it couldn't go too south because of the temperature, humans wouldn't be able to bear it. They had to keep it in the snowy plains at all costs.
The lotus cloud suddenly scattered. The Zen Master fell from the sky like a stone, landing on the snowy plains.
The thick layer of snow and the beetle corpses on the surface were shattered, scattering in all directions like white smoke.
The Zen Master's bare feet stepped on the frost and snow. He pointed at a wisp of white smoke, his voice like thunder as he shouted, "Freeze!"
That wisp of white smoke suddenly stilled, faintly revealing an appearance. It was a white figure.
The snowy plains were filled with white. That figure was also white. The reason it could be distinguished was because its whiteness was purer and deeper. It was clearly white and flawless, but it was like the darkest night, extremely eye-catching.
It took only a moment for the white figure to get rid of the binding of Zen Master's will and turn into a wisp of white smoke again, fleeing toward the southeast.
The human Cultivation practitioners standing on the flying swords and magic treasures in the distance remained silent while looking at the scene in the snowy plains, wondering if this was the rumored child of the Queen.
The formation presided over by Yimaozhai had already been activated. The amulets on the city walls of the northern kingdom, which stretched for one thousand miles, exuded a powerful energy.
The magic army of the Imperial Court and the followers of the Windy-Broadsword Church each guarded a section of the city wall. The commander and the Church Master of the Windy-Broadsword leapt up into the sky, staring at the wisp of white smoke cautiously.
Fang Jingtian came to the Empty Realm, standing on the fairy sword and watching the commotion below, ready to wield his sword at any moment.
According to the judgment of Zen Master and the Broadsword King, he was not a match for this wisp of white smoke; but it was evident that his opponent was wounded severely, so he had to seize the opportunity.
In the distant eastern sky, a powerful and tranquil energy was concealed; it should be the Immortal Tan, the Sect Master of Zhongzhou School, guarding the place.
The Snowy Kingdom was the greatest threat to the human race.
Even though it was not the invincible Queen who showed up that day but her child, the human race still had to be on high alert.
The border between the human world and the Snowy Kingdom was at least tens of thousands of miles long; but it was strange that the monster invasions had always passed through the snowy plains and valleys around White Town for many years. If the Cold Mountain and the barren land were located in the southwest, where there were too many underground fire sources, and the lifeforms in the Snowy Kingdom were the natural enemies, why didn't they pass through the east?
This was a question that had been troubling the human race for a long time, but they hadn't been able to find the answer. However, it was a fortunate thing for the human race.
All they needed to do was to defend White Town.
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The wisp of white smoke had no intention of retreating to the deep part of the snowy land. It attempted to break through the human defense line in the southeast and leave the snowy land.
It was evident that it would rather face the collective attack of the human swordsmen than go back and face its mother.
Reticent, the Young Zen Master kicked his right leg backward to the back of his left leg, falling down on the ground.
The ground was covered with the frosted snow and the corpses of the snow beetles.
The corpses didn't have the color of blood, but they had a pungent smell of blood and a strong smell of death.
Zen Master sat among the corpses with his eyes closed, but he didn't show any demonic nature; he looked like a real Buddha.
His hands bloomed like a lotus flower in front of him, and he soon made thirteen hand gestures in the wind and snow.
A circular mirror of light appeared behind him, on which were innumerable scripts, glinting with golden light. The Zen intent was profound, benevolent, and yet murderous.
The Cultivation practitioners and the magic army in the human camp had all left, except for the severely wounded and the monk doctors.
Over two hundred monk doctors of the Guocheng Temple walked out of the camp and sat down cross-legged on the snowy ground, starting to recite the scripts.
"May my mother escape from hell forever, and live until she is thirteen years old, free of all serious crimes, and free of all evils."
"All the Buddhas in the world are merciful to me, and hear the great vow I make for my mother."
"If my mother leaves the three paths forever, she will be so lowly, and even a woman will never be punished."
"May my mother, from today on, look at the Pure Lotus Flower in front of the Tathagata Statue, and realize the right enlightenment in the world that will follow in the billions of tribulations."
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The scripts floated at the edge of the snowy plain.
Innumerable seemingly real characters flashed with golden light as they floated into the sky, forming a mirror of light.
This mirror of light looked exactly the same as the transparent mirror behind Zen Master, except that it was at least a thousand times larger, and seemed to cover half the sky.
Moreover, this mirror of light was not transparent. Its color was extremely dark, and its quality was like the earth.
Zen Master opened his eyes, his gaze murderous. He shouted, "Absorb!"
The enormous mirror of light in the sky slowly began to move. The scripts on the mirror gave off countless rays of golden light, condensed into a beam of light by an invisible power, and shot towards the snowy plain.
The beam of light landed precisely on the transparent mirror behind Zen Master, and then passed through it, changing direction, and at the same time increasing its power by countless times.
The beam of light followed Zen Master's gaze and hit the white smoke!
There was a loud boom!
The white smoke gave an angry howl, scattering into flying snow, and retreating into the depths of the snowy plain with a gust of wind.
More than half of a black mountain collapsed, the snowy plain shook, and dense clouds rolled in the sky.
The two hundred or so doctor monks sitting cross-legged on the ground could no longer maintain their posture, and all fell down.
A sky full of wind and snow fell on Zen Master's body.
He did not pay attention to them, and just walked back from the snowy plain.
As he walked, the snowflakes fell from his monk's robes.
There was a patch of snow that was very dark.
It was not dyed with dust.
It was a deep white.
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(Note: The sutra that the doctor monks of Guocheng Temple chanted was a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and a part was deleted. I feel that it is especially interesting to use on the Queen and her daughter. Also, I wrote Jian Ruoyun as Jian Ruoshui yesterday. Did you not forget about Jian Shui 'er when you were mocked? A few days ago, I wrote Ping Yong-Ka as Ping Yongjia, and there are still some mistakes. Like I said that day, I have been really tired recently, and I will revise it when I have time in a few days. Today is Christmas Eve. Whether or not there is a holiday, I wish everyone peace and happiness. I really like her who is about to walk out of the snowy plain. It is not that kind of like, but I really want to write an image that has not been written before. I hope I can write it, and if I can't, don't blame me.)
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