Shuntian Mansion has a temple standing in the most prosperous place in the house, but only those who are destined to enter, and ordinary people cannot see the temple at all.

This is a legend that has been circulated in Shuntian Prefecture for a long time. It is said that someone once approached this temple and saw a monk full of murderous aura. The monk gave him a golden bowl, but he met him in the world.

But people in the world of truly extraordinary people know that this temple exists, and it is the place where the Ming Dynasty master practiced Zen eight hundred years ago.

Therefore, no major incident happened in Shuntian Prefecture over the years. In most cases, no one was willing to anger this fierce man who dared to kill dragons and even reopened the world and bound world 800 years ago.

The world of extraordinary people always gets more and more demons as they get older. For example, this thousand-year-old monster doesn't want to mess with anyone.

On July 19th, Shuntian Mansion rarely ushered in a cloudless weather. Everyone came and went on the streets, shoulder to shoulder, bus horns were loud, and electronic advertisements on the roadside flashed, setting off the bus's buses' buses' buses' buses' buses' flickering, setting off the bus's bustling city with tens of millions of people.

People were wearing sweat from the scorching summer on their faces, and they were in and out of the crowded crowd. Even though the news of the Battle of Mount Tai had spread throughout the world, the people of Shuntian Prefecture were still doing what they should do.

It’s not that they don’t worry, nor that they don’t fear, it’s just that they can’t do anything.

Even if this world is going to be destroyed tomorrow, people still have to think about how to live today. Human beings are such a great and fragile race.

Under the bright sunshine, at the intersection of people coming and going, a faint mist rose from the cement ground, steaming out a vague world.

The space seemed to be extended, and an illusion appeared before the battle of the tall buildings in Shuntian Mansion. The green tiles, vermilion walls, and the clear and distant bells seemed to crash into such a world from another world, making everyone feel extremely clear.

The pedestrians raised their heads one by one, and even the vehicles on the road stopped.

An ancient temple appears as if it is from another world.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, people wearing pure white masks appeared on this street. The sun and moon hung in the air, and the mark of yin and yang twisting symbolized the identity of these people - the Nirvana of the Great Ming Dynasty.

This made the people of Shuntian Prefecture hear the ancient legend, about the temple and about the monk.

The gate of the ancient temple was slowly pushed open, and a thin monk walked out. He was wearing a pitch-black robe, as if stained with blood. His eyes were murderous intent in the inverted triangle eye sockets.

"Welcome to the Ming Dynasty National Master!"

After the monk in black took the steps, those who reached the Nirvana with pure white masks bowed one after another.

The endless murderous intent hit all directions like a tide, as if symbolizing that the monk walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Countless people were shocked to retreat just at a glance, and they did not dare to look at this thin monk.

Behind the monk was a burly man. He was only half a step behind the Ming Dynasty and his eyes passed by countless people.

"If you can't stop it, it will be a disaster for all living beings."

The man's voice rang slowly, as if he was telling the skinny monk something.

But the thin monk didn't care, and there was no slight fluctuation in his eyes, but he just said lightly:

“It will block it.”

He spoke very lightly, but he was determined.

The Great Ming Nirvana people on both sides bowed and listened quietly to this person's words. This was the first time that most of the Great Ming Nirvana people saw this legendary Great Ming national master.

Seeing the characters in the legend always makes people feel unreal, as if they are touching history and witnessing the times.

The black-clad monk Yao Guangxiao glanced at the Nirvana of the Great Ming Dynasty in front of him and said slowly:

"Let's go, it's time to go to Mount Tai."

"Don't he, Xingtian clan, want to fight? Then let's fight him."

The thin monk did not hesitate when talking about war, but the terrifying murderous intent was like boiling, evaporating in this bustling city.

In the afternoon of that day, everyone in the Ming Dynasty learned that the Ming Dynasty master who opened the heaven and earth connection eight hundred years ago had already gone to Mount Tai.

This monk who is like a sick tiger wants to teach Xing Tian’s clan a lesson, and he also promised that the war would be blocked from Mount Tai.

Public opinion was in an uproar for a moment, and the Ming Dynasty actually arrived in Mount Tai in person.

This really exceeded the expectations of too many people, but more than 80% of them believed that this sick tiger could keep these people out.

………

On the streets in the ancient city of Chang'an City, Mosca looked at the news on his phone and squinted his eyes:

"The monk who opened this mythological era has arrived in Mount Tai, and this matter seems to be more difficult than we imagined."

Yao Guangxiao's name is that he, who doesn't know much about Eastern history, knows because this person has opened up the age of mythology.

It can be said that Mosca was able to reach such a state today, and this person gave him the opportunity.

But it is precisely because of knowing that Mosca knows how difficult this monk, known as the "Sick Tiger", is that a person who was able to plan the world and the world appeared again in this era, would definitely be a person who reached the sky in one step.

"Are you still sure you want to find that person?" Mosca asked.

To be honest, he didn't want to see that person, it might be because of instinctive fear or something else. In short, he didn't want to see that person.

Moreover, Mosca doesn't believe what happened in the world and doesn't know that in Mosca's eyes, there is almost no such thing as Mosca can hide from that person.

Upon hearing this, Su Xi raised her head and looked at Mosca, saying, "Didn't you say that only that person can solve this problem?"

"I can only guess such a thing."

Mosca said expressionlessly: "And do you know where that person is?"

"The Ming Dynasty is very big, and the ancestral star is even bigger. Among the billions of people, the probability of finding that person is infinitely close to zero."

More than just infinite equals zero, Mosca always felt that if the one who didn't want to see someone, then they would probably never see that person again in their life.

"But you always have to try it, right?"

Su Xi looked up at Mosca, her eyes filled with indescribable clarity.

"You might as well calculate whether this person can solve this problem." Mosca turned his gaze away from Su Xi and looked at the walkways in the distance.

"I won't vomit blood again, will I?"

Su Xi said with some concern that every backlash was a very painful thing, just like feeling like pulling out his soul and stuffing it back into his body again. The rude methods were simply horrifying.

There was even some damage to Su Xi's foundation.

At this time, Su Xi could always understand why many legendary people who calculate the calculation do not want to reveal the secrets of heaven. Sometimes it is really a fatal thing to calculate what they shouldn't have calculated.

Mosca shook his head: "I don't know about this, I just vomit some blood."

Su Xi didn't know what to say when she heard this, but in the end he began to calculate, and his eyes gradually became empty, as if he was peeping at something distant and mysterious.

After a while, his body suddenly trembled and his face turned pale, but this time he did not spit out blood.

"How about it?"

Taking a deep breath, pressing down the pain in his body, Su Xi raised his head and said:

"It's very vague, but from the scene I vaguely see, he probably can't solve it."

Su Xi did not see clearly whether the prime minister, eight hundred years ago, had solved the problem of Mount Tai, but when he saw the prime minister's bloody appearance, it did not seem to be solved no matter how he looked.

After Su Xi finished speaking, he paused, and then asked with a serious expression: "What would you do if the world falls?"

Mosca frowned. He didn't understand what Su Xi asked about this, but Mosca still replied honestly:

"Find a place to live, this is the world. No matter how difficult life is, people have to find a way to live by themselves."

Speaking of this, Mosca looked at Su Xidao: "Where are you?"

After Su Xi smiled, he looked at the sun in the sky and said, "Do you know that in the history of the East, countless people will die in the country when every dynasty perishes. I mean every dynasty has no exception."

"And not all of these people who died in their country were those who were superior, but also those at the bottom."

"What are you talking about this to me?"

Mosca frowned and asked, "You are not so stupid, are you?"

In Mosca's opinion, such things are stupid, and seeking death is the most useless thing in this world.

"Is this stupid?"

Su Xi smiled and said, "Is this really stupid? You must know that there is never a shortage of real elites among the people who die in the country, nor is there anyone who dares to fight to the death, but they still choose to die. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Mosca asked this passage according to Su Xi's wishes.

Su Xi narrowed his eyes and looked at the dazzling glory and said, "They just miss this country that was engraved in their lives. For the era after the fall of the country, these people became abandoners of the times. They were the remnants of the old era. They had nothing to nostalgic for the world like hell."

"For me, it's the same. I grew up on this land and in the Ming Dynasty. I can't sit still and see them become history, so I have to fight for it no matter what."

"And if it really becomes the past, then I am willing to be buried in its history as a accompanying partner."

"So I will continue to look for it. Of course, if the teacher doesn't want to, then I can just look for it alone."

Under the noon sunlight, Mosca felt that this young man suddenly seemed to have a dazzling brilliance blooming.

He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time before slowly saying, "Is it worth it?"

"worth!"

………

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and everyone in the Ming Dynasty could feel the gradually depressing atmosphere, just like a black cloud covering the city, and it was also pressing on everyone's hearts.

Can the Ming Dynasty really win?

What if I can't win?
To be continued...