Its daybreak.
After the war ended, the magnificent holy city was in ruins, ruined and ruined, and the magnificent gilt gate of the palace was scorched black in the fire.
But everyone survived.
Snow and mud splashed outside the city, and a letter was sent back to the holy city. The Ten Mile Long Street was crowded with people who had survived the disaster. The cheers of victory and songs praising Buddha circulated and echoed in the brilliant morning light, and the sound contained the clouds.
With the sound of the hooting horn, the crowd boiled, and everyone excitedly rushed to the gate of the city, waiting to welcome the return of the Buddha.
There are crowds of people on the avenue, side by side, and there is almost no place to go.
The ground trembles faintly, and the sound of neat horseshoes is heard. Walking in the forefront are hundreds of sergeants in mysterious clothes and silver armors and riding war horses, followed by soldiers of the Five Army with bows and long swords on their waists. The military appearance is clean, majestic and majestic.
At the end of the army is a team of tribal soldiers wearing animal skin jackets. They come from different tribes. They don’t wear shirts. Thousand evil spirits.
No one ridiculed them for being brutal and vulgar.
The people looked at them with gratitude, clenched their left hand to their chest, and expressed their sincere gratitude to them.
The array enters the city, passes through the long streets of rubble, and spreads out to the long roads on both sides.
The sound of drums is booming, like thunder blowing in everyone's heart.
In the middle of the array, one person rode slowly on a horse, dressed in a blood-stained monk's robe, holding a long dark knife, and a pair of blue eyes full of rain and a clear sky after the rain. Deep and cold, there is no sadness or joy, and his face is beautiful. The majestic and graceful, like standing on a high Buddha temple overlooking all living beings, solemn and holy, cold and dusty, not tolerant of blasphemy.
He fights mercilessly, like a sharp sword made of ice and snow, slashing all demons and demons, King Kong glaring at him, and surrendering the demons.
He smiled slightly, and that was a noble snow lotus blooming in the sword forest. The Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, compassion and forgiveness, are still unattainable.
This is their buddha, sacred and noble, earning peace for them in the troubled times, blocking the North Rong army that is raging across the world from the royal court, so that they can live and work in peace and work, and sing.
The morning light was shining, and he rode a horse, bathed in a brilliant golden light, and his monk's robe flew like a god.
The drums stopped, and the wind stopped. Everyone held their breath and looked up at Tamaraga.
Moments later, a cry with a cry broke the silence, and someone fell to his knees and kowtow to thank you. With this sound, the other people came back to their senses one after another, and then knelt to the ground, and no hundreds of people rushed forward, shouting the Buddha's name of Tamaraga, and wept loudly.
Tamara Gaya turned a deaf ear, looked indifferent, said nothing, and walked towards the temple.
The believers knelt behind him and prayed together in prayer.
After the military formation, Li Zhongqian looked at the crazy people in all directions, frowning, and then looking at the soldiers who looked at Tamaraga with the same fanatical gaze, his face became more gloomy, and he looked back at Yaoying.
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Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight
Исторические романы(u can read it on novel update com I only save it here while I mtl it! That is crazy .I burn my eyes with mtl and this is my first time. ) Yaoying transmigrated into a novel. In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father h...
