Big or small?

This is not the number of points in the dice cup, nor the amount of hot pot.

Zenzi looked at the depths of the snow field and suddenly became relaxed, and said, "The one who came should be a small one."

The voice of the Knife Saint sounded again, and he obviously relaxed a lot, and he said, "Then you go."

Zenzi raised his barefoot and rubbed against the mud on the threshold, lowered his head and said, "Why?"

The Saint Saint said, "I'll come if the big ones are big, and you'll go if the little ones are small. Didn't you just agree to it when you came?"

The Zenzi raised his head, slowly rolled the monk's sleeve to the bend of his arms, and said, "Although I am young, I am much older than you in my previous life."

The Saint of Knife ignored him, and his meaning was very clear. Just your small bowl-like fist, how dare you say it big?

The bell sounded from the temple, passed through Baicheng, echoing at the edge of the snow field, and the human practitioners retreated backwards as quickly as possible.

The sharpest sword light finally disappeared from the sky.

Only wounded people who were unable to evacuate were left in the camp outside Baicheng, as well as medical monks from Guocheng Temple, Baotong Zen Temple and other places.

The Zen boy stepped up in the air, and a lotus flower was born in the empty place where his barefoot fell.

Lotus flowers go deep into the snowfield and fade away with the cold wind.

Within a few breaths, he had already arrived at the snowfield dozens of miles away.

The violent snowstorm gradually calmed down, and the vision became much clearer. The earthquake caused the snow in the mountains to peel off and fall, revealing the black mountain. It looked extremely eye-catching in the sky, like a red bean bun in white sugar.

Between the Black Mountains of Snow Field, there are corpses of various snow-country monsters everywhere.

The blood of those monsters was not red. When they were painted in the snow field, they looked like color blocks that were randomly painted by children, but the strong smell of blood still soared into the sky.

Around the corpses of those monsters, there were countless beetle corpses scattered, like ice crystals.

Zenzi stood on the lotus cloud and rubbed his nose.

These are not corpses left by the previous beast tide, but the consequences of this earthquake.

The war between the Queen of Snow Country and her children was extremely terrifying, and it was a catastrophe for the lives on these snow fields.

Zen even saw dozens of human-shaped snow monsters' corpses further away.

Human practitioners already know a lot about the Snow Country. They know that the combat power of this human-shaped snow monster is very terrible, and its strength is equivalent to that of elder-level figures in the cultivation sect. However, this kind of snow monster rarely appears on the edge of the snow field. No one has seen it again except for the tide of beasts hundreds of years ago.

According to the observations of the former cultivators, this human-shaped snow monster should be the queen's servant or personal soldier of Her Majesty, living in the Blue Glacier area 20,000 miles away in the north. As a result, it appeared on the edge of the snow field today and died quietly. Is it because the wrong camp was killed by the queen, or are they the court masters who chased the princess?

In the small temple, Zenzi clearly felt the terrifying aura. After the Lotus Cloud came, he found that the aura had disappeared.

He closed his eyes, and a few shallow wrinkles suddenly appeared on his tender face.

The lotus clouds radiated dozens of extremely thin silk threads and floated towards the sky and the ground.

Those thin ribbons have mysterious and unspeakable meanings, and the virtual and the real are hard to describe.

This is the supreme Zen method of the two minds of Guocheng Temple.

The ultimate level of practice of both minds, if you stand near, you can know the other person's thoughts, as magical as mind reading.

Even if you don’t know who the other person is or where it is, you can use this Zen method to sense the other person’s approximate position and understand the other person’s approximate status.

I don’t know how long it took, Zenzi opened his eyes and murmured: “The evil dragon doesn’t eat me, the queen is too cruel.”

The Queen of Ice and Snow is a high-level life that is completely different from humans, and is completely different from the ancient beasts from various sects. Humans know very little about it, but they only know that she will not conspire and trick, because as the ruler of the northern continent and the most invincible strongest man in the world, she does not need to do these things.

Zenzi was indeed a little surprised to feel that the little guy was hiding in the mountain-like corpse of snowworms.

——The little guy was seriously injured. The fear from his instinct actually taught him to hide his breath.

It seems that in this battle for the Snow King throne, the loser has only one way out, so the little guy will escape from the snowfield at all costs.

Even if it cannot reach the south due to the temperature, the human race cannot bear it and must leave it in the snowfield at all costs.

The lotus cloud suddenly dispersed, and the Zen son fell from the sky like a stone, landing on the snow field.

The beetle corpses on the surface of the thick snow and snow were shattered and drifted around like white smoke.

The Zen boy stepped on the frost and snow barefoot, his fingers were a wisp of the white smoke, his tongue burst like thunder, and he shouted: "Shut!"

The white smoke suddenly stagnated and appeared faintly. It was a white figure.

The snow field is full of white, and the figure is also white. The reason why it can be distinguished is that its whiteness is purer and deeper, and it is clearly white and flawless, but it is as eye-catching as the deepest night.

In just a moment, the white figure broke away from the rapid binding of Zen's thoughts, turned into a ray of white smoke again, and fled to the southeast direction.

The human practitioners standing on the flying sword and magic weapons in the distance were silent as they looked at the scene in the snow field, thinking to themselves that this is the legendary queen's child?

The formation hosted by Yi Maozhai has been activated, and the runes on the northern city wall that stretches for more than two thousand miles emit a powerful aura.

The Divine Guards and the Fengdao Cultivators of the court each guarded a piece of the city wall. The commander and the Fengdao Cultivators rose up in the air and stared at the white smoke with vigilance.

Fang Jingtian came to the virtual realm, stepped on the fairy sword, staring at the movement below, ready to set off his sword at any time.

According to the judgment of Zenzi and the Saint Saint, he is not the opponent of Bai Yan, but it is obvious that the other party is seriously injured now, so he naturally needs to seize this opportunity.

In the farther east sky, there is a powerful and peaceful aura hidden and does not release. It should be the head of the Zhongzhou School, Tan Zhenren, who is in charge of himself.

The Snow Country is the greatest threat to the human race.

Even if the invincible queen appears today, it is just her child, the human race still needs to raise one hundred and twenty thousand spirits.

The human world is at least tens of thousands of miles long at the junction of the Snow Country, but strangely, for countless years, the beast tide has always passed through the snowfield valley around Baicheng. If the southwest direction is the cold mountain wasteland, there are too many fire veins under the ground, which are inherently incompatible with the life of the Snow Country, then why don’t they go from the east?

This is a problem that has always troubled humans, but I can't find the answer. However, for humans, this is a very lucky thing.

They just need to guard Baicheng well.

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The white smoke did not mean to retreat to the depths of the snow field, and tried to break through the human defense line from the southeast and leave the snow field.

It is obvious that it would rather take great risks to face collective attacks from the powerful human race than go back to face its own mother.

The Zenzi remained silent, kicked his right leg backwards to the bend of his left leg, and fell to the ground.

The ground was covered with corpses of frost, snow and snow beetles.

The corpses have no blood color, but have a pungent smell of blood and an extremely strong smell of death.

The Zen master sat in the pile of corpses with his eyes closed, but he had no magical nature, like a true Buddha.

His hands bloomed like lotus flowers in front of him, and in a moment, thirteen handprints were formed in the wind and snow.

A round light mirror appeared behind him, and countless scriptures appeared on the mirror, with golden light shining, profound Zen, compassionate but solemn.

The practitioners and the Divine Guards in the human camp have all evacuated, and only the seriously injured and the medical monks have stayed.

More than 200 medical monks from Guocheng Temple walked out of the camp, sat cross-legged in the snow, and began to recite scriptures.

"May my mother be free from hell forever, and be thirteen years old, without any serious sins or going through evil paths."

"The Buddhas in all directions are kind to me and listen to my great vows for my mother."

"If my mother is eternally separated from the three paths and is inferior, and even the woman's body will never be accepted."

"May my mother, from now on, face the Pure Lotus Eye Tathagata's statue, but in hundreds of thousands of kalpas, she should have a world and achieve the right enlightenment." (Note)

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The scriptures float on the edge of the snow field.

Countless words that seemed to be real flashed with golden light and floated into the sky, forming a mirror of light.

This light mirror looks exactly the same as the transparent light mirror behind Zenzi, but it is at least a thousand times larger, and it seems to cover half of the sky.

Moreover, this light mirror is not transparent, its color is extremely deep, and its quality is like the earth.

Zenzi opened his eyes, looked solemn and shouted: "Check!"

The huge light mirror in the sky slowly flowed, and the scriptures on the mirror emitted countless golden lights, condensed by invisible power into a beam of light, and shot towards the snow field.

The beam of light fell unbiasedly on the transparent light mirror behind Zenzi, and then penetrated through, changing direction, and at the same time increased its power countless times.

The beam of light fell with Zen's gaze, hitting the white smoke!

There was a loud bang!

The white smoke let out an angry scream, dissipated into the sky with snow, and was swept by the strong wind, retreating into the depths of the snowfield.

A black stone mountain collapsed mostly, the snow field was shaken and the dense clouds rolled in the sky.

The more than 200 medical monks sitting cross-legged on the ground could no longer maintain their posture and fell one after another.

The sky was full of wind and snow on the Zenzi.

He ignored it and walked back from the snow field.

Following his footsteps, the snowflakes fell from the monk's robes.

There is a piece of snow that is very dark in color.

Not dyed ashes.

It's dark white.

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(Note: The sutras chanted by the medical monks in Guocheng Temple were used in a paragraph from the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and they were modified and deleted. It felt that they were particularly interesting to use on the queen, the mother and daughter. In addition, I wrote Jian Ruoyun as Jian Ruoshui yesterday. I was ridiculed for not forgetting Jian Shui'er. A few days ago, I wrote Ping Yongjia as Ping Yongjia, and there were some mistakes. As I said that day, I have been really tired recently. I will modify it after a few days. Today, Christmas Eve, no matter how much I celebrate the festival, I wish you all peace and happiness. I like her very much, not that kind of like, but I really want to write an image that I haven't written before. I hope I can write it out. Don't blame me if I can't write it out.)
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