The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 330 Starfire
Divination is a very outrageous spell, so outrageous that it can't even be called a spell.

It's like someone wrote down their life's destiny in a book and then gave someone permission to view it.

Even, the permission to modify was given.

For example, it is like the book of life and death.

The fate of mortals is written in this book. There are definite numbers for how many sins you have done in your previous life, what kind of merits you have had, how many debts you have to repay and how many blessings you will enjoy in this life.

In fact, the same is true for immortals. Perhaps there is a higher-level book of destiny than the book of life and death, which records various behaviors of immortals.

Fortunately, destiny is not unchangeable.

Divination can only calculate one of the branches of fate, and perhaps this branch has the highest probability.

But if someone finds a way to avoid this branch choice, the fate will naturally change.

Tirodado is now ready for change.

But I can no longer rely on the previous arrangement, so I can only find another way, maybe even risk my life.

Tirodado counted, and there were a few wrinkles on his dark face, and Tirodado turned into a faint light, and a strange smell emanated from him.

Daoran asked: "A fortune-telling counts the five declines of heaven and man, Bodhisattva, you are working too hard."

Tirodado said indifferently: "It's worth it to deal with you, but I didn't expect..."

Tirodado left only half a sentence, and then turned into a black light that soared into the sky and disappeared in front of Dao Ran.

Daoran clasped his hands together, and said one last sentence: "Amitabha."

Tirodado left, and Yelu Longming, who was far away in the Liao Kingdom, received his voice transmission: "Continue to proceed as planned."

Yelu Longming's expression was not very good at first, because he knew that the previous plan had completely failed.

Dao Ran's coping method was unexpectedly effective, as if everything had been taken into account.

But Yelu Longming is still very confident, because Daoran is a good person, and good people always have a lot of scruples.

"Send the order, the Holy Son Legion is dispatched."

After a token was issued, the entire Liao Kingdom began to mobilize again.

In Yunzhou City, all the [-] skeletons were destroyed, and after waiting for a long time, none of the skeletons came back to life. The crowd cheered loudly.

Shenxiu also sat on the ground wearily, the battle was finally over.

But, the price is too high.

In a short period of attack and defense, Yunzhou suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

Marshal Yang Ye's sons were half dead, but there was no time to grieve at this time.

After the war, there will be a big epidemic. The wounded must be treated immediately, and the dead must be buried immediately, otherwise more people will die in the future.

The civilians in Yunzhou City are all busy, cleaning up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

In the past, I could pick up some broken arrows and armor-piercing pieces, and if I was lucky, I could dig up some silver from the defeated soldiers.But this time, they only saw bones all over the floor.

But it's also a good thing, the bones are so clean that there is not even a shred of meat, so there is no need to clean them up at all, just leave them alone.

The common people who cleaned the battlefield were having fun in bitterness. In the marshal's mansion, Yang Yanzhao had red eyes and drank strong wine cup after cup.

This battle was too tragic. Half of the male members of the Yang family died, and even Yang Ye was seriously injured, and he is currently recuperating.

Yang Yanzhao was lucky, he only got two stab wounds, and he was fine with a bandage.

Now among the generals in Yunzhou City, Yang Yanzhao is the only one who can hold on.

At this time, Shenxiu was sitting opposite to Yang Yanzhao, and said worriedly, "Amitabha, General Yang, please mourn."

Yang Yanzhao wiped his reddened eyes, breathed out and said: "It is common for soldiers to shroud corpses in horse leather. Over the years, the Tartars have repeatedly invaded the border, and I have seen many life and death. But Master Shenxiu, we fought this battle..."

Yang Yanzhao choked up a bit, because this battle was really aggrieved.

Fighting against [-] skulls, all the previous training is useless. These monsters cannot be killed by knives or stabbed with guns. Using a heavy hammer may be able to delay the opponent's attack a little bit.

In the face of these monsters, there is no formation coordination at all. Only by sacrificing one's life can it be possible to survive.

If not, how could the defenders have suffered such heavy casualties.

This is not a war that mortals should participate in. Looking back now, Yang Yanzhao has no joy of victory, only deep powerlessness.

If it weren't for the help of monks, this battle would have been lost long ago.

And mortals are meaningless to monks. If there were not so many living people in Yunzhou City, those monks could fly away directly, and there was no need to fight these skeletons desperately.

Mortals are just cumbersome.

This was something Yang Yanzhao had never experienced in his life, so he couldn't help asking: "Master Shenxiu, what do you think we mortals are alive for?"

Shenxiu was silent for a moment, then said: "General Yang, if the poor monk offers to teach you how to practice, would you be willing?"

Yang Yanzhao said in surprise, "Can I?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything in a few years."

Yang Yanzhao said helplessly: "Then let's wait until the battle is over. I can't leave Yunzhou City and go to practice hard."

Unexpectedly, Shenxiu said again: "But if the poor monk says, if you give up now, you will have no chance to practice again?"

"Master, what do you mean by that? We just fought side by side. Are you going to play some Buddhist test at this time?"

"Amitabha is not a test. What the poor monk said is true. If General Yang is willing to let go of Yunzhou City, the poor monk can lead you into the door of practice. If you don't want to leave, you will have no chance to practice in this life.

"The general also said just now that mortals are nothing more than a burden to monks. If you have one more or one less in Yunzhou City, it will not affect the situation of the battle. Why not just leave, after all, the opportunity to practice is rare."

But Yang Yanzhao waved his hand and said, "I have understood since I was born that my duty is to guard Yunzhou. Even if I am just a pawn, it is impossible for me to become a deserter in order to live forever. Master, please don't mention it again, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

After hearing this, Shenxiu suddenly smiled, and then took out something and presented it to Yang Yanzhao.

Yang Yanzhao took a look and found that it was a strange jade pendant.Half red and half black, like embers of burning coals, heavy in the hand, like jade to the touch, but the amount is like gold and iron.

Yang Yanzhao asked strangely: "Master, what is this?"

Shenxiu explained: "Don't blame General Yang, the poor monk was just trying to find out if you are determined. The star fire jade pendant is the key to the war. Now that he is convinced that General Yang is worthy of entrusting him with important tasks, the poor monk can hand over the jade pendant to you. "

Yang Yanzhao was still puzzled, and continued to ask: "Spark Jade Pendant, what's the use of this thing?"

"It's useless now. Only when the jade pendant is burned can we know how to use it."

Although Yang Yanzhao felt that Shenxiu was playing tricks, he still accepted the jade pendant.

As soon as the jade pendant was collected, a small soldier suddenly came to report: "General, some Taoist priests and monks have come, clamoring to see the Marshal, and asking him to come out to greet him in person."

Yang Yanzhao said angrily: "Father commander barely recovered from his serious injury, so he managed to save his life. Where did the bastards dare to act wildly? Did they have their own registration numbers?"

"No, and they are very rude. They have injured several brothers. They seem to be old gods who know magic."

Practitioner again?
Yang Yanzhao didn't feel right. He didn't come to help during the war, but now he's looking for trouble after the fight?Where are these practitioners?
(End of this chapter)