In the east, a team wearing black robes took advantage of the darkness and the chaos of the coalition forces to quietly approach the holy city. Their horses' hooves were tied with cloth strips, and the sound of their hooves was drowned out by the strange explosions.

There was a flash of silver light in the sky and thunder was heard continuously. The fire in the coalition camp was getting bigger and bigger, and their vague outlines were reflected in the fire.

The soldiers on the city wall were so nervous that their feet went weak and they dared not shout out again: This team only has a few hundred people, if they are discovered by the Northern Rong coalition, no one will be able to escape!

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling sound of war drums coming from the coalition camp. A group of Northern Rong cavalry rushed out of the camp, chased after them, and rushed towards the reinforcements.

Everyone stood up, their throats almost jumping out of their throats, and no longer caring about anything else, they shouted to the team under the city wall.

"careful!"

"Hurry up!"

The team discovered that they were being pursued and sped up their pace. Amid the blazing fire, their faces became clearer and clearer.

Soon, everyone recognized the flag flying high in the team and was stunned in disbelief.

Bishuo, Yuanjue and a few others were trembling all over.

The team nimbly avoided the pile of chevaux de frise and had already reached the foot of the city wall. The leader pulled the reins, stopped his horse, looked at the top of the city wall, and took off the mask on his face.

Just then, a ray of silver light tore through the dark night sky, and the beam of light poured down and enveloped her. She was bathed in the bright beam of light, with a beautiful figure and bright and charming appearance, as if she was a goddess falling from the clouds along with the silver light.

The royal soldiers stared at her blankly.

She raised her head and looked at Tanmarajiva, who was wearing a monk's robe on the top of the city wall, and they looked into each other's eyes from a distance.

"Roga!"

She shouted with a smile, her eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.

Behind her, sparks burst from the coalition camp, and a cavalry team was chasing closely, with silver light flashing and thunder exploding out of nowhere.

She smiled slightly, and the entire night sky suddenly became brighter.

Tanmaraka looked down at her, his silk threads unmoving and his robes fluttering.

The next moment, he suddenly grabbed his sword and rushed down from the city wall as fast as lightning.

Bisa came to his senses, his lips trembled a few times, and he urged the soldiers to open the city gate.

After returning from the Sand City, Tanmaraka seemed strange and scary to all those who were close to him.

He led his soldiers to defend the city, comfort the people, punish the nobles, and free the slaves. He seemed to be the same as before, but everyone knew that he was different. He was like a high god, compassionate, but without a trace of emotion.

Even when the Northern Rong coalition almost broke through the city gate, he only frowned slightly.

Until this moment, until Princess Wen Zhao gently called him Luo Jia, he could be considered to have truly come back to life.

The city gate opened wide, and Tanmarajiva rushed out of the gate on horseback, galloping towards Yaoying.

The coalition camp was ablaze, half of the sky was burned red, corpses were piled up on the ground, cavalry were chasing from different directions, and soldiers were screaming and running around all over the mountains and plains. There were neighing horses, screams, burning fires, roars... just like the Shura ghost cave in his dream.

He will sink into hell forever.

Amidst the bloody storm and black smoke, a graceful figure suddenly dropped from the sky, with a cold silver light on her shoulders, and ran towards him. Her hood was blown off by the wind, revealing her long black hair like a waterfall.

Between heaven and earth, only that figure remained.

He thought he would never see her again.

Tanmarajiva stared at her without blinking, fearing that if he blinked, everything in front of him would disappear.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and each sound seemed to be stepping over his heart.

She suddenly tightened the reins, stopped a few feet away from him, narrowed her eyes, and snorted softly.

The two looked at each other in silence.

The surroundings suddenly became as cold and silent as if sinking into water. All the noisy voices faded away. Tanmaraka could hear his own heartbeat, one by one, slow and steady.

"What is Princess Wen Zhao doing here?"

His voice was cool and calm.

Yao Ying smiled and said, "This princess has been thinking about you day and night, so I came to find you."

The royal court soldiers who rushed over to support opened their mouths wide and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tanmaraka's face was expressionless, and his blue eyes were gloomy.

"Princess, I am a monk."

Yao Ying spread her hands and said, "This princess doesn't mind that you are a monk."

Tanmarajya closed his eyes for a moment, and when he raised them again, his eyes were sharp and deep: "My skills have backfired, and I don't have much time left."

Yaoying looked at him, her expression gradually softening: "Then let's cherish the remaining days, okay?"

Tanmarajiva was silent for a long while, her eyes were filled with emotion.

Long wind hunting.

Yao Ying smiled: "Why, Master, have you forgotten what happened that night? Have you forgotten how you hugged me and promised me that you would never lie to me again? Have you forgotten..."

Her eyes went dark and her voice stopped abruptly.

The horse's hooves crushed the snow, and he suddenly drove his horse forward, yanked her hands that were tightly holding the reins, stretched out his arms, and pulled her directly into his arms from the horse's back. His breath mixed with the smell of blood covered the sky and the earth. He inserted his cold fingers into her long hair and stared at her with his blue eyes.

She panted slightly, raised her hands to hold his much thinner face, and her eyes gradually turned red.

"Luo Jia, you lied to me again."

Tanmaraka hugged her, trembling all over, lowered his head, tightened his arms, and kissed her lips.

This kiss was eager, overbearing, and fiercely pried open her moist lips. It was completely different from the kiss he had given her before on the top of her head. The arms around her were getting tighter and tighter, and through the cassock, the tense muscles were trembling slightly.

A current surged through Yao Ying's body. She trembled all over and put her hands around his waist.

There was a loud clatter of weapons falling to the ground, and the royal soldiers on and under the city walls were stunned.

In front of thousands of troops, their Buddhist disciple, wearing a cassock, kissed Princess Wen Zhao.

The author has something to say: The previous chapter is pending review, so I can't modify it. I can only publish a new chapter directly.